Movie marathon is
still going strong but they're all sort of blurring into each other at this
point.
The last prompts from the
ask box that I'm working on today.
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“This is probably more of a question than a prompt... how would Harry act if he met Hidan in Atoverse?”
(I had a crazy idea for this so I'm
going to cheat and connect this to one of the earlier prompts I did
today- “the Harry defeats Shikaku in shogi one” here. Hope you
don't mind. ~Polar)
“Why do I have to know
all this?” Harry asked for what felt like the millionth time that
day.
“Because...”
“If you say that I am
the clan head one more time, I will kick you,” Harry said with an
annoyed hiss.
Shikaku blinked at him.
“Not saying it out loud doesn't change that fact that you are
indeed...”
“Don't,” Harry said
and rubbed his forehead. “The paperwork hasn't come through. And
hopefully won't. So I'm not really supposed to be knowing the clan's
deepest and darkest secrets.”
“It's only a matter of
time,” Shikaku said. “Our people in the tower will ensure that
the paperwork reaches the correct desks.”
Harry groaned.
Shikaku seemed to feel
some sympathy for him and said, “I suppose we could leave all the
official items for another time.”
“Yes,” Harry perked
up. “Instead let's play another game of shogi and fix this giant
mistake.”
Shikaku shook his head,
just as he had done the previous times that Harry had suggested it.
“Once lost, the position cannot be won back.”
Harry sighed in annoyance.
“Why are we in the forest?”
“There is a matter of
some urgency to deal with,” Shikaku said as they stopped in front
of a mound. “It seems that the fiend that Shikamaru trapped in here
has been moving up slowly.”
After a long explanation
of there being a person buried alive under all the dirt, Harry stood
there for a long moment. “What were you planning to do? When you
were the clan head?”
“Keep reburying him,”
Shikaku said. “If he cannot be killed, then he should keep being
imprisoned. Do you have any other ideas?”
Harry tilted his head with
a sudden realization. If he messed this up, then surely he would lose
his ridiculous position as the clan head. “Dig him up.”
Shikaku blinked but
nodded.
Hours later with more of
the Nara around him, they unearthed a cursing human head that was
covered in dirt.
“Hey,” Harry said,
even as his mind reeled at seeing a talking and living human head
that wasn't connected to a body.
The head cursed and spewed
out dirt and profanities.
Having enough of that,
Harry grabbed the human head by the hair and cast a wandless
silencing spell on the head.
Realizing that no sound
was coming out of his mouth, the head finally closed his mouth and
stared at Harry with disconcerting purple eyes. Disconcerting purple
eyes that were fixed on his forehead where his scar would be.
Cancelling the silencing
spell, Harry tried again, “Have you calmed down, then, Hidan?”
Not tearing his gaze from
Harry's forehead, the head, Hidan laughed. “What does someone like you want
with me?”
Harry frowned. “Someone
like me?”
“Even we could never
touch something like that,” Hidan said with crazed eyes.
“Jashin-sama never taught us how. If you know it, then...”
“Right,” Harry said,
growing more annoyed by the moment. “We're deciding your future
fate, now.”
“Fate?” Hidan cackled,
eyes still fixed on Harry's scar. “Yes, it's only right that you
decide my fate.”
“I'm sending you to the
bottom of the ocean,” Harry said with a nod of satisfaction.
“What?” Hidan yelled
in surprise, finally looking Harry in the eyes. “I offered you my
service and you are sending me to...”
“The ocean,” Harry
repeated with relish.
“Offering your service?”
Shikaku interrupted. “What do you mean?”
Hidan shot them man a look
of distaste. “Why are you here? And how long have I been in that
shitty hole?”
Shikaku wasn't fazed. “You
said something about offering your services to our clan head. What
did you mean?”
“What do you think it
means, shithead?”
“Doesn't matter,”
Harry said. “I've decided on the ocean.”
“But...” Shikaku said.
“The ocean.”
Five hours later, Harry
watched the Nara stitch Hidan's body together.
“More from that idea of harry as a fortune teller, if you have anything, please and thank you.”
“I thought I was
supposed to drink tea,” the man said.
“No,” Harry said,
nauseated at the thought of having to drink more tea. “No more tea.
We're going to use another method.”
“But everyone drinks
tea,” the man said with a puzzled tone that bordered on unhappy at
the change
.
Harry narrowed his eyes.
“Are you doubting my abilities?”
“I...”
Harry interrupted him,
giving him no chance to explain. “Are you more knowledgeable than
me about this line of work?”
“But...”
“Then we're going to do
what I say,” Harry said, leaving no room for argument. Harry rubbed
his forehead, incredulous at the fact that he had defended his fake
divination abilities. “Hand?”
“What?”
“Put your hand on the
table,” Harry said, hoping that this fake prediction would be the
one that failed. This would be the one to get him out of the fortune
telling pit that he had fallen into. Harry tutted, wondering what he
should predict for the man.
“What?” the man asked,
trying and failing not to look concerned.
Harry glanced up at him
and said, “You've been slacking.”
“I have done no such
thing!”
“You've been slacking,”
Harry persisted and finally remembered one of Ron's fake predictions.
“And you're going to come off worse in a fight because of it.”
“Ebisu-sensei!” a
child interrupted. “What are you doing here?”
The gaping man collected
himself and pushed his sunglasses up as he stood. “I was just
having a chat...”
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I saw a few more prompts
in the ask box, but I'll have to do those some other day. Apologies
for that.
Polar
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