Avenging the Falsebearer
Yes! My very first fic! I'm Rua...and this is an HPxYGO. Yes, there are many of those out there...but please give it a try! And this fic is dedicated to Briallyn (read her story! So good!)...who helped me get started...and told me how to get things to work on here, because I couldn't do it myself! --; It's right before the final sealing and after the Memory World...so, there will be spoilers in later chapters. And yes, I shamelessly stole the title of one of the chapters in HP, and the letter. But they were needed!
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or YGO and their characters...but I'll steal Ryou! -runs off with Ryou cackling evilly-
Yami to Hikari, Hikari to Yami, general mind action and w/e: blah
The Cave
The sky was still darkening, but the night was already unnaturally cold. Few people were out at night anymore, because, apart from it being unbearably foggy, it seemed that the atmosphere was sucking the very happiness out of the air. This held true everywhere including in a small English village, along the cliffs overlooking the sea. The streets were deserted for no one would leave the warmth of their home if they could help it, save for a lone figure cloaked in black. He made his way out of the village, walking swiftly and silently.
He barely registered his surroundings; his mind was focused on the task ahead, calculating his next actions with careful precision. He climbed down the rocky edge with almost inhuman speed, all the while repeating in his mind exactly what he needed to do. His heart was racing with anticipation; he hadn't done this for so long…
He jumped the last few feet of slippery rock, landing gracefully on the half-submerged boulder nearest to the cliff face. He scanned the hard wall of stone in front of him, until finally –
'And there it is.'
There was a small crack at the base, leading into the very heart of the stone. He knew of two ways he could reach his destination; he could swim as he had previously, but now that he knew exactly where he was headed, another option had opened up for him. He could swim, or…
He reached into the back of his mind for an old, faded memory. He mentally made a grab for it, and smirked triumphantly when the fuzzy images played themselves out in front of him.
He lazily pushed away the messy ebony bangs that were blocking his view. From what he could tell, he was in a large chamber, but far from alone. There were many around him; about his age, though he couldn't tell how he knew that, because all of their faces were blurry. He focused on the front of the room, where a man had been speaking. 'An Apparition Instructor' his mind supplied.
"There are three things you must remember when Apparating, the three D's! Destination, Determination, and Deliberation–"
The memory suddenly began to disappear in a massive vortex of colour and sound and he grimaced as he was freed of the memory's hold. 'Damn…' he thought. He had been hoping for more and was left with exactly what he had seen before. He was just fortunate that it was suitable for his purpose.
He concentrated on a simple image in his head. A cave, smooth, blank walls surrounding on three sides, and behind, perfectly carved stone steps leading into the swirling black water. He concentrated, willing all of his being to appear there, and gave a quick turn. A pressure came in from all sides, everything went black, it was as if giant hands were grasping him, squeezing tightly –
And he was there. He took a few staggering steps, steadying himself with one hand against the smooth surface of the wall. After a moment of recovering, he strode forward, his hand never leaving the wall, as if feeling for a something invisible. After a few moments of silent contemplation, he paused, stroking one spot repeatedly.
He had found it - he knew what to do. From inside his robes, he drew out a small dagger, with a hand-carved mahogany handle. He slowly pushed up the left sleeve of his cloak up to his shoulder, revealing pale skin and a long scar. He traced it with the flat side of his blade.
"I'm sorry…" he murmured, before biting back a sharp cry as he reopened the scar. He held his arm up to the wall, painting it a dark red. He watched, satisfied, as an archway of silver light formed around the rock and the blood, and it all simply vanished, leaving a doorway into complete darkness.
'Darkness…' He smirked at the thought. As if that would ever stop him! He thrived in the darkness. He was about to walk forward when a timid voice made him pause.
Yami, you never told me... What are you trying to do?
He growled in annoyance. "Do we have to discuss this right now?"
He felt a surge of guilt seep through their mental link. I'm sorry, you're right. I shouldn't have bothered you...
The voice began to fade away and he cursed mentally. He had worked so hard to win back his trust! He couldn't lose it now! -No, Ryou! You do deserve an explanation at the very least. Just don't expect it to be too long. I can feel something stirring ahead.-
Right. The guilt was replaced with curiosity and he allowed himself to relax again.
"Revenge for someone long gone." He slipped his hand slipped into his pocket, and brought out a small golden locket, letting the tiny golden chains dangle from his hand as he split it open. After a moment of fiddling, it was done. He carefully removed a parchment fragment, and read aloud.
To the Dark Lord
I know I will be dead long before you read this
but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret.
I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.
I face death in the hope that when you meet your match,
you will be mortal once more.
R.A.B.
But Bakura... N-No, you - you can't go! Ryou stammered. We just... you can't! Why?
"Do you really think that the pharaoh will just let me walk away, especially after what I've done?" Bakura snapped. He felt Ryou's fear flood the link, and he sighed. "You remember what we did and all that I have done. He will find us soon, I can feel it. And I will pass on."
There was silence for a moment, and Bakura walked purposefully towards the entrance.
Before you do this... Please, answer this last question. The voice faltered for a moment before finally, Who... Who are you doing this for?
He halted just before the archway, and murmured so softly that Ryou almost missed it. "My last host, my Falsebearer... James Potter." And with that, Bakura walked into total darkness.
No, that's definitely not the end. Lots of details to explain, and such. So? Good, bad? Please review! Short, long, critical, I'll take it! I'll even take flames -hides mallet behind back, smiles innocently- What?
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-Latest editting (again, slightly) February 10, 2009
