Saturday, May 19, 2007

I'M AN AUNT!!!

Yup! It's official! I am an AUNT! ^_^
My cousin (my dad's neice), Larissa (age 29) delivered her firstborn: A healthy 7 lb girl! Her name is Sonya (at least, I think that's how you spell it. It's pronounced So-nee-ya). My dad said it sounded Russain to him, but I told him it sounded pretty (and cute, for a little girl). ^_^

My dad's a great-uncle now. XD

Me~ Daddy, no! Don't get old!

My brother's older sister, Larissa's mother, is only 45 or 47 (somewhere around there. O_O)

I think that's a bit young for a grandmother, don't you?

Anyway...I taped the Naruto Waterfull special today that was on Toonami. The good thing is that if you already missed it, you can catch it again around 10:00 EST (9:00, where I live). That's about 45 minutes from now, right? If I were you, I wouldn't miss it. It had that beginning that was SUPPOSED to go on that first filler episode (the one when Konohamaru and his friends were interviewing Naruto, Sakura, and Sasuke in the original Japanese episode.) :P

I didn't think they'd actually do that for the special's intro, so when I saw it, my mouth dropped, and I got all excited. :P

Of course, I taped the entire thing. ^_^

The guy who voiced Kibuki did a good job, though his voice somehow reminds me of Neji (English dub). Hmmm...hold on...

*checks*

!!!

Man, I am SO on the ball today! I was right! The person who voices Neji voices Shibuki! Glad I caught the similarity in their voices! ^0^

Hee hee...and the person who plays Kakashi played Gamakichi as well. ^_^
I thought that was cute...

BTW, here's chapter two of the Kakashi fanfic I found. Enjoy, and have a great day!

With morning came the various parts of cloth that had once been pajamas. Kakashi stared at these for a long time, wondering why the little brats had even tried to get out of bed, with his nin-dogs on the loose. Three he had sent to guard the other House entrances. The remaining five, he had sent out to patrol the various floors. Kakashi himself had been up on the last floor, the one that was host to the Gryffindor Tower.

It was his job to protect the Potter brat anyway. Kakashi patrolled himself and had caught two little brats on the way out. Their heads were the only parts out of the strange portrait hole that served as the gateway, but Kakashi didn’t want anything to slip past. Immediately he had sent a shower of kunai and shuriken that barely missed the little brats and took off a few red hairs from their heads. The result had been two sets of feet clambering back upstairs and a hastily shut portrait hole.

Sometimes, it was good to be ANBU.

This morning, after getting a small snatch of sleep and swallowing a pill made by Tsunade for him before she left Konoha, he was ready to go. The pills gave a great feeling that he actually slept the whole night. Having no Memorial Stone to remember his loved ones by, Kakashi had decided he would go by the Lake for a few hours, think of home and then teleport back to Hogwarts’ Great Hall just in time for the early rising gakis to see him.

The weather at Hogwarts was colder than what he had anticipated. He had put on his standard issue ANBU jacket, but he was still cold. He stared at the Lake’s clean glassy surface for a few minutes, wondering what was happening back home. His newly found ‘Eternal Rival’ was back home too, and Kakashi briefly wondered what would the green spandex clad Chuunin do now without Kakashi to pester. Sure, Maito Gai was a bit annoying, but it made Kakashi feel good that he had someone to talk to. It made him feel human, not like a lifeless shinobi tool. Not like what he was doing now.

What would Obito do when he found out that Kakashi had left? Kakashi had stayed with the memorial stone for a few minutes. Though he had given a very short, abrupt apology before heading out to the waypoint where the ‘Portkey’ was, Kakashi felt it wasn’t enough.

Yondaime’s name was on the stone too, back home. It had been only a few months after Kakashi’s sensei died, and the wounds were still fresh. And Rin, his precious Rin…she died too, when Kyuubi attacked. Now, Kakashi was the only one left in their famed Team 7. He felt colder now, and he hugged himself in a pathetic attempt to stay warm.

It was around early morning when Kakashi had vaguely realized the cold he felt had come not from the weather, but from his heart.

When the Potter brat and his friends entered the Hall, they found themselves laughed and jeered at. Kakashi was given the impression, from his position next to the door, that the Potter boy was hated by that little blond brat surrounded by what seemed to be his mob of butt-suckers.

When the Potter boy took his seat, Kakashi moved forward until he had stopped right next to the Potter boy. The Potter boy seemed afraid, and the whole Hall was silent for a few minutes. Everyone had seen the guard move. Hands in his pockets, Kakashi tilted his head slightly to the right, where the blond ass was.

“Trouble?” He asked, word heavy with his accent. He was like that in the mornings. It usually took him a few kunais to barely miss him to wake up.

Harry Potter glanced at Malfoy for a moment, and then he swallowed and shook his head.

Kakashi thought this odd. If the boy was to be protected, why not set the ANBU on the little blond brat? It was quite odd, but Kakashi nodded and returned to his position by the door.

Breakfast began, and Kakashi’s stomach grumbled. He thought it best to eat, only when most of the school had gone to class. From what the stern-faced woman told him, McGonagall-san, Harry had his first class at the top of the North Tower. When the Potter boy had left, Kakashi walked up to the Gryffindor table and sat down on the bench before taking four pieces of toast smeared lightly with jam. The remaining few students watched him fearfully. Kakashi thought it was best not to let any of them see his face, so he just ate the way he did when he was on the run from the enemy.

The four pieces of toast vanished in the blink of an eye. Kakashi straightened his mask and wiped off a little blot of jam that had gotten on his white porcelain mask and then stalked off to the North Tower, leaving wide eyes behind.

Five minutes later, Kakashi was resting lightly next to the wall. The ones who had made it here early watched him, and Kakashi was nearly tempted to Raikiri their asses straight to give the impression he hated being stared at. But he kept standing still, arms to the sides and hands in his pockets. He would wait for the Potter brat to get here, though the spiral staircase he had simply run up might have discouraged the little gaki and his apparent fan club he called ‘friends’.

No matter. He was ANBU; he wasn’t supposed to know why.

Eight minutes later, the Potter boy had arrived. He first glanced at Kakashi and retreated, murmuring something to his friends. It suspiciously sounded like an insult, and Kakashi was given a good reason to Raikiri the brat’s ass. But he was a good ninja. He would endure this.

The immense amount of perfume that had wafted down on them, as the silvery ladder popped out was enough for Kakashi to call the mission quits. He hated perfume. His extremely sensitive nose, specific to the Inuzuka and Hatake clans, could smell his quarry three meters away and the perfume made him want to gag…or in the worst case scenario, vomit.

But Hatake Kakashi, genius ninja and Copy Nin of Konoha, was a good ninja. He had faced death before, and had lived. A huge stuffy room with an old hag with huge glasses (For that was what Kakashi had pictured when McGonagall-san mentioned the teacher) would not make the Copy Nin feel afraid now. He was ANBU, Konoha’s elite of the elite.

All the students by now were inside the room above. Kakashi gripped the first rung of the silvery ladder and was assaulted even more by the horrifying stench of sickly smelling perfume. It was bad enough to smell it from far away, but now the putrid perfume was making Kakashi feel nauseous. He let go of the ladder and retreated somewhere downwind of the sickly perfume.

On second thought, maybe he could wait here.

After Professor Trelawney’s speech, Harry had done as he was told and now, he gave his cup to Ron for a rather…detailed analysis of his assured future. The Weasley stared at it for a moment, and was speaking, but Harry was feeling rather sleepy and didn’t listen, until Trelawney stopped by and read his cup.

“Let me see that my dear.” The woman spoke, relieving Ron of Harry’s unhappy cup. The whole room went quiet. The woman was rotating Harry’s cup in her hands.

“The falcon, my dear you have a deadly enemy.” Trelawney began. “The candle, you will have an ally by your side. The Cigar, you will have a new friend. The club, you will have an attack. The skull, danger in your path.”

Quite suddenly, Trelawney dropped the cup with a shriek of pure terror.

Kakashi heard the shriek from below. Quickly, he made the seals for teleportation and disappeared with a puff of smoke.

Assaulted by the putrid smell of perfume, Kakashi was already in a battle stance, hand near his kunai holster, one hand on the shaking teacher and one sandaled foot crushing the remains of a teacup, tea leaves splattered everywhere.

“Problem?” Kakashi spoke, voice thick, slurred and heavy with accent. The perfume was making him gag, though he fought the impulse to do so.

“My dear boy…. my poor, dear boy…no…it is kinder not to say…no…don’t ask me….” The woman was murmuring. One boy, clad in Gryffindor red asked what was wrong. The rest switched from staring at their teacher to staring at Kakashi, eyes wide in shock.

“My dear boy…you have the Grim.”

Kakashi looked puzzled. Grim? Was that like the Kyuubi? Struggling for his voice, the ANBU Wolf spoke again.

“Bijouu?” He asked, in the only word he could think of.

“The what?” Harry asked.

The teacher looked at Kakashi and Harry with wide eyes. “The Grim, my dear! The Grim, the giant spectral dog hat haunts churchyards! My dears, it is an omen! The worst omen of DEATH!”

Except for Kakashi and the girl with mouse brown hair, everybody stared at Harry, horrified. The ANBU almost laughed bitterly. A grim? There were far worse things than the Grim. Death was in his future, not this boy’s. All he loved had died, his father from his own insanity, Obito from his foolish thought of sacrifice, Yondaime from his own Jutsu and Rin from the Stone’s hands.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” The girl with brown hair and unusually large front teeth snapped.

“I think I will leave the lesson here today. You may all go…” The woman said, in her mistiest voice.

After Divination, Kakashi walked behind the Gryffindors as they made their way to Transfiguration. Most of them still glanced at Kakashi warily. The rest seemed shocked that Harry had gotten a Grim.

Entering the classroom, Kakashi went to stay in the corner and listened with half an ear to what McGonagall-san was saying. Most of the time, he was staring at Potter, who was squirming in his chair as if someone had trained a spotlight on him. Kakashi eyed McGonagall with amazement as she turned into a cat and back. Even Yondaime sensei, for all his created Jutsus, could not achieve that. He made a mental note to look at such a transformation with his Sharingan later; perhaps he can copy that technique later.

“Really, what has gotten into you all today?” said the Professor. “Not that it matters, but that’s the first time my transformation’s not got an applause from a class.”

You would’ve gotten some from me. Kakashi thought. Transformation was odd, but if he could take a peek with the Sharingan…

Everybody stared at Harry for a moment, even Kakashi.

The mouse brown haired girl said something about Divination. McGonagall-san replied with a frown.

“Tell me, which of you will be dying this year?”

Everyone stared at Harry again.

During Lunch, Kakashi was going to his usual post by the door when he stopped suddenly. He had sensed this a while ago, and had even smelt it as he walked nearer. It was quite an odd thing. It was a dark pink, round and a slight smell of dung hung about it. There was also the slight aura of cloaking magic. He stared at it for a few more moments, and then carefully, so as to not let it explode kicked it away with one sandaled boot. It collided with the table of the brats with the snake crest.

The bomb exploded, spreading the scent of dung everywhere. The Slytherins quickly vacated their table, some screeching in indignation. The blond brat was screaming about telling his daddy and that Kakashi would be fired post haste. His bodyguards had been hit directly, so the stench was all around him.

Around the Gryffindor table, there were sniggers and whispering. All around the hall people laughed as the Slytherins scattered. Even the Potter boy laughed, though two boys, twins by the look of them, stared at Kakashi in amazement.

After Lunch, Kakashi and the Gryffindors went up to their Care of Magical Creatures, which was headed by the giant that Kakashi had met when he first came here. It had rained yesterday, but now the sky was clear. The grass was slightly damp, and Kakashi noted to deliver his sandals over to the house elves for cleaning later.

Potter boy’s group seemed to be distracted today. Kakashi stared at him for a few moments.

Hands in his pockets, Konoha’s finest walked to Care of Magical Creatures.

Hagrid-san had gotten unique creatures today, Kakashi decided. These creatures were half eagle, half horse. They were in several colors, and Kakashi immediately took a liking to a stormy gray one.

“Gee up, there!” Hagrid-san roared, yanking the chains that were connected with the thick leather collars around the Hippogriff’s throats.

From what Hagrid-san was saying, the Hippogriffs were proud, that he should bow first and not blink. That meant showing his face at some point. That would not bode well, but Kakashi was rather fond of animals. Maybe when he was not busy following the Potter boy around, he can inspect these creatures more closely.

He watched the Potter boy ride the Hippogriff, watched him fly about the paddock. That was another thing why he wanted to inspect the creatures.

When the herd was divided, Kakashi found himself with an inky black one. Kakashi admired its coat for a moment underneath the mask, then without further thought, slid his mask a bit to the left and bowed to the Hippogriff, revealing part of his face.

Kakashi felt rather defenseless, but he bowed and stared at the Hippogriff’s amber eyes, unblinking.

The inky black paused, but bowed back, bending scaly forelegs in an unmistakable bow.

Kakashi slid the mask back to place. He then walked forward and stroked the black’s feathers.

A scream sounded in the paddock, and Kakashi turned in time to see the blond Slytherin brat fall down, blood blossoming from his arm. The gray Hippogriff reared, claws flailing as Kakashi hurriedly moved forward to access the boy’s condition.

“Hagrid-san! Continue the class, please!” Kakashi spoke. “I will deliver this boy to the Infirmary.” He lifted Malfoy, who was screaming dramatically about his arm, and, heedless of the blood soaking into his jacket, carried the screaming boy up to the Castle.

The Sharingan had copied the technique, he was sure about that. But he was slightly unsure how to perform it. The medi-witch had used her wooden stick to heal the boy up in a matter of seconds.

With him, he had one such stick, but it was a curious little stick. Magic flowed about it, crowding about the center. He didn’t see how the medical jutsu worked.

His name was Malfoy; he had heard the boy screaming his father’s name as he carried him to the Infirmary. The boy was now eying the blood on Kakashi’s jacket. The ANBU stared at the dark patch of blood on his jacket and hands for a moment, then politely asked.

“Poppy-san, can I use the sink?”





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