ALL NOVEL Chapter 5: Baelish(short)
Okay… next was the problems of the schemers in kings landing, there were two vipers there that he wanted gone and fast, Petyr Baelish and Varys. They were too dangerous to keep alive. The night of the tourney, Harry announced he would be leaving for his territory, alone. As soon as he was out of eyeshot, he used Kamui to teleport to the horizon repeatedly. He took 2 days to arrive at King's landing. He had to rest to restore his chakra, for such open use of long distance kamui was quite the drain on his reserves. He arrived at night and entered the city with the face of a random soldier he had seen at the army, thanks to the transformation jutsu. He snuck into the underground tunnels and pocketed two vases full of wildfire, making sure not to touch the liquid directly. With that in hand, he searched the keep, finding a sleeping Varys in his quarters. He spilled the green liquid around his bed and caused a spark to ignite it using fire nature transformation. By the time the fire had spread to the Eunuch's body and he started screaming, Harry was already gone. He didn't find Petyr in the castle, which was when he remembered that Baelish wasn't master of coin yet. He slapped his forehead and left the wildfire back in the underground tunnels. Petyr should still be at gulltown. With a frown, he turned his attention to Gulltown. With much the same tactic as previously, he kamui'ed towards gulltown. Another two days later, he arrived at the town and disguised himself as another random man. It wasn't hard to find out where Petyr lived, the whores were more than willing to give up his residence for a few golden dragons. Of course, he also used this opportunity to release some tension before his next kill. Laying with a woman felt great but he made sure not to arrive inside her, if his children could use chakra, he didn't want some bastard of his to be out there. Just to make sure, he watched her drink the moon tea.
At night, he entered Baelish's home, hiding in the shadows and prowling the small home that he called his own. He found Baelish in the study of the manse, counting coins and writing in his books.
[Petyr Baelish POV]:
I was studying the numbers, 21 golden dragons from that 'merchant' from Pentos, most likely a slaver here to kidnap children but he paid his due, so I didn't care. I wrote down 20 golden dragons, keeping one for myself and moved on to my whore houses profits. They were pretty low, most of the men were still with the host, leaving my whores without clients. It had been slow even before the war began. My whores had become complacent, I would need to evaluate them again, maybe import some whores from the free cities. They weren't slaves exactly but they had close to no chance of doing anything but be in my whore house. They didn't know the common Westerosi tongue, so they were easy to control and-
"You have truly made a lot of enemies", said someone from behind me. I spun around, grabbing for the knife at my side. I never was one for a sword but I could handle a knife, they were way easier to use. The man who had spoken was on the other side of the room, he had a hood up but I could see his brilliant Blue eyes and the golden locks falling down his face. He held in his hands a shortsword and had a wicked grin on his face. I studied the man, he was small, though muscular and he wore leather armor. An assassin? But why? I had been careful to not piss off anyone important. The pissers I took to their financial grave were farmers and guards, no one with enough money to hire an assassin, not one this good.
"Who are you?" I asked, as I slowly crept closer to the vial of poison I had stashed in one of my shelves. Breathing it in could paralyse anyone. I just needed to get to it and-
"Argh-!" A quick pain shot through my hand as it was pinned to the wall. An arrow, I thought at first but looking, it was a small knife, the likes I had never seen. It hurt like a bitch though, "by the seven! Why are you doing this? Is it gold you want? I can give you gold! Lots of it!"
My eyes darted to and from the man, then to the poison, just out of reach.
"I don't want your dirty money. You are crafty, cunning and ambitious. You are smart, too smart to be left alive. Your life was forfeited the moment I found you" the commoner spoke, his face not betraying any emotion.
"Who do you work for?" It was my desperate attempt to keep him talking, if only I could reach that vial…
"A man works for no one", he smiled, a wicked, wicked smile.
"'A man'?" I gasped, "are you a faceless one? Who gave your god my name? Was it that bitch Amelia? I knew I should've killed that whore instead of sending her to Lys"
The sword sang as it thrust across my throat, hot blood gushed everywhere and I felt the blood fill my airways. I was choking, desperately gasping for air, only getting blood into my lungs. I watched as the assassin took the knife from my hand and walked away. Free, I lunged at the poison, throwing it into the path of the assassin. He took a breath and I knew he was done for, someone would find him before the poison wore off and he would lose his head, for sure. But just as I saw him collapse, some kind of vortex appeared in the air and he was gone. The faceless men couldn't just vanish, could they? I didn't have much time to think about it as darkness overtook my vision and I drifted off.
[end POV]
Harry used kamui to escape into an alternate dimension, just before his whole body was paralysed. He laid there, conscious but unable to move for hours. When he finally regained his control, he left the dimension somewhere in the city of Gulltown, in an alley and he made his journey to his new land, using kamui to teleport. It took 3 and a half days before he arrived at the border of his new territory.