Namonaki Pharaoh
(Yu-Gi-Oh!/Star Wars (AU)/Harry Potter Crossover Fan fiction)
DISCLAIMER:
Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi, Star Wars belong to George Lucas, Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, the character "Alexa/Emrys" belong to Zatken author, and all original characters that appear in this story or any other of my stories belongs to me. I'm not making any money from this, nor will I ever, so please don't sue me because no infringement upon copyright laws is intended. THIS IS JUST FOR MY AND FELLOW FANS' AMUSEMENT!!!!!!!
Author's Notes: Dedicated toZatken!!! Thank you for your encouragement, and advisory for Yu-Gi-Oh!!!!! Thank you my beta-reader!!!!!!!! J To give the readers a perspective of this odd crossover here's a little side note to help (or confuseJ) you. First off the Harry Potter happens in what would be Book 6-so spoilers for the first five. Second off is the Yu-Gi-Oh! part which follows Japanese version until the most recent doom series. At this point it warps into Zatken's personal little world and then passed to little me. Basically, there'll be a few references to her storyline but this is a stand-alone story. Also, I'm changing a few aspects of her story (very minor). And for Star Wars, it is a spin-off of one of my AU SW stories (on the Jedi council boards), which means it'll be explained as we go along. Everything will be explained in time!!! I promise!!! Really I do-please don't flame me!!!Thank you & please give me feedback!!! J
Oh…please note the following words and its corresponding meaning:
Aibou – Partner (it is the nickname that Yami Yugi / Yugi's other self / the spirit of the Millennium Puzzle call him)
Jii-chan – Grandfather (used in an endearing form)
Mou Hitori no Yugi – Yugi's other self (also known as Yami Yugi in the dubbed version of Yu-gi-Oh)
Of Sorcerers, Summoners, and GuardiansBy: Karen Barrett a.k.a Namonaki Pharaoh
Prologue/Tokyo, Japan, Earth/
General Point of ViewBolts of lightning intermittently light up the dark streets, as icy rain steadily slams into the ground.
Frantically running, feet splashing through puddles, a small figure in black dashes down another deserted street in the darkness of the pouring rain. Amethyst colored eyes dart back in forth, searching for beings that have been pursuing him for the past hour.
As storm grows stronger, the rain continues to pour, but the boy persistently keeps running down the dark, foggy street. Tears mingle with water sliding down the youth's face. Determination mixes with fear dancing in the amethyst eyes. Though, the rain does not affect the boy's black, red rimmed, spiky hair. Gasping for air, the boy frantically runs, frequently glancing behind him.
Within this young boy lies two spirits, with a golden puzzle, an upside down pyramid, hanging around the neck.
Shadowy figures chase after the lithe figure, which the lightning reveals to be a young boy. No, he is a teenager, but he can't be more than sixteen years old, and his amethyst eyes are wide with horror. Surprising, they narrow as he glares with his jaw clenched in determination.
Yugi's Other Self's Point of View
Looking out through aibou's (Yugi's) eyes, I see the evil men of Atlantis are gaining. An upside down pyramid puzzle, the millennium puzzle, shines around aibou's neck. Three locks of his bangs fly up and I take over.
Our wild, tri-colored hair droops a little bit in the pouring rain, and I brush it out of my face.
The hair is similar to a star/open hand shape-seven spikes with black with red tips that goes up in seven sections. As for the spikes, there is one directly above my head, two to either side, two to each side of my head, and lastly two to either side of my neck. Golden bangs hang partly in my face before swinging to either side-touching the hair to either side of my head, over my ears-or should I say "our" head.
Being one of two spirits in one body is certainly confusing. I guess the most amazing is the three locks that shoot up to the top three spikes. Of course, this only happens when I take over.
Suddenly darkness surrounds me, and I skid around the corner to my left.
Much to my dismay, I find myself in an abandoned side street. I whisper a word that should not be repeated, and glance at my surroundings with a frown.
Seeing a figure straight ahead, I halt and turn around on one heel. The faster I run away from the figure, the more that the cloaked figure seems to gain more ground by the second. I look back at the cloaked person, and noted that his forehead now has an eerie green glowing pentagram crossed within a circle.
The cloaked figure's eyes glow red.
I'm in trouble. Deep trouble.
"Pharaoh," the man yells from behind me.
I'm not going even going to bother answering that, and I run harder down the street-not caring where I was going.
With a louder, and a more chilling voice, the cloaked man shouts, " Mutou Yugi! You cannot escape us!!!"
"Whatever!" I yell back at my pursuer, as I skid around a corner and see the main square just ahead.
Unfortunately, seven cloaked figures with glowing foreheads await me.
Looking around me, the seven figures walked towards me. My pursuer joins his evil companions, as they close in on me. I frantically look around and above me, but there is no way out – no fire escapes (not like I could reach them being as short as I am). Absolutely nothing.
I am trapped.
As the figures huddle around me and prevent any form of escape, darkness swirls around me. Feeling the emptiness, death, and pain ripping through me, I scream.
With the scream dying upon my lips, the Millennium Puzzle activates and prompts the switch back to Yugi – who now bolts and dives out of bed. Beading sweat trickles from his forehead and down his neck, but the boy only focuses on breathing.
Suddenly, an old man runs into the room and quickly kneels before his grandson. The boy looks up and says somewhat sheepishly, "Jii-chan...."
"What is wrong, my boy?" Sugoroku asks Yugi, his voice conveying his concern.
Yugi glances at his grandfather and says, "Just a nightmare, jii-chan."
"Yugi," grandpa says calmly. "You've been having nightmares for over a week now. Please tell what is happening to you or is it Mou Hitori No Yugi?"
"It is happening to both of us. We switch back and forth, as if trying to protect each other," Yugi says as I observe the conversation.
I can still feel abiou's heart racing. It has been a familiar sensation, since we have been reliving the same nightmare for more than a week. Aibou and I know that these cloaked figures are mainly after me, because they keep using the name "Pharaoh."
I could not help but wonder why Aibou and I keep having these dreams. A feeling of dread overcomes us, as a thought simultaneously crosses both of our minds. Yugi whispers under his breath, "The darkness is coming back…."
Something is approaching. Something evil…
This is not good, especially since I haven't regained my ancient memories. Aside from the looming danger, another matter bothers me. Aibou and I keep thinking the same things-more often than we usually do.
I wonder if we are indeed the same person.
How strange would that be?
/Coruscant. In a galaxy far, far away/
A trio of friends, two Jedi and an ex-smuggler, quickly walks down the main hallway chamber of the Senate building on the Republic capital, Coruscant.
One of the Jedi, a young man with crystal blue eyes, frowns with apprehension and is completely lost in his thoughts. His twin sister, has a dark look in her deep brown eyes, and is unnaturally silent. The smuggler frowns at his younger, Force gifted companions.
"I have a bad feeling about this," young Jedi with blond hair says, speaking his thoughts aloud.
His taller, brown haired friend looks at him with a scowl. "You know, I hate it when you say that."
"But Han, it's true!" the younger Jedi says insistently.
Han Solo rolls his eyes at Luke Skywalker, before turning to their other companion. She has a far away look, showing that she is calling upon the Force. Han sighs and says,
"Now I have a really bad feeling about this."
"Now, aren't you guys a sorry group," a young man with jade green eyes says as he and a young woman of his age approaches them. The trio glares at their friends, and Leia Skywalker, dark brown hair in buns, replies,
"A sorry group?!"
The other young woman laughs as her companion smiles broadly at Leia.
He turns to his friend, showing his pointy ears, which his friend also has.
Their eyes meet, shining with a mischievously gleam. As golden pupil ringed jade green to sliver pupil ringed royal blue eyes, and the two Jedi smile wickedly at the trio.
Holding back her breath, Leia says softly, "Why do I have a ba-?"
"DON'T YOU START!!!!" Han yells loudly, looking at Leia-who raises an eyebrow at his hypocritical statement.
The strong willed young woman's flippant, and uncharacteristically childish, reply is simply, "Make me."
"Here we go again," Luke mutters, head resting in his left hand.
The two elvish humans share a glance and think to each other.
Have they lost it?
No more than usual, I presume.
What are they so worried about?
We probably don't want to know….
Knowing Leia and Han, it'll probably be something that lead us out of our boredom!
That's so a matter of opinion!!
I know, mine. So what should we do?
Run for cover? the young woman cannot help but smile mentally at her friend's indignant expression.
Away from the action, /please/, my fellow Jedi. You want action more than I do! Something interesting has to happen.
DON'T SAY THAT!!! Don't you remember last time you said that?! the woman glares darkly.
Whoops, too late… he replies sheepishly, shuddering. That was so NOT fun. Being chased by a ridiculous amount of Sith was scary but amusing with them toying with the Sith at first. Until the Sith realized that, of course.
I didn't know you were capable of running that fast, Karina.
Desperation is one /hell/ of a motivation. A voice though breaks through their telepathic conversation and they bring themselves to the real world.
"How about involving US in the conversation," Han says, giving the mentally conversing pair a pointed look.
"Maybe cause it's private, flyboy," Leia quips sarcastically.
Luke sighs in exasperation; knowing his sister and his best friend must keep the ritual of their hourly fights over the oddest things. At least this wasn't as bad as last time.
/Of course, Han getting dragged into that pit of that…uh…mutated ice cream was hilarious. / Luke thinks, hiding a smile, in remembrance.
/Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England, Earth/
After falling out of bed, Harry Potter searches for the noise that woke him. As he hears the fluttering of wings, the almost sixteen-year-old to look towards his impatient bird, Hegwig-who desperately wants out of her cage.
Smiling to himself, Harry walks towards his owl's cage and releases her. Opening the window, he says, as she nips him fondly, "Only for an hour, Hedwig. You know how my uncle gets when I let you roam."
The owl hoots softly, and enthusiastically, before flying out the window-her graceful white-feathered body gently flying into the night.
Brushing his unruly black hair out of his jade green eyes, Harry frowns as he closes the window and moves back towards his bed. Closing his eyes, Harry places his head in his hands, as the frightening images of the recent past come back to haunt him once more.
Seething with anger, Harry recalls the cruel plump witch, Umbridge, who ruined everything. She continually called him a liar and had him write that in detention in his own blood. Well at least she got what she deserved when she messed with, or rather got ambushed by, centaurs in the Forbidden forest-thanks to Harry and Hermione.
He then snickers, as he remembers how Malfoy unwittingly helped them escape and get the professor into the forest. One would think why it was forbidden before storming in.
Tears glisten at the corner of his eyes as he remembered the end of the year-the trap set at the Ministry of Magic Headquarters, Voldermont's possession of his body, Dumbledore's confession, and most of all, Sirius' death.
Sirius' death, still fresh in his memory, once again pierces his heart like a sharp dagger. The magically gifted teenager whispers, "Why…why him, the only true family I had left. He was the only one who actually cared; the one who loved me."
Yes, the Dursley's are related to him as well; however Harry knows they don't care about him. Harry frowns, as he speculates that they're probably angry he hasn't gotten himself killed after all that's happened these last five years at Hogwarts.
As anger fills his heart, tears run unbidden down his young face.
Solemnly, Harry thinks about the prophecy that Dumbledore and McGonagall finally told him about: how Harry must kill Voldermont or Voldermont must kill him. Only they can kill each together-only one will remain in this world.
To kill or be killed…what kind of choice is that?!
"I will not give up, but at least I now know the truth. Why did they hold this from me for so long? I've been aware that Voldermont is hunting to kill me since I was eleven years old. I wonder what this year will bring," Harry says.
He turns his head out the window to see the moon reappear from behind the sparse clouds and shine brightly in the night.
Jaw clenched in determination, Harry continues staring at the simple beauty, and whispers,
"There is hope and my friends are with me. I am not alone in this-not this time. Dumbledore promised he wouldn't abandon me this time, even if it seems like the best way to protect me. I will not be afraid; never will I allowed myself to be afraid..."
