Myrtle Visits Yokosuka
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Harry Leferts
The two predators stalked through their territory, silent, deadly. Both of them working together to bring down the same prey. Every so often they paused when their target perked up, but then went back to stalking closer and closer. The whole time, the prey was focused on something else. Along with it was a small herd of such beings, easy pickings for the predators on the hunt. Slowly, they got closer and closer until they were close enough.
And then they struck.
"BANZAI!"
"PO!"
Eyes widening, Aeroprin only had time to let out a squeak of surprise before both Harry and Hoppou were on top of her. Falling back, the Abyssal stared up at the two and noticed the looks in their eyes as her Destroyers looked on in surprise and some fear. "Mommy? Uncle Harry?"
Whimpers then escaped her as Hoppou's and Harry's grins widened. There was a mock sad look on Harry's face as he looked down on her. "Sorry, Blackie Smokie, but the Tickle Monsters have awoken..."
Nodding, Hoppou continued with a twinkle in her eye. "And they must be fed!"
Her eyes widening, Aeroprin tried to throw them off, but they were already moving. "Nooooooo! Hahahahaaha! Uncle Ha-ha-rry! Nuuuuuu!"
Clutching onto each other, the Abyssal Destroyers swallowed nervously. "S-scary..." Then a grinning Harry's head whipped around and focused on them. "Eep! RUN!"
Only bounding off of Aeroprin and leaving the attack to Hoppou, Harry began to chase his nieces around the apartment with his fingers wiggling. "Imma gonna tickle you! All of you!"
Squealing, the Destroyers tried to keep out of his reach as they shouted. "Nuuuuuuu!"
Far out to sea, Wokyuu paused from feeding her birds as a shiver went down her keel. "Wokyuu?" Blinking for several moments, she closed her eyes before clapping her hands together. "Wo wo wokyu." Chirps made her open her eyes and she smiled at the sight of her birdies, all of whom had returned with their children making nests as well. And there were more birdies as well including a heron that glowed at night! Brightly smiling, Wokyuu went back to filling the various bird feeders around her island. "Wokyuu!"
Back in the apartment, the owl box opened and Hedwig pushed a box forward into the room before cocking her head to the side. "Prek?" Bobbing her head, she tore the string and backed up some as Myrtle flew up from inside the box. "Prek."
Just floating around, Myrtle looked around in interest. "So this is where Harry lives then?" Hedwig just looked up at her and barked which made the ghost nod. "I see." It was then that her eyes caught something and she gave the box she arrived in a look. "... Did the Headmaster really need to put stamps on it?"
Looking up at her, Hedwig spread her wings in the owl version of a shrug. "Prek."
Softly giggling, Myrtle gave a nod. "Well, yes, I suppose so." Her own head tilting to the side, she leaned in and examined Hedwig more closely. "Sometimes I do swear that you are far too smart to be an ordinary owl." The owl only gave the ghost an even gaze back. "I wonder if there is any owl yokai..."
With a slow blink, Hedwig just clacked her beak before looking at the door. The ghost also did in time to see one of the Abyssal Destroyers burst in and fall to the ground, Harry on her back madly cackling. "TOO SLOW!"
Then his hands came down and began to ruthlessly tickle her as the older looking girl squealed and laughed. "Noooo! Uncle H-hahahaha-Harry! S-stop-p-ppftttt! Eeeee!"
Cackling, Harry shook his head as his fingers danced wherever they could. "Nope! Special Harry Strike! No Mercy Tickle!"
Another squeal came from the Abyssal while, unnoticed by either of the two, Myrtle crossed her arms with an amused look on her face. 'He really does make for a good big brother... and uncle as well, I suppose.' Sighing softly, she shook her head. 'You would have liked to meet him, Andrew. And you would have loved him as a great nephew.'
Finally, the Abyssal, who Myrtle recognized as Nighty Moon, groaned as her head clunked onto the floor. "Heavy tickle damage... Sunk."
Only grinning, Harry looked down at her with a laugh before blinking as he noticed the ghost floating there. "Aunt Myrtle!" Getting off the groaning Destroyer, he walked over and gave the ghost a hug much to her surprise. "You're actually here!"
Giggling, Myrtle threw her arms around him. "I am, just as I promised." While she was still confused at how such a thing was possible, though that nine tail fox named Hoshi had given her some clues, Myrtle did not care. Right now, all she really cared about was how the boy she now thought of as a younger brother/nephew's warm arms were around her. After going decades without any such things, the feeling of a warm hug was pure heaven to the ghost. "And surprisingly I think that I can keep this up for a month."
All Harry did was widen his eyes before his grin grew to the point where it was just about to start hurting. "Wait, seriously? You might be able to stay a whole month?" At her nod, he tilted his head in thought. 'I wonder if some of this is because we're so close to Obon?'
Not knowing his thoughts, Myrtle smiled down at him and looked around. "So this is Yokosuka then?"
Humming, the wizard blinked before shaking himself free of his thoughts. "Well, our apartment there anyways." With a step back, he placed his hands behind his head. "Anyways, I can't wait to show you Yokosuka!"
Mumbles made them both turn to Nighty Moon who was still laying on the floor before the ghost blinked. "Um, Harry? Is she... okay?"
Just shrugging, Harry gave a nod. "She's okay, just playing it up." Putting out a foot, he gently dug his big toe into her side. With a squeak, the Abyssal jumped up and ran from the room. "See?"
Floating behind him as they entered the rest of the apartment, Myrtle blinked at the sight of various Abyssals here and there on the ground as if dead. Hoppou turned and smiled form where she was sitting on the prone form of Aeroprin. "Miss Myrtle! Miss Myrtle! Hoppou is happy to see you!"
With a giggle, Myrtle waved at her. "It is good to see you as well, Hoppou." Continuing her examination of the apartment, she stopped and blinked. "Um, Harry? Why is that sword surrounded by orange peels?"
Eyebrow raised, Harry turned in that direction and sighed some. "Meet Juuchi Yosamu, the Muramasa that belongs to my family... I mean, the Potter side of the family, not the Evans side. She really likes eating blood oranges though she keeps leaving the peels around."
Myrtle blinked and stared at him for several moments before she felt pure smug coming from the sword in question. Even for a ghost who had resided at Hogwarts for over fifty years, a sword liking to eat oranges was something that she had not encountered before. Needless to say, she decided to just ignore that bit for later on before smiling. "I see... Now then, you mentioned showing me the rest of Yokosuka?"
Grabbing her hand, Harry began to pull her along. "Yeah! Come on, Aunt Myrtle! I got so much to show you!'
Brightly smiling, Myrtle gave a wave to Hoppou before letting herself get pulled along by Harry. Several hours, and a number of odd looks later, Myrtle was floating beside him outside of a school. "So this is your old elementary school?" At his nod, she hummed and shook her head. "It's different from the schools that I remember. Might be due to it being newer though."
For a few moments, Harry considered that and then shrugged. "Maybe? I mean, it's pretty new as it was practically rebuilt after Blood Week and devastated the area. Over there you can see one of the entrances to the shelters under the school."
Looking, Myrtle only nodded at the sight of the small hill with a concrete edifice built into it. Due to her experience of the Blitz, she could tell that it would shelter a number of students. "I assume that it goes under the school as well?"
Hands in his pockets, Harry gave her a nod. "It does actually. And the shelter itself has room for double the amount of students that actually goes to the school, as required by law. There's similar shelters under all the other elementary, middle, and high schools in Japan. They're also NBC proof."
Confused, Myrtle frowned as she turned to Harry. "NBC?"
Simply nodding, Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, NBC stands for Nuclear-Biological-Chemical. There were biological weapons used at the beginning of the Second World War and you had chemical as far back as the First World War."
Grimacing, the ghost gave a nod. "I remember back during the war actually, that one of the worries was the Germans using gas attacks on Britain. And we were going to use gas as well..." A shudder went through her and she rubbed her arms. "Thankfully, it did not come to that."
Only making a sound of agreement, Harry again grabbed her hand and pulled her along. But much to Myrtle's surprise, it was into the school. As they walked, Harry whispered to her. "You know, Aunt Myrtle, there is a certain legend about schools like this. It is said that in the third floor girl's washroom, there is a ghost named Hanako-San..."
As Harry continued to tell the story in a soft voice, Myrtle listened closely. Then her eyes widened slightly as it clicked and her lips curled upwards. 'Looks like Harry wants me to meet someone.'
Upon reaching said washroom, Harry checked around to make sure that no one was watching and ducked inside. Reaching the third stall, Harry knocked on it three times. "Are you there, Hanako-San?"
Moments later, there was a soft voice from inside. "I am here."
Both Harry and Myrtle turned as the door opened and Hanako walked in before freezing. Not noticing the widening eyes nor the dropped jaw of the Yokai, Harry waved at Myrtle. "Hanako-San, I would like you to meet my Aunt Myrtle. Aunt Myrtle, I would like you to meet Hanako-San-" Before he could get much further, said Yokai let out a loud squeal which made Harry wince even as he grinned. "She's a bit of a fan..."
Rather bemused, Myrtle looked at Harry as Hanako hyperventilated. "Interesting..."
The two predators stalked through their territory, silent, deadly. Both of them working together to bring down the same prey. Every so often they paused when their target perked up, but then went back to stalking closer and closer. The whole time, the prey was focused on something else. Along with it was a small herd of such beings, easy pickings for the predators on the hunt. Slowly, they got closer and closer until they were close enough.
And then they struck.
"BANZAI!"
"PO!"
Eyes widening, Aeroprin only had time to let out a squeak of surprise before both Harry and Hoppou were on top of her. Falling back, the Abyssal stared up at the two and noticed the looks in their eyes as her Destroyers looked on in surprise and some fear. "Mommy? Uncle Harry?"
Whimpers then escaped her as Hoppou's and Harry's grins widened. There was a mock sad look on Harry's face as he looked down on her. "Sorry, Blackie Smokie, but the Tickle Monsters have awoken..."
Nodding, Hoppou continued with a twinkle in her eye. "And they must be fed!"
Her eyes widening, Aeroprin tried to throw them off, but they were already moving. "Nooooooo! Hahahahaaha! Uncle Ha-ha-rry! Nuuuuuu!"
Clutching onto each other, the Abyssal Destroyers swallowed nervously. "S-scary..." Then a grinning Harry's head whipped around and focused on them. "Eep! RUN!"
Only bounding off of Aeroprin and leaving the attack to Hoppou, Harry began to chase his nieces around the apartment with his fingers wiggling. "Imma gonna tickle you! All of you!"
Squealing, the Destroyers tried to keep out of his reach as they shouted. "Nuuuuuuu!"
Far out to sea, Wokyuu paused from feeding her birds as a shiver went down her keel. "Wokyuu?" Blinking for several moments, she closed her eyes before clapping her hands together. "Wo wo wokyu." Chirps made her open her eyes and she smiled at the sight of her birdies, all of whom had returned with their children making nests as well. And there were more birdies as well including a heron that glowed at night! Brightly smiling, Wokyuu went back to filling the various bird feeders around her island. "Wokyuu!"
Back in the apartment, the owl box opened and Hedwig pushed a box forward into the room before cocking her head to the side. "Prek?" Bobbing her head, she tore the string and backed up some as Myrtle flew up from inside the box. "Prek."
Just floating around, Myrtle looked around in interest. "So this is where Harry lives then?" Hedwig just looked up at her and barked which made the ghost nod. "I see." It was then that her eyes caught something and she gave the box she arrived in a look. "... Did the Headmaster really need to put stamps on it?"
Looking up at her, Hedwig spread her wings in the owl version of a shrug. "Prek."
Softly giggling, Myrtle gave a nod. "Well, yes, I suppose so." Her own head tilting to the side, she leaned in and examined Hedwig more closely. "Sometimes I do swear that you are far too smart to be an ordinary owl." The owl only gave the ghost an even gaze back. "I wonder if there is any owl yokai..."
With a slow blink, Hedwig just clacked her beak before looking at the door. The ghost also did in time to see one of the Abyssal Destroyers burst in and fall to the ground, Harry on her back madly cackling. "TOO SLOW!"
Then his hands came down and began to ruthlessly tickle her as the older looking girl squealed and laughed. "Noooo! Uncle H-hahahaha-Harry! S-stop-p-ppftttt! Eeeee!"
Cackling, Harry shook his head as his fingers danced wherever they could. "Nope! Special Harry Strike! No Mercy Tickle!"
Another squeal came from the Abyssal while, unnoticed by either of the two, Myrtle crossed her arms with an amused look on her face. 'He really does make for a good big brother... and uncle as well, I suppose.' Sighing softly, she shook her head. 'You would have liked to meet him, Andrew. And you would have loved him as a great nephew.'
Finally, the Abyssal, who Myrtle recognized as Nighty Moon, groaned as her head clunked onto the floor. "Heavy tickle damage... Sunk."
Only grinning, Harry looked down at her with a laugh before blinking as he noticed the ghost floating there. "Aunt Myrtle!" Getting off the groaning Destroyer, he walked over and gave the ghost a hug much to her surprise. "You're actually here!"
Giggling, Myrtle threw her arms around him. "I am, just as I promised." While she was still confused at how such a thing was possible, though that nine tail fox named Hoshi had given her some clues, Myrtle did not care. Right now, all she really cared about was how the boy she now thought of as a younger brother/nephew's warm arms were around her. After going decades without any such things, the feeling of a warm hug was pure heaven to the ghost. "And surprisingly I think that I can keep this up for a month."
All Harry did was widen his eyes before his grin grew to the point where it was just about to start hurting. "Wait, seriously? You might be able to stay a whole month?" At her nod, he tilted his head in thought. 'I wonder if some of this is because we're so close to Obon?'
Not knowing his thoughts, Myrtle smiled down at him and looked around. "So this is Yokosuka then?"
Humming, the wizard blinked before shaking himself free of his thoughts. "Well, our apartment there anyways." With a step back, he placed his hands behind his head. "Anyways, I can't wait to show you Yokosuka!"
Mumbles made them both turn to Nighty Moon who was still laying on the floor before the ghost blinked. "Um, Harry? Is she... okay?"
Just shrugging, Harry gave a nod. "She's okay, just playing it up." Putting out a foot, he gently dug his big toe into her side. With a squeak, the Abyssal jumped up and ran from the room. "See?"
Floating behind him as they entered the rest of the apartment, Myrtle blinked at the sight of various Abyssals here and there on the ground as if dead. Hoppou turned and smiled form where she was sitting on the prone form of Aeroprin. "Miss Myrtle! Miss Myrtle! Hoppou is happy to see you!"
With a giggle, Myrtle waved at her. "It is good to see you as well, Hoppou." Continuing her examination of the apartment, she stopped and blinked. "Um, Harry? Why is that sword surrounded by orange peels?"
Eyebrow raised, Harry turned in that direction and sighed some. "Meet Juuchi Yosamu, the Muramasa that belongs to my family... I mean, the Potter side of the family, not the Evans side. She really likes eating blood oranges though she keeps leaving the peels around."
Myrtle blinked and stared at him for several moments before she felt pure smug coming from the sword in question. Even for a ghost who had resided at Hogwarts for over fifty years, a sword liking to eat oranges was something that she had not encountered before. Needless to say, she decided to just ignore that bit for later on before smiling. "I see... Now then, you mentioned showing me the rest of Yokosuka?"
Grabbing her hand, Harry began to pull her along. "Yeah! Come on, Aunt Myrtle! I got so much to show you!'
Brightly smiling, Myrtle gave a wave to Hoppou before letting herself get pulled along by Harry. Several hours, and a number of odd looks later, Myrtle was floating beside him outside of a school. "So this is your old elementary school?" At his nod, she hummed and shook her head. "It's different from the schools that I remember. Might be due to it being newer though."
For a few moments, Harry considered that and then shrugged. "Maybe? I mean, it's pretty new as it was practically rebuilt after Blood Week and devastated the area. Over there you can see one of the entrances to the shelters under the school."
Looking, Myrtle only nodded at the sight of the small hill with a concrete edifice built into it. Due to her experience of the Blitz, she could tell that it would shelter a number of students. "I assume that it goes under the school as well?"
Hands in his pockets, Harry gave her a nod. "It does actually. And the shelter itself has room for double the amount of students that actually goes to the school, as required by law. There's similar shelters under all the other elementary, middle, and high schools in Japan. They're also NBC proof."
Confused, Myrtle frowned as she turned to Harry. "NBC?"
Simply nodding, Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, NBC stands for Nuclear-Biological-Chemical. There were biological weapons used at the beginning of the Second World War and you had chemical as far back as the First World War."
Grimacing, the ghost gave a nod. "I remember back during the war actually, that one of the worries was the Germans using gas attacks on Britain. And we were going to use gas as well..." A shudder went through her and she rubbed her arms. "Thankfully, it did not come to that."
Only making a sound of agreement, Harry again grabbed her hand and pulled her along. But much to Myrtle's surprise, it was into the school. As they walked, Harry whispered to her. "You know, Aunt Myrtle, there is a certain legend about schools like this. It is said that in the third floor girl's washroom, there is a ghost named Hanako-San..."
As Harry continued to tell the story in a soft voice, Myrtle listened closely. Then her eyes widened slightly as it clicked and her lips curled upwards. 'Looks like Harry wants me to meet someone.'
Upon reaching said washroom, Harry checked around to make sure that no one was watching and ducked inside. Reaching the third stall, Harry knocked on it three times. "Are you there, Hanako-San?"
Moments later, there was a soft voice from inside. "I am here."
Both Harry and Myrtle turned as the door opened and Hanako walked in before freezing. Not noticing the widening eyes nor the dropped jaw of the Yokai, Harry waved at Myrtle. "Hanako-San, I would like you to meet my Aunt Myrtle. Aunt Myrtle, I would like you to meet Hanako-San-" Before he could get much further, said Yokai let out a loud squeal which made Harry wince even as he grinned. "She's a bit of a fan..."
Rather bemused, Myrtle looked at Harry as Hanako hyperventilated. "Interesting..."