24 December 2015

AC_D7: Ask Box Prompts (Part 2)

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
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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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