Hiya! This is ShinoYuuki here with my first story ever...okay not really, but it is the first story on this account. I have no clue what prevailed me to write this but I did and I hope you enjoy. R & R!!
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, Harry Potter, any products from said series, or any of the characters from those series. They respectively belong to Masashi Kishimoto (No matter how much he kills the series it's still his work peoples) and the brilliant JK Rowling.
Another normal day in the village hidden in the leaves, or Konoha, was drawing to a close. Civilians quickly scuffled home to their families in anticipation of a nice hot meal, while others headed off for a night out in the town.
A young woman was waiting safely within the boundaries of her rather large home.
She was what many would call pretty. She was of average height with bright emerald eyes and clear fair skin. But, arguably, her most striking feature was her long pastel pink hair. This young woman was Haruno Sakura, Jonin of Konoha and one of the best medic-nins the village has every seen, not that she'd ever brag about something as trivial as that.
She was a modest soul of a mild personality (Kind to many and a completely horrifying she-monster to others).
Patiently she waited for her fiancé, Uchiha Sasuke, to return home.
For the past two weeks he had been in a very classified mission and was due back a couple days ago. Sakura missed him terribly and worried that she wouldn't see him before she went off on her very own long-term mission in the morning.
It wasn't as if she feared for the man's life, she didn't in the slightest to be completely honest. She knew that Sasuke was an incredibly skilled ninja who could probably destroy anyone who got in his way. She smirked when she thought about how she had someone so strong, so powerful, so 'mess with me and I'll lop your effin head off', wrapped around her little finger.
The hours went by and with a sigh Sakura accepted that he just wasn't coming back that evening. Slightly depressed, she slowly made her way up the stairs and into their bedroom before collapsing onto the large bed.
Restlessly she flipped herself onto her back and stared at the blank ceiling. She thought of the mission she had the next day, a mission that would keep her away from her friends and family for a little less than a year in a completely unfamiliar world of wizards, witches, and magic (Things she didn't even know existed until a day before yesterday).
Sasuke wasn't even aware that she had this mission, and it pained her to think that when he finally did come back home he'd return to an empty house and a note saying that she probably wasn't going to see him until the latter end of December. (Apparently that period was a holiday break in the Wizarding world…Chirstamah or something like that.)
"A year teaching magical students all about shinobi…wonderful, just wonderful." Sakura muttered mutinously to herself as she turned to her side in an attempt to get more comfortable.
She heard a chuckle.
Quickly she grabbed the kunai she kept under her pillow and sprang up to attack the intruder only to feel a familiar hand on her wrist and an arm pulling her gently back into bed.
"You must be pretty distracted if you didn't sense me earlier." The intruder murmured into her hair.
"You're late Sasuke." Sakura angrily muttered into his chest.
"The mission was a bit harder to complete than expected. We had a few mishaps…" The intruder, now identified as Sasuke, explained.
Sakura groggily looked up at Sasuke's handsome face. "Naruto?"
"Naruto." Sasuke confirmed with a small smirk.
"What did he do this time?"
"What didn't he do, would be a more precise term."
She smiled and snuggled into his well-built chest. Naruto, her male blonde and hyperactive friend, was always a bit of an idiot when it came to missions…and life in general. But Sakura supposed that it was this little quirk of his that made him such a lovable part of her far too exhausting life. She thought his bright colors (in a sadly literal sense) to be like a ray of sunshine…that needed to be beat down when he got a little to out of hand.
"So," Sasuke paused to think of what to say next. "You have a long-term mission tomorrow."
It was more of a statement than a question.
"Sadly." She groggily replied. "Did you read the note I left?"
Sasuke sounded a bit surprised…a bit, "You left a note? Hn. No, Kakashi let me know before I headed back here."
"Really now? Well it's his fault I'm leaving in the first place. He sure as hell should've told you. It saves me the trouble."
"You sound like you don't want to go."
"I don't want to go. Honestly, if this mission wasn't for the good of magical-shinobi relations and if the headmaster of that Hogwarts school place didn't put me through such a guilt trip I would've said hell no. But I didn't, and now tomorrow I'm off to some godforsaken school to teach."
Only one thing seemed to register in Sasuke's battle numbed brain, "You, a teacher? Those kids are screwed."
Sakura threw him a one eyed glare, "Yes, I'm teaching you jerk and if I wasn't so tired I'd bash your head in for being so mean. And to top it all off I also have a secondary assignment to protect some kid with a scar on his head."
"Don't 'hn' me you bastard."
"Hn, sleep Sakura."
"You…don't have to…tell…me…twice." She murmured grogglily.
"Why am I so sleepy all of a sudden?" She thought. "Damn him and his stupid genjutsu…"
"And Sakura," Sasuke whispered. "I'm seeing you off tomorrow."
But Sakura didn't hear him as she had already fallen asleep, her head full of thoughts of magic, wizards, witches, and owls, as well as the thought of whacking her fiancé upside the head in the morning.