Chapter 6
"Keep your pants on,"
Itama glared at Harley, leaning on the barside.
It had been about two weeks since the Shinigami shoved them into the portal, forcing them to join what seemed to be a strip club designed for women. He had nothing wrong with women, it was just that they always managed to grab for him.
He was bloody 10!
"Yes, Dad." Itama grumbled. Some women fanned their faces, flushed.
They thought that Harley and Itama held a kinky daddy relationship. It made him feel sick.
"Yo, Rider and Wrath! Some guys here need something," The club leader--Alice-- called them over, tugging Harley by the arm.
Harley nodded quietly, wincing at the sharp tugging. Itama followed loyally, like a dog. They both stopped in front of a group of four, three of which were children. Harley sent a scathing look to the only adult.
The adult, a blonde man with bright blue eyes, looked confused before realising what Harley was glaring at him for. He flushed in horror and shook his hands. "I-It's not like that, I swear!"
Itama looked down at the three kids, raising an eyebrow. A black haired boy that resembled the Uchiha clan too much for Itama's comfort, a Hatake with a face mask and a civilian girl with purple squares on her face who was enjoying herself too much.
"Dad, any idea why they're here...?" Itama asked, watching as the children and adult flushed slightly. Except the Hatake, who just sent him a disgusted look.
"Well, ask them." Harley replied.
"Oi, little shits," Harley glared at Itama. "Why're you a strip club? Unless that is what you all want, then I must say that we have an age limit." Itama drawled.
The blonde adult winced. "We're from Konohagakure... we are on a mission to collect information about..." He coughed with a blushing face. "A lost cat."
It was silent for a second before Itama erupted into laughter, bending over to slap his knee. Harley lifted a hand up to his mouth, snickering quietly.
"H-Hey, what're you laughing at?!" The Uchiha like boy yelled, taking a step forward.
Many of the other workers began chuckling, one dressed as a policeman walked over. He grabbed Harley's shoulder, having to stretch to do so, and smirked.
"'S alright, kiddos. We got this place fine withou' you. Go have fun." The policeman winked at Harley before walking away to a group of women.
Harley stopped laughing, blanched at the exchange, and stretched out a hand to the blonde adult. "My name is Harley, this is my kid Itama. What's your names?"
"Oh, my name is Namikaze Minato. This is Uchiha Obito," The boy grinned proudly. "Hatake Kakashi," He frowned from behind his mask and looked away with a flush. "And Nohara Rin."
The girl skipped over to Itama and shimmyed up close with a flirty smile. "Hello, Itama-Kun."
"I am too old for you, kid." Itama drawled with a glare. Jokes on her though, he was actually four years younger.
Rin looked slightly heartbroken before sending a smile towards Kakashi, bouncing back. Itama saw the Obito boy looked mildly hurt.
"Anyway, we'll help find the cat. What does it look like...?" Harley herded the small group outside, motioning for Itama to prepare.
Itama walked away, towards the back of the club and grabbed a bag. He began walking back after slipping a hand into the bag and tugged out a hoodie, shoving it on his body. A skull mask followed, covering his face.
He handed the bag to Harley and walked ahead of the group, breathing heavily. Harley rolled his eyes at the Senju before copying his previous actions.
"A tabby with black paws." Minato explained.
"Any special scents?" Harley's voice was muffled as he put on the skull mask.
Kakashi spoke up. "Tuna with a hell of alot of rose perfume, courtasy of the cat's owner." He spat out the word cat.
Harley stopped the group, a hand on Minato's chest.
"We've got this, no need to follow," Itama let out a growl and leapt into the trees. Harley nodded and followed.
It was quiet for a second before Obito spoke up. "Anyone else smell smoke?"
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Team 7 waited for a few minutes before a shriek of a cat filled the air, a tabby with black paws sprinting into the clearing where team 7 waited,
Obito yelled in shock when the cat barreled into him.
A dark snarl and shadow followed after, a skeleton on fire running into the clearing.
Minato leapt into action, holding a kunai out as he placed himself in between the threat and his studants. Another skeleton followed more calmly, lifted a hand to grab the other's shoulder.
Neither of them wore shirts, possibly burned off. The students gaped in horror at the ribs, being able to see right through them. Obito clutched the cat in fear, staring right into the eye sockets of the calm skeleton.
Harley, the calm skeleton, began to melt back into his original form. Rin and Obito took in sharp breaths at the naked torso of Harley and the fact that the--seemingly-- nice man could turn into a flaming skeleton that wanted to murder a cat.
Harley smiled, tilting his head slightly. "Sorry for scaring you all. Itama gets over excited."
'Itama' snarled, hunching over with sharpened teeth instead of dull teeth like Harley's other side.
"O-Over excited?!" Minato yelled in anger. His eyes widened from Harley's transformation. "You were just a fire skeleton!"
"Ah, yes." Harley mulled. He smirked with lidded eyes, his eyes seeming to glow. "We are from a special clan that can turn into certain sides, all of which are fire skeletons. I am the only one able to create more of us."
Itama finally transformed back, stretching his arm to scratch his head. He looked away with a flush of embarrassment.
"I am the Ghost Rider, the father of sorts. Itama is the Ghost of Wrath. We have yet to... convert more people due to the need being that the person has to be dead and transformed within twenty four hours." Harley explained.
A thud echoed into the clearing as Obito collasped.
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