Title: Apprentice of the Shark Demon

Author: Formerly PiperDreamer, now LonelyAura

Slant means thought

Disclaimer: don't own.

Warning! There will be swearing, and child abuse in this chapter. If you don't like, don't read.

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What happens when young Harry Potter uses accidental magic and

apparates to Mist and is now the apprentice of Kisame Hoshigaki?

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Six year old Harry Potter was running for his life.

Earlier that night Uncle Vernon had came home, angry as ever that he wasn't getting that proper respect from his peer at Grunnings.

He blamed Harry for this problem, never mind the fact most people didn't even know Harry existed.

The fat man had started smacking the poor boy around when suddenly Harry disappeared with a snap to the kitchen.

Harry had heard Aunt Petunia's before he saw her when he landed in her salad. That woman could put banshee's to shame.

After getting an even harsher beating from his uncle that had rendered him unconscious he re-awoke hours later in his cupboard.

Harry had been wondering how he got from the hall to the kitchen instantly and had written up as another freakish thing he did, after all, it seemed all freaky things was his fault.

He then stared to wish that he was somewhere else when with a pop he was in the living room, where he fell right onto the TV and with a loud crash broke it.

Hearing the heavy feet steps and the roars, Harry did the only thing that made sense at the moment: Run.

So without a second thought he ran to the front door, unlocked as fast as possible, and fled out into the dark night, with Uncle Vernon screaming 'boy' after him.

Now here he was hours later, running like a demon was chasing him, and in his mind it was a demon.

If his uncle caught him… Harry shuddered at the thought of, allowing it to fuel his legs faster.

Then a pair of headlights shown behind him, followed by an enraged "BOY!"

Harry felt his blood chill over, adrenalin pumping even harder on his already tired legs as he fought for breath.

But he tripped as he heard the car stop, and before he could get up he was viciously grabbed by color and brought face to face with a walrus of a man.

"Think you can do your freakish things and get away with it? Well boy your about to find out why I'm the better man, and you're the unwanted, worthless piece of shit."

And with that the man began to beat the small child, yelling the whole time.

"Nobody wants you!"

Harry felt his bruises get bruises, as he cried.

"Your superfluous!"

Harry bit his check till he tasted blood, trying to relive the pain.

"Unneeded!"

Harry cried hard, from the beatings he was receiving but mostly from the harsh words the cruel man said.

"Nobody would moan if you died!"

Harry tried to block out the words with pain, but didn't succeed.

"You are a NOTHING!"

Vernon screamed, breaking Harry's arm, causing the boy to scream.

Vernon continued to thrashing, but only after pausing long enough to say,

"Nobody cares about you, nobody wants you, and you will never be of use to anyone."

Harry's world was nothing but pain, with his uncle's words ringing through his head like an echo.

I'm nothing… nothing at all… unwanted… unneeded… the child thought, unable to tell about one blow from another, his conscious slipping away.

I wish… someone would save me… from this hell. I don't care if it's a creepy old man who likes little boys, a human trafficker or a mass murderer. Someone, anyone, please… save me.

Then he passed out, unaware that he had with an audible snap disappeared, leaving behind a shocked uncle.

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Now Kisame may not have been a genius, but he was pretty sure children didn't come from falling out of the sky like rain drops.

After making sure this wasn't some strange trap, Kisame walked over to where the boy laid fifty feet away, face down in a deep puddle.

After checking him over Kisame came to a conclusion; either somebody dump the gaki here while leaving no trace of ever being here or that baby-delivering stork story was true.

A blubbing noise brought his attention to the boy's head, which was still in the deep puddle.

Oh, so that's the noise. The kid's just drowning, Kisame thought disinterested.

Kisame stood up getting ready to leave but stopped.

In all honesty he had no qualm what so ever leaving the kid to die but he had recently had made a 10,000 ryou bet with Zabuza and Raiga that he was capable of doing good deeds.

It just goes to show that one should never make bets with one highly wasted man (Raiga) while the other was perfectly sober (Zabuza) while you're totally slobbering drunk off you own ass.

Well at least he got off it with the whole good deeds thing, Zabuza had made sure of that, of course Zabuza said he wanted fifty percent of the money should Kisame win.

Zabuza wasn't so kind to Raiga. He allowed the beered up man to go on and on.

Raiga was so shit-faced that he said that he'd pay the 10,000 ryo if Kisame actually went through with and dance in a pink tutu.

In front of the Mizakage.

While he was in the middle of a council meeting.

Kisame could only hope he could get a front row seat to the ridicule show.

Problem was, Kisame had trouble doing the charitable act. It wasn't that he couldn't do it; it was more on the lines that people were too terrified of him to allow him to be munificent.

Having his reputation and his looks tended to have a bit of a negative reaction from most people.

Turning his attention to the drowning boy, Kisame decided to lend a helping hand.

Hey, he was doing a kind act, getting money out of the deal and was going to watch Raiga humiliate himself in public! It was a win-win situation if he ever saw one!

Grabbing the brat by the back of his oversized shirt the blue-shinobi yanked the kid out of the puddle.

The small boy sputtered, coughing up the murky liquid.

The boy looked about six, far too small looking and weighted only a fraction of a normally six year-old. His clothes were far too big and worn out. His wet hair was black and clung to his face, and his closed eyes had a pair of broken glasses hanging loosely by his ears.

Judging by the brat's condition, he was either a street urchin who had recently got caught stealing, or had run from a very abusive family. Or both.

Then the child's eyes snapped open, revealing emerald eyes that were wide with panic as he thrashed about, causing his glasses to fall to the ground.

With a startled cry (whether it was waking up and finding yourself being a good four feet in the air or seeing Kisame, the shark-like shinobi didn't know) the boy suddenly vanished with a loud crack.

Kisame stared for a moment at his hand, shocked beyond words before another crack was heard, followed by a loud 'THUD' and a sharp cry.

Kisame looked up to where he heard the noise.

Upon seeing what had caused the noise, he stared, mouthing 'what the hell?'

Up in a tree, the boy that was moments before in his grip was hanging over a low branch, unconscious and in obvious pain.

How the hell did he do that? Kisame mind screamed once it was capable of computing normal thought process again.

That brat teleported! There was no way he shunshin, Kisame would felt at least a slight chakra path from one area to the other, but the kid didn't leave so much as a residue of chakra!

There's was no way he could of just teleport, unless…

The kid must have a blood limit! That was the only thing that made sense! He heard of some pretty strange blood limits, the Kaguya clan was a fine example of that.

But to be able to teleport without your enemies being able to pinpoint you or even know where you were going to show up was a deadly power.

If that kid could learn to harness that power…

A grin plastered onto the blue man's face. Oh, this day just kept getting better!

Looking at the gaki a little closer, Kisame winch slightly upon seeing the kid's position. The gaki looked as though he had done an extremely painful version of the splits; which in Kisame mind looked painful enough done right.

Kisame bent down to retrieve the boys glasses, before walking over reaching up to take the unconscious boy out of the tree, hoisting him onto his back like a sack of potatoes before heading off to the nearest medic.

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In regard to this story: Updating will be very, VERY slow, but it will continue, slowly but surely. I am making some changes to the plotline(age, mostly) but it will continue as the author had planned. You'll see changes here and there, getting bigger and bigger as I get up to more recent chapters.

For those that don't know, Raiga comes from some weird filler arc. I don't know what exactly I'll do with him… _