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“Ahh!” Naruto yelled and pointed at
the man at the Nara's front gate. “You.”
Harry startled at the sudden yell and
rubbed his ear as he looked between his cousin and the Nara.
“You look like one of nii-san's
creepy puppet people.”
“They're not my... wait,
what?” Harry squinted at the Nara to get a better look at his face.
“Oh no,” he said with horrified realization as the man's features
lined up and matched perfectly with a face that Harry had purposely
kept out of his mind since his time Suna. “Did you have a twin?”
The Nara stilled, surprised at the
question, but nodded after a long uncertain moment.
“You... we need to talk to Nara-san
about this,” Harry said with a grimace. The short walk to Shikaku's
house didn't give Harry any ideas on how to respectfully broach the
topic of the revived puppet being a dead Nara. There was no way to
make break this news gently. As he sat in front of Shikaku, Harry
couldn't even find the words to broach the topic. Because now that he
knew that one of the puppets was a Nara, Harry felt that Shikaku
shared some of the puppet's facial features as well.
“Nii-san?” Naruto broke Harry out
of his thoughts.
Harry turned away from Shikaku with a
bit of relief and asked Naruto, “Can you just summon that one
that's...”
Looking equally uncomfortable with the
situation, Naruto unrolled the scroll that Harry had given him. With
a deep look of concentration and a puff of smoke, Naruto summoned the
zombie puppet.
Harry still wasn't sure what to call
the thing. All the names, or combination of names, he thought of
seemed disrespectful especially now that there was a personal
connection.
Harry felt awful that he hadn't even
thought of the zombie puppets having families who'd want to know
about them.
Shikaku flinched away with pained
breath, his lips pressed into a thin line.
But the other Nara, the one who looked
like an older version of the zombie puppet, stepped forward with a
raised arm. His trembling fingers hovered inches away from the zombie
puppet's face, as though debating whether to touch what had once been
his twin. He pulled his hand away and looked up at the sky instead.
Naruto shifted and looked down at his
hands.
It took a few tries for Harry to find
his voice. “I'm sorry. I didn't know that...”
“This isn't your fault,” Shikaku
said in a low voice. “You had nothing to do with my brother's
misfortune of fighting Sasori. Anyone would have been hard pressed to
defeat that man on their own.”
“Your brother,” Harry said as he
looked at the undead puppet with renewed horror. “I don't know how
to fix this,” Harry admitted, “I tried to change them back when
they told me they used to be people, but...”
“I know,” Shikaku said, turning
back to the puppet with tired eyes. “I read the mission report.”
“It's an empty...vessel,” Harry
said, desperate to improve the situation. “There's nothing inside.”
“How can you be sure?” Shikaku
asked.
“The dead's presence is hard to
miss,” Harry replied.
Everyone turned to Harry, even the
zombie puppet's living twin.
Realizing what he said, Harry cleared
his throat. “Even before I made them like this, there was
nothing in the puppets.”
“But you don't even know what you've
made them into now. No one knows,” Shikaku said. “You called them
undead.”
“For lack of a better term,” Harry
replied. “Look, if your brother was still in there, he would have
made his presence known.”
“Like a ghost?” Shikaku said with a
forced chuckle.
Naruto twitched at the mention of
ghosts.
“Yes,” Harry replied, keeping his
gaze fixed on Shikaku. “Like a ghost.”
Shikaku shifted, unhappy at this turn
of conversation and his tone was sharp as he said, “Ghosts don't
exist.”
In the silence that followed, Harry
considered his options. He could remain secretive or he could
reassure Shikaku that this really wasn't his brother anymore. The
decision was easier to make. “I've talked to a few ghosts over the
years.”
Shikaku's cheek clenched while the
other Nara turned to look at Harry.
Naruto's uneasy breathing was loud
beside Harry.
“One of the ghosts told me that the
only reasons a person would come back as a ghost was if they were
afraid of Death or if they had a strong connection to the place they
haunt. In your brother's case, if he came back as a ghost, he would
have used this puppet body to haunt the person who killed him.”
No one spoke. Shikaku's eyes were torn
between disbelief and hope that Harry was telling the truth.
The
other Nara's eyes were wet with unshed tears as he stood next to the
remains of his dead twin.
Though wide-eyed with fear at the
topic, Naruto didn't show any disbelief at Harry's words.
With a deep breath, Harry said, “Your
brother is not in there. If he was, I would have met him. Just like I
met the ghost of my Uzumaki relative in the ruins of Redpool.”
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I like this AU for the zombie army. But
I also appreciate the potential for all the character pain. [Your
relative was killed and made into a puppet. But now they're a
mindless zombie... so, how does that make you feel?]
Konoha ninja might eventually be okay
with having those zombies protect their Jinchuuriki, but what about
foreign ninja? How would they feel seeing their dead relatives used
like this?
That's hopefully what this AU is leading up to, foreign
problems for Harry- I just have to write it. I also have to edit the
previous part to make things flow a bit better, but that's a job for
another time.
Polar
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