Nina- I haven't written in so long I aught to be shot. I'm actually really nervous about posting this and I'm not sure if I should continue it or not. If you think its worth bothering over and continuing, please let me know that you think so. If you think I should go to hell for writing such a craptacular story, let me know that too. Oh, and this is not beta-read. And I don't own YGO or HP. If I did, I'd be rich and they'd be yaoi. So yeah, me no own.
WARNING; this will be YAOI!! if your going to flame me for writing crap, don't let it be for this cuz you really can't tell in this chapter.
Chapter 1- Debt
Ever since he was born, Bakura Ryou knew things that no normal human should know. He could feel it in his very soul when the strings of Fate became irrevocably tangled and Destiny's plans were shattered beyond repair. It was no wonder that on All Hallow's Eve, 1981, Ryou couldn't help but feel the injustice done against fate.
The small one year old had been feeling upset all day. Actually he didn't know what the feeling was, just that something was going to go very wrong, very soon. The day passed slowly for Ryou, his uneasy feeling growing worse and worse. By the time the sun began its descent across the horizon, Ryou felt the uncontrollable urge to cry. Big, fat, silent tears rolled slowly down his face. The clock continued to tick, the sun continued to sink, and soon, Ryou was screaming hysterically along with his screams.
An woman with long silvery white hair pulled back into a bun sat calmly on her front porch waiting. Her daughter and grandson should be there soon, seeing as they had both been in hysterics. Her daughter called her less than 15 minutes ago, completely distressed that nothing she could do seemed to calm her son. Amane1 smiled softly, she was still the first person Amira thought to call when there was a problem despite their falling out almost 2 years ago when she first found out Amira was pregnant.
Amane heard the mother and child before she saw them. Amira had been right to say Ryou was in hysterics. She could hear the boy's crys down the street. As soon as mother and child reached her doorstep, Amane reached out, grabbing the child from his mother's arms and cradling him. Sensing his tension and worry, Amane quickly decided what she would do. "Do come in, Amira. Its been a while."
Amira quickly walked inside, her mother and crying Ryou following. The young mother paced quickly, obviously distressed by her baby boy's cries. Amane smiled at the love for Ryou she could feel from her daughter as she gently rocked the boy. Ryou's cries did not decrease in neither intensity nor volume.
"Oh my, how long has he been like this?" Amane asked cautiously.
"Hes been like that for more than an hour Mum. I… I just don't know what to do! He isn't normally like this at all."
Suddenly Amane had a revelation. "Poor child. Poor, poor child." She whispered to the babe. Turning to the mother she said, "There's nothing we can do I fear. He's one of those children."
Amira's eyes widened. Distantly, she felt relieved that her mother was the one holding Ryou, as she felt her extremities grow weak. "My poor baby. My Ryou." She shook her head as she tried to observe the information. No, her family had never been close to normal, but… why was her child blessed with this curse from the gods?
Harry Potter lie in the ruins of his home crying. The sound of the one year old's cries were muffled by the piles of broken wood and shattered glass surrounding him. Harry was the only thing that survived the destruction of the house and only luck had saved him from dying when the place fell apart.
It wasn't long before someone came for him, but it had been long enough. The huge burly man gently cradled the baby but Harry's cries would not cease. He was relentless, reaching out to something over the man's shoulder.
Harry, too young to understand that spirits did not exist2 (or to know what a spirit was), tried to grab the familiar lady behind the man who was holding him. He was stopped when she shook her head. He did understand that that meant "no."
"I'm sorry you can't come with me, Little one." She said, leaning through the man to kiss Harry's forehead, "It's not your time. Not yet."
Harry neither knew these words, nor remembered them long enough to understand them but he still felt comforted by them. Comforted enough to relax in the big man's arms and sleep peacefully.
In Domino City, Japan, another child, this one not quite one yet, just finished his first 5 piece puzzle. He was given hugs, kisses and treats for completing such a feat. Giggling happily, he pointing to another game. If doing that made the people around him that happy, maybe doing another would make them happier.
Ryou's tears had finally stopped. It seems that the gods were no longer angry that they had been cheated. Ryou was no longer forced to see the strings of fate become tangled and knotted beyond repair.
Still, the gods were owed a soul. Whether the price was blood, pain, or life itself, the debt would have to be paid. Just, not right now.
Ryou, who felt as though everything was 'right' again, fell fast into a deep sleep.
Author's Notes;
I know Amane is the name of Ryou's little sister but I needed a name for his Grandmother and felt totally uncreative. So Amane will be named after Grandmother Amane.
2 Spirits are different from ghosts. In my own head, Wizards can see ghosts but spirits dislike their type of magic and avoid them therefore wizards tend to believe they don't exist.