Cerridwen: HI EVERYBODY~~~!!!
Asato Tsuzuki: -' '-
Hisoka Kurosaki: ???
Yutaka Watari: oo
Seiichiro Tatsumi: What in Enma Daioh-sama's NAME are you doing HERE?!
Cerridwen: Just decided to give you guys a visit, I've been having YnM highs lately.
Asato: Errh...so, you've...
Cerridwen: ^~^ I just can't get *THAT* shower scene out of my MIND.
Asato: -' '- Eh?
Hisoka: ~_~** Times like this I am glad my partner's so BA-KA and so DENSE.
Cerridwen: *^~^*
Tatsumi: O...K...
Guu-chan: Guuu....
Cerridwen: Hi, Guu-chan! What, was Takao chasing you around again?
Guu-chan: Guu.
Watari: Oh...YEAH! Hey, weren't you supposed to be over at Takao's for dinner?
Cerridwen: ^~^ Yeah, well, Takao was pestering me to open my o-fuda infested refrigerator, but then again,
I made as dash for it as soon as Chibi Kyo started making some ruckus up front involving
Medain and Dragoon.
Watari: Uh...OK...
Cerridwen: ^~^
Tatsumi: ^^;;
Hisoka: Hey Cerridwen...
Cerridwen: OO! Oh, I almost forgot. I'm here for another reason aside from the SHOWER scene.
Watari: R-really...
Cerridwen: ^~^ YEAH!
Asato: -' '-
Cerridwen: Guu-chan, the honors, please!
Guu-chan: GUU~~~!!!
***There was a brilliant flash of light, and then~~~***
Hisoka: OO? What's THAT?
Cerridwen: This, my dear Kurosaki-kun, is the reason for my YnM highs.
Guu-chan: GUU~~~!!!
Cerridwen: Hope you all have a GRAND time!
***Throws Dango-kun at the unsuspecting Shinigami***
***There was another brilliant flash of light***
Asato: WAAAAHHH~~~!!!
Hisoka: .
Watari: @.@
Tatsumi: 00
***Door opens***
Wakaba Kannuki: What's happening...
Hajime Terazuma: What the hell's all that noise?!
Kazutaka Muraki: Alas I am free to molest Tsuzuki-san AGAIN~~~!!!
Mibu Oriya: OO;; Uh...
***The brilliant light turns to dancing disco lights***
Everybody (except Cerridwen and Guu-chan): EEEEYYYYAAAAAAHHHH~~~!!!
***The lights abate***
Cerridwen: ^~^ Ain't I BRILLIANT?!
Guu-chan: Guuuuu...
***Dango-kun transforms the YnM cast into 10 year-olds***
Asato: ***voice sounds kawaii*** This...THIS...
Watari: XO This is EVIL~~~!!!
Wakaba: Why is my hair cropped so SHORT?!
Tatsumi: That's NOT the point...OUR CLOTHES DON'T FIT US ANYMORE~~~!!!
Cerridwen: ***grabs Dango-kun*** Hehehehehehehe...see you.
***There was another brilliant flash of light***
Everybody (except for Cerridwen, Guu-chan, and Dango-kun): EEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAHHHH~~~!!!
The Light and the Darkness
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is my first YnM fic, so please be gentle with me! For some enlightenment about Guu-chan and Dango-kun's powers, please refer to my bio and my Bey Blade fic, "Fushigi Yuugi, Bey Blade Style!". This is dedicated to all Harry Potter and YnM fans out there who's wondering what would happen if 2 such worlds collide in an EVIL, INSANE fic. ENJOY~~~!!!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yami No Matsuei and Harry Potter; they belong to Youko Matsushita-sensei and J.K. Rowling, respectively. I do own the OC's in this fic, though. Yeah, the Harry Potter premise has been stretched and modified several times in other fanfics I've seen around, and I would absolutely promise that this is not a frigging clone. BTW, this takes place several years into the future (no idea how the Harry Potter books would end up, am currently waiting for the Order of the Phoenix; the events happening here are just the products of my insane invention, so don't SUE ME!), wherein the HP cast have all grown up and have families of their own, and leaves our YnM heroes in a pretty big lurch right in the middle of it. Voldemort has been taken care of (or WASN'T he?!?), and another threat blows in from the horizon. What could the YnM cast do in the face of this new danger? R/R PLEASE! ^.^
Asato Tsuzuki couldn't have asked for a more perfect life.
Here he was, minding his own business pruning and taking care of the huge vegetable garden patch his uncle and his aunt had out there in the many neat fields outside Kyoto, when the bill collector came and handed him a sheaf of documents that was numerous enough to build small hills in front of their house several times over. That means another 5 hours of intense labor before bedtime, and a dinner of cold leftover fish and burnt rice for his stomach now grumbling in hunger, if Asato delivers them straight to his uncle right away; but if he decides to wait until he finishes turning the ground over for the new daikon his aunt had just ordered him to plant that day before he left for the fields that early morning (and from the looks of it, he would work well into dinner time), it would mean that he would get up 2 hours earlier and work the fields the whole day without nourishment of any sort tomorrow. Asato could even barely lift the hoe for a few inches on his poor diet, let alone go through the whole day without any food to eat.
But...
"Thanks mister, I'll take these to Uncle Shu'un right away," Asato told the bill collector.
"Yes, thanks, son," the bill collector replied, getting on his little motorbike.
The bill collector left. Asato watched until the bill collector was just a speck in the distance then returned his attention back to the bills he held in his hands.
He sighed.
Well, he's going to risk it.
The large house built at the end of the nice little road leading straight to the highway was as quiet and as lovely as always, as it was nearing the end of summer. Dragonflies flew lazily past, and alighted on the green blades of grass, as the 10 year old boy got down from his oversized bike and, holding his bike handles steadily with his shaking hands (of thirst and hunger), Asato wheeled the bike right over to the huge wooden gates then knocked urgently on its huge bronze knocker.
A little hatch opened up at the top, and a pair of small beady eyes looked out. "Yes?"
"I have something for Uncle Shu'un," Asato began, "concerning those bills he had been waiting for the past few days~~~"
"What are you doing HERE, BOY?! Didn't they tell you to ONLY RETURN by SUNSET?"
"Errh...well..." Asato got the bills in his bike's rusty, beat up basket then waved it in front of the hatch. "I had to bring this straight away for my uncle..."
"Silly boy, you're going to get such a telling off from your uncle once he learns of this," the voice behind the hatch gruffly snapped.
"I'll return to the fields, as soon as I give these to him," Asato told his still unseen talker (^^;;). "I still have 6 rows to do."
"6 rows, they'll take off your wages for that, you dunderhead~~~"
There was an impatient honk from behind, and Asato almost jumped out of his skin, and heard nothing until a shrill voice was heard throughout the still sweltering stillness.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY~~~!!!" Fuuko Mishima yells as soon as the windows rolled down. "What are you, STUPID?!"
"E-errh..." Asato stammered.
"Well get out of the way, you BA-KA~~~!!!" I haven't got ALL afternoon!"
Asato almost tripped as he hurriedly got his bike out of the way, his aunt still looking at him venomously from the rolled-down tinted window of her car.
She stopped right beside Asato
"What, exactly, are you doing HERE?!" Aunt Fuuko screeched. "It's not yet SUNSET~~~!!!"
"I...I..." Asato then hurriedly gave her all the bills, and dropped some of them on the small puddle of water in his haste. "Errh..."
"Stupid BOY!" Aunt Fuuko got the bills roughly then stared down at it. From somewhere beside his aunt, he could hear the distinct chuckle of his cousin, and from the looks of it, he was not alone.
Asato got the bills from the puddle at his feet and then gave them to his aunt, who was still seething.
"Did you use the heater AGAIN?" Aunt Fuuko asked him coldly.
"Y-yes, it got...pretty cold last n-n-night," Asato replied, looking down at his scuffed-up sneakers. "I...I turned it off right away before I l-l-left for the fields."
"How could it be cold, it's still SUMMER!" Aunt Fuuko told him shrilly. She jabbed the electricity bill at him. "LOOK! Our electric bill's way off the ROOF~~~!!!"
Asato decided not to answer; apparently, if he tried to talk his aunt would probably ask him to pay THEIR electric bills with his wages. Which, he could do, in probably 25 years.
"The next time I catch you using that heater again, you'll sleep in the old quarters by the stables," Aunt Fuuko told him as she glared at him. "And no buts about IT~~~!!!"
With that, the tinted window rolled shut, and the huge wooden gates were opened to the huge lovely samurai villa and the car drove right in. Aunt Fuuko made sure she went off with a roar that splashed some of the muddy water right onto Asato's old worn jeans and dirty white shirt riddled with holes out back, which he covered with a small red jacket that had seen better days.
The security guard, who was that one with those beady eyes and gruff, curt voice, grinned at him evilly.
"5,000 yen if they shut you out into the stables again," he said with a loud chuckle.
"..." Asato got on his bike then wheeled himself off.
Besides, he still had 6 rows to attend to.
It was always like that in the Mishima household.
Although, nobody who KNEW the Mishimas could probably say something ill about them.
They were a prosperous, well-to-do family. Old strict and gruff Uncle Shu'un, shrill and trigger-happy (with housework, anyway) Aunt Fuuko, and his terrible and very evil cousin Kou'un. His uncle owned a very large supermarket and 3 convenience stores in Tokyo, and he was really glad to point it out, to whoever was listening into his long and winding speech (with that great booming voice of his, it's hard not to miss), that every vegetable sold in the vegetables section were grown by HIM in his 3 or so acres of land back in Kyoto. Of course, he conveniently left out Asato, who did all the hoeing, planting, pruning, and harvesting all by himself. Uncle Shu'un wouldn't want anyone to think that he wasn't doing any work at all.
Aunt Fuuko was always very shrill and very irritable and very trigger-happy in handing out Asato housework at the pace of about 5 chores in 30 seconds. Her voice would make you instantly think of mice being trod upon by a car hurtling 120 miles per hour down a downhill road. Even how much Asato tried to curb his internal ear bleeding with 10 foot thick earplugs, there really was no stopping Aunt Fuuko's voice. Her voice would particularly turn very shrill when Asato sends her the bills (worse) or finds out that Asato had failed to do 4.5 chores in 30 seconds (worst). And that was not yet counting the times she had shrieked herself hoarse every morning just to get her "lazy" nephew do the routine housework before he goes out into the fields (the very WORST).
Kou'un was lazy, slow, and a particularly VERY NASTY war freak. He was also a delinquent; but every time Saikyoujin Grade School (the very private and chi-chi school in Tokyo, which Uncle Tetsuya would gladly tell anyone that it costs him a hefty 6 digit figure just to get his son all throughout a school year) sends his report card at the end of every term, Aunt Fuuko would always tell her tea fellows at her weekly chanoyu sessions that Kouya was a "brilliantly gifted child who was always misunderstood by his teachers" and that his delinquency was nothing but "balderdash". He never get yelled at for his poor marks; whereas Aunt Fuuko always yelled at Asato for getting good marks at the public grade school he went to. She's making it sound that it was Asato's good marks that were sole reasons for her son's own dismal ones; Asato had a really hard time trying to string the 2 explanations together but eventually gave up (the link was UNUSUALLY weird, but nobody would dare question its weirdness to Aunt Fuuko, unless you have an early death wish with her brilliant supersonic screeching). Kou'un was the ring leader of a gang at his school who were delinquents like himself, and liked to hit Asato whenever his parents weren't looking (or looking; but they don't stop their son whenever he does this) and get him kicked around a lot. Apparently, hitting Asato took a little toll on his brain capacity than reading his schoolbooks, and, as Uncle Shu'un proudly proclaimed, Kou'un was getting his much needed brain exercise for another year of (cracked teeth, broken arms and bleeding noses in store for his unfortunate schoolmates) schooling. Which was VERY bad for Asato's case.
If having spawns of hell for relatives weren't bad enough, there was a batch of other people in the estate who hated him as much as his Uncle Shu'un, Aunt Fuuko, and cousin Kou'un abhorred him.
There was that beady-eyed security guard who always bet that Asato would be dead by the time of the next schoolyear (which he always lost at; he tries finding ways of torturing Asato just to win it). Then the cranky old man living in the stables who whacked him every single time Asato goes there to serve his latest punishment (the old man's eyesight was very poor and always thought that Asato was a burglar). Then the cook who always sneered at him whenever he eats his poor food, as if always expecting him to say something ill, so that she could tell on him to his family. Then the most evil thing that always happened to him after a harsh, grueling day of shrieking and hitting and sneering, was the time when Asato goes to bed and felt the misery and loneliness that was bearing down his poor, gentle soul, and it was becoming very hard to bear every single year that went through his miserable life.
He always felt so different from them, and for this inexplicable difference, his uncle, aunt, and cousin all hated him. As with his schoolmates, Asato was never really popular, and just like Kou'un and his merry band of delinquents, his other schoolmates laughed and jeered at him and had one favorite sport: The Running of Tsuzuki (akin to the festival of the Running of the Bulls in Spain). They would throw rocks at him and chased him and bet how many times they would throw rocks at him until he cried. It was just something about him that people hated his existence; and Asato, who had always been shunned by people he expected to be close to, even by strangers he was so desperate to be close to, couldn't fathom why they liked seeing him so miserable.
He so longed to feel the hug of a mother, but it was this instance that led him to his miserable life with the Mishimas and the people who were happy to hate him for only living.
Asato never knew any parents, for as Aunt Fuuko shrilly told him that one time he asked about them, they abandoned him in their care. She then proceeded to go on that shrilly monologue on the treachery and the crime Asato's parents committed the night he was conceived, and happily prattled on until the night, until Asato couldn't hear out of his right ear from her supersonic screeching. Since then he had given up on the hope that they were alive and worried about him; apparently, they also abhorred him enough as to send him to live with his horrid relatives. Still, Asato was waiting for a chance, or hear anything, about the whereabouts of his parents; he would rather live with their harshness than with his evil relatives.
And when Asato went to sleep on his cold stone floor of the storage room of the house later that night (hungry again as for the lack of food), he dreamt of his faceless parents while the security guard argued with the cook, the old man beating the old wooden post that had suddenly come up at him while he was closing the stables for the night to death, and his aunt and uncle settled to a graceful, elegant dinner they had hosted for the Supermarket Owners Association of Tokyo, with Kou'un happily prancing after the remote control car one of the children their other guests had with them owned (and by now was crying hysterically in the arms of his nursemaid). They didn't know anything of the other boy who lived there, whose stomach twisted painfully from severe and gnawing hunger, as he slept fitfully on the cold stone floor and his small body aching everywhere, counting the hours in which he was to rise again to another miserable day.
It was the same cycle, again and again, going round and round like a circle that never ends. As the summer vacation drew to a close that had Asato happily looking forward to it (he had less chores and at least he's out of his aunt's supersonic screeching's way the whole day), a small incident happened, and it was very unexpected.
That afternoon when Asato was out doing some shopping for new school supplies (by means of his wages) in Tokyo, he managed to bump into a man who was obviously going someplace, for he was such in a great hurry.
"S-sorry," Asato stammered, as he bowed down low again and again, fearing the stranger's anger. "I...I didn't see you c-c-coming..."
"It's alright. Nothing to it."
Asato blinked, then looked up at the stranger he bumped into, surprised that a stranger had not yelled at him for being such a klutz, for once. The stranger was dressed in a silky looking cloak that shimmered in the lights that glared at him overhead, a beautiful shade of silver; it had strange straps that flitted about his shoulders as he moved. Underneath the cloak (which he had draped loosely about his shoulders), he wore a dark gray suit, the kind Asato saw on magazines his Aunt Fuuko liked to collect (mostly fashion and movie magazines; the ones foreigners were so fond of wearing), from which a silver chain was attached to his pocket. He was holding a book in his right hand, and held a slender leather bag on his left (the kind Japanese highschool students take to school).
The stranger smiled at him, and Asato blinked again. He wasn't really angry at him...?
"My name is Grein Silverbough. How do you do?"