This is a slash story with the pairing being UtaXHarry. This story will be short and probably only a couple of chapters. It was going to be an oneshot but got too long. I am also currently working on an Arima x Harry oneshot. I don't even have an excuse for writing this story; I was just in the mood for some slashy goodness.

I apologise for any oocness and punctuation/grammar mistakes. Also I know nothing about tattoos so I apologise if I stuff that up as well.

So in this story Uta's shop HySY ArtMask Studio operates under the cover of a tattoo parlour and in the back is where he makes and sells the masks. Just go with it for the sake of the story. Besides, don't you think he looks like a tattoo artist?

Harry was wandering, in fact he'd been wandering for a long time now. After the war England hadn't felt like home anymore. Loud noises made him jump, he was constantly plagued by nightmares and flash backs, he barely ate anything and he was quieter, more reserved than he'd previously been. He'd needed to get away from all the painful memories. He had to get away from the place that was full of thoughts of better times, of memories of people who were no longer here, of flashes of blood and war and destruction.

His friends hadn't understood that. They'd thought that he'd been exaggerating or that he just needed time. George was the only one that understood what he was going through. George had changed a lot to. The joke shop was still running but he wasn't as involved anymore and it had fallen to Lee to keep the shop going. Gorge barely talked anymore, and had an almost sickly look to him. Harry knew that they were both messes and needed to escape the memories that England held.

So that was what they did. They'd packed their bags, caught a plane to America and they had yet to look back. Harry wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to return to England. He hated the attention they constantly showered him in, as if he was some kind of god. But outside of England he could be anyone he wanted. Both he and George had come up with false identities for themselves. Harry was James Lyle Black. James for his father, Lyle for his mother, (Lyle was as close to Lily without outright calling himself Lily as he thought he could get) and Black for Sirius. Fred had chosen Tyler Arthur Forge. Apparently he'd had an uncle called Tyler that had always encouraged his and Fred's pranks. Arthur was for his father and Forge... well that was kind of self explanatory.*

He and George had grown closer than they'd previously been and he now saw the red head as a brother. They'd both suffered from nightmares and when it happened one would crawl into the others bed and hold them tight till the nightmare passed. They talked a lot but avoided anything involving England and tried their best to act like they weren't as broken as they knew they were.

They'd travelled a lot America, Germany, China, Hawaii, Mexico, Greenland, Canada, Faroe Islands Australia, Thailand and a few other places. It had been a bit of a shock for George when he found out how advanced muggles were but he had adjusted quickly.

It had also been a shock to George when he found out about ghouls. Apparently most wizards were oblivious to their existence while Harry himself had grown up with them being a main feature in the weekly news. They also learnt that most countries had different laws when it came to using magic though most of them were similar. You were allowed to do magic but not in front of muggles. If you accidently did it in front of a muggle you had to try your best to pass it off as something not magic, like ghoul powers or technology of some sort. Worse case scenario they might have to bring in some officers to handle the situation.

But in most magic countries they didn't track magic users as strictly as they did in England which made it a lot harder for anyone looking for them to find them. That was another thing, some countries didn't have large magical communities, and the communities were rather small and blended in with muggles perfectly. They were currently staying in Japan in the 20th ward. They were both on high alert because this was a well known hotspot for ghoul activity but both had been too curious to resist. Japan was one of the few countries that had a small magical population.

Each country also seemed to specialize in a certain type of magic. Animagus forms in America, wand-less magic in Australia and thread magic in Canada. The magic varieties for each country were numerous and some countries had even come up with their own kind of magic. Like dream magic from China. They also learnt that all that they'd learnt in England wasn't necessarily true, for example dark creatures. In some countries like Russia werewolves and vampires had a lot more rights than they did in England. And what had been labelled 'Dark' in England wasn't always so.

They'd picked up a few things in their travels. They could now transform into their animagus forms, George's being a fox and Harry's being a panther. Though both their forms were young so they were more like a fox pup and a panther cub. The American wizards had assured them that their forms would age, just differently than the animal's normal aging rate. For example when Harry was a middle aged man his form would be a middle aged fox, when he was an old man his form would be an old fox. Since he and George were both technically still young (Though harry was 19 and George was 21) there forms were young as well. They could also perform some of the minor spells wandlessly or silently though it did take a lot out of them.

Harry was currently walking the streets by himself which rarely happened since over their time travelling George and he had practically become attached at the hips. But George was in his room going through the latest bunch of letters his family had sent him. They kept in touch with some people at home mainly the Weasleys, Moody, Shaklebot, Andromeda, Teddy and Hermione. (The letters they sent them were all spelled untraceable and had various charms to stop people finding their location.) They'd been asking where they were and when they were coming home for a while now. It had been years since they'd been in England. Teddy was the only reason Harry was considering going back.

They'd told them that they hadn't wanted to come home yet and that they'd tell them where they were when they were ready. He knew George would have to go home and see his family soon as it was plain as day how much he missed them but Harry was undecided on if he wanted to go back to England or not. Which was why he was currently walking the streets as he tried to make up his mind on what to do.

He was actually on his way to get a new tattoo to add to his growing collection. He had a stag on his right shoulder and a lily that wrapped around his left wrist. The deathly hallows symbol had appeared on his collar bone when he'd collected the wand, stone and cloak but it looked like enough like a tattoo that nobody questioned it. He wasn't really sure what tattoo he wanted maybe the words 'mischief managed' somewhere.

His tattoo's always had meanings and memories behind them. He slipped his hands into his pocket where a folded piece of paper lay. He'd just see what the artist was willing to do than choose from there.

He finally stopped at the place he was getting his tattoo done. It honestly didn't look like much, run down and old as it was but Harry knew just how deceiving looks could be. The artist that worked here was known for some of the amazing tattoos he did. Most people weren't brave enough to venture down into the slums though and there was even a rumour that the artist was a ghoul. He snorted to himself quietly, he wasn't one to instantly believe in rumours'.

Besides even if the guy was a ghoul Harry honestly didn't care, he was here to get a tattoo than he probably wouldn't be coming back here again. And if they guy tried to take a bite out of him he wouldn't hesitate to fight back. But the guy probably wasn't a ghoul so Harry had nothing to worry about, probably.

Pulling himself from his thoughts he walked to the door and entered the building. The floor was black and white chequered and pretty clean. The walls looked like they were made of sheets of metal and various pieces of art hung from them, some framed others not. There was a tattoo chair in the middle of the room that reminded Harry of torture chairs used during the war. The lights were slightly dim and tinted a purplish colour.

He felt goose bumps rising along his skin, he could sense how dangerous this place seemed. There was a slight darkness that seemed to hang in the air. He weighed the pros and cons of just turning around and leaving and eventually decided against it. He had come all this way and if it was as if something inside him was waiting for something and didn't want to leave before it happened. So ignoring his instincts that were screaming at him to leave he walked further into the shop.

It was then that he caught sight of who he assumed was the tattoo artist. They were hunched over a desk in the corner and Harry couldn't tell if they were sleeping or working on something. His hair was half shaved off and some of the hair at the back was pulled into a pony tail, but most of his hair was out and flopped over the side of his face. His skin was pale but not unhealthily so. And from what Harry could see he was lean and tall.

Than the guy lifted his head and shuffled in his chair slightly so that he was facing Harry. For a second Harry was taken aback by sheer attractiveness. It was a strange attractiveness though, one he'd never seen before. The man had piercings, two above his eyebrow, four on his one visible ear and a lip piercing. He also had tattoos, one wrapped around his neck and Harry instantly recognized the words as Latin though he couldn't get a clear enough view to read what it said.

The man's eyes were covered by black glasses and his face was slim. There was an almost childlike air about him but at the same time Harry could sense that he was dangerous. He knew that there was something more to the man and it instantly peaked his curiosity. The rumour of the guy being a ghoul floated around in his head till he shoved it away. He wasn't about to let how attractive this guy was from the fact that he was dangerous. The guy appeared to be studying him as well and Harry would have gotten annoyed if he had not been doing the same to him a minute ago.

"What's a little kid doing here?" Harry bristled slightly in anger. His height had always been a sensitive topic for him. His mother had been of average height while his father had been pretty tall. But he himself was honestly pretty short. He blamed it on the fact that he'd grown up in a cupboard and hadn't gotten nearly enough food when he was younger. Even now he was quite slim but at least now he was slightly muscled.

He glared at the other man who only raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm older than I look."

The man let out a quiet hum before he turned back to his work. "You can have a look around and then choose which tattoo you want."

Harry didn't even glance around 'I'm not interested in any of those tattoos."

Once again the man turned to face him with an eyebrow raised. The man tilted his head slightly "If you're not here for a tattoo than why are you here?"

"I never said I wasn't interested in getting a tattoo I was just saying I'm not interested in the ones you have on display. I'm here to find out if you have the skill and are willing to give me this." He reached into his pocket and held out the folded piece of paper.

When the man stood Harry was dismayed to find his head barely reached the guy's shoulder, and he was slouching slightly. The man's walk was graceful but at the same time a bit like a shuffle. He quickly approached Harry and looked down at him with a tilted head and Harry assumed curious eyes under the glasses.

He quickly took the paper from Harry's hand and unfolded it. Harry decided now was as good a time as ever to talk "It's kind of complicated and most people said they don't have the talent to do it. Money isn't an issue if you think you can do it properly I'm willing to pay whatever."

The man held up a hand and getting the message Harry fell silent. It looked as if the man was studying the picture intently. He looked up at Harry "Did you draw this?" Harry flushed slightly and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He'd taken up drawing as a distraction during the war and he had kept it up. He'd been pretty awful at the start but his skills had slowly improved over the years.

The picture the man was holding in his hands was one of Harry's more detailed pieces of work and it had taken him a while to draw. "Yeah I did." Than man looked at him for a couple of seconds before nodding to himself. "I can do it but it will be pretty expensive and will take a while to complete."

Harry grimaced slightly. One of his least favourite parts of getting a tattoo was sitting still for a long time. He could do it he was just one of those people that preferred moving to sitting still.

The man turned quickly and began to walk towards the tattoo chair. "My name is Uta." He glanced over his shoulder obviously expecting a name in return. "James." He followed the man and watched as he set up his gear. He got a clear view of his tattoo and without realising read it aloud. "I can neither live with your nor without you."

Uta stiffened slightly and asked a quiet "You can read Latin?" Harry could pick up the slightest traces of tenseness in his voice. "Yeah I learnt how to at school." Uta turned back and continued to get ready "That's a strange thing to learn at a school." Harry let out a soft chuckle "Well it was a weird school."

"So where exactly are you planning on getting this tattooed?"

"On my back."

That was another of his least favourite parts. He'd have to take his top of in order to get this tattoo. The last two times he'd been lucky as he'd been able to just push up his sleeves. But if he wanted this tattoo done he'd have to take of his top revealing all the scars from the war. There were burn marks, slash marks, the basilisk bite scar, the 'I must not tell lies' scar, scars from when Bellatrix had gotten her hands on him before he'd gotten out and the scars from the Dursley's.

His skin was no longer flawless; in fact he could not remember a time when it was, and now was patchy and painful to look at. He really wasn't looking forward to showing Uta his scared torso. And for some reason the thought of Uta seeing him without his top on made him feel kind of hot and nervous.

It was a feeling he almost instantly recognised. He'd dated a few people in the past Ginny, Cho, that one night stand with Draco that both had sworn to never mention again and a couple of one night stands here and there. He wasn't really a one night stand type of guy but he'd been pretty depressed and looking for any kind of distraction possible, turns out sex was a pretty good distraction but it always left him feeling guilty and regretful afterwards. And he'd practically always been drunk when he'd had one.

All his one night stands had been with guys except for one. He like both genders equally but had a preference for men but that was beside the point. There was no way in hell he was developing feeling towards Uta he'd only just bloody meet the man.

He must have zoned out or something because when he pulled himself from his thoughts he was greeted by the sight of Uta's face inches from his. Uta's head was tilted and Harry could feel his eyes on him. He leapt backwards, his face feeling like a stop light. Uta just kept looking at him his head still tilted. Harry was starting to think the head tilt was Uta's thing.

Harry turned away slightly still blushing. Damn it he was supposed to be stronger than this, he'd fought in the dark war and survived, heck he'd led part of the dark war and he wasn't about to be reduced to a pile of mushiness just because he found the man attractive.

He coughed into his fist slightly trying to get his face to stop glowing. "So where do you want me?" Uta gestured towards the tattoo chair and Harry had to force back flashes of memories full of blood and screams as he sat down on it. "You're going to need to take your top of if you want me to be able to get to your back." Uta's voice sounded slightly amused and Harry flushed ever so slightly glad the other man was unable to see it because he now stood behind Harry.

He smoothly pulled his top over his head shivering at the low temperature of the room. It was as if he could sense Uta freeze and he could literally feel the other mans eyes tracing Harry's numerous scars. He shivered again slightly though this time not because of the cold.

Uta seemed to get over his shock pretty quickly and he began cleaning Harry's back with an antiseptic wipe. Harry was proud of himself when he managed not to shiver at the touch. The tattoo he was getting was in his opinion quite beautiful.

There was a tree that started at his lower back with the branches stretching out in every direction and tall enough to reach up his neck. At the base of the tree sat a stag and a doe curled up and gazing into each other's eyes. Not too far off from them was a black shaggy dog chasing a butterfly and a wolf sat between the dog and the two deer's watching the scene with fondness clear in his eyes. A full moon was shining through the trees branches and in the distances a phoenix could be seen flying. There was a gap between the tree branches and the ground above the animals where the words 'I solemnly swear that I am up to no good' were written in an elegant flowing cursive.

It was complicated and it was going to be large enough to practically cover his whole back but it would be worth it. George had helped him a little with the design but mostly it had been Harry. He closed his eyes preparing himself for the pain and let Uta do his work.

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Once the tattoo was done his skin on his back was red and sore but he ignored it easily. He hadn't cried or even so much as flinched during that whole thing as he had a pretty high pain tolerance. He was shrugging his shirt back on and ignoring the pain that laced through his back at the action when he suddenly felt cool hands touching his back. He froze, his arms in the air and his shirt half way on. Looking over his shoulder he was slightly surprised to see Uta tracing one of his scars that hadn't been covered by the tattoo. The particular scar was long and thin from where he hadn't been fast enough to dodge a particularly nasty cutting curse.

Even though Harry couldn't see Uta's eyes his face looked concerned and he was biting his lip slightly. Harry was unable to stop the shiver at the feeling of Uta tracing the sensitive scar. The shiver seemed to break Uta out of whatever trance he'd been in as he stepped away and quickly removed his hands. Harry pulled his shirt on and looked at Uta with curious eyes.

Uta turned and made his way back towards his desk in the corner. Harry's eyes studying Uta's slightly slumped form. He got the feeling the Uta was one of those people who weren't big on apologizes. He followed Uta towards the desk reaching for his wallet which lay in his pocket. "Would you be interested in designing some tattoo's for my other customers?"

He looked at Uta in surprise only to find the man facing away from him. The idea of coming back here appealed to him greatly though he wasn't a 100% sure why. He drew a lot anyway and it wasn't like he had anything else to do. He also needed the pay because it was extremely hard to get money from Gringott's and even harder to exchange it for muggle currency. The only problem was that he wasn't sure how long he'd be here for.

"Sure but I might not be here very long. How much do I owe you?"

Uta turned to face him and held out his hand "100." Harry frowned, he didn't know much about tattoos but he had expected a higher price than that. Pulling two fifties from his wallet he placed them in Uta's outstretched hand. "Are you sure that's all you want?"

He was unprepared for Uta's other hand reaching out and grabbing his outstretched wrist. The man stood slowly, the grip on Harry's wrist firm but not painfully so. Harry himself had frozen as he stared up at Uta. (Damn it why was everybody taller than him?) He could feel Uta's intense stare through the man's dark sunglasses.

"If you don't mind I'd also like... a kiss."

A blush rose to his face and for a second Harry was confused about what he should do before he nodded hesitantly. It was only a slight nod but apparently it was all Uta needed. Soft lips pressed against his and the kiss started of gentle and soft but it steadily grew more wild and passionate. He felt Uta's hands slip under his top and run up his chest than around his shoulder. Shivering in pleasure at the cool touch Harry wrapped his arms around Uta's neck and pulled the other man's head down so he could kiss him better.

Uta tugged at Harry's hair slightly and Harry could feel Uta's breath hot and heavy on his cheek. The kiss was unlike anything else at he had ever felt; full of raw emotion and almost powerful. It soon became obvious who had the most experience and Harry was slightly upset that it wasn't him. That fact was soon forgotten as Uta started to slowly kiss up his neck, laying butterfly kisses wherever he could reach. Harry let out a startled gasp which seemed to encourage Uta even more. Wherever Uta lips touched him it felt as if his skin was on fire but at the same time it felt amazing.

While Uta had more experience and was pretty much dominating him Harry wasn't about to let him have all the fun. Reaching his head up he nibbled slightly on Uta's bottom lip and shivered again when he heard the man moan. Then the reality of what was happening suddenly hit him and he untangled himself and stepped back.

He barely even knew Uta but he had wanted to go further with him. It didn't make any sense, what was wrong with him? When Uta had said kiss he'd expected an innocent kiss not the one full of tongue, touches and moans that he'd just gotten. He was confused and not sure what to do. His heart was screaming yes while his brain screamed no and the two entities were clashing against one another and making him feel sick to the stomach.

He muttered out a quiet "I'm sorry but I just remembered I have to be somewhere. I'll be back in about a week with the designs you asked for." His face was bright red and he was still panting slightly from the kiss but he was happy to notice that Uta seemed out of breath to. Without another word he turned and fled the shop.

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When George got back from mailing his replies to his family letters he was surprised to find Harry curled up in the double bed they shared. The apartment they were currently staying in was quite small so they had to share a room and a bed though neither males minded. They probably would have ended up in the same bed anyway because the comfort of knowing someone else was there helped keep away their nightmares.

He looked at his brother in all but blood in concern and spoke softly "Is this a chocolate emergency or an I just need to talk emergency?" When Harry replied he sounded like he'd been crying and his voice was rough "It's an I need chocolate and any other comfort food available and than I need to pour my heart out kind of emergency." George sighed "Will you be fine for a couple of minutes while I go buy the required junk food?" Harry nodded slightly and George relaxed, if he was willing to let George leave it couldn't be that bad.

When he next returned he had bags slung over his arms filled with various food including, chocolate, treacle tart (It was Harry's favourite and had taken him a while to find.) cake, packets of lollies and practically every junk food imaginable. He walked into their room placed the bags on the end of the bed and then crawled in under the sheets with Harry. "Okay spill."

*If you don't get it it's because the twins use to joke around and swap the first letters of their names around. Fred became Gred and George became Forge. I couldn't think of a good last name so yeah.