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Everyone says that immortality is a dream come true. But for one Harry James Potter immortality is a bit boring. After being alive for 10,000,000 years, and been reborn maybe 200 times while traveling to different dimensions loses it's whimsy and Awe effect after awhile. Now he understands the feelings of certain, immortal entities. who are so bored that they choose to bind themselves to mortals. Just to rain chaos and havoc. Such as the immortal vampire Alucard. Last time Harry heard from him, was when said Vampire informing him that he is now bound to the current head of the Hellsing organization one Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing. Lucky bastard. Well there's others who don't bind themselves to mortals but just love to cause chaos mischief and havoc all around through the mortal realms. Such as Richard the undead warlock the last time Harry heard from him, he's currently driving his current handler up the wall.

though the idea of killing himself got boring after his 675 attempts and having Death lecture him for slacking off of his duties and responsibilities as master of death. Don't get him wrong but being able to live forever is nice and all but Harry still long to join his family and loved ones in the afterlife. But being the master of death he is unable to a shocking revelation when he found out at the age of 17. When he first met death in person. that was a bit of a shocking and creepy Revelation.

~ Flash Black~

He was sitting at the foot of Harry's bed and when he sees that Harry's awake (and nearly scared to death - he had personally re-warded Grimmauld Place and the fact of the matter is, no one should've been able to get in without his permission) he gives this tiny little half smile, that looked kind of odd on his face - like he wasn't used to smiling or something.

"Harry Potter ..." The man says, cracking open a can of Coca-Cola. "It's ... so nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you."

Yeah.

Harry can already tell that today is going to be a long day. "No," Harry says firmly, voice a bit muffled under the heavy weight of his blankets. "Absolutely not." And Harry knows burrowing under his blanket, closing his eyes, and desperately ignoring the man at the foot of his bed isn't the best way to deal with his problems – but it's a little better than whipping out his wand and firing off the most destructive curses in his arsenal.

"Oh, don't be so childish." The man says, and Harry shuts his eyes against the grating noise of the man slurping down his soda. "I've already chosen you. You're mine."

At the remark, Harry throws the blanket off of his head and the cool air does little to calm his temper. "I'm a person, not a thing! I don't belong to anyone but myself."

"Wrong." The man's – Death's, though Harry has trouble believing that – eyes are dark, but amused, as he crushes the soda can in one hand, tossing it over his shoulder. "You're my master, I choose you. You're the only one I found worthy, in all the years my gifts have been on Earth.

You're the Master of Death. You're my companion. You're mine."

"I don't want it," Harry says after a moment. "Choose someone else. I mean – you've got to be mistaken somehow. I can't be the Master of Death. I'm just Harry."

Death snorts. "I don't make mistakes. I choose you. I don't want anyone else." His eyes get just a bit darker. "I won't choose anyone else."

In the face of that conviction, the fight sort of leaves Harry. "Well … just don't blame me when you realize I'm a terrible master."

Death smirks. "Oh, Harry. I don't think you've ever been terrible at anything in your entire life."

So.

It turns out he's sort of the Master of Death.

Harry doesn't know how to really process that information, other than shouting a bunch of expletives in the shower.

What had he ever done to deserve this? And why the hell was Death so intent on having him, of all people, as his master? Wouldn't Death not want a master?

None of this makes sense to Harry.

But he sort of has the funny feeling that this will never make sense.

~end of flash back~

And it never made sense after that, though traveling through different dimensions and being reborn was a pain in the ass. Luckily death wasn't so cruel to his one and only master so death gave his master A reprieve of keeping his magic along with the new abilities he gained from every rebirth he goes through Along with all monetary, weapons, and other objects gain through those lives he lives. Thank Merlin for small mercies that death has a heart for his only master.

Though Harry found it very ironic that he was in a world that certain people have an ability called dying will flames. Once activated the person will be targeted by any familia that would literally hound them or dragged into the mafia world. No matter what type of flame user they are? from what he's learned from this world that there is 7 different types of flames. Sky Flame, characteristic: Harmony, Storm Flame, characteristic: Disintegration, Rain Flame, characteristic: Tranquility, Sun Flame, characteristic: Activation, Lightning Flame, characteristic: Hardening, Mist Flame, characteristic: Construction, and Cloud Flame, characteristic: Propagation.
Just like all worlds, there is A hidden society that the normal people don't know about. But just like a normal society there are certain protections keeping the mafia world from the civilians and that is called The Vindice, in some translations, Vendicare, are the masked guards who protect the laws of the Mafia world. Those who defy their laws are said to be arrested without hesitation and are doomed to spend the rest of their lives in an inescapable prison known as the Vindice Prison, though their allies can negotiate their release. Being the founder and warden of the Vindice, Harry could tell you that his prison is just like Azkaban but ten times worst. After all, he wanted this Prison to be something that no one ever wanted to be in there again. Needless to say that his prison was declared hell on earth by the mafia. If anyone was stupid enough to break the number one rule that was said by the predecessors of the mafia world and the prison known as Vendicare is to not involve the mafia world with the Mundane world or the Cosa Nostra. now known as Omerta, if someone ever dared to break Omerta their instantly carted off to the prison never to be released again.

Throughout the year's Harry ruled Vendicare with an iron fist. Until he began training his apprentice Bermuda von Veckenschtein to take the mantle from him. Bermuda Is powerful enough to run the prison without his mentor watching over him. Though during the time as the warrant or the head guard of the prison. Harry went by the name the Reaper while teaching Bermuda how to run the prison. Since he didn't want any fame of being the Warden of Vendicare on his shoulders once he retired, not even his apprentice knew his real name so that's a bonus for him. But that was years ago, now He's been hearing that Bermuda is now cursed and people now call Bermuda the Arcobaleno Of Vindice, and Bermuda is the strongest Arcobaleno during his generation of Arcobaleno. Though Bermuda's adult form has long, thick forearms and thighs. Along the length of his arms is a line of holes that show his body powered by the Flames of Night. He has a rounded face with big limpid eyes and dark, short, shaggy hair. While he does remain bare-chested, he also has a short collar and keeps his top hat, even if all his bandages are removed.

Though Bermuda cursed form is like other Arcobaleno, Bermuda has the physical size of a baby. And as a Vindice, his skin is entirely covered in bandages to hide any rotting flesh. He wears a feathered top hat with a band of bandages, a black cloak with fur trim and a violet fur collar, and a white cravat. And of course, his Clear Pacifier. Though hearing that Harry laughed himself sick in hearing what happened to his former apprentice. But for now, Harry used his metamorphmagus abilities to change his body to look between the ages of 15 to 18. His appearance makes people say that he's a fallen Angel or sex on two legs. With fair-skinned and black hair that had a slight blue tint that reaches to his collar with his bangs falling into his face, deep emerald green eyes and his facial expressions are usually calm and tranquil, with a lean build.

Like everyone in this world Harry developed the dying will flames and to say the least that he is the most powerful Sky flame out there, the good thing that Harry's knows how to mask it since he doesn't want to get dragged into the mafia world too soon that how the story of Hisoka Kirishima the worlds strongest sky flames beginnings.

"Hisoka! Prepare the soup base. Let the customer enjoy his food," his grandpa asked kindly. He was a man with grey hair that matches with his beard, a shirt splattered with oil stains, and a face that always seem to be smiling and laughing. Two years ago, old man alm onji had 'saved' Hisoka from the streets and easily welcomed him into his family. old man alm onji let Hisoka have a guest room in his home until Hisoka was able to afford a rental not far from the shop. He also gave Hisoka a salary as his waiter and cook. More importantly, old man alm onji keeps asking Hisoka to call him Grandpa had given him some time to kill since he wasn't ready to step back into the mafia world just yet and probably hide from his beloved servant a bit more and that sick son of a bitch Kazutaka Muraki. Hisoka didn't know how that asshole managed to stun or capture him long enough for Muraki to torture and rape him.

Hisoka shivered when a wave of disgust and despair runs down his spine. when he was told via Reaper, that Muraki was technically immortal and was looking for him. Hisoka wondered, if Muraki ever knew that he was the master of death…. Nope, that can't be, right? Oh well, there nothing he could about it. Hisoka thought as he served a customer they ordered, that's when he heard "I usually get served soggy ramen in this country, but your ramen is something. And your waiter," Hisoka froze like a deer caught in the headlights when that man looked at him in the eyes for the first time, black eyes curiously inspecting him.

That's when Hisoka felt it an unknown but familiar ancient power. That he only felt, when he was the Reaper the head guard of the Vindice so long ago. Checker face or better-known, kawahira when made that offer to him for a job for the world Seven strongest. Sadly, for kawahira that he never took his offer. But why was he here of all places Hisoka thought? As kawahira smiled while closing his eyes? The sudden lift of pressure made Hisoka very dizzy that made him collapse, feeling breathless and lightheaded. It was a feeling of being magic drunk again.

Seeing what just happened alm onji grew concerned when he saw the young man who he sees as a grandson collapse. Hisoka was a strong young man who was dealt a bad hand in life and seen hardship that no one else has seen that alone felt. Of course, alm onji knew about that monster who forced himself on his sweet adopted grandson. when Hisoka finally was able to tell him, what happened to him when he was only 13 years old, alm onji was worried so he ran to Hisoka side. "HISOKA! What's the matter?" alm onji said while trying to help him stand up. When this was happening Harry's magic what's up consciously protecting its master from kawahira Whose eyes glazed over just slightly before he abruptly stood up and left, leaving Hisoka and alm onji gaping at the closing door.

"What a strange customer. Ah, he didn't pay!" alm onji said, panicked.

"No, he did pay," Hisoka said quietly, but looked at where the money was on the counter. Money? that had not been there before…and a ticket as well? Hisoka picked it up curiously, and began to read, a luxury cruise ticket? Hisoka pocketed the ticket before his grandpa noticed it. As he counted the money and put it in the till.

"When did he put it there?" alm onji wondered.

"I don't know," Hisoka mumbled. As he looked towards the door, where kawahira left from but was soon pulled out of his thoughts when he heard "Let's clean up, Hisoka" alm onji said.

"Okay," Hisoka said. As he looked towards the door one more time and thought what kind of game are you playing at, kawahira? Hisoka thought as he went back to his civilian life. Hoping it will last a bit longer, but knowing that his Potter luck will eventually strike once again. Hisoka was not expecting it hit so soon.

Time skip two weeks later

Hisoka should have been expecting this he should have been prepared since this happened before many times since he became the master of death. But the death of alm onji, so sudden was a blow to his heart. The gentle, kind, and sweet alm onji, who was a grandfather figure who took him in when no one else would, thinking that he was a no-good street urchin. But Grandpa alm onji was different.

Hisoka sighed as he walked down the deck of the cruise ship allowing his hand to slide on the railing as he walked. Looking towards the ocean on a starry night as the wind blew just slightly. Sighing once more. Hisoka looked at something that no one else can see but him. Hisoka stared in the direction where Vendicare was located. The prison that he built with his bare hands wondering if his former apprentice Bermuda von Veckenschtein can feel him through the bond they share together. Looking towards a certain star constellation that will always represent his godfather. Hisoka started to feel the longing feeling to see him once again, and the feeling of Hatred towards death for cursing him with immortality once more. Without thinking Hisoka started to sing a part of a song he heard so long ago.

(Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
Neath the cover of October skies) Once done singing Hisoka looked towards the stars once more as he started to head towards his room.

Meanwhile at Vendicare

In a darkened office in Vendicare, Bermuda von Veckenschtein froze when he felt the feeling of longing and hatred through the bond that he still has with his mentor, master, and the love of his life every one of the Vindice love Reaper and would follow his orders like a god. After all, It was Reapers flames that kept Bermuda, Jager, and Jack from dying that fateful day when Checker face stole their Flames from them. Along with the others when their time of being the Arcobaleno came to an end. Wondering what case those feeling in his mentor. But feeling Reaper once more case feeling wave of Pleasure run though all the vindice.

Back with Hisoka

Letting out a sigh Hisoka Looked at the time it was almost time for his Rave, and his clones will be ready to steal anything of high value when everyone is distracted. Only to stop for a second when he felt the memories of one of his many shadow clones reach him once it disperse itself. Hisoka will always be thankful towards Naruto for teaching him the shadow clone Jutsu. Hisoka frown at the information he gain, from the memories of his clone. No doubt that things are going to get interesting in the underworld very soon. Hisoka smirked as he made his way to his destination this was going to be fun.

The music was playing, lively beat that had the blood almost pumping in excitement.

There, on the DJ booth was None other then Hisoka Kirishima with his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard. Hisoka was dressed in his favorite black coat with white trim on the hood. In addition to his coat he has Gaster blaster designs from his favorite video game on his sleeves. His visor firmly down over his eyes.

"Let's give it up for the number one Disc Jockey in the world... Dreadwing!"

Hisoka spin on the chair, before amping up the music even more. The people below were all dancing and gyrating like crazy, as the energy level shot through the roof.

Well, the rave was a massive distraction, no one would suspect the DJ being a thief. Hisoka smirked as he felt all his shadow clones travel through the shadows and began their tasks before them. Stealing and gathering information on everyone on the ship, no doubt he will make the most infamous information broker and master thief proud about the massive amount of blackmail material and stolen items he gathered in one night.

When the Rave was over, Hisoka was walking down the hall sorting through the memories of his clones which disperse one at a time so he doesn't suffer from the fluctuation of the memories. Walking towards the bar and ordering a Dark 'n Stormy, one of his favorite drinks with the money that one of his clones stole from the Bochi Familia one of the weakest and smallest Familia in the underworld. If his information was correct as he took a sip of his drink while looking around taking note of every person in the bar. As he could pick out a few faces in the crowd. There was the world's strongest hitman Renato Sinclair, Miser Viper, and the two guard dogs of COMSUBIN colonello and lal mirch. Finishing his drink Hisoka left the bar tonight was a good night but Hisoka had a feeling that his Potter luck is going to kick start something soon very soon.

Speak of the devil and it well appear, Hisoka cursed his Potter luck when the Bochi Familia round the corner and they ran into each other. Hisoka wonder how he got himself into these mess.

"Thief!" Hisoka could hear the yells from The Bochi Familia as he ran down the hall. While this was happening people could hear "To steal from Bochi family - do you want to die?!"

Fon had just finished his green tea and was idly walking across as a figure ran into him suddenly, Fon grabbed at the person's hand to stop them. With that first contact of skin, sky flames surged forward to his normally calm storm flames and forged a bond – a bond that Fon had searched and longed for his whole life and couldn't seem to find since he couldn't find a sky that he could work with. Acceptance, recognition, belief…Harmonization. All these feelings surged forward with an enormous dose of sky flame and Fon became flame drunk at the sudden influx. His Sky shook off his hands when Fon fell on his knees, obviously panicking.

"Ah, I'm sorry but I have to go!" Fon' could hear his sky shouted, as he ran away from him. Members of the Bochi family soon passed as they continued to give chase. Even though Fon tried to go after his sky – he needed to protect him, he couldn't let the Bochi catch him, he just couldn't, his limbs weren't listening and his vision started to blur. It's the first time Fon had ever felt this drunk.

It was also the worst possible timing.

Hisoka smirked as he turned the corner and wait for those morons and quickly cast a wandless and wordless Conjunctivitis Curse on them along with a Casting the silencing charm around the area they were in, didn't want anyone to ruin his fun just yet.

Seeing the group of mafioso that was chasing him screaming that they can't see. Hisoka let his dark Sadistic nature come out to play. " you know you guys shouldn't have followed me. we're in a secluded area right now. No one can hear you let alone see you, and now I get to play. Crucio!" Hisoka said with a dark chuckle as he watched with Sadistic Glee as the men scream and writhe in pain. canceling the curse after 45 seconds. Hisoka knocked out his opponents and left them there as he headed back towards his room. Only to stop when a shiver of disgust ran down his back, Quickly looking around his surroundings hoping that Kazutaka Muraki, wasn't it nearby. Letting out a sigh of relief Hisoka continued walking towards his room.

Meanwhile at Unknown location

In the middle of nowhere a dark portal opens. Tearing through the seams of reality. a man who is tall and slender with an angelic appearance but that characteristics serve to contrast with his brutal nature. Stepped out of the portal with a satisfied smirk on his lips. Staring into the distance and said "how long will you be able to hide for me little one, no matter where you go. I'll always be able to find you. when I do we'll be able to finish what we started all those years ago."