The Stubborn Instruments

Harry Potter © J.K. Rowling

Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto

Chapter o4

Summary: She was the most stubborn and most annoying person he had ever met, besides a certain Senju, but she wasn't a Senju. She was just Harī. Fem!Harry

Rate: T

May contain: Cursing

Author's Note: Here is another chapter, I hope you enjoy Harī's brother, I sure did. And wow, 30 reviews on the last chapter, that's amazing! Thank you for reviewing!

Amemori Fumio was tall and lean.

Dark brown eyes and a lighter shade of black hair.

Thin lips and sharp face, high cheekbones with the same skin complexion his Harī held.

"It's nice to put a face to my sister's dear friend." Fumio said softly, filled with curiosity and amusement.

Nodding his head, "And it nice to meet Harī-chan's brother. She holds very high respect towards you." He stated neutrally.

Fumio chuckled, "I know, I've been told many times by the elders. However, my little sister told me you wanted to meet me, here I am Uchiha Madara." His voice went from friendly to deathly serious.

His face still held that polite smile, however, there was sharpness to those dark eyes.

Madara knew that depending on Harī's brother answer, things could go either way. He could still see Harī and have her in his life or her brother could just give Harī a small comment about no longer seeing him and she would most likely obey him.

And it pained him that she would choose her brother first.

Trying to calm his nerves, the roaring spark of jealousy and control the superior complex he has, because be damn, he is a ninja and could easily kill the man in front of him, but that glint the man held in his eyes told him anything of the situation. It was that he was in control.

Not him, a ninja with the power to kill him. No, it was a civilian that new manipulation like the back of his hand.

Gritting his teeth, he nodded his head, reeling in all his emotions and keeping them at bay, taking a deep breath, he looked straight in the eyes of Harī's brother.

"I wish to court your sister."

When Amemori Fumio first began to become aware of his situation, he understood he was reborn again. This time in a different world from what he was so used to knowing.

Life here was based on what he could guess the Japanese Feudal Era, or close to it since he had never bothered to study the Asian branch of magic.

He had never imagined Harry Potter, his enemy, come to him.

Asking if he wanted to join his newly acquired adventure. An adventure the old goat didn't get the chance. He was curious, he wanted to know what type of an adventure a dead person could go.

"I've been dead and alive for a while now and it's been lonely these past few years since I've last die. I was allowed to grant one person to be reborn alongside me for the total of fifty times." The brat had the nerve to speak of death in such nonchalant tone, that he wanted to grab his neck and strangled it with his bare hands.

"So what'cha say, Tommy, want to be reborn again and see what you can do with your new life?"

The boy was stupid.

No not stupid, he was an idiot with very few brain cells in that head of his. However, he agreed because the darkness he was surrounded, where time seemed to not exist, was getting to him. He wanted to leave, but his soul could not move forward or it could be burning in the pits of hell as he been told by the Father that had spoken to him to allow kindness and not bitterness.

He just wanted something that wasn't darkness.

So he agreed.

And he was reborn again and again.

He lived and he died.

He lived till old age. He was murdered. He died by accident.

But he was reborn again and the brat followed behind him.

At first, siblings. Born as twins to a small loving family, born as half-bloods. Then born as an elder and younger siblings.

Eventually following as strangers soon becoming friends or were enemies.

Harry James Potter gave him a new perspective of life.

Made him, forced him to grow out of the petty anger and violence he grew up to be in his life. What he held on to tightly because that was what defined him. What he grew up to be.

But the bloody brat showed him, he could've been better when he was able to grow up and change the magical world in one of his lifetimes.

However, since this was his last time being reborn, he was born as the elder brother in a small noble family in the Land of Fire.

Into a world were no magic existed, instead, chakra replaced magic here.

Yet, he didn't want to become a ninja even if the chance was offered to him. He was happy using his skills of manipulation into becoming the advisor of the Daimyō. And it was the first time he got to see Harry Potter reborn as a girl.

Even though he had told him he had been born as a female in his earlier lives before he was granted a chance to choose someone. He had gotten used to being a female, so the brat wasn't reacting as badly as he was.

Because in this time frame, women were only seen as nothing, but a pretty wife to sit next to them while the husband did all the work or they become an entertainer, whores or slaves.

And as his elder brother Fumio wasn't going to allow any man to be anywhere near Harry. Or so he thought.

Apparently, the brat was more troublesome as a female than a male.

However, staring down at the sixteen-year-old ninja in front of him, he had automatically connected him to be one of the Uchiha ninjas that he had seen while studying in the Daimyō palace.

Humming, Fumio was a bit annoyed…no not annoyed. He was irritated that the brat, he had practically raised, out of nowhere come to him and state she made a friend, that she actually enjoyed his company and said friend wanted to meet with him.

To ask permission to court his annoying, insufferable, and beloved dear sister.

Blandly gazing at the child in front of him, he sighed.

"Yes, I was expecting this. My sister disappearing most of the afternoons throughout last year and this year, I had to expect she had caught the attention of a boy." He began, with one arm crossing his chest, while his other arm, he rested his elbow on his open palm, and he laid his cheek on his hand, his index finger tapping his temple.

He focused on the boy some more before he spoke again. "Courting, you want to court my sister…Why?"

The Uchiha stared at him, annoyance flashed through his eyes, but it was gone in a minute.

"Why do I wish to court Harī? Because, not only is beautiful in appearance, she and a beautiful soul and she isn't like the many women I've seen be married off." The Uchiha stated firmly, looking at him straight in the eyes.

Good, the boy had confidence, maybe too much…"Oh, and how do you know she is those type of women? Just guiding you with a false mask?" He retorted, peering down at him because he was going to unnerve the Uchiha as much as possible because he was not going to accept a weak ninja, even if he was an Uchiha, one of the powerful Clans that exist in this land.

"She hasn't and will not. Harī isn't one to bow down to anyone, not if she has a say so. She is a fighter and she shines with kindness."

"But she is a mere civilian."

"She may be a civilian, but that doesn't stop her from stepping toes with other civilians or other ninjas from doing what she believe is right."

"She is weak, what does a ninja from a very well-known shinobi clan want with a weak, civilian that has no desire to harm someone."

"I want to protect her with my best abilities, I want to have her in my future, to gladly accept her love and help me in my dark times. Harī may be a civilian, but she is a fighter and has the spirit of a fighter. She may not want to harm anybody, but she helps and heals those she cares about."

The growl that lift the lips of the Uchiha confirmed his thoughts.

The Uchiha brat was in love with his sister. Merlin, save him from a pounding headache growing and the many plans he needed to form just to make Harī, damn that brat, live a suitable life.

Huffing, sitting up straighter, dropping his arms to his lap and smiled politely at the child.

"I will agree for you to court my sister, but with one condition. I want you to figure out a way to help the Land of Fire and myself, to end these on-going battles between clans. I will not allow my sister to live in a clan compound where she might die by an unexpected attack."

The Uchiha seemed surprised, but he nodded his head. "I accept your agreements, I do believe I have something in mind; however, I wish to speak to someone first."

Fumio nodded his head, "Of course, in the meantime, I will inform my sister and you will be allowed to see her for the last time until I've heard your plan and I believe it is decent enough before I allow you to court her."

"Of course." Uchiha Madara said with relief.

With a nod of his head, Fumio stood up and bowed to Madara with respect. "I'll go and speak to her and allow you the rest of the afternoon together. Since you wish to court my sister, then you will not be allowed alone, I will have one of my trusted guard with you inside the room."

Feeling as everything he wished to be said, well the most civil things, he bid him goodbye and would be expecting an answer from him soon…ah yes, he almost forgot.

"Ah yes, you do have a time-limit. I would love to hear an answer before my sister turns eighteen."

Feeling rather smug about the time limit he created, he left the room before anything else was spoken.

Walking down the hall of the small Japanese home his deceased family had left him, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. Messing up the short locks of hair, he continued his way to where he knew the brat was at.

Out to the small pavilion, she sat on a cushion, playing the koto that their dead grandmother taught her.

"Your Uchiha is waiting for you," He began, leaning on one of the red beams, watching the brat play elegantly and beautiful, no wonder the Uchiha fell for her, she looked like the pure-hearted princess the girls in the orphanage read about.

Allowing the last few plucks of music to ring in the quiet air, she looked up at him, her lips pursed, "My Uchiha?" She asked.

"Yes, your Uchiha. He asked permission to court you." Fumio began, his brows furrowing together, "I approved."

Harī laughed at the tone of his voice, he rolled his eyes. "Anyways, I approved of the courtship; however, I gave him a time-limit and a condition. If the Uchiha brat figures a way to complete the task."

"Of course, you won't allow for anything to be simple." She teased.

"Shush, you annoying brat. Do you know the many things I have to deal with because I need to make sure of your happiness and life are well lived?" He asked, shaking his head.

"Aw, but you love me." Harī said happily, her damn green eyes shined with compassion and happiness.

Huffing, he crossed his arms and stared at her with a blank stare, "As if, you know how insurable you are? I've had to live with you many, many years."

"Whatever you say, dear brother of mine," Harī stated, rolling her own eyes, but smiled brightly at him.

"Yes, yes. Now go to your Uchiha, enjoy it because from tomorrow and onward, you will not see him and you will be continuing your studies and everything our beloved grandmother left for you to finish since your task seemed to be almost complete."

"Yes big brother, I will see you at dinner then."

"Yes, now get out of my sight. I have to finish my work and I don't need distractions."

"Yes, yes!"

He watches Harī grin at him before standing up and left to make her way to the sitting quarters, where the Uchiha brat was waiting for her. He hoped this was the right thing.

He knew that Harī knew things from each life they lived or some sort of information and he did his best to complete the task that Death had given him.

However, this time, it was his turn to do a task from Death himself.

Help the Land of Fire from the bloodshed that the shinobi clans has created. Easy said than done.

However, he knew politics and he knew how to manipulate people, he wasn't a Dark Lord at the beginning or an Army Sargent, or a Noble.

He had lived many lives, now all the education he had learned from them, he was going to use them in hopes to gaining the upper hand and getting a place as the Daimyō adviser.

He hoped the Uchiha brat had a good plan to help him.

Madara wasn't sure what had really happened, he knew that Fumio had played him and that annoyed him.

Yet, he understood somewhat the political side of what the man was asking of him, as well, a place of protection for his young sister.

Fumio manipulated his anger to give him answers he wanted. Now that Madara got permission to be able to court Harī after he finished with the task he was given.

Which brought the headache, because the only person that he had man plans about a place to protect children, allowing them to live safe and be able to grow up and eventually be trained into the arts of the shinobi life, it was Senju Hashirama and he wasn't sure if the man would allow him to talk before he tried to take his head off.

How had he gotten in the position again? He asked himself again, rubbing his face with his hands, thinking about everything, trying to lay it out in front of him.

"I see the conversation with my brother has wearied you down a lot." The soft sweet voice sang softly, teasing him.

Peeking through the gaps of his fingers, he stared at Harī, the green-eyed beauty standing in front of him, an amused smile on her face.

"Yes, we spoke and he has granted permission of sorts." He began.

Harī just lets out light feathers of laughter, moving inside the sitting room and sat beside him. "Yes, he commented about that, now Madara-kun," She said, he was enjoying the shiver that ran down his spine as she spoke his name with such teasing tone, he peered down at her, looking straight into those green eyes filled with mirth. "I know you have something you are dying to tell me." She whispered softly.

Smirking, he lean forward, placing a hand on the nape of her neck, bringing her closer to him, allowing their breath ghost over their lips.

"Yes, my dear Harī-chan," He began, allowing his voice to drop in tone, rolling her name in his tongue enjoying the shiver that ran down her spine, "With permission of your brother, once I've completed my task, I ask for you to allow me to court you."

"And you believe you will finish this task before my birthday comes?" She asked, her face slowly becoming flushed.

"I do." He stated firmly.

"If you can, then I'll be waiting for you." She said softly, smiling softly at him.

"I promise I won't make you wait too long."

"Of course you won't." She teased, slowly leaning away from his touch, away from him.

With a nod of his head, he stood up, "Well there really isn't much to say, but I promise you'll hear from me soon." Bowing, he smirked and grabbed her hand and kissed the inner of her palm. "Just wait a bit, Harī-chan."

Madara knew his father wasn't going to approve, no he knew that his father was not just going to disapprove, he was going to be beyond pissed about the task and not able to have the ability to meet Harī due to the task being not finished.

And Madara couldn't help but keep it that way. He didn't want his father to meet Harī at all, not while he had the ability to disapprove his choice of women.

He was not going to let his father ruin something he wanted and for the first time care about someone that wasn't his brother.

And speaking about brothers…"Izuna, I believe it's time we have spoken."

Yes, he needed to talk to his brother and in hopes he could help him with his plan.

Izuna was surprised when his brother returns from wherever he came from and called him out as soon as he got into the Main branch household.

"Of course, do you want to speak here or in the private quarters?" He asked, because whatever Madara was going to tell him, he knew things were about to change…for the better? Hopefully.

"The private quarters," his brother stated, "I feel like this will be big news, probably the possible for a better life? I am not sure yet, I am still thinking about the basics. I have yet planned out a rough plan, but I know most of the basics and also I still need to get into contact with someone." His brother explains, his eyes calculating and firm.

His resolution for whatever he was planning was burning bright.

"Of course, lead the way." He said, following his brother through the empty halls and inside the private quarters.

Sitting in front of him of the small table, he stared at his brother curiously.

"I know that you know I've been seeking someone this past year." Madara stated, crossing his arms across his chest. Izuna nodded his head.

"I hoped not to bring her into my lifestyle till father passed away and I had full control of the clan; however, with the father still being alive, I needed some time to be able to plan something out and have her introduced." Madara began.

"Her brother, he is studying to become an advisor for the future Daimyō. I had to go and get permission to be allowed to court her. He accepted."

"I feel like there was something he asked of you to do first." Izuna said softly, staring at his brother questioning. Madara nodded his head.

"Yes, I must figure a way out to help him stop the bloodshed in the Land of Fire."

"You are talking about clans fighting against each other since…since probably the death of Hagoromo Ōtsutuski." Izuna stated, a bit shocked and very conflicted at what the task his brother was given.

"I know, but…there might be a way," Madara said softly. "However, that means shedding the hate we have for a certain clan and fight together."

Izuna felt his stomach drop, if his brother meant what he was saying, then he knew his father was going to blow a casket.

"I must speak to Senju Hashirama."

Yes, his father was going to declare his eldest son insane and throw a fit about wanting to speak to a Senju.

"Father will try killing you."

"He can try, but I've made up my mind and made a promise and I don't wish to break that promise again."

Izuna slowly nodded his head. "You know, even though I think it's a crazy idea and it will probably cause a rift in the clan, I'll have your back…just please take me with you when you meet the Senju."

Madara sighed, his tense shoulders relaxed and a small soft smile made his way to his lips. "Thank you, Izuna."

Author's Note: Here is the next chapter, I am not sure when the next time will be out and it will probably be longer because it might be the last chapter. I am not sure yet.

But I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I would like to hear your thought about it! Sorry if there are more grammar and spelling errors, I try getting them fixed as much as possible but...yeah I tried. Anyways, be on the lookout for the next chap and probably the last one.

Bye, Lucy.