Author's Note: A couple of notes to those about to embark on this reading journey. One, this is not only a side fic of "Minato Namikaze and the Destroyer of Worlds" but also a sequel to the side fic "English Vacation". If you haven't read the main story you will be hopelessly confused, if you haven't read the side story you might be okay (just assume the last trip didn't go so well). With that, because of all this, while canon to the original "English Vacation" this is NOT CANON to the main fic. Enjoy.

"I just want everyone to remember that I said this was a terrible idea multiple times."

Sitting on wooden benches inside of a cell warded with unfamiliar fuinjutsu, having been imprisoned for breaking a law that none of them could truly comprehend and still couldn't quite piece together, no one was in the mood to listen to Lee's long since promised 'I told you so' rant.

Minato knew he wasn't, at the very least, probably because Lee was just as in the dark as the rest of them on what exactly they'd done to merit imprisonment. Lee wasn't lecturing because she understood what had gone wrong but instead because she'd been right all along in that something would go wrong.

And now she was making sure that they all remembered it.

"I told all of you that England made absolutely no sense and was terrible and not one of you believed me. And now we are in a holding cell and I hope all of you are happy."

Minato wasn't bothering to look at Lee but instead was staring straight across at the forlorn Haru, his arm flung over his eyes, leaning against the wall and looking like he was trying to pretend none of this was happening. Jiraiya, sitting next to Haru, seemed content to keep an idle eye on the English fuinjutsu that was reinforcing the cell but still managed to look bored out of his mind.

"Especially you, Jiraiya-sensei, I hope you are the happiest of all of them. Because I told you the most and then you went to the hokage and now we're stuck in here."

This didn't even get to the mounting frustration that had begun to resemble killing intent in the nidaime or the death glare of the newest addition to their group, Orochimaru, pointed directly at Lee.

And no matter how many times Lee said she'd seen this coming, and that they all should have known better, Minato would still say that none of them could have any idea of what would happen when they returned to England.

The story of how Jiraiya, Oro the snake bastard, Tobi the grump, and Jiraiya's cute little ducklings of students all wound up on the doorstep of the Figg woman, listening as Lee irately pressed the buzzing button on the side of the door over and over, wasn't that complicated.

It really was just an extension of the last aborted mission to England, except this time they decided to nix visiting Lee's civilian relatives, and go straight to the part where things had gotten interesting.

Where words like academy, magic, spells, and witchcraft had all started cropping up. They weren't the words any reasonable person would use but that could just be the nuances of English. Regardless, given what they'd seen and heard it was very clear that Lee had been dead wrong.

There were shinobi in England, there was a hidden village, an academy, and they'd been around for a pretty damn long time.

So, like he'd told Lee when she'd prematurely teleported all their asses back to Konoha, it was kind of a given that they'd be headed back.

He just didn't necessarily think they'd bring Oro along. Not that Oro was bad to have along on a mission in unfamiliar territory, one which had gone well enough so far but could still go south, especially given that Lee apparently was from an old an established clan (Jiraiya would eat the hokage's hat if England didn't make some sort of move to reclaim her). It was just that… well… Oro wasn't the most diplomatic of people.

Sure, he probably thought he was great at it, but Jiraiya felt that anyone who told war starving orphans to their faces that they were better off dead and abandoned probably shouldn't be anywhere near a diplomatic mission (or children). It just… it just gave people a very bad impression of Konoha.

He would have thought sensei would come to the same conclusion but apparently Oro-bastard had whined enough about unknown jutsus, genetics, blood limits, his expertise on all things genetically Lee, and the need to see these things for himself that the hokage had given him the green light in spite of the fact that they already had the genius nidaime on board.

To Jiraiya, and Lee given her giant rants, it seemed like everyone and their brother suddenly wanted to tag along to England.

If they'd waited any longer the shodaime himself probably would have wrenched himself away from his second honeymoon to come with and no matter how you played that to a foreign village you couldn't just expect them to handle two former kages, two sannin, and Eru Lee and not see it as either an invasion or a declaration of war.

So there they were, six shinobi, standing on the doorstep of one of the near identical white houses, attracting the stares of every civilian that passed them by, and waiting for something to happen so that they could get back to the point where they left off.

That being the awkward translated conversation with McGonagall that he'd had to spend an hour discussing with sensei, the nidaime, and the shodaime to understand just what the hell it had really meant and if she'd even understood what they'd been talking about given that it was Lee translating all of their questions.

(He still had no idea if the English actually thought it was a good idea to leave Eru Lee, apparent survivor of an assassination jutsu that blew up an entire building and destroyed what seemed to be the equivalent of an S-ranked missing nin, with her shinobi hating civilian relatives who shoved her into a closet.

Because Jiraiya still had no idea how that would make sense to anyone.)

They just needed someone to open the door first, "Lee-chan, you sure she's home?"

Lee continued her incessant buzzing, not even looking at him, only tersely responding, "One of the peculiarities of Little Whinging, sensei, is that Figg-san is always home."

"Really, always?" Minato asked with raised eyebrows, looking genuinely curious.

"Well, she was when I was around, but that was seven years ago…" Lee trailed off and instead pressed the buzzer with even more insistence.

"For god's sake, the woman clearly isn't home!" The nidaime spat out, looking irater with every press of the buzzer and Orochimaru looking just as irritated as him but being too proud to blow up at Lee for button.

"Seriously, the only time I need crazy Figg-san and she doesn't even bother to show up." Lee said giving the buzzer a few last rapid pushes before sighing and letting her hand drop to her side.

She turned from the door and gave them all an unimpressed look, the kind she usually reserved for D-ranks, "Was it the cats? Were the nin-cats that interesting? Because I'm pretty sure I can get you some cats if you want, even nin-cats if you really want, we don't have to go back to…"

"It wasn't the cats." The nidaime quickly responded, interrupting Lee's latest rant on why she would go anywhere in the world other than her home country.

"Well then it can't have been Aunt Petunia, right? Surely she wasn't that interesting, because if you can count on the Dursleys for anything it's having all the complexity of basic academy clones. Plus, if you'll remember, she actually threw us out…"

"It has nothing to do with your civilian relatives." The nidaime interjected, and strangely enough this was true, because while they were blood relatives of Lee they were also clearly civilians and more than that… It had offered a little too much insight into exactly why Lee was the way she was than Jiraiya was necessarily comfortable with.

All shinobi had their eccentricities, powerful shinobi most of all, but look at those too closely and you could see the battlefield stretching behind every one. Shinobi lived with a kind of forced desperation or else they became hard, brittle, and stoic; it was how you lived with yourself and the world.

It was how you lived with Ame.

He hadn't realized that Lee's… Lee-ness wasn't so different than the coping habits of any other ninja.

"This place continues to be the worst." Lee finally concluded and then sighed once again, her shoulders slumping forward, "Looks like we're going to have to try something else… Or you know, go home."

"Why would I have come all the way here using your ungodly teleportation method only to turn straight back to Konoha?" Orochimaru asked, golden eyes narrowed at Jiraiya's kunoichi genin, Minato and Haru inching slowly away from Lee so as not to also incur the snake sage's wrath.

"Is this one of those questions I'm not actually supposed to answer?" And once again Lee proved to have both no sense of self preservation and no ability to process rhetorical questions.

"How familiar are you with the area, Eru-chan?" The nidaime asked before Orochimaru could try to feed Lee to Manda, although Manda was looking pretty well fed ever since Lee and Oro had turned his lab into a clone slaughterhouse, and god if that place didn't give Jiraiya nightmares.

"I grew up here, didn't I?"

"You don't think it's changed in the last seven years? The location of the villages?" He pressed and Lee looked thoughtful at this, her eyes roving their surroundings, the green patches of grass and the black river of stone that served as the road.

"Little Whinging remains hopelessly dull and stagnant so I doubt it."

"McGonagall-san mentioned a government council for their shinobi, the ministry of magic I believe she called it,do you have any idea what village it would be located in?"

Lee's eyes raised dubiously at the question but she responded promptly enough, "As far as I know there isn't a ministry of magic but then every ministry I know of, and the prime minister himself, would be in London, probably near Westminster."

"That's fine." The nidaime said adding, "Get us in the area and I should be able to sense the chakra signatures of any nearby shinobi."

For a moment Lee just stared at them dully and then said in a slow drawl that questioned all of their combined judgement, "You know, I've never actually been to London before. If I try to teleport there, well, it might get a little bumpy."

"Then we'll walk." Orochimaru cut in, a little too eagerly, Lee's teleportation jutsu wasn't for the faint of heart or the weak of stomach as Jiraiya had found out during their last trip to England. Besides, walking or running to villages through the countryside and on roads was familiar territory, it was what most missions consisted of really.

But Lee shook her head, "If anything we'd drive in, take the bus, or the commuter rail in. You don't just walk to London from Surrey. Besides, I didn't say I couldn't do it. I know what London looks like and I can probably get us near Buckingham Palace, or Big Ben if you really want to be close to Westminster,but it might be a bit… bumpy."

"You mean… bumpier than it usually is?" Minato asked, probably the most familiar out of all of them with Lee's method of teleportation.

"I'm sure it will be fine." Lee offered with a small shrug.

As she grabbed all of them in an impromptu group hug and reality hurdled away, replaced by nausea, extreme disorientation, and this hot cold sweaty feeling that you only got when you'd been hit by a Suna nin's poisoned kunai, Jiraiya felt that 'bumpy' was a bit of an understatement.

Poor Haru, the most noble and normal of all of his students, as soon as they landed he very publicly lost his breakfast right in front of the gilded golden gates and what looked like a hundred gawking civilians all flashing bright white lights from black little boxes.

And as usual, Lee had no sympathy or tact about it, "Jesus Christ, Dead Last, I know you're the worst out of all of us but you could try not to show it at every opportunity?"

"Right, Lee… I'll try." Haru murmured out, managing only to look slightly less green as his face paled to a sickly if somewhat healthier yellow.

Not that Minato was looking much better, hunched into a ball on the ground, or Jiraiya was feeling that much better. He felt like he'd just been crushed by Tsunade after a productive day of research and then been shoved into a blender.

"What is this place?" It was the nidaime's voice somewhere over to Jiraiya's left. The man was trying to stand but was spending most of his energy looking off in the opposite direction of the gilded gates.

Jiraiya forced himself to turn and look with him and when he did he saw exactly what Tobirama Senju meant.

And even more than Surrey which had already seemed strange and alien he felt as if he was in a whole different world.

"Well, Pho is kind of ramen-esq, isn't it?"

Lee turned to her stunned companions, all still gawking at the traffic, the traffic lights, the street lamps, the buildings, the double decker buses, the underground entrances, the posters, the neon signs, the advertisements, the swarming civilians, and looking all around like a bunch of loonies who got lost and separated from their traveling oriental circus.

The sad part was that the lost bit was actually true.

When it became clear, at Buckingham Palace with Dead Last upchucking in front of the queen's residence, that Lee would be the one in charge of actually getting them places she'd tried to get them out as quickly as possible while also disposing of the gawking tourist civilian's incriminating camera footage by setting everything on fire.

(Because she'd abruptly realized that nobody had any idea that the disposable Kodak cameras pointed at their faces and flashing at intermittent intervals were actually cameras. Cameras in Konoha were giant dark cloth covered things that were really only used for official purposes like your identification photo. And if they had realized then probably everyone wouldn't want England's first impression of Konoha shinobi to be Dead Last defacing Buckingham Palace.

Actually, they probably wouldn't want photographs period, ninja were very paranoid about that sort of thing.)

The point was she'd tried to head towards the Thames, got a little bit lost, and had somehow wound up in a vaguely Konoha-esq looking street featuring Vietnamese food which in their current circumstances she would settle for in place of ramen.

That was a fine enough plan, Lee could handle lunch even if Dead Last couldn't in front of bloody Buckingham Palace.

The real trouble was that none of them seemed to notice that they'd gotten very off-course and were nowhere near Westminster. They were all still just… struck dumb. The nidaime, Orochimaru, Jiraiya, Dead Last, and even Minato had spent the past half hour gaping at everything and flinching every time someone pointed at them or someone honked their horn. And then there was the nidaime who continually muttered things about wiring, electricity, the design of the towers, and all the materials and money that were just inconceivable that would be needed to build a village like this one. Even Orochimaru, who prided himself on being too cool and evil for everything, was silently dumbfounded and had to be tugged away from various window displays and the sheer amount of glass that was everywhere.

("How in the hell does the English daimyo afford all of this?!" Orochimaru asked when Lee tried to drag him away from his most recent staring contest with his own reflection in a window display.

It'd be more understandable if they were in a better part of town and not in an alley that was frankly quite seedy and Lee probably would feel uncomfortable in if she hadn't been trained from the age of six to kill people.

"Well, I don't think the prime minister paid for the erotic bakery's window display." Lee said but unfortunately that was when Jiraiya somehow figured out what the store was actually selling.

"Lee-chan, you didn't tell me that the English turned food into porn! I didn't even know you could do that. Why didn't I know you could do that? This is like, everything I've ever dreamed of, food and beautiful women combined into the same thing! My god, they're geniuses, we need one in Konoha!"

And then it took Minato, Lee, and Dead Last combined to drag them all away from the display before their sensei was arrested for public perversion in a foreign country with Orochimaru as his terrifying serial killer accomplice.)

"Yeah, I'll take the pho." Lee stepped inside the small shop, motioning for a table for six, breathing a sigh in relief when all they got was a few raised eyebrows and a table in the back.

When the tea arrived and their orders had been placed, Lee just ordering noodles for everyone to speed things along, she cut right to the chase looking at the nidaime, "So, any ninja around, or you know overwhelmingly large governmental chakra signatures?"

Lee still had her doubts, no matter what McGonagall or crazy Mrs. Figg had said the last time, but at this point she was willing to take anything that would get them all out of here and home that much faster.

The nidaime didn't answer for a moment, instead took the tea looking more dazed than Lee had ever seen him, his red eyes strangely unfocused. Mechanically he took a drink before asking almost hesitantly, "How old is this village, Eru-chan?"

"Not to side track you, nidaime-sama, but chakra first then history later." Lee said, and that earned her a brief look of irritation.

"There are… veins of chakra throughout the village, most likely laced in various seals, and a large concentration in the distance but nothing significantly close to our location. My guess is that there is a hidden village inside of this… village." He grimaced, visibly trying to fit the concept of a village hidden in a village inside his head, and then gave her a significant look, "Now, London."

"Well, it depends on what you mean. If I'm remembering right London was actually a village started by the Romans when they colonized Britain. If that's the case then it's well over a thousand years old, probably close to two thousand actually."

"Over a thousand years old?!" Orochimaru seemed to be safely over his stunned disbelief as his features morphed into one of disdain and smug superiority, "No village could possibly be as old as that! No country is as old as that!"

"I suppose, I mean, it depends what you mean by country. But London has been around for a very long time, even if it was burned to the ground a few times." Lee shrugged, because statehood was a funny thing like that in Europe. There were sort of countries back when the Normans had invaded but it was all very fuzzy and the idea was more that you had fealty to a lord than a king. She wasn't sure when the idea of Britain, with definite borders and a single overruling king, came into play but it'd taken a long time to get to that point.

"You must be exaggerating, the sage of the six paths himself was only alive five hundred years ago." Orochimaru insisted with that rather familiar sneer of his, Orochimaru really made contemptuous expressions an art form, "Considering how old you were at the time and your current ability to interpret any simple fact I highly doubt you're correct."

"No, the Normans invaded in 1066 and that was about a thousand years after the Romans had come in." Lee said and only then realized that her words seemed to have broken everyone but Orochimaru who was still seething.

"Lee-chan, what year is it now, here I mean, with England's calendar?" Jiraiya asked, but in that way that made it seem like he was dreading the answer.

"1993, I think?" Considering Lee was getting close to thirteen it was probably around that time, unless time got really whacky in Konoha when she wasn't looking.

"Holy shit." Jiraiya said, looking somewhat dazed, before waving his hands and attempting to explain it away, "No way, I actually have to side with Oro-teme on this one. That's just… That's not possible. I mean, everything was too war-torn before the sage arrived, this kind of infrastructure just couldn't hold for two thousand years."

Lee grimaced at that, "Well, about that… I don't think he swung by England."

"What do you mean he didn't swing by England?! The sage of the six paths was the one who introduced chakra molding and the basis of ninjutsu. Without him there wouldn't be any shinobi here or whatever they call themselves."

Lee had sort of gotten into the history of England and the world with Minato, and the non-existence of England in it, but she hadn't really with anyone else and she wasn't even really sure Minato understood. Most people, if they thought about England at all, just thought it was an island in the middle of nowhere. Like if you went further off the coast, past wave, past the edge the map, you would find it somewhere out there all by itself.

She hadn't really bothered to correct anybody, because who really cared about England? Plus it'd seemed like a hassle to explain people who barely took her seriously about anything.

"I mean he didn't swing by England… Or if he did, he did it two thousand years ago as a carpenter, but even then I'd hardly call Jesus a ninja." Lee held up her hands in defense before one of them could ask how that was possible and she had to get into the fact that there weren't really any unknown spots on the globe and as far as everyone in the world knew the elemental nations didn't exist, "But hey, this is all highly irrelevant, we should focus instead on chakra and those crazy English shinobi who want to invite me to their academy."

"Lee… Where is… Where is England, exactly?" And Minato asked the question she really hoped he wasn't going to ask, the one he'd been putting the pieces together for over the seven years they'd known each other.

Well, she'd tried before, but no one had really understood it. England, the world, was like a layer of a grand genjutsu and when you peeled it away Konoha apparently resided beneath, but that too was only its own layer.

(It was like Flatland, residents of Flatland in their two dimensional world simply couldn't comprehend the three dimensional world, not if they'd never heard of it or thought of it. To them their world, their two dimensions, was all there really was all they'd ever really considered. They had their flat wars, their flat losses, their flat victories, and they didn't really have time or the need to consider anything else.

Then one day a three dimensional being somehow gets stuck in Flatland in two dimensions. The being said then, "I come from up." But the problem is that there isn't a direction up or down, only flat two dimensional directions. So nobody really understands the explanation, so the three dimensional being turned two dimensional tries to simplify it a bit and say that this idea of flatness is all an illusion, a genjutsu. A very clever convincing one but an illusion none the less.

But this fails to be convincing and at this point the three dimensional being more or less gives up because the third dimension sucked anyway and the two dimensional Flatland was far more exciting.)

Needless to say it was the kind of conversation she'd have alone with Minato back in Konoha when they weren't sitting in England where literally anything could and would happen. Because England was secretly awful.

"Oh, well, you know it's an island across from France… But we should really focus on Figg-san and McGonagall and their conspiracy involving a herd of nin-cats."

None of them seemed willing to buy that distraction, or even eat their noodles as Lee dug into hers (wishing all the while that it was ramen and they'd never come to England), because now she'd have to explain (again) that England was fake and no one would believe her (again).

It was like the first trip to England all over again, well less weirdly personal and emotional, but still…

What she needed was to distract them, give them what they thought they wanted, and then convince them that they might as well call it quits and go home.

It was then that Lee had an idea, one that wasn't necessarily brilliant, but was better than explaining two thousand plus years of history, "Hey, you guys, in the spirit of sages and prophets and really old ninjutsu that predates the sage I know about this really old… Jewish suiton jutsu that lets you part the red sea… Supposedly really impressive."

"I thought you said there weren't any shinobi in…" Dead Last started but Lee cut him off before he could finish that damning sentence.

"In England, Moses was in Egypt at the time. And he was a badass." If Lee thought about Moses, not in the context of being dragged to church by the Dursleys, but instead as an ancient Jewish shinobi then he really was quite the ninjutsu master and probably could wipe the floor with anyone alive today.

And they all just stared at her, blinking, or glaring.

"…What does this have to do with anything?" The nidaime asked.

"Well, part of the reason we came was for ninjutsu techniques… If we can't find any shinobi or the hidden village then the least we can do is test out some of the publicly known ones. We can part the Thames while we're in London, then maybe move on to the channel." And maybe then they'd finally be satisfied and they could all go home instead of wandering around England and asking Lee uncomfortable questions about history whose answers they weren't even willing to believe.

Really, why ask if you weren't even willing to contemplate the answers?

"… Why not, Lee-chan? Go knock yourself out."

"Sensei, I think Lee is a little…" Minato didn't finish the sentence, just watched as Lee created a great wooden staff from nothingness, holding it above her head as she walked on a small concrete ledge by the great river that ran through the city.

Off, was what he wanted to say, Lee was a little off. Of course, sensei might not realize the difference, Haru didn't appear to or the nidaime or Orochimaru for that matter. Maybe only Minato was close enough to see the difference between how Lee usually was and what she was like in England.

Lee was always so self-assured, so certain, like she knew she could more than handle anything the world threw at her. In England she looked like she was anticipating their impending doom and trying to just convince them to get out as quickly as possible.

That's what the jutsu really was about, or whatever it was Lee was planning to do, because if she really thought about it then she'd know that her demonstrating a jutsu meant nothing. Lee didn't need hand seals, had overwhelming amounts of chakra, and invented ninjutsu techniques on an almost daily basis.

Just because Lee could part a river or even an ocean didn't mean anyone else necessarily could.

"Eh, let her get it out of her system." Jiraiya said with a shrug, "Besides, I think we all could use a little bit of time to let everything… sink in. God, we haven't even gotten to their hidden village yet."

"Isn't it kind of odd that we haven't actually run into a shinobi yet? If there really is a village inside this village then shouldn't they be out here too?" Haru asked, looking around at those walking by, none of them walking with a shinobi's fast and guarded gait.

"Good question, Haru-kun, got to say I really don't know though. Maybe it's odd, but maybe not, this place is so different already." Jiraiya trailed off, looking down the river towards several great bridges, some rather elaborate just as the palace they saw when they first arrived had been.

"No, it's one I'd ask as well… There are threads of chakra everywhere in this city, like veins leading out from a heart. Yet, everyone we've met so far has below genin level chakra reserves…" The nidaime said, red eyes drifting over their surroundings, settling on buldings, wires, lights and flicking through all the people who walked past.

"Perhaps they take separation from their civilian population to extremes. The outer village for the civilians and the inner for the shinobi themselves." Orochimaru offered, unsaid was the idea that in an attack this civilian ring would serve as a buffer. Minato didn't flinch at these unspoken words but he paled a bit wondering if England was less like Konoha and more like Iwa or Kumo.

He hadn't thought so, not the way McGonagall, a sensei at the English academy, talked to Lee and talked to Figg-san. There hadn't been any sign of animosity against civilians, against foreign ninja, but all the same… All the same that had just been one short conversation in one home.

"But they would still travel through that outer rim, even with transportation jutsus such as hiraishin or the body flicker. It's an unbelievably large village, it's conceivable we could have simply missed someone in this section, but all the same there should be more of a presence out here… We shouldn't have to travel into the heart of the village to find shinobi." For a while no one said anything, just looked at the surrounding unfamiliar village, one that seemed impossibly large

"So, then, are we missing something? They must have had some reason to organize the village this way, right?" Haru asked but nobody answered him, they just pondered in silence, letting that question sink in and fester along with all of the other information that Lee had given them.

Meanwhile Lee still stood on the ledge, her staff aloft and a single streak of yellow light fell through the clouds. For a moment she was wrapped in golden light, looking like something divine and otherworldly, and then with great force she stuck her staff into the river and abruptly the water fled from it, forming two great towers on the side and leaving a clear path of river mud at the bottom.

"Wow, that's actually damn impressive… Hey, nidaime-sama, can you do that?" Jiraiya asked, turning to the nidaime.

"… I've never tried." The man said reluctantly, staring down at Lee with raised eyebrows, which probably meant that he couldn't or it would take a lot more effort on his own end.

"Nice job, Lee!" Minato shouted down to her, watching as she turned back to grin and wave, looking for a moment like she would any other day of the week in Konoha.

"It'd be more impressive with the channel but this works too." Lee called back up, seemingly unconcerned by the rising pillars of water, or the stares they were all getting and the startled English cries from the civilians around them.

"…How can she just do that with no effort and I still can't do the tree exercise?" Haru asked, although whether he was asking god or Jiaraiya was anyone's guess.

"Well, life's hard, squirt." Was Jiraiya's rather lame explanation and earned a glare from Haru.

They stood there for a few moments, watching as Lee floated her way onto the side of the road where they were standing, her clothes and hair floating around her as if gravity had lessened itself and only reasserted when her feet touched the ground.

"So, now that you've seen some almost English jutsus I guess we're ready to call it a day, right?" Lee said, offering a grin to everyone, as she caused the staff to disappear from whence it came.

"Is that how you thought this was going to work out?" Jiraiya asked and whatever light-heartedness Lee had had in the past ten minutes disappeared.

She sighed, rubbed her temples and closed her eyes, and in a very impatient tone said, "Look, Jiraiya-sensei, I know you think this place is really cool but trust me… Something is going to go wrong. It's best to cut our losses and get out while the going is good before anything weird and surreal happens, trust me on this, England is terrible."

"Why don't you be a good obedient genin and put the river back where you found it?" Orochimaru said before adding, "It's actually somewhat sad that some of your brainwashed clones are more tolerable than you are."

The towers of water shuddered for a moment as Lee's expression darkened and then fell apart in great chunks and settled back into its usual flow and rhythm, "Why is it that nobody ever listens to anything I say? And which clone? You feed half of them to your giant snake! You're not talking about Emotional Support Lee, are you?"

Minato, instead of looking at Lee and Orochimaru bicker (an almost daily occurrence), instead turned to face the civilians who were looking at Lee and pointing. Pointing and saying words that Lee had told him, but that were too fast and out of context for him to really catch, something about magic and miracles and tricks and…

Like they'd never seen ninjutsu before in their lives.

There was some nagging realization in his head, something just out of his reach, but whatever it was sent waves of dread through him as he realized that they had miscalculated something. He just had no idea what it was, just that it involved civilians and ninjutsu.

"No, I am not talking about… Your Lab Assistant Lee is tolerable."

"Lab Assistant Lee? She doesn't even do anything! She just writes your stupid notes and does stupid measurements for you." Lee balked, her hands flailing about as they usually did when she was getting overemotional.

"And that's why she's the most tolerable."

Lee said nothing for a moment and then blurted, "… And that's why you have no friends!"

"That fails to make any sense at all." Orochimaru replied blandly.

"Oh, but it does! See, you just want to hang out in your lab all day feeding clones to your snake and cutting people open. You're like this evil scientist hermit who has to be dragged out for drinks by your weird perverted best friend who will probably spend the whole night trying to get laid." Lee was grinning again, her sharp aggressive grin, the kind that was meant to cut into the one facing it.

"…I'm the weird perverted best friend?" Jiraiya asked, looking kind of stunned, before adding, "Can we at least just call me the super pervert best friend?"

But both Orochimaru and Lee stoutly ignored him.

"And what does that have to do with anything?"

"… That's not the point!"

And that was when the English shinobi arrived.

They all sat more or less despondent inside the cell and stared out beyond the bars to the rest of the building. Waiting for Jiraiya, the nidaime, or even Orochimaru to come to some sort of consensus about where to go from here.

Because Lee had told them, when they'd first been confronted by the glowing ninjutsu sticks (glowing strange colors that chakra just didn't make), and she'd readied herself for a fight she had reminded them that they could leave at any time.

All they needed was to tell her when and they were gone.

But they'd waited, allowed themselves to be ushered through the streets (not teleported though the English shinobi had tried), and finally into this holding cell and now…

"Alright, Minato-kun, run this by me again, what law exactly did they say we broke?" Jiraiya asked, rubbing at his face wearily.

"Something called the statute of secrecy… law of secrecy. Basically, they said you can't perform jutsus in front of civilians. Or at least… That's what it sounded like." Minato said, and that was basically what they had said (in disbelief that Minato and Lee hadn't been familiar with the idea), but they hadn't explained the numerous civilians inside of the hidden portion of the village, behind the fuinjutsu wards in the stone walls, who clearly were witnessing jutsus left and right.

The ones who had confronted them, yes they were certainly shinobi (although their crimson uniforms practically painted targets on their backs), but everyone else… Everyone else was what Minato would label as a civilian.

"I told you England makes absolutely no sense." Lee interjected earning a glare from everyone else in the cell.

Plus, if those people really weren't civilians, then how could the hidden village even survive without them? Most of what ninja did was for civilians, everything else for the village itself, without those civilian based missions everything would be... Well, missions of dire importance to the village.

And a hidden village simply couldn't be self-sustainable like that.

"What about Lee-chan's old neighbor, Figg-san, McGonagall-san used quite a few jutsus with her around." Jiraiya said, rubbing at his face, "And she was definitely a civilian…. Even with all those nin-cats."

"Well, I…" Minato started then trailed off because he didn't know, he couldn't tell what the difference was.

"…Maybe there isn't really a law. Maybe they just made up a reason to get us in here. Maybe they just want Lee and her crazy jutsus back." Haru said, his eyes on Lee, and Minato turned to look at her too eyes widening in realization because that made a lot of sense.

If they wanted Lee, if they wanted as little resistance as possible, then throwing them off balance and locking them behind fuinjutsu wards like this might be the best way to go about it. By distracting Jiraiya, the nidaime, and Orochimaru with the situation and unfamiliar opposition it might be the best time to reclaim Lee and her bloodline.

But then why not make up some law that made a little more sense?

"Then why haven't they tried to separate us yet?" Lee asked, her eyes narrowed, exuding that dangerous edge barely hidden by her casual posture, "They've had plenty of time already. And besides, they should know that it would take more than they are willing to give to get me to stay in this place."

And that was why they'd stayed in the cell so far, waiting for whatever happened with this, waiting to see what these shinobi had to offer and what Konoha should think of them. Would they be like Suna, reluctant allies at best, the fallen Uzushio which had been a sister village in all but name, or irrevocable enemies like Iwa?

Footsteps sounded, all six looked over to see one of the shinobi who had originally taken them to the cell followed by none other than a relieved, exasperated, and panicked McGonagall Minerva, "Eleanor Lily Potter! I swear, even if you look exactly like Lily, you are James through and through! Only your father could inflict this kind of madness in one morning."

Lee just blink, hopped off the bench and brushed off her clothes, "Oh, looks like our bail just got paid."

It was by luck that Minerva found out that Eleanor Potter was once again in England with her strange companions. Extreme luck, really. All just from light hearted conversation with Nymphadora Tonks as she was passing through Diagon Alley as she mentioned a group of six foreign troublemakers who had broken the statute of secrecy and then some.

Honestly, parting a major river and blowing up muggle cameras left and right, then going so far as to resist arrest and refuse to be apparated, walking through the streets of muggle London in full wizarding attire. The missed coordinates of apparition were understandable (happened quite frequently to be honest) but the rest was absurd, and something James would have found hilarious she was sure.

Of course, as they were foreign and it was an apparent first offense they'd just get off with a hefty fine and a hefty warning but still…

Six overly powerful wizards who for whatever reason didn't carry wands, three children, one a little girl with red hair and green eyes, as well as three adult men, two with white hair and strange markings on their faces.

And just like that Minerva found herself rushing to the temporary holding cells in the ministry, sending a frantic patronus to Albus (not making that mistake twice), forsaking her trip to Gringotts for the day, and bullying her way through to find Eleanor Potter and her rather familiar companions behind the bars of a jail cell.

A bit of haggling and intimidating former students later and Minerva and the six strangers were walking out into Diagon Alley. They looked… well, she wasn't sure, it wasn't the awed wonder of muggleborn students or the apprehension of the muggle parents but it wasn't the matter of fact taken for granted look of purebloods either.

The man with white hair and red eyes, the second Shadow of Fire Minerva believed Ellie had called him, was looking at everything with raised eyebrows as if he wasn't quite sure what to think of it but also wasn't quite sure he approved.

The other man she'd met before, the larger man with white hair and red tribal markings, also looked as if he was trying and failing to make sense of everything and was settling for being slightly uncomfortable. Every once in a while he'd mutter something in that foreign language to either the dark haired man or the Shadow of Fire and only receive glares of irritation back.

And that new dark haired man with the purple marks on his face… It was a terrible comparison to make, and one she wasn't sure why she was making because merlin knew he looked nothing like… But some part of her shivered when she stared at him and those cold golden serpentine eyes and another part of her remembered the dark lord.

Minerva tried to put that out of her head, the shadow of the dark lord was still a terrible thing more than ten years after the fact, and instead focused on something she had overwhelming familiarity with, namely cleaning up a Potter's latest mess.

And honestly, it was a bit relieving, she'd seemed nothing like her mother and father in that last meeting so to know that there was something of her parents still in her… It was good to know that James and Lily could at least live through her.

So Minerva pulled on the girl's ear, making a silent decision to drag them all to the Leaky Cauldron, sit them down, and get to the bottom of everything. The girl hopped along looking balefully up at her but didn't offer any protestations while the blonde boy speedily kept pace with them looking at the girl with concern.

"Honestly, what were you thinking, breaking the statute of secrecy? And in such a blatant ridiculous manner! I've never heard of such a thing, parting the Thames…" Minerva shook her head, she honestly wouldn't have believed it was possible, not from a girl her age.

"Moses did it." Ellie said, imitating James when he was sulking and caught red-handed to a tee.

"Don't think you can get out of it with that excuse, lass! You can't just go using magic against muggles, it's a very serious law! They were lenient on you because you're young and foreign but if you get three offenses they'll snap your…" Minerva trailed off, all sense of familiarity bleeding away, as she realized that Eleanor Lily Potter did not have a wand. That none of these men following behind her, looking at the windows and the shops, at the witches and wizards appeared to have wands.

(But how in the world was that possible? Every magical civilization used wands? True, there were some who had once been runic based but those had faded over the ages and… Every modern magical society made use of the wand.)

"That's right, you don't have a wand, do you Ellie?"

"Nope, I don't even need to use hand seals." Eleanor said with a bright grin and added almost conspiratorially, "I am the goddess of chakra manipulation."

"What is a muggle, exactly?" A soft, unfamiliarly accented, voice asked.

She looked over to find the blonde boy staring back with a very intent look, she wouldn't have thought possible in a boy his age, just as Ellie often looked at her in a way that no child should be capable of. His eyes were the sort of blue that could range between a soft summer sky and jagged broken ice in the depths of winter.

"Oh, right, did I not explain that last time? I'm sorry, I think I forgot to ask your name before you disapparated without warning." Minerva offered weakly, and really, it had been in the middle of the meeting without any warning at all. Minerva wasn't even sure she'd made it through all of the necessary information about Hogwarts because of it, or through all of Ellie's own personal history…

She hadn't even gotten around to asking Eleanor to attend, telling her about her family's legacy, how they would have wanted her to attend the school even if she did have to start a few years later than she should have.

"Minato Namikaze." The boy said and then proceeded to point to the others behind them, "And over there is Haru Matsuda, our genin teammate, Jiraiya our sensei, Tobirama Senju the second Shadow of Fire, and Orochimaru who was Jiraiya's teammate and part of the legendary three."

And again there were those foreign words, ones she didn't know and couldn't place, sensei seemed obvious but words like genin were not so easily explained.

After they had left the first time she had done a bit of research into the magical east, into their own academies and schools, but somehow they had not seemed half so foreign as these men from the Village Hidden in the Leaves.

Everywhere from London to Tokyo they used wands, learned spells, went to magical schools, and specialized in known familiar arts. Perhaps some things were taught differently, perhaps there were different cultural specialties, but… but they had all used wands and spells.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Namikaze." She said before adding, "As for your question… I'm sure you have your own word for them in your language but a muggle is someone who doesn't have any magic."

The boy stared at her again for a few moments, his brow furrowed in confusion, and slowly he said, "They must have some chakra, everybody, even civilians have chakra."

There, at least, was a word she could easily place. Chakra must be their word for magic and again that word civilian for muggle.

"Well, that's been a subject of controversy for millennia, and one whose definite answer still isn't known. Perhaps muggles do have magic but simply can't access it, perhaps they have none, or perhaps they simply don't have a large enough magical core. Regardless, for whatever reason, muggles can't use magic like we can." She watched to see how he'd react to this, disagree vehemently like a pureblood, or else become offended as some muggleborns did, but the boy's face was almost impossible to read instead there was only that look of calculation.

Of thoughts whirring and being placed together to form a more complete picture.

"So then, you can be a civilian without being a muggle." The boy summarized uncertainly.

"I… I suppose, it depends what you mean by civilian."

The boy looked at Ellie in desperation, silently conveying that she should ask for the necessary clarification. The girl looked around them and began pointing at people scurrying through the streets, "Well, someone like her, or him, or that man selling the books, or that baker over there… People who aren't shinobi and don't use jutsus… Nope, Minato, I'm confused by this too. I think we should just settle with muggles equaling civilians."

"But that's not…" The boy switched to the other language, his native language, and then Ellie and him proceeded to bicker pointing at this person and that person and herself quite a few times. They didn't even stop when they'd reached the Leaky Cauldron and Minerva had herded the whole group into a table in the back all while the patrons watched and once the children started the adults started getting into it too, everyone cutting over the other, and Jiraiya bellowing over all of them.

And every once in a while she would catch those somewhat familiar words, chakra, jutsus, and shinobi but everything else flew past just that it had something to do with muggles and whatever they called civilians.

Then suddenly, Ellie was speaking in English again, "Also, just, while we're on the subject of who's actually a shinobi, is Mrs. Figg an infiltration specialist?"

"What, Arabella?" Minerva asked, her mind scrambling for some foothold, before she flushed realizing what Ellie must have meant. And this was a conversation she had hoped to avoid, would avoid with any English speaking student and her family, but it struck her that Ellie Potter really had no idea and was getting the very wrong impression (going so far as to think Arabella was a spy of all things), "No, Arabella is… Well, I don't like to tell other people for her. Well, Arabella is a squib."

"A squib." Ellie repeated dully, her eyebrows raising, looking highly unamused with this new word.

"A squib is… Well, sometimes when wizards and witches have children, the child doesn't always have magic. When this happens that child is called a squib. Of course, there's nothing shameful in being a squib…"

"So they're muggles." Ellie cut in before Minerva could try to explain the intricacies.

"What? No, no they understand the wizarding world and were born in it…"

"Oh, so muggles are civilians born and living outside of the village while squibs are civilians inside of it!" The blonde boy exclaimed looking very proud at having made this connection until Ellie turned to him and dully said, "Minato, Mrs. Figg lived in Little Whinging, not the Village Hidden in London."

Minato's face fell and his cheeks became pink with embarrassment and he rubbed the back of hair while muttering excuses in his native tongue.

"I think we'll just settle with muggles being equivalent to civilians." Ellie finally said before sighing, "So, Professor McGonagall, here we are, again. You were talking about the academy as well as my clan last time we met, also about that one time I blew up an S-ranked missing nin as an infant."

"Right, well, yes… Yes, let me see…" Minerva started, trying to think, but as she did the worst thing that could happen in that moment did.

It had been a wonder no one had asked so far, that no one had pointed and looked and put two and two together, because the girl looked so much like her mother and her father. Perhaps it was her intimidating companions, perhaps it was her own foreign clothing, and her tendency to slip into a foreign language.

But Tom, who had brought over several pints of butter-beer from the bar, finally got a good look at her and in too loud of a voice exclaimed, "Blimey, it's Eleanor Potter!"

"Holy shit, they think she's a god."

It was Jiraiya's genin, the one Tobirama was the least familiar with, who came to this conclusion. And the sad thing was that Tobirama couldn't find evidence that he was wrong. When the bartender had recognized Eru, had called her by her longer foreign name, every eye in the room had turned to them.

And suddenly there were people sobbing, people crowding around to touch her, grasp her hands and shake them rapidly, some even reaching to pull off her headband or else to stroke it, looking at her in a way that people might look at the sage of the six paths himself. This went beyond adoration and respect for a kage, for even Hashirama himself, this was…

A sort of madness.

"No, no… They just… Uh… Minato, can you ask McGonagall-san to kindly explain what the hell is going on?"

Minato was just staring open mouthed, listening to the words these people were saying, that McGonagall was saying to tell them to back off and give Eru some space.

"They think Lee, Eru Lee, is a god." Haru repeated, with the stunned look of someone who had been struck on the head, Tobirama was feeling quite similar.

"Surely no fool would mistake Eru Lee for a benign god." Orochimaru muttered, and again Tobirama couldn't bring himself to contest this either, because Lee while capable of raising the dead was neither good nor evil but instead some strange ineffable thing in between.

Eru Lee, herself, was looking increasingly panicked, as any shinobi would with their hands occupied for too long of a time. Her eyes kept darting towards them and Tobirama as if asking permission for what she hadn't bothered to last time.

If this was the time to pull out and return to Konoha.

And honestly, he didn't really know, was beginning to feel on edge himself because he truly didn't. No one here had the chakra reserves capable of matching their party, only McGonagall Minerva was close with a specialized jonin's reservoirs or that of an exemplary chunin, and none seemed suited for combat.

Even their brief altercation with the shinobi at the river had amounted to nothing, taijutsu alone was enough to avoid their linear ninjutsu attacks as well as their pitiful attempts to grab them physically, they had been slow and unpracticed and more relied almost solely on the slim wooden sticks through which they channeled their chakra and performed jutsus.

Their reliance was such that the chakra of everyone in this country, everyone within the hidden village, seemed to gravitate towards whichever arm they used to hold the wand so that almost none was left for the rest of their limbs.

And they didn't even seem to realize this.

As it was the day was becoming more and more surreal as it passed and Tobirama, like the girl, was beginning to find himself truly unnerved.

If they taught some of their infiltration specialists English, hell if they taught their codebreakers and ANBU the language, then this show of diplomacy and use of Eru Lee as bait would no longer be necessary. They could watch, observe, and approach these people at their own discretion after understanding everything they needed to without risking a bloodline more powerful than the Uchiha.

Here, with three newly minted genin, sitting in the back of a crowded bar swarmed by people attempting to touch Eru Lee, he felt unreasonably exposed.

"Minato!" Jiraiya exclaimed and in a daze Minato looked back to them, blinking, still keeping a wary eye towards the hand shakers.

"Um, they say that… They're calling Lee the girl-who-lived, they say that she… that she won the war, that they're very grateful to her, that they owe her… And they want to see the scar from when it happened… And…"

"Sensei, I'm really freaking out." Eru Lee exclaimed, leaning backwards with alarm from the latest English shinobi, practically sitting in Minato's lap to get out of the way, "I don't think I like being Gandalf Jesus."

Finally, the crowd seemed to listen to McGonagall after a shouted order, with embarrassment they all turned back to their own meals and conversations, and finally left the vicinity of the table.

Eru Lee took a too long swing of the golden liquid in front of her, shuddering as she did so, her hands looking as if they were itching for a kunai.

McGonagall placed a hand over her eyes and in a contrite tone began speaking, Minato still staring at Lee didn't respond for some time, just kept watching her but then slowly he repeated what McGonagall had said, "I am terribly sorry that I did not think to warn you. I had forgotten that these are things you wouldn't know, being foreign, and that Eru Lee herself would not know. When the dark lord died that night, when his spell backfired and Ellie survived, the war was over. A war that we were certain to lose, one where so many had died, was over because of this miracle. Because Eru Lee had survived… the curse of death."

The curse of death. It was probably a last minute translation on Namikaze Minato's part, but those words resonated, in a way that allowed him a glimpse into what these people saw when they looked at this girl. The curse of death, they were all victims to the curse of death, it was a destiny that none could escape.

Except for her, and for him and his brother on her behalf, somehow she had escaped that destiny that humanity had been condemned to without any explanation as of why. Only the idea that Eru Lee was the product of more than a simple blood limit and was something they had never truly seen before.

"Right, is that going to happen everywhere?" Jiraiya asked, Minato dutifully translated, to which the woman sighed and gave a small nod and a small explanation.

"She has been missing for over a decade, Dumbledore Albus put her into hiding soon after the war had ended, people were very distraught when she disappeared. Now that she's returned…" Minato trailed off, whether that was where the woman had ended was unclear, but what was clear were the implications.

"I wonder, Jiraiya, do you think these people would go to war over a single genin?" Orochimaru asked, perhaps a bit too eagerly, no doubt thinking of his experiments and of proving his mettle in battle once again.

"…Can we please go home now?" Lee finally asked, sounding far too desperate for her own good, but for the first time that day everyone seemed to be in agreement.

Even Tobirama himself.

(And, once again, before Minerva McGonagall could truly make herself understood, convince Ellie Potter to attend Hogwarts, or even understand what it was Ellie Potter did in this foreign country there was a large crack and she was left with a round of butter-beers and nothing to show for it.)

Later, after requesting a memory of the meetings with the foreigners from Minerva, Albus' eyes would linger upon the dark haired man with golden eyes and something in him would crack with a great realization as well as the idea that somewhere beyond his reach a piece of the dark lord had returned in a new form.

To his former student Tobirama offered only this explanation, "… It's just not worth it."

Author's Note: I'll admit, originally there was going to be a case of mistaken identity with Orochimaru as Voldemort in the fic itself (rather than implied) and a whole epic showdown because of it... But this was getting long, and I kind of want to return to the land of my main fics once I get through the latest batch of side fics. So you can just imagine that instead.

Written for the 600th review of "Minato Namikaze and the Destroyer of Worlds" by SergeantMeow who asked for a fic where we see similar themes to what happened in "English Vacation"... That, as you can see, turned into this sequel.

Thank you for reading, reviews are greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Harry Potter