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askerian! Here is the Naruto/HP crossover ficlet you asked for. I couldn't think of any plot (or even a situation) offhand, so I went back and dug up the meme that produced "Lemonade" and lo and behold, this was another one of the prompts!
(Well, sort of. I wanted crack, but Sakura refused to go there, and, given the time period it drifted into, I think she's justified. Oh well. And Tom's name is translated because I like playing around with online dictionaries, and because I could. Do not look for deeper reasons, for there are none. This I promise. *grin*)
ETA, 10/30/06: This turned into an actual chaptered story, rather than a one-shot. Color me surprised!
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Chapter 1: An Ounce of Prevention
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Sakura looked curiously at the strange book she'd found in Tsunade's file room. She'd been looking for an obscure medical text on the use of insects to treat infections, and the thin, shabby book had fallen off the top shelf and hit her shoulder.
It seemed to be a diary, but its previous owner hadn't written anything but his name. He had odd handwriting -- the strokes of his characters were strangely blocky, as if he'd been writing with an overly stiff brush.
Maybe he'd used a quill or one of the pens that were becoming popular for quick notes, Sakura concluded. She ran her hand along the diary's spine and flipped the pages in a cascade, enjoying the sound of paper.
"Hanjimono Tomu," she said, reading the brief inscription on the inside cover. It was a nice name. Tomu, to become rich -- perhaps his mother had dreamed of her son's future and named him with her hopes. Hanjimono, a puzzle, an enigma -- well, the diary certainly was a puzzle. She wondered why Tomu hadn't used it. She wondered how it had ended up in Tsunade's hands. A gift for her services as a healer? Gambling winnings? Tsunade never won anything normal or easily converted into cash, after all...
Well, Sakura had thought for a while now that it might be useful to keep a record of her studies under Tsunade, to organize her thoughts and make notes of things she wanted to learn more about. She might as well use Tomu's diary. It would be a shame for such a well-made book to remain empty.
She opened the diary, inked her brush, and began. "Today Tsunade-sensei asked me what a medic-nin should do if he or she is injured in a way that blocks her ability to manipulate chakra, or is caught in a seal that---"
Sakura hurled the diary across the room, drew a kunai, and set her hands in the dispelling seal. "Kai!"
Nothing changed. The diary lay inert on her floor, between the dresser and her closet.
Nonetheless, Sakura approached it warily. Normal diaries did not absorb ink as if they were drinking.
Blocky characters welled up through the page: "Hello? Is anyone there?"
"Yes," Sakura said.
The diary did not seem to have heard. Words continued seeping onto the page, even as the first lines sank back into the depths of the book. "Hello? Please write to me; I'm trapped in this diary, and I can only read what you write in its pages. My name is Hanjimono Tomu. I haven't talked to anyone for years. Who are you? Will you tell me your name?"
That was out of the question; no ninja would give her name to an unknown, potentially dangerous person or creature. However, it would be wasteful to destroy the diary before learning what jutsu had been used to create it. And perhaps this entity claiming to be Hanjimono Tomu was the soul of a person who'd been trapped by a seal. If so, it was Sakura's responsibility to learn the technique and inform Tsunade, who could then decide whether or not to declare it forbidden... and whether or not to release the person it trapped.
Nothing said that Tomu had been trapped unfairly, after all.
Sakura laid the diary back on her desk and inked her brush. "Hello, Tomu. You may call me Hana."
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End of Chapter
Continue to When In Rome
Read the final version on ff.net
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In other news, I am, in fact, nearly done with chapter 6 of "Lemonade," and hope to have it up by Thursday. It WILL be up by this weekend, at the absolute latest. OR ELSE. *threatens self with hideous tortures best left unnamed*
Also, Bleach just gets steadily more engrossing as the Soul Society arc goes on. I have to know what happens next! (And on that note, I think I've now let a large enough chunk of Naruto manga build up unread, and I shall go read it all in one fell swoop as soon as I reach the current end of Bleach. I'd been letting it lag because it was all build-up and character introduction, but I am definitely in the mood for shonen adventure these days, and there is some actual confrontation and resolution of sorts available now. *grin*)
askerian! Here is the Naruto/HP crossover ficlet you asked for. I couldn't think of any plot (or even a situation) offhand, so I went back and dug up the meme that produced "Lemonade" and lo and behold, this was another one of the prompts!(Well, sort of. I wanted crack, but Sakura refused to go there, and, given the time period it drifted into, I think she's justified. Oh well. And Tom's name is translated because I like playing around with online dictionaries, and because I could. Do not look for deeper reasons, for there are none. This I promise. *grin*)
ETA, 10/30/06: This turned into an actual chaptered story, rather than a one-shot. Color me surprised!
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Chapter 1: An Ounce of Prevention
---------------------------------------------
Sakura looked curiously at the strange book she'd found in Tsunade's file room. She'd been looking for an obscure medical text on the use of insects to treat infections, and the thin, shabby book had fallen off the top shelf and hit her shoulder.
It seemed to be a diary, but its previous owner hadn't written anything but his name. He had odd handwriting -- the strokes of his characters were strangely blocky, as if he'd been writing with an overly stiff brush.
Maybe he'd used a quill or one of the pens that were becoming popular for quick notes, Sakura concluded. She ran her hand along the diary's spine and flipped the pages in a cascade, enjoying the sound of paper.
"Hanjimono Tomu," she said, reading the brief inscription on the inside cover. It was a nice name. Tomu, to become rich -- perhaps his mother had dreamed of her son's future and named him with her hopes. Hanjimono, a puzzle, an enigma -- well, the diary certainly was a puzzle. She wondered why Tomu hadn't used it. She wondered how it had ended up in Tsunade's hands. A gift for her services as a healer? Gambling winnings? Tsunade never won anything normal or easily converted into cash, after all...
Well, Sakura had thought for a while now that it might be useful to keep a record of her studies under Tsunade, to organize her thoughts and make notes of things she wanted to learn more about. She might as well use Tomu's diary. It would be a shame for such a well-made book to remain empty.
She opened the diary, inked her brush, and began. "Today Tsunade-sensei asked me what a medic-nin should do if he or she is injured in a way that blocks her ability to manipulate chakra, or is caught in a seal that---"
Sakura hurled the diary across the room, drew a kunai, and set her hands in the dispelling seal. "Kai!"
Nothing changed. The diary lay inert on her floor, between the dresser and her closet.
Nonetheless, Sakura approached it warily. Normal diaries did not absorb ink as if they were drinking.
Blocky characters welled up through the page: "Hello? Is anyone there?"
"Yes," Sakura said.
The diary did not seem to have heard. Words continued seeping onto the page, even as the first lines sank back into the depths of the book. "Hello? Please write to me; I'm trapped in this diary, and I can only read what you write in its pages. My name is Hanjimono Tomu. I haven't talked to anyone for years. Who are you? Will you tell me your name?"
That was out of the question; no ninja would give her name to an unknown, potentially dangerous person or creature. However, it would be wasteful to destroy the diary before learning what jutsu had been used to create it. And perhaps this entity claiming to be Hanjimono Tomu was the soul of a person who'd been trapped by a seal. If so, it was Sakura's responsibility to learn the technique and inform Tsunade, who could then decide whether or not to declare it forbidden... and whether or not to release the person it trapped.
Nothing said that Tomu had been trapped unfairly, after all.
Sakura laid the diary back on her desk and inked her brush. "Hello, Tomu. You may call me Hana."
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End of Chapter
Continue to When In Rome
Read the final version on ff.net
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In other news, I am, in fact, nearly done with chapter 6 of "Lemonade," and hope to have it up by Thursday. It WILL be up by this weekend, at the absolute latest. OR ELSE. *threatens self with hideous tortures best left unnamed*
Also, Bleach just gets steadily more engrossing as the Soul Society arc goes on. I have to know what happens next! (And on that note, I think I've now let a large enough chunk of Naruto manga build up unread, and I shall go read it all in one fell swoop as soon as I reach the current end of Bleach. I'd been letting it lag because it was all build-up and character introduction, but I am definitely in the mood for shonen adventure these days, and there is some actual confrontation and resolution of sorts available now. *grin*)
