The Elder Wand, a wand that could grant immense power. A wand that had never failed its owner in any duel.

The Resurrection Stone, an artifact that was said to have power to bring back the deceased.

The Invisibility Cloak, hid its owner so well that even Death couldn't find him.

Most people just regarded them as childish tales, which was fair, since the most popular story about them was in a book for children. However, over the course of history, many wizards and witches had spent their entire lives to look for those three artifacts. Their power, even individually, was tempting. Together, they were even more fearsome. According to the tales and the belief of many, whoever owned all three of them - The Deathly Hallows - would wield power over Death itself. He, or she, would become the Master of Death.

That was a big load of bullshit.

Not the part about unimaginable power. Power they would get, as Death itself would bestow it upon them. There was just one thing that the tales about the Deathly Hallows got wrong, was that Death didn't like having a Master. Besides, why would it willingly give out power to a mortal just so that they could step over it later on?

Nonsense.

The truth, as only a handful of 'living' individuals could testify, was that the power of Death was a loan with steep interest. And believe it or not, sooner or later, in some way or another, Death always gets its due.

Always.

"Welcome to the circle, Harry Potter. Or should I say, Zero Six?"

Harry Potter blinked.

He was standing at Shin Tokyo Portkey Destination, if his info wasn't wrong and the Portal didn't screw up. The sudden change from the dimly lit room to broad daylight made him grimace and raise an arm to shield his eyes from the sun.

"So, Shin Tokyo," he looked around after a few seconds. It seems like Death was right, everything looked normal enough to him. When Harry first heard about his first field mission through the Dimensional Portal, he was a little afraid. After all, from what he'd gathered, those alternate dimensions could be vastly different from his original one. The basic information he had been given about the destination before his departure did little to sooth his nerves.

However, to see that there wasn't anything out of place the moment he stepped through the Portal was kinda anticlimactic. Somewhat disappointing, if Harry were to be honest with himself.

"Move it, jerk. People are coming through," his musing was cut short as a middle aged wizard shoved him out of the way. Shooting Harry a dirty glare, he then hastily walk away, pulling an unnatural large suitcase behind.

"My bad," Harry yelled after the man, but he doubted that it would reach him, since the place was kinda crowded. Witches and wizards keep appearing and disappearing via their Portkeys, which reminded Harry that it probably wouldn't be a good idea to stay in here any longer. The stranger had a point, and he certainly didn't want anyone to arrive right on top of his head.'

A small chuckle escaped Harry's lips as he entertained himself with the ridiculous image. He then headed to the exit. Since not everything could pass through the Portal, Harry had decided not to bring too much, except for a few changes of clothes and the Hallows, some money, together with his parents' album. They were all in a small trunk that he was pulling along.

If anyone ever asked, Harry would say that today wasn't his lucky day.

He could have sworn that just a moment before, the sky was still crystal clear. However, it didn't change the fact that there was now a downpour, forcing Harry to take shelter in the nearest muggle cafe.

"May I take your order, sir?"

The young waitress asked with a bright smile as soon as Harry sat down and he blinked. It took him a moment to realize that he was hearing Japanese.

"Just tea, please," Harry said, also in Japanese. A perk of being an Agent of Death was that he could understand and speak every language. It was much like Parseltongue though. Everything he heard was in English, and his reply sounded just like English to him as well. It was a little disorienting for beginners, seeing how what you said and what you heard didn't match at all. Harry, on the other hand, had had years of experience with Parseltongue, so he didn't have any problem with this method of instant translation.

He was a little surprised when the waitress bowed deeply and retreat after writing down his order. The surprise didn't linger for long though, as Harry's train of thought drifted back to his current mission. Here he was, alone in a foreign country, a foreign world, chasing down another Agent whom had decided to go rogue. Harry hadn't even met the man before. From what information he was given during the briefings, Zero Three was particularly dangerous, and not to mention extremely slippery.

Why the hell a greenhorn agent was sent on a mission like this was beyond him. "You're the most suitable one for the job," he was told without any further explanation. Death really liked his cryptic answers, and it didn't help Harry one bit.

With a sigh, he pulled out a small towel from inside the trunk and started to dry himself. He was quick in finding this cafe, but wasn't quick enough to stay completely dry. Normally, a Drying Charm would solve the problem nicely. However, in the presence of muggle, this would have to do, Harry would find an isolated place to finish the job later.

"Here's your tea, sir."

The waitress had come back to delivered his drink. Harry accepted with a smile and put away the towel before turning his gaze out of the window, watching the peaceful, albeit a little somber scene outside, while barely register what the journalist on the nearby TV was reporting on a series of missing people.

Harry had never thought that he would visit Japan, a place that he'd only heard about in passing. They had their own magical community, as well as schools for witches and wizards. Magic was mostly the same when it came to casting spells with a wand, and vastly different in everything else. Since this is another dimension's Japan, it was even more different. That included the muggle side as well. Apparently, there was a young company that was founded not long ago, but was quickly expanding. Their technology appeared in every aspect of life: Education, healthcare, banking, security, even military and beyond that.

The company's name was MBI.

Reading through the files that was given to him by Death, Harry couldn't help but got suspicious of MBI's grow rate. Sure, he was a stranger to this dimension, but everything he'd read about it and encountered so far seem just like his original one. If it wasn't for the fact that magic and technology didn't go well together, Harry would even go so far as to say there were some wizards or witches behind the company itself.

I still should investigate it in my free time, thought Harry. At the moment he had no lead to the target at all, and every clue, no matter how small, should be looked at.

That said, no matter how it turned out, Harry was going to be stuck here for a long time. The first thing he should do is go find a place to set up his base, before venturing into the magical district to gather some supplies and information.

Harry grimaced at the thought of going house hunting. He was granted a hundred Galleons for this mission, half of which was converted into Japanese yen, and that wasn't much. If he were to stay here for any extended period of time, there would be many purchases that needed to be made as soon as possible. A base aside, he would need at least a potion making kit, as well as the ingredients, and some basic furnitures if the house he chose didn't have that. There was also the need for food, drink and general everyday necessities.

It always struck Harry as odd that even now, he still requires food and sleep to operate. Not that they were compulsory needs like before, but his magic regenerated when he ate and slept. On an important mission like this, Harry wouldn't want to get his magic drained, rendering himself useless.

The rain didn't stop until the sun had already set. Harry, after paying for his drink, exited the cafe and started heading toward the city center. It was rather late for house hunting now, so he decided to rent a hotel room for the night. The entrance to Tokyo's magical district was there too, so it would be easier for him in the morning. Too bad, since Harry had never been there himself, apparating was definitely not an option.

All of those thoughts, however, vanished from Harry's head when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eyes. Whipping his head around so quickly that he felt like it could fall of, Harry immediately found what he was looking for. Amidst the sea of people, there was a woman, if he could call her that. She had grey hair, pulled up into a ponytail, and was wearing a tight black top, miniskirt, and a coat of some sort draped over her shoulders.

Odd choice of clothings, thought Harry with a frown. Even so, her attire still wasn't as weird as the freaking katana on her hip. The people on the street only spared her a glance before turning away though, so he guessed that it wasn't such a weird sight around this part. Cosplay was a thing around here after all.

The problem didn't lie in her appearance. Rather, it was the power that she wielded. The woman didn't do anything but walking around, but Harry could feel it. She was powerful, and more importantly, dangerous.

The second perk of being an agent of Death was that Harry could feel it when a murderer was near. Usually it was a vague, unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach. This time though, the feeling was so intense. Harry felt like he could even touch it.

Suddenly, the woman turned around. Her gaze found him in a second and they just stood like that, staring at each other until she winked and took the nearest turn into a dark alley.

The moment she turned away, Harry involuntarily let out a relieved sigh. Cold sweats had started to form on his forehead as he kept his eyes locked at the alley that she disappeared into.

I have to follow her. There was something very wrong about that woman.

Bad idea. Harry knew that better than anyone else as he crossed the street and chased after her. He wasn't going to turn away from a chance like this though. For all he knew, she might be a lead for his mission. Harry was sure that the woman wasn't magical, not a witch in any case, but he also knew very damn well that she was no muggle. Considering what made Zero Three so dangerous, there was a chance that she was under his spell.

The unsettling feeling intensified as Harry stepped further into the alley. It was damp, and dark, and empty, strangely so given the amount of people outside. He couldn't help but took a nervous glance behind. Everyone was still going about their own business a few feet away from his place. Gulping audibly, Harry turned forward, looking for the woman, his right hand was in his pocket, holding tightly onto the Elder Wand. If something could go wrong, it most likely would when Harry Bloody Potter was involved.

It turned out that he didn't have to look around for long. The moment he took the first turn, out of the sight of everyone from the main street, Harry spotted the woman standing ahead, waiting for him.

"Greeting," she smiled. It was an innocent enough smile, but Harry could see something else behind it, something sinister. He tightened his grip on the wand.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"You don't know me, yet you followed me here," she said. Her smiled unwavered. However…

Is she...panting? Harry frowned. Since it was dark, he couldn't completely make out her face. She sure seemed to have trouble breathing though.

"You signalled me to follow you, no?" He said in the end.

"So you will follow any woman as long as she winks at you?" She snickered and took a step closer. Her hand raised and grabbed her chest. Her breath became even more laboured.

"Not really, no," Harry's frown deepened. "Are you alright?"

"No, I'm not," her voice shook slightly as she took another step. Harry could see her face now. It was bright red.

"You're sick," Harry said. He wanted to take a step forward...and do what? Maybe support her since the woman looks like she could fall over any second now?

Not a good idea, a voice in his mind, the more logical part in him screamed. Harry was forced to agree. He couldn't afford to let his guard down around her.

"Should I call for help?" He asked.

"No… It's okay," she grimaced, but it soon went away and the smile came back, sending a chill down Harry's spine. "Maybe I'm sick. But I just need to take care of the source, then everything should be fine. Don't you agree?"

"Well, sure," Harry said. What is she blabbering about?

"I'm glad you agree," she nodded, and fell forward. Unconsciously, Harry stepped up, fully intending to catch her until he caught sight of her right hand, which was now holding the handle of the katana, a silver flash could be seen right next to it.

Shit, was the only thought appeared in Harry's head as he whipped out his wand and put up the strongest Protego he could muster. A loud 'clang' echoed the alley, and Harry found himself flung backward several feet, shield completely shattered under the brute force of the attack.

"Oh ho," the woman grinned widely. Her breath became even more ragged and her face flushed. If the situation wasn't so bloody serious, Harry could have sworn that she was wearing a look of desire of her face. "I knew it. The man who makes me react like this can't be normal."

"What the hell?" Harry was back on his feet in an instant. He barely had enough time to react to her words as she kicked the ground and was onto him a moment later, sword in hand. With inhuman speed, she slashed down. If Harry had been hit by that attack, his body would have been sliced into two.

If only he was hit, of course, since Harry was rather fond of seeing himself in one peace. Instead, the woman's sword sliced through empty air and hit the ground, sending spark everywhere. Harry had already apparated behind her.

"Incendio!"

He shouted the incantation and a wave of flame erupted from the tip of the Elder Wand, filling the entire space in front of him and engulfed the woman in a blink of an eye. Harry kept the fire going for a few seconds, but his instinct told him that it wouldn't be enough. He needed something stronger to bring her down, alive if possible. He had questions that she might hold the answers for.

His thought was cut short as suddenly, the sea of flame was split into two, revealing his opponent, a little blackened and her clothes burned in several places, but overall unscathed. Swearing loudly, Harry waved his wand. Two stone hands sprouted from the street beneath and grabbed her ankles, while numerous stone spears shot out from the ground and surrounding walls, aimed at her. A huge stone wall appeared, separate him and the crazy woman. Those wouldn't keep her long, he knew that. So now was the time to…

"No freaking way…" Harry murmured and looked down at his chest. Pain exploded as he saw her katana, pierced cleanly through the space where his heart was. She was still on the other side of the wall though, and only her blade made it through. It was unbelievable, since he made sure to reinforce that wall as hard as he could.

I knew it was a bad idea, should have apparated away as soon as possible, thought Harry bitterly as he felt the blade being withdrawn from his chest. The feeling of metal slid against his inside made him sick as he slumped like a stringless puppet on the muddy ground. Trying his best to look up, Harry could see that the wall he conjured was shattered to pieces as the woman calmly walked toward him, licking her lips. Most of her outfit was destroyed, exposing a lot of skin, but she was still unharmed.

How in Merlin's name did that even happen anyway? Harry wanted to laugh, but all he managed was to cough up blood. His chest hurt, and he had no strength to move his limbs.

"I enjoyed that," the woman bent down until her face was inches away from his. She then said in a sensual voice. "Still, it's your fault for showing up in front of me, making me react. You're powerful, and we might have been great together. But it's not possible. Sleep well, Mister Ashikabi."

That was the last thing Harry heard before his vision went pitch black.

Today really wasn't Harry's lucky day.

He woke up with a choked gasp.

"Fuck! That hurts!" Were the first words out of his mouth as Harry's eyes snapped open. His mouth felt dry and had a sadly familiar metallic taste, since blood had long dried in there.

Gingerly pulling out his wand, Harry quickly performed a Scourgify on himself to get rid of the blood in his mouth before doing the same for his robe, as well as mending the hole made by the madwoman's katana.

"Yay, got killed on your first mission before the first day is over," Harry murmured, mocking himself. That would make an impressive first entry in his record. He then just sat silently, leaning against a dirty wall, waiting for his strength to come back.

He was careless. He wanted to capture her, not knowing just what that woman was capable of. He could have Apparated away, or turning into his Animagus form when she was occupied, but he didn't.

I guess some Gryffindor part in me never died, he grinned bitterly.

Harry was lucky, since the woman seemed to underestimated him as well. She knew that he wasn't normal, but not to this degree, to not die from having his heart being pierced by a sword.

The third perk of being an Agent of Death, he couldn't die by any conventional mean. There were only a few ways that could be used to kill an Agent, most of them (and incidentally, the easiest ones too) had to be performed by another Agent, which was why it was such a huge problem when one of them decided to go rogue.

That didn't mean Harry was unable to feel pain. All of his senses were still functional, and it was probably the Agents' biggest weakness. They could be subjected to a hell of pain without ever knowing the sweet release of Death. It was unlikely to happen during a mission, since they were very talented individuals, not that Harry was bragging. However, it still could happen if they somehow got defeated, like he just did.

"Damn it," Harry grunted and pushed himself off the ground. There was still a dull pain where he was stabbed, but part of his strength was back. It would be best to move before somebody decided that it was a good idea to go into this alley. After another cleaning charm to make sure he was presentable, Harry picked up his trunk a few steps away from him and walked toward the main street. The silver watch on his wrist told him that it was now almost midnight. Four hours were wasted for almost nothing.

At least now he knew that the woman definitely wasn't muggle, maybe not even human. Her monstrous strength and speed was her own. Zero Three couldn't provide raw physical power to his targets. Was he involved with her though? That still remained to be seen.

Harry woke up late the following morning. While he wasn't an early morning person, there was still a strict wake up hour that Harry set for himself a few years ago. The only exception where he allowed himself to sleep in was after receiving heavy damage to his body.

Like the previous night for example.

It took awhile for the memory to come back. Sitting up groggily and putting on the pair of glasses that he summoned from the nearby nightstand, Harry finally realized that he was sleeping in a rented room of a cheap hotel.

"At least my chest has stopped hurting," murmuring to himself, Harry then got out of bed and started getting ready for the day. It was almost ten in the morning, he could just forego breakfast altogether and started on house hunting.

It took twenty minutes on foot from the hotel to the nearest agency, according to the receptionist.

Not that Harry minded, it was probably a good thing to get a feel of the city if he was about to stay here. With that in mind, he said goodbye to the hotel staff after checking out and departed. It was well past midnight when he arrived earlier, not to mention the aching on his chest, so Harry wasn't in a mood to get a good look at the scenery. Now though, before him was the lively atmosphere of a Sunday in Shin Tokyo. It almost reminded him of his first trip to Diagon Alley a decade ago. Bursting streets filled with people while all sort of of strange (to him) goods were sold in the stores lined up neatly on the sides of the road.

Here and there, Harry could even see some advertising signs or billboards featured cartoon girls - he couldn't remember what they were really called - in various states of dressing, or the lack thereof. Thanks Merlin that there was no nudity, though there were indeed some really questionable signs with knicker shots that made Harry raised an eyebrow while wondering just what the hell was being sold in those stores.

What? He was an Agent of Death didn't mean that he wasn't a young man. A slightly unhinged - pseudo immortal one, but still one regardless.

Shaking his head, Harry then hurried along the busy street. He would check those stores out one day if he ever mustered enough of his Gryffindor courage to set one foot in there in the first place.

Too occupied with his thoughts about the 'strange' shops, Harry didn't notice that something was happening until it was too late.

"Watch out, you over there!" A nearby woman shouted at him. Harry was confused at first, but his question was soon answered by a scream from somewhere above him.

His head snapped up, and Harry regretted doing so immediately, as it was almost snapped for real when something that looked incredibly like a young girl came crashing down onto him.

Dying twice in span of one day was a bit too much, even for his standard.

The impact send Harry, as well as the girl flying a short distance before landing into a heap on the sidewalk. Out of the corner of his eyes, Harry thought that he saw another person leaping away from a nearby roof.

If it was a few days ago, he might have waved it away and blamed his mind for playing trick on him. However, after the encounter with the crazy, pervert woman from the previous night, he couldn't help but took what he saw seriously.

Which brought his attention back to the girl which was now sprawled across his chest. Her pink hair all over his face.

"Hey, you alright?" He asked, pushing the hair away and tried to sit up. Around him, people had formed a loose circle and was murmuring between themselves. Some were even taking pictures with their phones. Harry ignored them for the moment. The girl didn't look like she was injured, no blood or anything, but she could have hit her head somewhere for all he knew.

"Excuse me…" He gently nudged her and tried to put his face closer to make sure that her heart was still beating. However, only Harry's quick reflex saved him from a nosebleed as suddenly, the girl popped up on her arms, eyes wide and glanced around frantically.

"Where is that woman?" She asked no one in particular.

Is she talking about the one on the roof earlier?" Harry raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

"I ask where that woman is! I have to chase after her or else Karasuba is going to have my head!" It looked like she finally noticed their positions. However, to Harry's surprise, instead of standing up or making any move to get off of him, the girl turned around and grabbed his collar with both hands before yanking his face closer.

"Answer me, you must have seen...Ugh." For some unknown reason, she looked like something was stuck in her throat as the sentence died abruptly on her lips. An intense blush slowly creeping up her cheeks as hers pretty pinks eyes were locked onto his.

Is she wearing contact lens…? Was Harry's first thought before he noticed that this girl too, was also panting - a all too familiar sight. The feeling of a katana going through his heart started to come back.

"Hold on a moment," he all but yelled and put a hand on her shoulder, the other reached into his pocket to draw the Elder Wand. He didn't want to use magic in front of all these muggle, but he would much rather not dying again.

To his surprise, again, before half of the wand was out of his robe, the pink haired girl yanked his collar harder until her lips finally rested on his.

To Harry's credit, he didn't blast the girl away with his strongest Banishing Charm.

It was hardly a gentleman's respond, but again, kissing a stranger whom she just met couldn't really be called ladylike either.

To make the matter worse, she didn't even bother with a chaste kiss. Her tongue, after a few seconds of exploring outside, finally forced its way through Harry's lips. Thus right now, he was being given a very thoroughly, albeit a little unorthodox dental exam in the middle of a crowded street, by the girl on top of him, whom he practically just met a moment ago. Heck, Harry didn't even know her name. He doubted that she knew his either.

Against Harry's will, his face was starting to heat up too. He was also painfully aware of the growing whispers on the background. There were even flashes light from the camera. Those were just minor distraction, however, when Harry saw a pair of bright pink wings that seemed to be made of light sprouted from her back.

It was a scene that Harry could only describe as 'mesmerizing' when asked at a later date.

Right now, his only thought was that maybe he was dreaming. If he closed his eyes then opened them again, he would be back on his bed at the hotel, and this embarrassing situation never happened. And he did just that.

Nope, not dreaming, thought Harry sullenly as he opened his eyes again. Worse still, seeing his closed eyes as a sign of acceptance, the girl kissed him even deeper. The hands which were holding his collar slid up and was now cupping his face.

Harry had to admit though, that her sensual moan against his mouth had woken up something inside him.

Still, there was time and place for everything. And by Merlin's baggy pants, on the ground in the middle of a circle of onlookers when it was still broad daylight definitely wasn't the time, nor the place for making out.

Letting go of the wand, Harry reached up to the girl's other shoulder and gently pushed her away. For all of her vigor while examining his mouth, she backed up rather obediently. The two of them looked quite the same now - ragged breath, flushed face, half closed eyelids and mouth slightly hanging open. A thin trail of saliva connected their lips until the girl finally sat straight up. They were still staring at each other.

"Nice to meet you, I guess," finally, Harry said breathlessly in an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence. His voice seemed to have the effect of breaking the girl out of her daze though, as her eyes instantly cleared and were wide open as they bored into him. The blush on her face, however, reached a new shade of red that Harry didn't think was possible.

"Ni...Nice to meet you too," she stuttered. "My… Ashikabi."

Harry noticed the strange word which didn't have an English translation, but decided to file it away for later questioning.

"I'm Harry Potter," he said. "This maybe an awkward situation for any kind of introduction, but considering what we just did…" His face heated up slightly as he pointed at her, then at himself.

"I'm No. 105, Benitsubasa," the girl replied shyly.

End of Chapter 1.