So what if I'm supposed to be on hiatus...
...So what, we have a format? *uses*
Title: Imaginary Or Not, It's Real Now
Character(s): Naruto
Series: Naruto, reference (?) to Kingdom Hearts
Version: squarewarts
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Status: Complete
Imaginary Or Not, It's Real Now
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"--RE!" The door shuddered under the impact as the once-great wizard huddled in the corner, frantically casting spells to reinforce the main door.
The door itself, a great seven-foot monstrosity, two feet thick, still buckled and shuddered under the sheer force of the Ventus variation, and the almost whimpering wizard found himself forced to practically renew his reinforcing spells every two heartbeats or so. It muffled most of what came through the door, but whoever it was -- and it sounded like the Ministry -- was loud enough to carry through, regardless of the muffling effect.
"IDENTIDEM! VENTUS VIS VIRES!" And again.
A huge thump, and then another. And another. The once-great wizard was practically out of his mind with fear as to when his magic would run out, when his throat would grow sore, when two Ministry wizards in dark black robes and hoods dropped behind him and Stunned him without effort.
The door broke in a moment later, scattering splinters across the room, the enhanced Ventus Vis Vires humming and whirling with bright blue power. To the rest of the Ministry team, the additional four -- or five -- of their point man's Ventii did not go unnoticed.
Without speaking, the Ministry wizards trussed up the once-geat wizard and left the gloomy mansion, one of them tossing the boy outside the door a Portkey.
The boy looked around the mirrors and where the Artifacts of the family lay, almost without interest, away from the obsidian of the fireplace and the burning fire, and contemplatd Flooing. He stlil had some in his robe pocket, after all, and Jiraiya-sensei would figure out the switch with the itching powder just as soon as he tried to Floo to the one connection he'd deliberately left open after he had been blocked from it -- the one to Jiraiya-sensei's beloved 'resarch parlor' --
He shrugged, letting the green powder fall with a cluff back into his pocket, still holding on to the Portkey. He eeped as it activated, sending a hook through his navel to bring him back to the Ministry.
---
"NA-RU-TO!"
As his head met wall after what he thought was some brilliant innuendo, courtesy of Sakura-chan, and a leather-bound journal dropped on his head from a falling bookshelf, he couldn't help but grin at the thought that this was all real, that there weren't going to be life-threatening spells hissing silent at him from around dank corners, that he wouldn't be seeing fireworks and stars and flames if he failed to dodge a spell, and his hands would be stained in ink and parchment instead of his blood and skin-fragments from when he barely scraped along walls to escape detection.
Glad to learn spells that didn't do more that destroy or turn the victim into jelly. Glad to hide away from huge creatures that rampaged through countrysides, glad to hide away from the politics that ran the Ministry and focus on the quasi-romantic drama that the school boasted.
Glad to see Sakura-chan beat his head into a wall. Glad to see Sasuke-teme. Glad to see Hime-chan and Rangiku and Ino and Shikamaru and Sora and Roxas and Toph and Seifer and everyone!
Glad and happy where his holidays had been anything but.
---
Even when he rarely saw Sakura-chan and the teme anymore, caught up as they were in other people, other classes, other everything, he didn't have to say to himself, 'This could be worse.' Didn't have to say to himself -- not that he would have thought of it anyway -- 'I could die tomorrow so I gotta enjoy what I got today.'
Didn't have to say to himself anything that he didn't want to think about, because Naruto never really thought unless it was about pranks, or Sakura-chan, or about anything that was on the fly.
...Come to think about it...he'd have to stop thinking about Sakura-chan that way now, seeing as she was with Al, and he really, really liked Al! So...
Heh, he hoped he could get some ramen soon. And maybe go see Sasuke's kitten and drape a cape around it and nickname it Avenger, and see what Sasuke did to him. Maybe catch up with Zuko and make him more pissed off by following him around with clones.
Anything, but thinking about the holidays and about what he had seen then. It might have been imaginary, working with Jiraiya and the Ministry -- but then again, he'd pinched himself those times after and during the happiness wearing off that he was useful and needed for once in his life -- so he knew the things he'd seen, they were real.
Title: Imaginary Or Not, It's Real Now
Character(s): Naruto
Series: Naruto, reference (?) to Kingdom Hearts
Version: squarewarts
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Status: Complete
Imaginary Or Not, It's Real Now
---
"--RE!" The door shuddered under the impact as the once-great wizard huddled in the corner, frantically casting spells to reinforce the main door.
The door itself, a great seven-foot monstrosity, two feet thick, still buckled and shuddered under the sheer force of the Ventus variation, and the almost whimpering wizard found himself forced to practically renew his reinforcing spells every two heartbeats or so. It muffled most of what came through the door, but whoever it was -- and it sounded like the Ministry -- was loud enough to carry through, regardless of the muffling effect.
"IDENTIDEM! VENTUS VIS VIRES!" And again.
A huge thump, and then another. And another. The once-great wizard was practically out of his mind with fear as to when his magic would run out, when his throat would grow sore, when two Ministry wizards in dark black robes and hoods dropped behind him and Stunned him without effort.
The door broke in a moment later, scattering splinters across the room, the enhanced Ventus Vis Vires humming and whirling with bright blue power. To the rest of the Ministry team, the additional four -- or five -- of their point man's Ventii did not go unnoticed.
Without speaking, the Ministry wizards trussed up the once-geat wizard and left the gloomy mansion, one of them tossing the boy outside the door a Portkey.
The boy looked around the mirrors and where the Artifacts of the family lay, almost without interest, away from the obsidian of the fireplace and the burning fire, and contemplatd Flooing. He stlil had some in his robe pocket, after all, and Jiraiya-sensei would figure out the switch with the itching powder just as soon as he tried to Floo to the one connection he'd deliberately left open after he had been blocked from it -- the one to Jiraiya-sensei's beloved 'resarch parlor' --
He shrugged, letting the green powder fall with a cluff back into his pocket, still holding on to the Portkey. He eeped as it activated, sending a hook through his navel to bring him back to the Ministry.
---
"NA-RU-TO!"
As his head met wall after what he thought was some brilliant innuendo, courtesy of Sakura-chan, and a leather-bound journal dropped on his head from a falling bookshelf, he couldn't help but grin at the thought that this was all real, that there weren't going to be life-threatening spells hissing silent at him from around dank corners, that he wouldn't be seeing fireworks and stars and flames if he failed to dodge a spell, and his hands would be stained in ink and parchment instead of his blood and skin-fragments from when he barely scraped along walls to escape detection.
Glad to learn spells that didn't do more that destroy or turn the victim into jelly. Glad to hide away from huge creatures that rampaged through countrysides, glad to hide away from the politics that ran the Ministry and focus on the quasi-romantic drama that the school boasted.
Glad to see Sakura-chan beat his head into a wall. Glad to see Sasuke-teme. Glad to see Hime-chan and Rangiku and Ino and Shikamaru and Sora and Roxas and Toph and Seifer and everyone!
Glad and happy where his holidays had been anything but.
---
Even when he rarely saw Sakura-chan and the teme anymore, caught up as they were in other people, other classes, other everything, he didn't have to say to himself, 'This could be worse.' Didn't have to say to himself -- not that he would have thought of it anyway -- 'I could die tomorrow so I gotta enjoy what I got today.'
Didn't have to say to himself anything that he didn't want to think about, because Naruto never really thought unless it was about pranks, or Sakura-chan, or about anything that was on the fly.
...Come to think about it...he'd have to stop thinking about Sakura-chan that way now, seeing as she was with Al, and he really, really liked Al! So...
Heh, he hoped he could get some ramen soon. And maybe go see Sasuke's kitten and drape a cape around it and nickname it Avenger, and see what Sasuke did to him. Maybe catch up with Zuko and make him more pissed off by following him around with clones.
Anything, but thinking about the holidays and about what he had seen then. It might have been imaginary, working with Jiraiya and the Ministry -- but then again, he'd pinched himself those times after and during the happiness wearing off that he was useful and needed for once in his life -- so he knew the things he'd seen, they were real.