Okay so I'm a bad person and I haven't updated any of my ongoing fics for a while but I have started a new one... Sorry to any readers who have been waiting for other updates but this has been annoying me for about a week and I had to write it
Set in Order of the Phoenix, I'm not sure when in Yu-Gi-Oh. Probably won't have any other characters from Yu-Gi-Oh in this story but you never know... no slash probably only canon pairings sorry if characters seem OOC but I'll try my best. I own nothing now on to the story.
Ryou Bakura sighed in relief as he turned the door handle, pleased that the key had worked in the old lock and he wouldn't have to resort to other methods. He sneezed as the movement of the door shifted some of the thick layer of dust coating everything inside the previously deserted house, but smiled and relaxed as he stepped further inside, remembering all the good times they'd had there. The house hadn't been opened in the last eight years, not since Ryou and his father left England for Japan, but still everything seemed in a good condition, meaning he wouldn't have to do too much to make it liveable. A few days of intensive cleaning is all it would take.
During this time Ryou barely left the house- only leaving for groceries and necessary cleaning materials. He smiled widely, ignoring the scathing remarks inside his head about how happy he was that he'd wasted four days cleaning, as he wiped away the last of the grime in the front room, and basked in the cleanliness of the house. Looking out and noticing that it was only mid afternoon, Ryou decided that he should reacquaint himself with the neighbourhood, so grabbed a jacket and locked up. He breathed in the cool outside air as he slowly made his way down the road, admiring the neatness of the surrounding houses, which his now matched. He grinned as he spotted the park he used to play in as a child, bounding towards the swings as excitable as he was then. So far he had no regrets about moving back the England, only that he had to leave his friends in Japan. He shook his head, deciding to instead think about how glad he was to be back, not about what he'd left behind. He looked up at the slowly darkening sky, smiling as he slowly swung back and forth.
He stopped suddenly, frowning deeply as the gentle breeze that had been blowing became great gusts, and the grass around him began freezing over as he shivered deeply, pulling the thin jacket closer around himself. As the clouds suddenly covered the sun he spotted a light a small distance off, it seemed to be a tunnel of sorts. Ryou quickly ran towards it, hoping to get inside before the rain started, not wishing to walk home drenched, especially not in the cold wind. He reached the entrance before pausing, taking in the scene in front of him. A thin, dark haired boy was pushing a much larger boy against the wall of the tunnel, seemingly threatening him. Ryou took a step forwards as he heard them shouting, hoping to stop them before anything actually happened but only managed one step before an icy blast ran through the tunnel. He gasped at the cold, and then collapsed as his mind was suddenly overloaded with images of his past- his sister and mother dying around him, his friends being trapped in game pieces, the Millennium Ring burrowing it's spikes into his chest, his hand being stabbed onto the diorama of a castle. He cried out as the most horrendous moments of his life were replayed over and over in front of him, tears flooding down his cheeks. He managed to open his eyes long enough to notice he was suddenly inside his soul room, meaning Bakura was now in control of his body, before the stream of images carried his mind away again.
Bakura snarled as he heard his host crying in fear and pain, ignoring the images flooding his own mind, instead grabbing one of the many knives on his person. He glared at the spectral figure holding him against the wall, not noticing the glowing stag knocking away two other figures, and jammed his knife into the chest area of the spectre. He twisted it, wincing slightly in annoyance as a shrieking cry rang out, echoing around the tunnel, causing the other conscious person to look at him in shock. He dragged the knife through the body area of the spectre, up towards the gaping mouth. He gasped as he was dropped, falling in a heap on the floor, staring in shock as the figure shrieked once more before dissipating into a black mist which quickly faded span around, knife raised, as he heard a gasp behind him. He glared at the thin boy looking at him in shock, before turning back as he heard footsteps approaching the tunnel. He lowered the knife slightly as he saw Ms Figg from down the road enter the tunnel, frowning slightly as he heard her muttering about something called a Mundungus. Bakura put the knife away as both he and the thin boy approached the unconscious large boy laying on the floor. The thin boy froze as he noticed Bakura getting closer, jumping as Bakura picked up the other boy with ease, slinging him over one shoulder and walking with determination towards the end of the tunnel where Ms Figg was waiting.
"Oi, you." Bakura paused and turned slightly, addressing the shocked boy.
"M-Me?" He asked, pointing to himself in surprise.
"Yes you, where am I taking this lump?" Bakura shook his shoulder slightly, jostling said 'lump'.
"Uhhh-" the boy seemed too shocked to reply so Bakura rolled his eyes, turning to Ms Figg.
"Ms Figg, where am I taking him?" The thin boy seemed even more surprised by the respectful tone Bakura was using towards Ms Figg, causing Bakura to roll his eyes again.
Ms Figg smiled slightly at Bakura, "Just follow me dear, you too" she said nodding at the thin boy, "let's get Dudley home." Bakura strode forwards, seemingly not bothered by the large weight of the now named Dudley on his shoulder, not caring if the other boy was following, as he followed after Ms Figg.
They reached Privet Drive after a small while, having trudged along at Ms Figg's relatively slow pace. Ms Figg motioned that Bakura should follow the other boy, before retreating back inside her own home. He turned towards the other boy, realising he vaguely recognised him from around the neighbourhood as he fully saw him under the harsh streetlights lining the street. Messy black hair framed a pale face, with piercing green eyes, Bakura smirked at the confusion and fear he saw lingering in the green depths. He nodded slightly, prompting the other boy to step forwards and knock on the door to number four. As the door swung open, revealing a portly figure that was obviously related to Dudley, Bakura dropped the boy from his shoulder, leaving him in a pile on the welcome mat. Ignoring the shrieking woman, who had previously been hidden by the man's large stature, and now red faced shouting man, Bakura stepped inside the house and collapsed on their couch. His body went limp as he retreated to his soul room, intent on comforting his host as well as he could.
Ryou was pulled from the constant loop of memories as he was tackled from the side, collapsing with an unknown weight into the bed in his soul room. He opened his reddened eyes, blinking back tears, and caught sight of a shock of white hair in front of him. He wearily lifted one hand, trying to move away what he thought was his hair, meaning to tie it back and too exhausted to move enough to allow himself to lay in such a position where it wouldn't be in his face. His hand only made it partway towards it before the hair moved by itself, causing him to blink in surprise. He quickly realised his mistake as he saw the almost reflection of himself that was Bakura, then blinked again as he realised that Bakura had just tackle hugged him. Bakura sat back, blushing slightly and rubbing the back of his head awkwardly, before composing himself and staring straight on at Ryou, frowning slightly as he noticed the redness of his eyes and the slowly drying tear tracks on his cheeks.
"Bakura? What's wrong? Why-Why did you hug me?" Ryou asked, too confused to be overly surprised at this point.
"Well," Bakura stated, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, "I can't focus properly with you crying in the back of my mind, host, so I thought that I would shock you out of it by hugging you and look it worked." He nodded slightly, as if he were proud of a well thought out plan.
Ryou smiled slightly, realising that Bakura was worried about him (and wouldn't show it properly) and that this plan had indeed worked. "Thanks Bakura." He said softly, before turning over in the bed and burrowing himself under the covers, intent on sleeping now that the cycle seemed to have been broken. Bakura smiled as he stood, leaving for his own soul room, meaning to let the body rest for a while.
The reason Harry Potter characters' names aren't used much in this chapter is that, whilst it is third person, it is based on Ryou/Bakura and they don't know their names yet, so instead vague physical descriptions are used. Ms Figg seems to me to be one of those characters that everyone on her road knows, so that's why Ryou/Bakura know her name. Please don't mention that I've not named the characters as I do have a reason for this, if there are any other queries I am happy to answer them over PM.
Next chapter shouldn't be too long as I have some ideas, but I don't know as anything could happen... I have a seven hour drive tomorrow though so I should be able to do some then.
Thanks for reading, please review/PM me if there's anything you liked or disliked.