Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ The Vanising Cabinet ❯ Impending doom ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Shimerao Alkardi 
What are they talking about? The question everyone is asking. Can anyone unravel the clue as to where they are?
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Martial Arts | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.30.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 421 | Status: Work In Progress
What are they talking about? The question everyone is asking. Can anyone unravel the clue as to where they are?
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Drama / Martial Arts | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 10.30.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 421 | Status: Work In Progress
Green eyes stared out of the tall grass, almost hidden by the dark green of the forest in the setting sun. The branches in the trees overhead danced in a sudden breeze and the grass followed suit, hiding the emerald orbs from sight momentarily. When the grass was still again he was gone.
"Itachi!" Harry felt a hand grip the back of his collar and lift him into the air. He dangled there, feet what felt like miles away from the ground, twisting in the tall man's grasp. He kicked out but his feet were caught by a blue hand, just as strong as the previous, holding his ankles between his fingers. He closed his eyes, hoping this unfortunate trip was a nightmare, any moment now he was going to wake up and find himself in the Forbiden Forest, or in the Dungeons, Malfoy at his side telling him it was all his fult. He opened his eyes and screamed. He'd been transported to Voldemort! He reached desperatley for his wand, unable to reach because of the angle his body was at, all the blood was rushing to his head, and then he was dropped at Voldemort's feet.
"You think he's a thret?" The blue skinned man asked his red-eyed companion. Red-eyes shook his head, looking down at the heap of black robes on the floor, the boy curled in on himself in fear.
Harry curled further in upon himself. He didn't understand a word these men were saying, surley Voldemort spoke English? Unless he wasn't in England anymore, and he had been transported somewhere abroad? He needed to know what they were saying, perhaps there was a translation spell which would enable you to understand the language, but then you had to know the name of the language to be able to use the spell.
Kisame crouched down infront of the robed boy. "Who are you, and who are you working for?" A the blank look on the boy's face he looked to his partner for help.
Itachi stared down at him, secretly pleased to be able to look down at Kisame for once. "Evidenly, he does not understand our language." At Kisame's blank look he added, "say something simple, like your name."
Harry watched as the blue man pointed to himself and said "Kisame." He pointed to Harry. Harry stared blankly back at him. Was Kisame supposed to mean something? He noted now the man looked much like a shark, perhaps he wasn't even in his world anymore. He pinched himself. It hurt. Shark man pointed to himself again. "Kisame." He pointed to the shorter man Harry had origionally thought to be Voldemort, but Voldemort didn't have long hair nor did he have black commas in his eyes. "Itachi." He pointed at Harry again. Harry still didn't understand. Shark man sighed and it clicked.
"Harry."
Itachi's eyes narrowed. "It's a western name, English perhaps."
Kisame looked up at his partener. "English?"
Itachi nodded. "England is a country at the north end of the globe, one of the smallest countries in the world yet one of the most densley populated. There is a gateway from our world to their world through something I believe they call the Bermuda Triangle."
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"State your name and business."
Hermione jumped and turned around. She hadn't noticed the man who stood almost directly beside her. On her other side Ginny let out a little scream. Evidently she hadn't detected him either. "Where are we?" She asked the man, thinking he must be a guard of whatever lay beyond the tunnel between the two staircase like pyramids.
Kankuro blinked rather foolishley before he composed himself. A hand went to the scroll on his back and a signal to a nearby guard sent him away in a poof of grey smoke. "State your name and business." He repeated slower. "If you are unable to do so we shall have to believe you to be enemies out to kill the Kazekage or destroy Suna."
Ginny hid behind Hermione, unsure what to make of the black-clad teen yelling in a strange language at them, hidden behind makeup and a hat so they couldn't even see his face.
Kankuro dropped his hand from the scroll as the reenforcements he had sent for arrived. "I'm sorry, we're going to have to detain you until you can prove you are not a thret."
As Hermione's hands were grabbed and forced behind her she thought she recognised the word 'gomenasai', but from where she didn't know.
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A scream rent the air as Ron found himself face to face with the biggest snake he had ever seen. It was times like this he really wished Harry was by his side. Snakes were his department. For Ron, they came under the same category as spiders; creepy, scary, and not something he ever wanted to come across on his pillow.
Orochimaru smiled delightedly as he watched the teen paralized with terror try to move. He could see no headband upon the red-head's person, so decided he must be a nuke-nin. Another one to add to his collection he thought with a grin.
"I apologise for Manda's behaviour towards you, it was simply a matter of caution something which a nuke-nin like you would surely understand."
Ron blinked. He was sure the comment had been directed at him, yet was he supposed to understand any of it? "Er, hi. Um, you think you could call off your snake? I don't really like them and well erm yea."
Orochimaru stopped in his tracks. He hadn't understood anything the boy had said, presumably then the boy hadn't understood anything he'd said. This could be a problem. Or it could be another weapon he could use. A nod to Mandara and the boy was unconcious, falling in a heap on the spot where he had been standing.
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Horse drawn carriages? Ox carts? He certainly wasn't in Hogwarts any more, that was for sure. His father was going to kill him if he'd ended up somewhere obscure and hard to reach. Not to mention it would ruin his reputation if he had to come and collect him from somewhere he had so obviously not ment to go.
"Hey, kid move! You're blocking the bridge!"
Draco glowered at the man and pushed himself to his feet. He would have yelled back at the man but he had enough sense not to get himself in trouble somewhere where the name 'Malfoy' might not protect him. He wondered what language the man had spoken as it certainly wasn't English. When he was a baby, his father had placed a permanent translation spell on him so he wouldn't be an embarasment when someone said something to him in a foreign language. Very few languages wrote in symbols rather then letter though. He concluded he was either in China or Japan.
"You alright? You look a bit lost."
Draco looked down and saw a child dressed in dungarees at his side. "I'm not lost, I was just wondering what I should do now I'm here." His pride would not allow him to admit to being lost.
"If you havn't got anywhere to go you could come and stay with us. My grandpa's house isn't far from here."
Draco nodded, not seing any other posibilities he followed the child.
"Itachi!" Harry felt a hand grip the back of his collar and lift him into the air. He dangled there, feet what felt like miles away from the ground, twisting in the tall man's grasp. He kicked out but his feet were caught by a blue hand, just as strong as the previous, holding his ankles between his fingers. He closed his eyes, hoping this unfortunate trip was a nightmare, any moment now he was going to wake up and find himself in the Forbiden Forest, or in the Dungeons, Malfoy at his side telling him it was all his fult. He opened his eyes and screamed. He'd been transported to Voldemort! He reached desperatley for his wand, unable to reach because of the angle his body was at, all the blood was rushing to his head, and then he was dropped at Voldemort's feet.
"You think he's a thret?" The blue skinned man asked his red-eyed companion. Red-eyes shook his head, looking down at the heap of black robes on the floor, the boy curled in on himself in fear.
Harry curled further in upon himself. He didn't understand a word these men were saying, surley Voldemort spoke English? Unless he wasn't in England anymore, and he had been transported somewhere abroad? He needed to know what they were saying, perhaps there was a translation spell which would enable you to understand the language, but then you had to know the name of the language to be able to use the spell.
Kisame crouched down infront of the robed boy. "Who are you, and who are you working for?" A the blank look on the boy's face he looked to his partner for help.
Itachi stared down at him, secretly pleased to be able to look down at Kisame for once. "Evidenly, he does not understand our language." At Kisame's blank look he added, "say something simple, like your name."
Harry watched as the blue man pointed to himself and said "Kisame." He pointed to Harry. Harry stared blankly back at him. Was Kisame supposed to mean something? He noted now the man looked much like a shark, perhaps he wasn't even in his world anymore. He pinched himself. It hurt. Shark man pointed to himself again. "Kisame." He pointed to the shorter man Harry had origionally thought to be Voldemort, but Voldemort didn't have long hair nor did he have black commas in his eyes. "Itachi." He pointed at Harry again. Harry still didn't understand. Shark man sighed and it clicked.
"Harry."
Itachi's eyes narrowed. "It's a western name, English perhaps."
Kisame looked up at his partener. "English?"
Itachi nodded. "England is a country at the north end of the globe, one of the smallest countries in the world yet one of the most densley populated. There is a gateway from our world to their world through something I believe they call the Bermuda Triangle."
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"State your name and business."
Hermione jumped and turned around. She hadn't noticed the man who stood almost directly beside her. On her other side Ginny let out a little scream. Evidently she hadn't detected him either. "Where are we?" She asked the man, thinking he must be a guard of whatever lay beyond the tunnel between the two staircase like pyramids.
Kankuro blinked rather foolishley before he composed himself. A hand went to the scroll on his back and a signal to a nearby guard sent him away in a poof of grey smoke. "State your name and business." He repeated slower. "If you are unable to do so we shall have to believe you to be enemies out to kill the Kazekage or destroy Suna."
Ginny hid behind Hermione, unsure what to make of the black-clad teen yelling in a strange language at them, hidden behind makeup and a hat so they couldn't even see his face.
Kankuro dropped his hand from the scroll as the reenforcements he had sent for arrived. "I'm sorry, we're going to have to detain you until you can prove you are not a thret."
As Hermione's hands were grabbed and forced behind her she thought she recognised the word 'gomenasai', but from where she didn't know.
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A scream rent the air as Ron found himself face to face with the biggest snake he had ever seen. It was times like this he really wished Harry was by his side. Snakes were his department. For Ron, they came under the same category as spiders; creepy, scary, and not something he ever wanted to come across on his pillow.
Orochimaru smiled delightedly as he watched the teen paralized with terror try to move. He could see no headband upon the red-head's person, so decided he must be a nuke-nin. Another one to add to his collection he thought with a grin.
"I apologise for Manda's behaviour towards you, it was simply a matter of caution something which a nuke-nin like you would surely understand."
Ron blinked. He was sure the comment had been directed at him, yet was he supposed to understand any of it? "Er, hi. Um, you think you could call off your snake? I don't really like them and well erm yea."
Orochimaru stopped in his tracks. He hadn't understood anything the boy had said, presumably then the boy hadn't understood anything he'd said. This could be a problem. Or it could be another weapon he could use. A nod to Mandara and the boy was unconcious, falling in a heap on the spot where he had been standing.
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Horse drawn carriages? Ox carts? He certainly wasn't in Hogwarts any more, that was for sure. His father was going to kill him if he'd ended up somewhere obscure and hard to reach. Not to mention it would ruin his reputation if he had to come and collect him from somewhere he had so obviously not ment to go.
"Hey, kid move! You're blocking the bridge!"
Draco glowered at the man and pushed himself to his feet. He would have yelled back at the man but he had enough sense not to get himself in trouble somewhere where the name 'Malfoy' might not protect him. He wondered what language the man had spoken as it certainly wasn't English. When he was a baby, his father had placed a permanent translation spell on him so he wouldn't be an embarasment when someone said something to him in a foreign language. Very few languages wrote in symbols rather then letter though. He concluded he was either in China or Japan.
"You alright? You look a bit lost."
Draco looked down and saw a child dressed in dungarees at his side. "I'm not lost, I was just wondering what I should do now I'm here." His pride would not allow him to admit to being lost.
"If you havn't got anywhere to go you could come and stay with us. My grandpa's house isn't far from here."
Draco nodded, not seing any other posibilities he followed the child.