"Look into my eyes."

"OH KAMI-!"

Harley dropped the body as he turned, shrugging off his bag. He took out a large hunting knife and stared at the neck of his recent victim.

"Just take off his neck, honestly." The Shinigami snapped, frustrated.

Harley nodded and brought down the knife with a clean slice. His body melted back into flesh, the Ghost Rider's clothes almost dwarfing him. His Ghost Rider height was a whopping 7'8 while Harley was barely reaching 6'7.

"Next target is ten miles away and-" The Shinigami cut itself off. It turned it's head towards the tree line with a dark glare.

"What is wrong?" Harley asked.

"We have a witness."

A child stumbled out of the hedges, body almost shaking. It was a young boy just barely reaching the tender age of nine with snow white hair and dull red eyes. He looked horrified to ne spotted.

"Why're you here, boy?" Harley calmly asked with a smile that only seemed to scare the boy even more.

Harley was never good with children.

"W-Why should I tell you, t-trespasser!" The boy yelled in fear.

"Because, if you don't," Harley lifted a large manriki that draped along the forest floor, fire catching it like a simple piece of wood. "I would have to kill you."

The boy froze in terror before leaning into a stubborn fighting stance. "I'd like to see you try, Uzumaki scum!"

"Uzumaki...?" Harley asked aloud.

"That's your clan, is it not?!" The boy snapped. "You speak to yourself like there is another person, but it is just you and... m-me!"

"Now I know where I've seen him. He is the Senju clan heir, second born to Senju Hashirama and supposed to die in about seventy years during the first shinobi war. Something similar to your world wars one through nine."

Harley smiled at the small crack in the boy's voice. He pocketed his manriki and gently bowed. The boy almost gaped at the gesture.

"My name is Harley. I am a servant to the Shinigami and Mephistopheles. May I ask for your name, clan heir?"

The boy actually did gape at that. "T-The Shinigami...?"

Harley nodded.

"O-Oh... my name is-" The boy cut himself off with sceptical eyes towards Harley.

"I do not wish to harm anyone from your clan, only if you send me information when I need it," Harley said. He straightened up and began walking away, lifting a hand behind him. "Goodbye, clan heir."

"Wait! My name is Senju Tobirama!"

Harley paused for a second, turning his head to grin at Tobirama.

"Goodbye Tobirama-Kun, of the noble Senju clan." He annouced before disapearing.

Tobirama waited for a few seconds before collapsing with sharp and panicked breaths.

"W-What in Kami-Sama's name...?"

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Harley collapsed infront of Shukaku, his head in his hands. "Ack! I revealed myself like an idiot!"

"Not your fault, I'm sure. The Senju was just in the wrong place at the wrong time." Shukaku reasured.

Shukaku and Harley grew closer throughout the centuries of knowing each other, Harley being the older sibling figure due to a few hundred years on Shukaku.

Harley merely groaned in responce as he rolled around the cave floor, the cave only big enough to hold Shukaku; but it would not be for much longer.

"I'm a child...!" Harley whined.

"Compared to me, yes you are." The Shinigami sassed as it read a random scroll that litterally stretched out for miles, although invisible to the human eye.

Harley and Shukaku were not human though.

"What is wrong with me...?"

"Stop complaining!" Shukaku snapped after the last comment. "Not your fault, do not even try with me."

"But-"

"Butts are for buttheads!" Shukaku childishly replied with a glare.

Harley merely nodded with slumped shoulders. Shukaku whacked Harley over the head with his sand tail.

"I'm bored. Tell me everything about you," Shukaku leaned forward. "What's your... sexuality, is that what humans call it? What kind of human do you like? How many partners have you had...?"

"I am gay, yes that is what you call it. I like submissive types of people but I also like the little bit of sass given to me and a small bit of resistance. I have yet to have any partners due to my sexuality being dismissed alot from my time." Harley replied quietly, looking out of tue cave.

"What year did you live in?" Shukaku wondered aloud.

"1849..." Harley murmured with a thoughtful look. "Currently it would be year 2489. Of course, in my universe time is a much simplier concept. Someone that a fellow Ghost Rider knew had a stone that could control time, the eye of Agamoto I think it was called."

"Woah! That makes you like, 640 years old!" Shukaku gushed, his tail wagging like a dog.

"I am actually 641 this year..." Harley sheepishly admitted with a grin. His grin faltered. "Damn... I am old."

"Yeah! Not even Otou-Sama was that old!" Shukaku teased.

"Pah, you youngings. I am 100,465,364 years old today. Get on my invisible level." The Shinigami sniffed, shuffling his scroll a bit more.

Harley and Shukaku choked on air in shock, spinning to face the ghost demon of death. "A-A million years old!?"

"100,465,364 years." The Shinigami corrected.

Shukaku fainted with a loud thud as the Shinigami chucked a scroll at Harley, that thunked him in the head.

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"Hold... still!"

The body slumped, hitting the water like a rock. Harley's flaming manriki following steadily.

If Harley could've breathed, he would've been panting tiredly. But he could not because of the Ghost Riders need to burn his entire body the second it appeared.

"I-I see you managed to kill him, Harley-San..." A small voice called out.

The Ghost Rider turned to see Tobirama staring into the hollow skull that was once Harley's. The Ghost Rider glared and began to walk over until it smelt Tobirama.

"Pure..." It snorted with a grunt, backing away slightly.

Tobirama straightened up and blurted out, "I need a trump card."

There was a pause before a small "What?" came from the Ghost Rider.

"The Senju clan needs a trump card against the Uchiha. My brother has just unlocked his Mokuton style but that is not enough when the Uchiha have their Sharingan. So... we need a trump card and you're the only being that could possible help leval the playing field." Tobirama explained, sweating slightly. He did not want to be on the bad side of the flaming skeleton before him.

No matter how skilled he was against humans.

"Sin..." The Ghost Rider whispered with a shake of it's head. "Wrath and pride are sins."

"Wrath and... pride..?" Tobirama trailed off with a glare. "How is surviving a sin?!"

"You hate your enemies and pride yourself on your victories." The Ghost Rider explained as it began to walk away.

"We are just surviving!"

"Sinners... get burned."

Tobirama shut his mouth with his body shaking in anger.

"It's said that the great west was built on legends. Tall tales that help us make sense of things too great or too terrifying to believe." The Ghost Rider quoted, turning it's head ever so slightly to stare into Tobirama's eyes.

"That was what began the legend of the Ghost Rider."

And it disapeared with a loud scream and fire left in it's path.

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Now how would Tobirama explained his brown pants to his mother.