Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Shadow of the Lightning Kitsune ❯ Meeting Haku ( Chapter 2 )

Title: Shadow of the Lightning Kitsune

Chapter: 01 - Meeting Haku

Beta: None

Rating: T (swearing, not fully thought out math)

Date / Words: Nov 5, 2007 (revised) /1274

Disclaimer: Not mine.

-/- Mindscape -/-

“Ooh...That's it, damn all awake reincarnated souls, Potter's Luck, and deals with Death, middle man or no! That was worse than a portkey!”

/Agreed whelp./ A deep, powerful voice rumbled sleepily within his subconscious.

“Once again, damn my Potter's Luck. I thought you were supposed to be asleep.”

The darkness of Harry's subconscious slowly contracted and lightened becoming a lush, rich field full of highgrass and scatterings of wild flowers. Looking around Harry whistled softly.

“Is it me or is this just a little too peaceful to belong to me?”

/That's because you're in my subconscious human. Your fucked up head is on the left./

Harry looked left and shuddered.

The left horizon was dark and grey, piled high with storm clouds snapping out bolts of Avada Kedavra green lightning. The sickly green bolts reveal the cemetery outside Little Hangleton from the Tri-Wizard Tournament. In the middle of the hated cemetery, in a place of honor, was the house of Number 4 Privet Drive looking freakishly pristine in the center of hell. For this was certainly Harry's personal Hell.

“Yep. That is definitely mine.” Shudders wracked his body, both real and imaginary, and he promptly turned back to the field.

“Alright. So, where are you? Hells, who are you?”

/You mean besides a reincarnated fox demon and voice in the back of your head?/ The voice chuckled maliciously causing the landscape to shake and tremble. /I am Shichibi no Youko, the Seven-Tailed Demon Fox and offspring of the greatest biju, Kyuubi no Kitsune, the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox!/ The voice boomed with no little pride and Harry covered his ears reflexively.

He swallowed audibly and his eyes darted about the shaking landscape, looking for the voice's owner. “Yeah, real impressive, too scared to even show your face fox?”

The resulting laughter sent Harry to the ground as above him two massive gleaming yellow eyes appeared. /You've got stones boy, I'll give you that. The question becomes, is that a good thing or a bad thing?/ A neutral rumble knocked Harry back to the ground.

/As for where...You should just stay away from any form of transportation you don't have full control over idiot child. We, or should I say you, are currently unconscious in the middle of Wave Country. No Golden Kit, no Fire Country, and too much time...and currently being surrounded by thugs./ A malicious thundering laugh deafened the trembling fifteen year old. /You truly are a curséd child aren't you?/

Harry was thrown from his mindscape to the sound of Shichibi's roaring laughter.

-/- Reality -/-

“Oh...my head...”

The black haired boy shifted around uncomfortably on the thin surface, trying to ease the tension in his body, the rustling of the sheets loud in the quiet room. `Wait...rustling sheets? What the hell?' Shifting around once more confirmed he was laying on a hard pallet, non-existent pillow, with a coarse sheet pulled over him. Turning his head to the side he opened his eyes to a world of blurs. He vaguely noted the feeling of leaves and twigs in his hair, confirming his...it's...the fuzzball's words. `That's rich, Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, shit scared of a pair of giant yellow eyes and a rumbling voice living in my head. Keh, and people thought I was crazy before...Damnit, where are my glasses?'

Pushing himself into a sitting position, he gasped and clutched his head as pain exploded in his temples. Screwing his eyes shut to stop the overwhelming sense of vertigo, he startled violently when something suddenly grabbed his shoulder. The pallet dipped when the thing, no person, sat and the hand on his shoulder left to gently but firmly pull his hands from his head. Tilting his chin up the person placed a clay rim against his lips, urging him to drink the softly steaming liquid. Sending up a quick prayer it wasn't poison, Harry drank the warm liquid. Warmth settled in his stomach and quickly spread throughout, easing the aches and pains he had from his impromptu traveling, and most importantly, easing his headache back down to a manageable level.

“Are you all right now?” A soft, somewhat effeminate voice asks. Strange, he could hear the question in English but it sounded like it was overlapping a softer, more fluid language. Kind of like parseltongue sounds like English overlapping hissing.

Snapping out of his drifting thoughts, he nodded slowly and was pleased to note the action didn't induce vertigo or increase the mild throbbing in his head. Slowly blinking open one eye, he squinted at the pink blur on his bed before slowly opening the other eye. Blinking a couple times to adjust his eyes, Harry gazed blearily at the, yes, big pink blur.

“Thank you but, do you know where my glasses are?”

“Ano...I'm sorry to say but they were destroyed while you were brought here. Were they very important...?”

“Harry. And yeah, they were. All I can tell of you is you're wearing a lot of pink...um...”

“My name is Haku, Harii-kun and I believe we have a problem. Gatou-san, the man whose base you are in and our current employer, will dispose of you if you cannot make yourself out to be an asset to him.”

“Damn!” Loud, irate hissing filled the room as Harry blanched and curled up in the corner of the cot, his back pressing tight against the wall. His mind raced, trying to figure out a way out and letting the darkness close in on him, yearning for the temporary oblivion it offered.

Violent trembling shook his thin frame when Haku gently touched his shoulder. Harry's mind ran around in gibbering circles trying to figure out an escape from this mess while flirting with oblivion. Swimming and swirling and terrified, Harry's panic attack reached a peak before —

/HUMAN!/

— his furry reincarnated tenant lost his own temper.

-/- Mindscape -/-

A violent yank behind his navel slammed his mental form into the middle of the glade from earlier. Only this time it looked like the storm from Harry's mind has moved over the glade. Harry remained frozen where he fell under the burning gaze of Shichibi's flashing eyes.

/You stupid human! Lowly, sniveling, spineless, worm! THINK!/

“Think?” Harry mumbled uncomprehendingly. The fog was slowly leaving his mind, undoubtedly because he had a massive pissy fox glaring at him.

/I know you are not stupid no matter what those other disgusting humans said! Think of what the pink boy-human told you. If you can be of use to the big worm.../

“But what do I have to offer? I am all but blind, have no fighting ability to speak of, and any information I have would be useless here.”

/Stupid boy, think! Where do you come from?/

“Magic...offer my magic to him, like a hit-wizard? But, I don't have my wand...so, offer what magic I have without needing a wand...I can't apparate, I'm not an animagus, and the strongest magic I can do wandless is `accio' and that's considered amazing in the wizarding world...what else is there?”

/Your arm whelp./

“Huh? All that's on my arm is the scar from fourth year and the scar from...the...Basilisk...Parseltongue! You think if I spin it right this Gatou person will consider my snake speaking worthwhile enough to keep me around until I figure out how to get to Minato's kid?”

/Finally. Now, get the hell out there and stick next to the pink whelp. He's powerful, kind, knowledgeable about our current surroundings, and therefore useful./

“Yes, Shichibi. Thank you.”

-/- Reality -/-

His conciousness slammed back into reality, bolting himself upright.