Suiyoubi - Turning Japanese

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Hello! I'm STILL tiptoe39 and I am STILL over the moon to be your host for comment_fic this week.

I got my start in fandom from anime. And I love it. But anime's not all there is to Japanese culture. Everything from sushi to lucky cats in store windows to the word "honcho" is borrowed from the land of the rising sun. Today, let's give our prompts a little Nippon flavor. That can mean a Japanese fandom, Japanese characters, or just a Japanese concept or word in the prompt. Interpret as liberally as you like.

As always, obey the rules:

• Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
• No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
• If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.

Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts:

• Leverage, team, "Let's go steal a tea ceremony."
• Hana Yori Dango, Rui, he still thought of her when he stepped onto the landing of a staircase
• Doctor Who/Angel, author's choice of Doctor(s)/Companion(s), karaoke night at Lorne's

If you don't see inspiration blooming like the cherry blossoms, take a walk through our Lonely Prompts and make a paper crane out of one of them instead.

Ganbatte!

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Leverage/Naruto

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http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/232162.html?thread=47917794#t47917794

(Leverage, kinda Naruto crossover - Same world as this (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/148234.html?thread=31584522#t31584522))

Nathan Ford had been daimyo of a great and prosperous village when his young son had fallen sick. No knowledge within the village or without could heal him, though Nate was not lax in seeking an answer. After his son's death, he fled his home and the village he had long tended.

Nate had originally intended to find someone who would take him on as a worker - some kind of mindless labour - and work out the rest of his days in anonymity, far from anything that might remind him of the life he had so recently lost.

It had been a good plan, and might have worked had it not been for the three he had come across when he had joined the team working to build the bridge in the Land of Waves. They had been identified to him as trouble makers and law breakers, chained to the structure of the bridge where they were working and not allowed to break for lunch like the others, given only water intermittently.

When one day he was assigned to work nearby to one of the three - the girl with glowing blonde hair much like his wife's - he tried to strike up conversation with her, sharing his lunch with her when she ignored his conversation but was drawn by his food. It was then that he noticed the chakra seal on her skin - poorly scribed, but enough to contain a force far more powerful than this child looked likely to carry with her.

He didn't comment, only continued to observe until he had a chance to work with the young man, tall and dark skinned. He too carried a chakra seal, but unlike the girl he had no fear of talking and named himself Alec, a ninja from the South.

"We were scouting the area South of Wave," he told Nate easily when he was asked. "Parker and I. In preparation for our employer's visit." Hardison glanced around him. "But we were ambushed, and they got our chakra chained and they don't feed us so we're not strong enough to fight our way out of this. Our employer won't risk himself, but she sent her Samurai..." Alec trailed off, his eyes on their third, separated from them across the other side of the bridge. "There must be some serious power here if they got chains on Eliot so easily. I mean... I'm good at traps and surveillance, it's what I do. There was *nothing* there when we walked into... what ever we walked into."

"Who's your employer?" Nate had asked, curious for the rest of the story.

"They call her Sophie."

And Nate knew from that moment that he would not be fading into anonymity here, today.