I tried to choose the ideas which seemed very unlikely to occur in the actual AtO plotline.
I've most probably twisted the prompts in to something you hadn’t actually intended to see. What can I say? The urge to surprise you guys was too hard to resist.
Warnings: Not edited at all. Not part of established chapters for AtO.
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1- Itachi hears about a familiar craftsman from Konoha (from Little Kaijuu)
“Rei! Wasn’t that one of a kind frame of yours broken?” An old lady said from the customer side of the counter.
Rei laughed. “It was. But I managed to get it fixed?”
“Fixed? How? Wasn’t it shattered?”
“It was. Remember how I was so mad at Hikaru because there was no way it could have been fixed,” Rei said her voice amused.
The customer nodded.
“Well, Hikaru came across a craftsman who could fix things back to its original form.”
“Really? Just like that? Why didn’t I hear of this craftsman?”
“You probably saw him. He came in here a few times as well. You just wouldn’t think of him as a craftsman. He was such a gentleman, always polite and respectful. And his beautiful white owl was so dignified.” Rei sighed and leaned forward. “I think he’s one of those fallen Princes. You know the ones who’ve been betrayed and fallen on to hard times forced to live as a commoner.”
Itachi perked up. Dignified white owl? Could it be? But he wasn’t a craftsman. He was a medic… and he was hardly prince-like. Itachi huffed and ate his dango relishing in the sweetness that spread in his mouth. No, it’s not him. He’s probably lost somewhere.
“Rei, you have such an overactive imagination…”
Itachi scoffed in agreement. Prince indeed…
“But now I remember who you’re talking about. The white owl is hard to forget. I really didn’t think he was a craftsman. Ohh I know that look, you’re thinking of getting Akane married to him right?”
Typical. Itachi finished his stick of dango.
“I think Harii would make the perfect husband for Akane.”
Harii? No… Itachi shook his head and took a sip of his tea. Harii is a very… common name, I suppose. Well, he can’t be the only Harii out there. It can’t be him.
“Oh they should. Can you just imagine the children? Such beautiful bright green eyes…”
Itachi promptly choked on his tea.
2- Harry’s pain tolerance impresses Ibiki. (from Tails)
Harry paused in the street and stared at the flyer with wide eyes.
Izumo turned to Harry with a worried frown. “What?”
“That’s the top of the line ultra-rare celebrity-endorsed stir-fry pan!” Harry said and pointed to the flyer. “Don’t you recognize it? It’s the perfect pan for making …”
Izumo crossed his arms in the air. “Don’t care.”
Kotetsu nodded beside Izumo. “Yeah, we’re going to be late…”
Harry turned back to the flyer. “I can’t believe they’re giving it away as a prize in an eating competition.”
“Right, well let’s hurry to Yakiniku’s…”
Harry interrupted him. “No, I’m entering this competition.”
“What? But…” Izumo walked closer to the flyer and frowned. “You won’t be able to win that competition.”
Harry glared at him. “I’m going to get that pan.”
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Harry looked at the other contestants around him with an assessing gaze. I can do this. That person there might be a challenge… but I can do this.
Izumo shuffled behind him and prodded Harry’s shoulder. “Harii, you can still back out now. I really don’t think this is a good idea…”
Harry shook his head and stared at the owner of the small restaurant. “I need that pan.”
Kotetsu sighed. “Can’t you just buy it from somewhere?”
“There are only five in existence,” Harry said.
Izumo twitched. “How do you even know about it, then?”
Harry shushed him as the owner of the restaurant came forward. “All right, let’s get down to the event you’ve all been waiting for. The last person standing gets the prize…”
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“Kamizuki, Hogane… what are you two doing here?” A gruff voice said. Harry was tempted to turn but he stopped himself and devoted his attention to the bowl in front of him.
“Ibiki-san?” Kotetsu sounded surprised.
Izumo said, “A friend is in the competition. We’re just cheering him?”
“Oh? Your friend must have guts. Where is he?”
There was some shuffling behind Harry and then Ibiki said, “You’re kidding.”
“No sir.”
“Not at all. We’re surprised he’s still in there,” Kotetsu said just as one of the competitors screamed with a red face and fainted.
Way to show faith in me guys. Harry rolled his eyes as he finished his bowl.
“And now we’re down to our final three. Now we’re going to bring out the highest level of spicy food our restaurant created. Yes, that’s right, the level that feels like you’re swallowing acid…”
“Harii,” Izumo said from behind. “Maybe you should…”
Harry turned around and glared at him absently examining the tall man standing beside Kotetsu and Izumo. Hmm, he looks familiar… and why is he smirking like that?
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“What do mean I didn’t win?” Harry said and glared at the owner as Izumo and Kotetsu held him back. “I went through all your levels. I’m the only one conscious after that final round. That pan is mine…”
“Is there a problem here?” the gruff voice, from before interrupted them.
Harry watched as the owner turned to the voice in rage only to lose all colour in his face and start trembling. “S-s-shinobi-san, there’s no problem.”
“It seemed like there was. What’s with the ruckus, kid?”
What was his name again? Iki? No…Ibiki. Harry twitched. “He says he’s not giving me the pan because I cheated.”
“Cheated?” Ibiki said, “Do you have proof of him cheating?”
“No one is able to survive through our final level…”
Harry watched as Ibiki’s eyes narrowed. Oh, his scars really make him more intimidating. My scar probably just inspires pity or something.
“That’s not my question. I said …do you have proof of him cheating?”
The owner shook his head.
“Then shouldn’t you hand him his prize?”
“But it’s an ultra-rare…” the man started to protest but cowered when Ibiki glared.
After a few minutes, the owner shoved the pan in Harry’s hands with a sour look on his face.
Ibiki chuckled, “say kid, how about I treat you three to a free meal?”
Harry frowned when he noticed Izumo’s and Kotetsu’s shocked expressions and held the pan closer to him.
“I know a great chili place. But everyone I take there seems to find the food too spicy…” Ibiki laughed. “I don’t think you’ll mind.”
Oh, so he's not after the pan. Harry shrugged even as Kotetsu and Izumo groaned. “Sure, why not?”
**Extra: If things were different… (Absolute and total crack from me.)
Harry looked up at the sky. “You know, I’ve been thinking about getting Danzo a gift.”
The person beside him shifted and Harry turned to him. “No, really. I’m serious.”
The person shrugged slightly and looked away.
“Itachi, that’s not very nice. I’m sure he’s just a misguided person who’s actually very lonely and in need of gifts.”
“But Itachi didn’t say anything…” came Sai’s confused voice.
Naruto shushed him. “Nii-san said that because they were best friends they could communicate with their minds… it’s some sort of Uchiha ability.”
“Really?”
Harry had to smother a laugh when he caught wind of the whispers from behind them. He cleared his throat noisily. “No, I’m not going to give him that.”
Itachi quirked an eyebrow in disbelief.
“You know,” Harry said trying his best to keep his voice even. “If you can’t suggest something seriously, I’ll just do it myself.”
“But why is Harii speaking out loud?”
Naruto shushed him again. “Because nii-san likes the sound of his own voice.”
Itachi’s eyes sparkled in amusement and he turned away with his lips twitching.
Harry huffed. “I want to give him a gift, Itachi. Not a heart attack. He’s ancient, if I give him something like that, I’ll get in trouble.”
“Dammit, now I really want to hear what Itachi is saying!” Naruto whined. “He never says anything interesting to us. Why only nii-san?”
“Isn’t that because they’re best friends?”
Itachi raised his hand and made an odd signal.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous. That’s even worse… seriously, aren’t you supposed to be older and more mature than me.”
Itachi gave him an exasperated look.
“Sasuke didn’t believe me when I told him about the Uchiha best-friend mind communication,” Naruto said.
“Maybe Sasuke is jealous,” Sai said wisely, “because he’s unable to do it.”
“You know,” Harry smiled, “that could work. Of course I’d need to do a bit of planning before but still…”
Itachi shook his head.
“Well, so what if he’s under house arrest, I’m sure he’ll appreciate the gift either way.” Harry snickered at Itachi’s dull look.
“Maybe we can get a Yamanaka to listen in on their conversations.” Sai suggested.
“Yeah! Let’s do that!” Naruto said.
“I can’t believe they actually fell for that act of yours,” Itachi said after a moment of silence when they were completely alone.
“Oh please! You were playing along as well. What was with that obviously fake hand signal?” Harry grinned. “So what do you think?”
Itachi rolled his eyes but nodded. “All right, we’ll continue till we’ve fooled everyone else.”
“This is going to be fun,” Harry said, “best friend.”
“Stupid is more like it. And since when were we best friends, anyway?” Itachi stood up. “Next time though, maybe we should…”
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Yay for drabbles! They make me practice and definitely help bring out new ideas and thoughts for the future.
Polar.
P.S. Errr.. maybe I should have warned you about the Itachi overload first? Pft...no. Where's the fun in that?
