A/N: Okay folks, this is my first ever fanfic and I hope that I do a
halfway decent job writing it. I'm gonna have to hope that I actually get
reviewers, which doesn't happen to often on fictionpress. So bear with me
if I take a long time updating because I'm probably trying to make a long
chapter that people will actually want to read. I'll try to write out
individual replies, but if i can't, know that whatever reviewers I get, I
love you all for actually taking the time to read the crap I write. So here
goes...^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu Yu Hakusho, or Harry Potter, though it would be nice to have the 2nd mentioned...my parents would disown me for owning anything of the like.
Yami no Hikari
Chapter 1: Of Darkness and Demons
Malik slumped into the chair, his head in his hands. His fingers tensed against his temple, twitching and scraping against the flesh, causing small drops of blood to stain his fingernails.
"Kill him."
"No," Malik hissed, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. His eyes were wide with strain against...he wasn't entirely sure what anymore. Nothing seemed clear anymore. Not since what had happened with--
"You know you want to."
"No," Malik repeated, more insistantly this time. Was he going crazy? Why wouldn't He leave him alone?
"Listen to me. It's killing you."
"Shut UP!" Malik squeezed his eyes shut as tears burned wet lines down his cheeks. He was gone...for the moment. Malik glanced up and his gaze settled on a case on the wall. Nothing out of the ordinary, just an oak case with a glass front. But it was not the case that made Him return. It was the case's contents.
"Go on. Take it. Restore yourself."
Malik fell to his knees on the carpeted floor, his head bent and his face twisted in torment. "Leave me alone," he whispered, drained. "Just leave me alone."
"Heh heh. As you wish."
There was silence in Malik's mind and he collapsed, sobbing.
*_*_*
"Shut UP!"
The black-haired teenager squinted in frustration, watching the boy through a window. They were right; there was definitely something wrong with this guy. He grinned grimly and chuckled. 'Another one for the psych ward,' he thought sarcastically. 'Why did they send me after this one again?' He sighed, still watching. The boy inside the house suddenly collapsed on the floor, trembling so badly that his whole body shook obviously. The teen sighed again. 'Might as well.' He shoved the window open and climbed through.
He frowned upon examining the boy on the floor. 'He's out. Wonder if I should take him back up to my place so I can watch him better?' He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder to see if there was any reaction. Nothing. He picked the boy up, carrying him with one arm under his knees, the other around his shoulders, and went searching for a front door. When he found it, he was mildly surprised to find it secured by several different types of locks. A chain, a bolt, a key, and a few others he couldn't recognize. He narrowed his eyes at one of them, examining it. It had an eye engraved in it, but there appeared to be nothing that would qualify as a lock. He frowned. He'd have to use the window anyway.
He started back toward the window, but something in a case on the wall caught his eye. He stopped and turned to face it. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Made of what appeared to be gold, it seemed to be a rod. The head was what puzzled him the most. It had the same eye on it that the lock had. Maybe it had something to do with that lock...
He heard a small beeping noise and readjusted the boy in his arms to reach into his pocket and remove his communication mirror. He flipped it open and was greeted by the face of a blue-haired girl. "Yeah, what is it, Botan?" he asked.
"Have you found him yet, Yusuke?"
Yusuke nodded, shifting the boy again. "Yeah. Got him right here. What was his name again?"
Botan refered to a sheet of paper. "Malik," she said after a moment. "He's apparently been through some sort of trauma recently, but he knows something that could be of use to us. I think Youko mentioned him before...seen him somewhere or something. I don't know very much. You need to go talk to Youko now that you've got him. Last I heard, he was associating with a group of wizards somewhere in London."
Yusuke snorted. "Great. I get to hang out with people with retarded accents. What's Youko doing with wizards, anyway?"
"Hired job, I think," Botan said.
"Didn't know he worked under other people, even for cash."
"I don't think it's for money," the 'grim reaper' said slowly.
"What is it, then?" Yusuke asked. Now he was curious.
"Not sure...He wouldn't say."
Yusuke's face was a picture of confusion. Youko may have been secretive about his personal life, but this was business. He would tell. There was something fishy about this. "I'll go talk to him. Catcha later, Botan." He closed the communication mirror without waiting for her reply.
He was about to leave through the open window when his gaze caught the rod in the case. He hesitated for a moment, squinted in thought, and put Malik down on the floor. He walked slowly toward the case and barely paused before sliding the glass away and taking the rod into his right hand. He climbed out the window with Malik over his shoulder and stuffed the rod into his backpack, which was lying on the ground next to the window. He slung the backpack over his other shoulder and entered an alley.
*_*_*
The spiky-haired, short "teenager"'s face contorted in mistrust. "I have your word?" he asked, knowing that he should be wary of what happened after this moment. This person wasn't to be trusted. "You'll see to it?"
"Yessss," the shadowed figure before him answered with a sly smile. "Of coursssse. You have my word. Mr. Jaganssshi."
Hiei grunted. "You'd better keep to it." He turned and exited the room. A figure a good foot and a half taller than himself waited outside, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "I take it your business with him is done, Fox?"
The white-haired demon nodded. "I finished long before you did. Yesterday, in fact. Just some closing details."
"And your bargain. You're sure?"
Youko smiled. "I'm sure. This will present no challenge."
Hiei grunted. "Children have always been an annoyance to me. I don't suppose you ever enjoyed their presence either..."
"Indeed not," Youko said, laughing slightly. "Pathetic little creatures, aren't they?"
"And you, lowered to this level to get something you want."
"I could say the same to you."
*_*_*
I will try to write individual review replies, but I won't remember sometimes or I won't be able to view them at the time (stupid Internet password! grrr.....) So I will try my best to answer your much coveted reviews. Please write them in the first place so I can reply to them! thanks much to anyone who does in advance! You should probably be warned that the first time you review I will most likely thank you for reviewing, because I NEVER get reviews. EVER. So I am ecstatic when I get them. Okay, I'm rambling. Much love to readers/reviewers and please keep r/r ing!
~hunted soul
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, Yu Yu Hakusho, or Harry Potter, though it would be nice to have the 2nd mentioned...my parents would disown me for owning anything of the like.
Yami no Hikari
Chapter 1: Of Darkness and Demons
Malik slumped into the chair, his head in his hands. His fingers tensed against his temple, twitching and scraping against the flesh, causing small drops of blood to stain his fingernails.
"Kill him."
"No," Malik hissed, beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. His eyes were wide with strain against...he wasn't entirely sure what anymore. Nothing seemed clear anymore. Not since what had happened with--
"You know you want to."
"No," Malik repeated, more insistantly this time. Was he going crazy? Why wouldn't He leave him alone?
"Listen to me. It's killing you."
"Shut UP!" Malik squeezed his eyes shut as tears burned wet lines down his cheeks. He was gone...for the moment. Malik glanced up and his gaze settled on a case on the wall. Nothing out of the ordinary, just an oak case with a glass front. But it was not the case that made Him return. It was the case's contents.
"Go on. Take it. Restore yourself."
Malik fell to his knees on the carpeted floor, his head bent and his face twisted in torment. "Leave me alone," he whispered, drained. "Just leave me alone."
"Heh heh. As you wish."
There was silence in Malik's mind and he collapsed, sobbing.
*_*_*
"Shut UP!"
The black-haired teenager squinted in frustration, watching the boy through a window. They were right; there was definitely something wrong with this guy. He grinned grimly and chuckled. 'Another one for the psych ward,' he thought sarcastically. 'Why did they send me after this one again?' He sighed, still watching. The boy inside the house suddenly collapsed on the floor, trembling so badly that his whole body shook obviously. The teen sighed again. 'Might as well.' He shoved the window open and climbed through.
He frowned upon examining the boy on the floor. 'He's out. Wonder if I should take him back up to my place so I can watch him better?' He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder to see if there was any reaction. Nothing. He picked the boy up, carrying him with one arm under his knees, the other around his shoulders, and went searching for a front door. When he found it, he was mildly surprised to find it secured by several different types of locks. A chain, a bolt, a key, and a few others he couldn't recognize. He narrowed his eyes at one of them, examining it. It had an eye engraved in it, but there appeared to be nothing that would qualify as a lock. He frowned. He'd have to use the window anyway.
He started back toward the window, but something in a case on the wall caught his eye. He stopped and turned to face it. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Made of what appeared to be gold, it seemed to be a rod. The head was what puzzled him the most. It had the same eye on it that the lock had. Maybe it had something to do with that lock...
He heard a small beeping noise and readjusted the boy in his arms to reach into his pocket and remove his communication mirror. He flipped it open and was greeted by the face of a blue-haired girl. "Yeah, what is it, Botan?" he asked.
"Have you found him yet, Yusuke?"
Yusuke nodded, shifting the boy again. "Yeah. Got him right here. What was his name again?"
Botan refered to a sheet of paper. "Malik," she said after a moment. "He's apparently been through some sort of trauma recently, but he knows something that could be of use to us. I think Youko mentioned him before...seen him somewhere or something. I don't know very much. You need to go talk to Youko now that you've got him. Last I heard, he was associating with a group of wizards somewhere in London."
Yusuke snorted. "Great. I get to hang out with people with retarded accents. What's Youko doing with wizards, anyway?"
"Hired job, I think," Botan said.
"Didn't know he worked under other people, even for cash."
"I don't think it's for money," the 'grim reaper' said slowly.
"What is it, then?" Yusuke asked. Now he was curious.
"Not sure...He wouldn't say."
Yusuke's face was a picture of confusion. Youko may have been secretive about his personal life, but this was business. He would tell. There was something fishy about this. "I'll go talk to him. Catcha later, Botan." He closed the communication mirror without waiting for her reply.
He was about to leave through the open window when his gaze caught the rod in the case. He hesitated for a moment, squinted in thought, and put Malik down on the floor. He walked slowly toward the case and barely paused before sliding the glass away and taking the rod into his right hand. He climbed out the window with Malik over his shoulder and stuffed the rod into his backpack, which was lying on the ground next to the window. He slung the backpack over his other shoulder and entered an alley.
*_*_*
The spiky-haired, short "teenager"'s face contorted in mistrust. "I have your word?" he asked, knowing that he should be wary of what happened after this moment. This person wasn't to be trusted. "You'll see to it?"
"Yessss," the shadowed figure before him answered with a sly smile. "Of coursssse. You have my word. Mr. Jaganssshi."
Hiei grunted. "You'd better keep to it." He turned and exited the room. A figure a good foot and a half taller than himself waited outside, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "I take it your business with him is done, Fox?"
The white-haired demon nodded. "I finished long before you did. Yesterday, in fact. Just some closing details."
"And your bargain. You're sure?"
Youko smiled. "I'm sure. This will present no challenge."
Hiei grunted. "Children have always been an annoyance to me. I don't suppose you ever enjoyed their presence either..."
"Indeed not," Youko said, laughing slightly. "Pathetic little creatures, aren't they?"
"And you, lowered to this level to get something you want."
"I could say the same to you."
*_*_*
I will try to write individual review replies, but I won't remember sometimes or I won't be able to view them at the time (stupid Internet password! grrr.....) So I will try my best to answer your much coveted reviews. Please write them in the first place so I can reply to them! thanks much to anyone who does in advance! You should probably be warned that the first time you review I will most likely thank you for reviewing, because I NEVER get reviews. EVER. So I am ecstatic when I get them. Okay, I'm rambling. Much love to readers/reviewers and please keep r/r ing!
~hunted soul