AN:This chapter was rewritten! It's a combination of a few chapters for a longer read and I tried to make some more sense of things. Just for fun, you can also check out the original Well Isn't this Interesting? I kept up just for references. I will try my best to have longer and hopefully more frequent chapters cause I'm taking a break from school. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think!

PS:Heads up! In order to prevent people from misunderstanding, I intended this crossover to become a true crossover a little bit later on in the story. As of now, it's just a Naruto OC trapped in the HP universe. And NO, she does not replace anybody in either world. Circumstances will be explained... later.

PSS:Oh yea, and I don't own any of the original characters, buildings, ect., ect., ect., blah, blah, blah.

Now onto the summary that I'm finally satisfied with!

SUMMARY

So, remember when Iruka-sensei told us to be careful when attempting a new jutsu cause it can possible kill us? Yea….about that. I guess he forgot to mention that you can possibly get thrown into another world where one word can kill you and immediately push forward your appointment with a god. Oh yea, the so called 'benevolent' god decides to overlook the fact you're not from there and sends you on this mission in the past just so you can go back home a day from when you arrived. Confusing? How about this?

Messed up jutsu = lands in another world = meet god with an unpaid mission request = time travel fifty years back into the past = stay alive until you're ready to go back home

Uh huh… Yea, that's how I felt.

Oh yea! Don't forget about throwing in several ghosts, a dude that's supposed to be dead, your grandpa in kid form, and yea that's about it!

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Oh! And NOW he tells me that I have to do this in another body! Hell, I may just have broken the world record for the oldest living ninja!

CHAPTER ONE: WHERE AM I?

"Alrighty." I smiled as I formed the seals for the summoning jutsu. Ahhh, Hiruzen-ojii-sama would kill me if he found out that I was trying to get myself a summoning. I don't see why I couldn't get one. I mean, even Naruto-onii-sama had one and everyone knows he sucks at chakra control. On top of that, Kakashi-sempai had one. Heck, even Kakashi-sempai's weird friend had one. "Let's just hope it works."

I channel my chakra into my hands and place them on the ground. I saw the seal array spiral out of my hands. Well, at least something seems right.

"Kuchiyose no Jutsu!" I muttered.

"SAIYUKI!"

I heard a shout and saw Ojii-sama running toward me. The next thing I knew, my vision was filled with smoke. Channeling more chakra into my hands, I couldn't help but feel smug. Ha! In your face Ojii-sama! Look, I can perform the jutsu! My victory was cut short when I felt the worse sensation ever. My breath fell short as the air from my lungs was squeezed out of me. I felt like I was being squeezed from all sides through a tube. I thought a SUMMONING JUTSU would at least SUMMON something to you, NOT the other way around. And where am I going anyways?

There was a loud pop and I landed on the cold stone floor. The smell of rotting carcass hit me. This wasn't good.

My survival instincts kicked in and I forced my eyes open and saw nothing. OK, that's strange. Seconds later, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and I found myself in a jail cell. Fuck! Well that explains the smell, doesn't it? I peeled my hands off the grimy floor and stood up. Wiping my hands on my pants, I took in my surroundings. It was a standard cell. Small, four walls, and a dead prisoner. That, in itself, was a dead giveaway that no one was going to bother to check on them. I headed toward the door. It was wooden with bars on the window. A standard door. I placed my right hand on the door. It was cold and damp. Alright, so it was really just a standard door. There wasn't chakra running through it indicating it was tampered in any way.

I looked over at the dead prisoner and without a second thought; he turned into ashes under the blaze of a grand fireball. Well, that took care of the smell, even though it was replaced with the smell of ash. I said a quick prayer under my breath and turned back to the door. Outside was dark. Was it evening? There weren't any stars out and the air was cold and humid. I could hear the roar of water crashing from the cell. Must be near the ocean.

I walked back to the spot where the prisoner once reside and faced the door. Another grand fireball later, the door was now a pile of ashes being scattered in the wind and a few clumps of metal. I step outside the cell and immediately, cold claimed me. A chill when down my spine when I realized the sky was covered in dark clouds and the cell I had landed myself in was in the center of the building. From where I was, I could see two other walls forming a triangle with doors to other cells. They way the prison was built, there was a large triangular shaft going down what happened to be hundreds of stories, all the way to the ground floor.

Although I knew well enough I wasn't physically cold, there was something else that sent a chill down my spine. It was something I was familiar with. It was something every shinobi was familiar with. The fear of the unknown holds me in place. The sound of glass cracking approaches as the stone floor iced over. Ice began to appear on my clothes before I forced myself to focus on escaping. The once quiet prison was filled with screams from the lower floors and mutterings from the floor I was on. There were also some shouts from the nearby cells demanding that I free them as well. No thank you!

Ignoring the noise, I turned to walk down the hall when out of the corner of my eyes; I saw a darker shadow move. I turned back toward where the shadow came from. I knew I was nowhere near Konoha and there weren't any rouge Nara clan members registered in the Bingo book. The dark shadow moved again as the wind from the ocean came in through the shaft. From that shadow, that THING emerged. It looked like someone had thrown a large piece of cloth over themselves. The ends were shredded and as it came closer, it looked like there was no lower body. There was a hole on the cloth where the mouth was and it inhaled loudly.

It floated closer, as if a jelly fish, moving from one side of the hall to the next, until it was nearly upon me. The screams that were coming from the cells were now coming from the nearby cells. The inmates were screaming and crying as if this THING'S presence was torturing them. The torturous screams brought me out of my frozen state and I began running. The chill seeped into my bones as that THING came after me. The screams from below got louder as a large mass approached from the center of the shaft. The mass spread out into individual creatures just like that THING and began coming after me.

I don't know when it began but an alarm was blaring in my ears. The sound of the alarms along with the screams was deafening, and I ran.

"You are nothing! Nobody wants you."

I jerked to the right and twist around. No, he couldn't be here. He was dead! The sea of black creatures, THINGS, followed me.

"Stupid girl! Can't you do anything right?"

I winched instinctively, expecting a blow to the head. It never came and the THINGS got closer.

The memories of him filled my vision, and that THING, the embodiment of fear, held me in its embrace. The cold, skeletal hands gripped my arms. The gaping hole where the mouth was came closer and it inhaled.

"Why did I even agree to take you in? You worthless piece of shit!"

I closed my eyes and turned my head. No, he died. He died, drowned in his own vomit.

"I thought you were better than them…"

I felt myself go numb. Hiruzen-ojii-sama. No, I never meant to do that. I didn't mean to, I didn't know.

"I was well aware of the mission, Saiyuki. After all, I assigned you the mission. There were other ways to go about the mission. You did not have to turn it into a massacre, a genocide..."

No, ojii-sama, you don't understand. They were going to kill him; they were going to kill Seno.

"I'm disappointed in you. I was so sure you were going to become great. I thought you, at least, would understand the importance of this mission. Seno would've gladly died for its success. For the village, for the future, that's what it means to be a shinobi of Konohagakure."

Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I heard footsteps. The next thing I knew, my vision was surrounded by white light and I wasn't so cold anymore.

~o0o~

Name:?

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 9-11 yrs

Height: 130 - 140 cm

Birthday: ?

Blood Status: ?

Blood Type: ?

Hair Color: Dark Brown/Black

Eye Color: Blue/Blue-green

Skin Color: Light, olive tone

Wand: N/A

Charges: Trespassing the Property of the Ministry of Magic, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Unauthorized Presence in Wizard Prison Azkaban

Description of Incident: On the night of May 12, 1992 at 9:56pm, the alarm rang throughout the Department of MLE for a possible escapee of the Wizard Prison Azkaban. Answering the call, Auror John Dawlish along with a group of Aurors on hand was immediately dispatched to Azkaban. Upon arrival at 10:38pm, they were not greeted with dementors as stated in protocol. Arriving at level 87 of High Security Prisoners, a cell was found empty and the door was burnt to ash. Following the wails of inmates, Auror Dawlish and his team arrived at the scene where a dementor was about to perform an unauthorized Dementor's Kiss on suspect. Suspect was taken into custody and brought back to the Ministry of Magic at 11:23pm. Upon arrival, suspect was given chocolate for recovery.

Kingsley Shacklebolt read over the report and took a look at the picture included in the report. The picture of the girl was not a good one. She had a blanket wrapped around her and her hair wet. Her eyes had bags and were red and puffy. In her hands was a cup, most likely hot chocolate. One look at the picture, he could see she wasn't quite herself.

Then he looked up from the report and toward the room where the girl was in. He walked over to the glass window and looked in. It was early in the morning but the girl was still awake. She hadn't slept. In fact, she was in the same position as the picture. Her shoulders were hunched and her medium length hair was tied back. Sensing him watching her, she turned to him. Her eyes were no longer puffy but bloodshot. Although he intended to talk to her when she woke, he might as well talk to her now. Waiting was just pointless now.

He opened the door and walked into the room. Usually, he didn't have to deal with children, not that he dislikes them or anything. Shacklebolt was an Auror. He has dealt with dark wizards and witches but apparently, the girl in front of him falls into his jurisdiction. She had managed to get into Azkaban with the Anti-Apparation jinx intact. On top of that, the prison was unplottable.

"Hello." he said softly as he closed the door behind him. In her hands, her steaming mug of hot chocolate was still full. She didn't seem to have eaten anything. Her eyes looked over him before once again, focused on the floor.

He pulled up a chair in front of her and sat down. Once again, he glanced at the report and flipped through it absently. On the second page, it had documented what she was wearing and items on her person. None of the items on the list were out of the ordinary except for several small rolls of parchment and a weird metal headband.

"How are you feeling?" he asked. "Tired? Hungry?"

She didn't reply, she didn't move.

"Well, my name's Kingsley Shacklebolt. What's yours?"

The girl looked up at him, vaguely aware that he was talking to her. Her eyes were empty, resigned to a fate he did not know about.

"Would you like to tell me how you ended up in Azkaban?"

Silence.

"Is something wrong?" he asked. "Is there something you would like to tell me?"

A small sound came out of her. His ears strained to hear it.

"Sorry, can you repeat that?"

"Koko wa… doko?"

Her voice sound dead. Shacklebolt instantly became alarm. Did Dawlish get there too late? Was she even taken to St. Mungo's to be checked over?

He turned as soon as he heard the door opened. In stepped Cornelius Fudge, the man who holds the world record for causing the most headaches to the people around him. Sporting his usual green robes and his bowler hat, he stepped into the room careful to ensure his robes were not wrinkles. For the pass year, he had been trying to imitate the grace Lucius Malfoy has had for years.

"Ah, Shacklebolt," his boss greeted. "How goes the interrogation?"

Shacklebolt glanced pass the green bowler hat and into the eyes of Fudge's right hand man, Lucius Malfoy, who had followed the minister into the small room. This won't go well.

"I believe you have confession already?" continued Fudge, oblivious to the Malfoy glaring over his shoulders.

"I'm afraid not, Minister." replied Shacklebolt. He opted to ignore the blonde for now. "You see, I have just begun the session."

"Minister," came a smooth voice of his advisor. The blonde in the room shot a glanced at the girl. "It's unwise to speak of confidential subjects in front of a criminal."

"As a matter of facts, Minister." said Shacklebolt quickly. As much as he dislikes the man for allowing Malfoy to play him like a fiddle, he can't allow him to hold all the cards. "The subject in question has no understanding of the English language. It is unclear as to wither it is because of the shock from the dementors or because she simply don't speak."

"Auror Shacklebolt, you honestly can't expect us to believe that. The girl was found is Azkaban, the world's most renowned prison. How are you so sure she's not feigning ignorance?"

"Now, now, Lucius." said Fudge stepping in between the two. "Let's not jump into any conclusions, shall we?" He approached the small girl who seemed to be completely oblivious to the conversation. Catching her attention, he smiled. "Hello."

She looked up at him with dull eyes.

"Koko wa doko?" she asked again. This time, her voice was clearer, but still dead. It did crack like the first time she spoke.

Shacklebolt couldn't help but feel smug with satisfaction as Fudge's face fell.

"Shacklebolt." he said, nearly hissing at the Auror. "What language is this?"

"I am not familiar with the language, Minister. In fact, I don't believe I recognize the language as any European language. I was about to request Mr. Chang from the Department of International Magical Cooperation for back up and, hopefully, a translation. Would you like me to request assistance, sir?"

"Yes, send for Mr. Chang immediately."

~o0o~

(AN: everything spoken will be in Japanese)

I watched them. The man with long blonde hair, tied near the nape of his neck with a ribbon was watching me. His eyes were of an icy grey and were full of suspicion followed closely by interest. He was dressed very nicely. The clothes he wore were made better than the ones I've seen Ojii-sama or even the Daimyo's robes. What bothered me was the way he regarded the plump short man with the hat. The tone he spoke with was respectful but was carefully laced with sarcasm. It was hardly noticeable but it made the small man seem inferior.

I sat there observing them when I felt it again. Chakra, that's what it was. It was strong and steady, pulsing once every five minute or so. Where was it coming from?

I decided to ignore the pulsing for now when the door opened and the small room became crowded. The dark man with kind eyes walked in. Behind him entered another man. He was different than the other men in the room. He was shorter for one and he had slightly smaller eyes. His hair was short but was tied to keep it out of his face. He walked up to the short man and greeted everyone in the room. Then he turned to me and smiled. The others all turned to watch us.

"'allo." he smiled.

I glanced up at him and smiled slightly before turning my attention back to my hands. There was a pause, before the man decided to try again to speak to me.

"Ohiyo." he said again. Now he's speaking my language.

I glanced up again and gave him a short nod. "Ohiyo."

"Ano, how you feeling?" he asked this time, sitting down in a chair that was placed conveniently in front of me.

"Where am I?" I asked slowly deciphering his uncommon speech. A new type of slang, perhaps?

"You in Ministry of Magic, London." he replied.

London. Where was London? The world sounds foreign my mind.

"London."

The word, the name, it slipped from my tongue as if I knew the word, and what it was.

"Yes, London." The man paused for a few seconds, seemingly to collect his thoughts. The small amount of nervousness disappeared when he steeled himself. Questions? Most likely. "My name is Michael Chang, from the Department of International Magical Cooperation. I am here to act as translator for some people who wish to know of your appearance in Azkaban."

"Azka-ban?"

"That's the wizard prison the Aurors found you in."

"Wizard prison."

Another world. That's where I am. I somehow landed myself in another world. If it weren't for the fact I felt chakra all around me, I would've been overwhelmed. I was alone. I didn't know anybody and I doubt anybody here were like me in any way. Their interrogation method is surely lacking. And what is a wizard? Is that a magician? How about Aurors?

"What's your name?" he asked. He wasn't so steeled anymore. I nearly smirked. It was easy to unnerve and drop the guard of inexperienced people around you and gain their sympathies when you repeat words that were vital to the question.

"Name?" That's a good question. What's a good alias? "They call me Yue."

(pronounced as yu)

Chang relayed the information back to the three men who were watching. They spoke for a bit before he turned back to me.

"How old are you, Yue?"

Getting familiar with me already, aren't you?

"In the pass three moons, I am 44 season." I said cryptically. Simple puzzle. I haven't lied so far.

The man blinked at me owlishly before relaying the information. The man with the hat stared at him incredulously. Was he stupid? The blonde man sneered and spoke. He was sharp. 44 seasons, that's 11 years. 3 moons, that's three months. The dark skinned man from earlier spoke and Chang nodded.

"How did you end up in Azkaban?" he asked. His steeled façade had long disappeared. "You almost got Kissed by a dementor you know. Who knows what might've happened if they hadn't found you in time."

Those THINGS! That's what they're called. Dementors. I've never heard of a creature that can invade your mind like that.

~o0o~

Kingsley watched the interaction between the girl, Yue, and Mr. Chang. Her answers had all been short. Now, Chang was directed to ask her about Azkaban. How did she land herself there? He listened and watched her expression as Mr. Chang asked the question. He thought he heard the word 'dementor' and watched as she paled. Her mouth opened and closed. Slowly, foreign words tumbled from her small mouth. She spoke for about a minute before Mr. Chang turned to translate.

"She doesn't know how she appeared in Azkaban."

"What do you mean by that, Mr. Chang?" came the voice of one, Lucius Malfoy. "Do you honestly believe a normal girl is capable of apparating into the most secured wizard prison when adults aren't capable of such a feat?"

"Mr. Chang." said Kingsley cutting in quickly before Malfoy do more damage. "Just ask her what happened before she appeared and after."

Chang glanced at the only blonde in the room before asking the girl.

"She says she was with her family, outside when she was suddenly transported to the prison. She said it felt something similar to an apparition or a portkey from what she was telling me."

"Could you please repeat what she said?" asked Kingsley.

The Asian nodded. "She described it as being forced into a tube and having the air squeezed out of her."

"That certainly sounds like apparating." commented Fudge. "It's a common use of accidental magic."

"It still doesn't explain how she managed to bypass the wards, if that is what I'm understanding." said Chang.

"That's the joy of accidental magic." laughed Fudge. "My mother once told me it was because of the active imagination of a child they can perform magic without a wand. The wards are keyed to prevent the use of controlled magic out of Azkaban. Apparation is included but accidental magic isn't controlled by the user, no wonder the wards didn't expel her. Besides, the alarms went off, no harm done!"

At times like this, Lucius wonders why he even bothers with the man they called Minister. Oh, that's right, because he's manipulatable, so much like putty.

"Well, that settles it!" exclaimed Fudge. "Kingsley, be on the lookout for any missing persons report from the muggle world that matches her description. Meanwhile, I'll see to it for somebody to look after her. She is part of the magical community, you know."

With that, Cornelius Fudge walked out of the small room and headed straight to his office. He can't believe he had to cancel his mid-morning tea with some very influential people for a case of accidental magic! The nerve of some people who can't seem to do their own job without him present.

The elevator opened and he spied a mop of red hair. Arthur Weasley was reading the Prophet. Perfect!

"Good morning, Arthur!" greeted Fudge.

"Morning Minister." he greeted back. He stepped out of the elevator.

"I know it's quite early in the morning but I was wondering if you can do a small favor for me?" asked Fudge.

"Sure, Minister. How can I help?"

Arthur folded his paper and tucked it under his arm. Fudge smiled.

"You see, Arthur, there was a small incident involving a child last night and accidental magic. Apparently, the child appeared at the Ministry and Auror Shacklebolt is currently looking into her parents. At the moment, the child just needs a place to stay until we can locate her parents."

"Well, I don't see a problem with it." said Arthur. "Where are they?"

Fudge smiled. That was easy. "Follow me."

Retracing his steps back to the small room with the girl in it, he lead Arthur Weasley toward his assignment. He smiled at Kingsley as he opened the door.

"Good, Kingsley, you're still here. You don't mind briefing Arthur about Yue, do you? No? Good!"

For the second time that morning, Kingsley had to control his features to prevent himself from gaping at his boss like a fish. The door closed before he forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

"Arthur." greeted Kingsley, nodding at the man. "I see you've been graced by the Minister with this assignment."

"Ah, yes, yes he did."

The auror nodded. "This is Yue. From what we found out, she's eleven years. She apparated onto Ministry property roughly 10 o'clock last night. She doesn't speak English but with help from Michael Chang from the Dept. of International Magical Cooperation, we found out she speaks Japanese. We're not sure if she's originated from Japan or just speaks the language. Anyways, she needs a place to stay until we can locate her parents or guardian. Hopefully, we can reunite them soon."

"I'm pretty sure her parents are worried about her. Molly will be thrilled to have her stay."

"Well that settles it," said Kingsley before heading over to Yue. "Yue, this is your guardian for the time being." he said in a clear and slightly louder voice. "You're going to be living with him until we can locate your parents."

The girl gave no indication she even understood what he said but stood up and bowed slightly at the ginger haired man.

"Ohiyo gozaimasu." she muttered.

"You wouldn't happen to have one of those English-Japanese diction airies, do you?" whispered Arthur.

"Oh, right. You'll have one by tomorrow. I supposed a translation spell, as faulty as it is, is better than nothing."

With that, Kingsley slipped out of the room leaving Arthur with Yue.

«o0o»

I watched the man with the red hair speak to the dark skinned man. Then, the dark skinned man, I think his name is Shakobo or something like that, left. The man who came in with the man with the hat stayed and stared at me. From what I gathered, his name was Ardur. He said something to me before deciding to write something down. The paper he used was thick and looked heavy. It wasn't fragile like the rice paper Konoha used. I was shown a piece of paper.

'Stay here.' I read. 'I pick up after work.'

Uh huh…..

The man smiled and left. Maybe everybody else would leave.

«o0o»

Meditating can only take one so far. From what I can gather, it's been nearly 18 hours since I've arrived to this place. I've been meditating for the past 6 hours and it's been 28 hours since I've been to sleep. Since I've arrived here, I've seen 14 citizens of this dimension and only one of them can understand me and vice versa. All of them underestimated me and treated me as if I am a civilian. Then there were those creatures. These people called them dementors. From what Chang told me, they were horrid creatures who feel on emotions and bring forth your worst fears. That explains his voice.

I opened my eyes and looked around the small room I was left in. At least by now, I can guess the location of the pulse. The door was in front of me. Locked, I suspected. The cup of brown, sickly sweet smelling liquid was still on the table where I left it. I wasn't about to consume that any time soon.

I stood up from the lotus position and glanced out the large glass window into the office it looked into. Nobody was there. There were a few objects floating around in the air made of paper. From what I sense, they were suspended by chakra. What was directing the chakra, I didn't know.

I place my hand on the door handle and twist it slightly. Huh, that was surprising. I felt no resistance and the door opened soundlessly.

I step outside the room and looked around. There were rows and rows of empty desks, like how it was when I arrived. One every desk was a feather in a jar with what seems like ink? There was also a whole bunch of paper scattered around each of the desks in small letters. Some letters I recognize because they were on mission scrolls and some commercials. Others, I didn't recognize them. They were written in neat little rows going from right to left. Too bad I can't read them. It would be good to get some more information on this place. I step quietly pass the rows of desks and headed toward the hallway where the moving box was.

The hallways were empty and quiet except for the sound of pencil scratching on paper. I approached the doors to the moving box. Why didn't these people put stairs in this building? I have no problem with stairs. This moving box might kill me if I kick it. I took another look at the hallway and went to stand in front of the doors to the moving box. I remember one of the men pushed one of these two buttons to summon the moving box. It didn't help the fact that the man was wearing long sleeves when he pushed the button and I couldn't get a good look at which one.

Another pulse of chakra came from below. This time, it was stronger and made my teeth rattle. Was it just me or did the pulse seem to appear more frequent?

The door to the moving box opened and nobody was in it. That's a relief. I stepped in when another wave of chakra washed over me. I chill went down my spine as the moving box chimed and the door closed behind me.

That's strange. When did I press that button?

Once the door closed, the box moved and I watched the numbers light up. Soon, the number 9 lit up and the box chimed again. The door slid open and I step out of the box into a glossy hallway. There was only a single door at the end of it.

The door at the end of the hallway opened as silently as my footsteps, leading me into a circular room. The floor looked like water. A genjutsu, perhaps. Wasteful though. The door closed behind me and there were eleven more doors with no handles. Suddenly, the room began spinning. The thing that was odd was that I wasn't moving at all. The room stopped spinning and I step forward toward the door in front of me. Let's see what's behind you, door number 1.

The door opened and I stepped inside a dark room. It was spacious and empty with the exception of a stone arch in the middle of it. I heard whispers coming from beyond the arch. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I recognize some of those voices. The voices of people who were no longer here. It didn't feel like a genjutsu at all. In fact, the place feels like it was alive yet not alive. Almost dead like, but alive. On one side of the arch, you can see right through it. On the other side, looking through the side that was facing the wall, you can almost see figures in wisps of smoke. The smoke would sometimes take form, while other times, it disappears and fade into nothingness. It was interesting to watch but I didn't have time to stand and stare.

As much as I wanted to stay, I was running out of time. I needed to find out where that pulse was coming from. I was about to head out of the room when I heard another person step into the room. It wasn't possible. The room had only one door. I was facing it. Nobody was in here when I came in, I checked. The sound of the next step located that person's position, behind me.

The air was suffocating. It wasn't like that before.

I whirl around and came face to face with a figure made of smoke. He step out of the arch, and looked around as if he had no idea where he was. He was wearing a cloak, longer than the Anbu cloaks I've seen them wear from time to time. The cloak also have sleeves which is strange for a cloak. The hood of the cloak covered the top half of his face. A few seconds later, he sudden realize that he was not the only one in the room. I was there and I became the center of his attention. Great! Just great. He took a few steps toward me and stopped right in front of me.

"What are you doing here, Saiyuki?" he asked. So it was a male. Wait, why can I understand him?

"Who are you? How do you know my name?" I asked. That was the only thing I could do. Every pore from my body was screaming DANGER and this man was giving off some intense amount of chakra, even if it was unconsciously.

"Saiyuki, you know very well who I am." he retorted with an indignant huff. Then his voice changed. "You shouldn't be here."

"You haven't answer my question." I said falling into the standard interrogation procedure. I folded my hands behind my back and began scrutinizing the man in front of me as I slowly circle him. "Who are you? How do you know of me?"

The only part of his visible face smiled at me.

"You haven't changed, Saiyuki, since the first time I've met you, except this time, the positions have reversed."

"Really? That's strange." I said stopping directly in front of him. I smiled a smile overly too sweet. "I have no recollection of ever facing someone such as you. Maybe you can enlighten me."

His mouth parted slightly before closing.

"You were…" he started. The he stopped himself. He turned away from me and the hood hid the remainder of his face from me. "No, that isn't important. What's important is you shouldn't be here. You have to leave."

"What do you mean?"

I slapped myself mentally. I can't believe I just reversed our positions. Now he controls the flow of the conversation.

"You're not safe here. Leaving is the only option."

"And how do you suggest I do that?" I asked. "I'm kind of stuck here! Trust me, I've tried the summoning jutsu and the only thing I summoned was smoke!"

"You left last time. You should be able to do it again."

"What did I do last time?"

"I don't know. You just left. You didn't die, I know that much. I would've been the first to know if you died."

That didn't make any sense. If I 'left' the first time and he would've known if I died or not, wouldn't he have to be there to see it? Whatever I did.

"How would you know that?" I asked. "There's no jutsu I've heard of that can track life."

"My kind had always been able to do that."

My kind? Bloodline maybe?

"You must leave." he said glancing nervously toward the door. "You must go back. As soon as possible, before you find yourself unable to."

What?

"What is that supposed to mean?"

'…before you find yourself unable to…'

"Is something preventing me from leaving? What is it?"

He turn and began to walk back toward the archway.

"Not now, there isn't much time. I'll help you. At the least, Master will help you. I promise that, but not now. Soon, I promise, Saiyuki."

"Who's the Master?"

He just smiled at me and faded away in front of the arch.

I turned and hurried back through the door, back into that circular room. I was going to grab the first door I saw but the room begin to spin again. Well damn. The room stopped and I grabbed the first door I saw. One thing for certain, it didn't feel like the door to the room from before. I step inside and found a room that was lit with stars. Well, I know they weren't stars but they look like it. The lights twinkle like stars. What was strange was that there were clocks of every kind in this room. Why do these people need clocks? I'm sure they can tell time by looking at the sun if they actually tried. It's not hard. Telling time with stars isn't very hard either.

This clearly wasn't the exit I was looking for. I was about to leave when I found something that caught my eyes. There was this thing in a clear glass jar. I have no idea what it was. Never even seen anything like it back home. That thing seems to age and then turn back to a baby before aging again. Strange jutsu. If this jutsu can be applied to humans, it would be scary to even image the damage that would happen. A jutsu like that would annihilate one of the Elemental Countries without trying. It would be like fighting the undead. You can't kill someone that is already dead or have died several times over. Continued watching the thing grow old and young again and again. This jar continued on the cycle.

«o0o»

And today, the cycle continues. Getting up promptly at 4pm, shower; wash up, breakfast (or was it a late lunch?), and heading to the central fireplace of the house before work. Aaron McCarthy sighed as he grabbed a fist full of Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace. He scrunches his face slightly as the green powder fell out of the fireplace. Eh, that was going to stain the carpet. The house elf can take care of it. He waited until the fireplace was roaring with green flames before stepping inside of it.

"Ministry of Magic, London." he said clearly.

Seconds later, he step out of another fireplace and headed toward the elevators pass the semi-empty lobby. There were a few people who were leaving early but they actually have a reason to be there. Unlike him, he was one of those 'Unspeakables' that was researching taboo subjects. Why did he apply to this field? All he did day in and day out was researching a subject that the world refuse to open up to him. Over the past ten years he had been in the Department of Mysteries, there has been no progress made in any of the departments. Just what in the world are they doing wasting their talents away in a field that is taboo to even god himself? Even if they were magical, they weren't gods. Why are people so obsessed with the power taboos have? He would never understand that. He was perfectly content with the way he was living except for the fact that he was wasting his talents away. Heck, he could've been creating the next big thing! A new spell, maybe? Or even a new potion.

McCarthy stepped into the elevator and made sure no one was in there before his hand trailed down the row of buttons on the side of the elevator. With a small click of the button he was on his way to the Department of Mysteries, a floor down from the lobby. As always, it was routine for him to arrive early to avoid the eyes of others and forced the ride the elevator several times before he got to his destination. The door slid open revealing the hallway to his office. He walked down the hallway and through the door.

He stood in the circular room and waited for the room to spin in its usual course.

"Time Chamber." Aaron said waiting for the correct door to open. Why didn't he try for the position of Auror? They had normal sleeping hours. At least then, his life would probably be more eventful. Aside from the invention of time-turners, that was the only progress his office had made.

He walked into his office. The dancing lights don't even amuse him anymore. He was just about to settle in when he realized he wasn't alone. There was a girl there in the Time Chamber a little ways off from his office. Sure he had asked for something more interesting but he wasn't willing to stake his head for it.

"What are you doing here?" he asked pulling out his wand. The girl turned around and smiled.

AN: Reviews and constructive criticism are welcomed! Thanks for reading!