Hookay... Um...
OH MY GOD, DID YOU KNOW RYOU WAS SUPPOSED TO BE BORN IN 1980?! MEANING HE'S TWENTY-FRICKIN-NINE!
I've decided that the scheduled update rate will be no more than one week (unless I'm on vacation, but don't worry, that only happens once a year, twice at most). And, although at the moment I only have seven reviews, I'm going to update anyway, because Inter Canum et Lupum has had, as of the 11th of April, 141 visits and 172 hits. Yay! My favorite part is where they're from... 23 different countries, two of which I have not heard of. Ukraine?! Malaysia?! Sweden?! DENMARK?! Seriously?!
THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Oh, and the chapter one title means 'Marik was here' in Arabic. Yay for Arabic!
While writing this chapter, I was listening to Bad Apple from the brilliant artist, Touhou. My, it's a good song. Plus, people from Nico Nico are making a Yu Gi Oh version. It's pretty friggin awesome, if you ask me.
And. It's kind of embarrassing. I've forgotten the plot line of most of Harry Potter. I forget everything these days. If you asked me, I wouldn't be able to tell you who my English teacher was last year. LAST YEAR. Plus, apparently I went to see that X-Men movie, 'Rise of the Silver Surfer' with my sister and dad. I have no memory what so ever of that. Like, at all. Maybe I'm being possessed? Omigod, that would be so cool!
Eh-hem. Got a little sidetracked there. Anyway, I'm going to be making things up from now on because of my short-term memory loss. Except for the things I do remember, which is very little, and the things I steal from other Fanfics. :I
REVIEW THANKIES:
MISSSUN1: OMG, THANKS. You have no idea how amazing you are. Or. Maybe you do. But I'm going to tell you anyway. YOU'RE SO COOL!
RYOU'S ULTRAFAN: Yeah, I just finished reading a Fic where Ryou killed himself because Bakura didn't love him. . I like to keep my stories within range of the metaphorical box people keep warning you about. Pssssh, of course they peed themselves! If you really think about it, Ryou's kind of scary, no matter WHERE he's written.
PHOBIAS ATHENA: Yeah, I enjoy Latin among other things. It means... Oh, crap, I forgot what it means!
LILY ANGEL OF CHAOS: Oh, and it's going to get gooder- I-I mean BETTER. ... Don't you just LOVE girly, white-haired bishounens? They're my passion.
AWESOME POWER OF PANDAS: Like I'd need to tell you! I figured you'd find out yourself! 'Sides, how would you feel if you were attacked by dementors and bullies sexually harassing you all in one day? You would not like it.
But thanks anyway.
SPELL CASTER KAYA : No fair! I want a Bakura plushy! I only have Light Yagami and L. ;___;
ZEPAR: :I Yeah. But! He was considered to be the most powerful (and gay) wizard alive (when he was alive). So, I'm guessing that that's kind of like the closest figurative physical representation, personification, etc, etc, of a God we can find. You know, other than the great sun god Ra. Ooooh, I like Anubis, too. XD
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SAKURADEMONALCHEMIST: Yeah, I know!! I love it when people write really long chapters. So I'm returning the favor by writing my own long chappies! Yay for influences!
LITZANA: I usually like a little bit of yaoi, actually. But I have an innate inability to write it! Quite the predicament, yes, yes, quite. I get tired of it eventually, though (because all Bakura fics are RyouxBakura, mostly), so this won't be yaoi.
DISCLAIMER: All rights to Yu Gi Oh and Harry Potter go to their original owners. I own nothing but the concept of this fan-made story
Let's play a little game, shall we...?
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Last time! Ryou finds himself wrapped in a web of plots he doesn't understand. Attack of the dementors! Rawr! Of course, Ryou's so awesome he was able to kill one of them (maybe that can't be killed because they're already dead...? In which case, it went to the shadow realm.), but he wasn't able to figure out the chocolate remedy. He has a... em... Heart-to-heart with a mister Harry Potter. More like interrogation! Not cool, Potter.
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Every. Single. Day. Living Hell!
Harry Potter was not pleased. Lying sprawled on his bed, he tried his best to keep his mind off of his screaming . Really, it was getting annoying, being sent to bed with no dinner for completely trivial reasons. Well, that wasn't true. It had always been annoying. Quite vexing, actually.
In fact, he had saved Dudley's life! If anything, he should have been getting a reward. But no...! No presents for freaks!
He wondered, more and more frequently lately, just why it was that he couldn't just go and live with his godfather. After all, what good where wards around a house he spent as much time away from as possible? It sure didn't help to keep the dementors away. Nothing did. So, instead of being unsafe and depressed, why not unsafe and happy? Sometimes the way Dumbledore worked just did not make sense.
Sighing, he rolled over onto his side, and fell asleep.
Something crashed downstairs, jolting Harry awake.
Wha...?" Harry moaned, rubbing his eyes of sleep. He looked over at his clock, squinting his eyes in the dark. 2:35. His eyes widened as someone cursed down the hall. More footsteps. They stopped just outside his door. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he whipped out his wand and cautiously backed up to the wall behind him.
"Just look at all those locks! You'd think those muggles were trying to hide a body or something!" Came a slightly familiar voice from behind the door. "But they're so useless. A well placed alohamora and these'd just fall off!"
Harry heard the locks drop. He raised his wand, a spell about to roll off his tongue, when the door creaked open. His hand lowered however, when he saw the face of his old Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, and friend.
"Professor Lupin...? What're you doing here?" Harry asked, hope evident in his voice. 'Please be here to take me away. Please!'
"We're collecting you from the premises, boy." The mangled face of Alastor Moody came into view. Harry's wand shot up again. "Easy, kid, I'm the real one."
"What? So, you're really going to take me to Grimauld Place?" Harry asked, suspicion hinting in his voice, his arm twitching downward.
"Yes. The wards aren't as strong as we thought they were," Lupin started, taking in a deep breath. "And, you need to be somewhere where you'll be easily transported to your trial."
"Tria-"
"Just come on. We'll explain later. Tonks, help Harry pack his trunk so we can leave." The tone of Lupin's voice left no room for argument.
Harry sighed, fine with the prospect of being able to live in happiness after the Dursleys. The woman named Tonks leaped forward. She had the strangest bubblegum pink hair, spiked up in odd angles.
"Just call me Tonks! Now, go get your trunk." She said going over to his wardrobe and levitating bundles of clothes out. Harry dragged his trunk from where it had been for the past month. Tonks dropped the clothing and looked blearily around Harry's bedroom. "Not much here, is there?" She chuckled nervously.
After a few more rushed minutes of packing and trying to drag his things quietly down a flight of stairs, Harry stood in front of the house he had lived in for more than fifteen years. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out he wouldn't miss it. He sighed, and noticed Moody was talking.
"... So this entire section of town isn't safe anymore. We've taken that Fig woman, her sister, and Harrison to safe locations. Thank the Heavens that they're the only wizards living on this street..."
"But, what about Ryou Bakura?" Harry asked. Could they just forget about him? No! Ryou really wasn't a forgettable person. His saviors gave him an odd look.
"Who?" Tonks asked.
"Ryou Bakura! He moved just two houses down from me! He's a wizard too- what about him?" Harry asked again, exasperated.
Lupin muttered something about not knowing anything anymore, and taking desperate measures. Moody looked positively angry that he wasn't told of such information, and Tonks looked worried.
"Yeah. We can't just leave him here, what with the dementors and Death Eaters on everyone's tails," Tonks stated. "Should we take him to..." She motioned with her hands what couldn't be said aloud. If someone were to see her, they would think she was doing some kind of obscure dance routine.
"But..." Lupin muttered. "Harry. Do you trust this guy?"
Harry hesitated. He had just met him yesterday, and really, he was kind of scary. But if he was left here, he could die! Harry took a big breath. "Yeah, I do."
"Okay. I'll go and get him then. Do not move from this spot."
Harry grinned. "Do you think I would?" Lupin gave him a look. "Okay. Fine."
Lupin darted down the street, two houses down, just as Harry had said, and unlocked the door using magic. It opened and Lupin disappeared inside.
(I'll be following Lupin now.)
The werewolf ran inside and stepped on something. It crunched beneath his feet. 'Broken glass?' Indeed, a small pile of broken glass on the floor. He looked up. Lying on the couch was a mass of gray and white with blue stripes. 'Okay... Now to do this without being killed by a startled adolescent wizard.' Lupin pointed his wand at the boy and muttered "enervate" quietly. The whitenette slowly rose into a half-sitting position and blearily rubbed his eyes.
"Ugh..." He muttered. The boy was silent for a second and then said seemingly to himself, "yeah, I know." He was still for a second more and then jerked, swiftly turning around and nearly falling off of the couch in the process. "What?! How did you get in here?!" He yelled, startled.
"We don't have time for this," Lupin said impatiently. "Come on, if you don't come with me now, there's a good chance you'll get killed. Now get your parents and lets go!"
"No! I'm not going anywhere with people who break into my house!" Ryou nearly screamed, flailing his arms. He stumbled off the couch and backed up to where he knew one of the Spirit's many knifes lay.
Lupin stared at Ryou for a moment. "Yesterday you were attacked by dementors. Remember?" A flash of recognition went through the whitenette's now narrowed eyes. Or was it something else? "More of those will come, except they'll have people with them who won't hesitate to kill you alongside many other people. Now, come with me and you might just survive." It was a little blunt, the werewolf knew, but what else to do when one is short of time and resources?
The Bakura's eyes were still narrow, now shining a dangerous blood red. Lupin, in his haste to leave, almost didn't notice. "... Fine." The boy's voice was deeper, more feral. He turned around and rushed back through the house.
'Odd boy.' And that was something coming from someone who taught magic to children.
The white haired boy returned minutes later, a black back around his shoulders.
"That all? What about your parents?" The werewolf asked, his eyebrows raised.
"Yes, that's all. And they're not here."
"Right, then follow me." Lupin lead him out the door. The two of them cut through several lawns and stopped in front of the small gathering of wizards.
Ryou (who you all have probably guessed by now is the Spirit) raised his eyebrows at the group. There was a middle-aged man who was a little on the plump side, with dozens of scars of varying age, and was missing a chunk of his nose. One of his eyes, electric blue, was moving rapidly in its socket of its own accord, the other dark one fixed directly on the Spirit. Then there was the girl, a pleasant looking person with bubblegum pink hair, short and spiked in all directions. Harry Potter, the boy who was with Ryou the day before, was standing a little off to the side, looking tired and confused.
"Um, hey, Ryou," Harry greeted, waving slightly. The Spirit ignored him. 'Must not be a morning person.' Harry thought, snorting quietly. He then noticed that Tonks was talking.
"... So when the Portkey activates, remember to not let go, even if your life depends on it, which it does..." The Boy-Who-Lived tuned her out again. "You got that?"
Moody pulled out half of a pack of Orbit gum. Harry looked genuinely surprised that it wasn't some completely absurd object that was so totally conspicuous you had to wonder how no one noticed it.
"Oi. It'll be activatin' in thirty seconds." Curt as ever, Mad-Eye.
"Okay, everyone grab on!" Lupin yelled, touching the pack himself.
The Spirit grabbed on at the last second, the pulling sensation in his navel becoming increasingly uncomfortable. He felt the constant spinning and sudden landing throw him out of Ryou's body, which landed painfully on his back. On concrete. Ryou (now not the Spirit) moaned, slowly opening his large brown eyes, and pushed himself up, nearly falling back down again.
Ryou looked blearily around. He was in the middle of a street, one of those circular ones with houses around the edges. The homes looked rather aged, but with modern touches. A stereo blared from one of the houses with lit windows. A few dogs barked. A street sign said, 'GRIMAULD PLACE' in big letters.
Lupin came over and shoved a piece of paper in front of Ryou. "Read this, and memorize it completely." He said. On the paper was written, 'the Order of the Phoenix is located at number 12, Grimauld Place'. Ryou did that. The paper shot up in flames suddenly, and Ryou stumbled back a few steps. He looked up again.
A house, rickety and run-down in nature sprung out from the dirt, the ones on either side of it moving aside. The music still rang out from the lit window. No one came outside of their abodes to gawk, as if they didn't even notice the change.
'Wow...'Ryou thought in awe.
/Don't make me laugh. These 'wizards' seem like lazy jack-asses, if anything./ The Spirit scoffed. Ryou frowned slightly, but didn't risk saying anything back.
The group of wizards were a ways ahead of Ryou now, almost at the door of the house that hardly looked adequate for human residence. He ran to catch up and entered the house behind them. He found himself walking down a narrow, dusty hallway lined with small curtains.
"Where's Sirius? Is he here?" Harry asked, giddy like a little boy in a toy store. Moody 'shhh'd him.
"Be very quiet. You don't want to wake anything up."
Ryou raised his eyebrows. 'What could there be that they dread waking up so much?' The thought scared Ryou slightly.
By the time they reached the end of the hall, it was all Ryou could do to keep from coughing. Really, he felt like an asthmatic! Through a large, dark door that was once probably very nice to look at was a sitting room.
"Okay, Harry, it's alright to talk now." Tonks stated, smiling. Ryou broke into a coughing fit, waving off the concerned looks from the other occupants of the room.
"Where's Sirius? Is he all right? What about Ron and Hermione?" The Boy-Who-Lived shot off in a barrage of questions.
"Alive and kicking!" A dark haired man chuckled, entering the room alongside a portly woman with flaming red hair. The woman rushed forward and wrapped her arms around Harry, squeezing him and then asking how the trip was and how his summer went. Harry replied, sounding slightly disturbed but affectionate.
The woman then turned and narrowed her eyes slightly when she noticed Ryou. "Lupin? Who is this?" She asked, suspicion in her eyes.
"It's okay, Mrs. Weasley... He was looked over when they evacuated the wizards from Privet Drive." Harry said, looking over to the whitenette.
Ryou tilted his head slightly and smiled the cutest, most dis-arming smile in his arsenal. Oh, yes, he was hardly ignorant about his looks. "Ryou Bakura, ma'am. It's a pleasure!" (A/N OMG, it's like writing an Ouran High School Host Club Fic) Molly Weasley's motherly instincts kicking in at that moment. She rushed over to the albino, doting over him, saying how thin he was. Ryou smiled slightly, this one real. The Spirit growled softly.
"Um, is Ron or Hermione here, then?" Harry asked apprehensively, leaning forward slightly. The Sprit chuckled darkly.
/Like a kid in a candy store./
"Yes, the both of them are upstairs." Mrs. Weasley sniffed. "Third door to the left."
"Thank you! Um..." Harry started, looking to Ryou. "Would you like to...?" Ryou smiled slightly.
"No! He's coming with us for a little... talk." Moody said menacingly. Ryou sighed.
"I guess that was to be expected." The whitenette sighed. Harry took one last look at the group and then darted up the rickety staircase.
The albino was then lead into the large dining room, where Moody, Lupin, Tonks, and another man with graying red hair sat down. Mrs. Weasley came up to Ryou and offered him a cup of tea.
"Is this really necessary?" The motherly woman asked toward the group of wizards sitting at the table as Ryou took the tea. She looked at it with a slightly apprehensive face.
"Yes, Molly." Moody answered.
/Don't drink the tea, Host./ Came a warning from within Ryou's mind. He didn't have to think twice to obey it, instead setting it on the table.
"Drink up, boy." Moody ordered, nearly glaring at Ryou.
"No, but thank you. I'm not thirsty." The albino smiled politely.
"We can get you some biscuits if you'd like?" Lupin suggested.
/Decline./
"Really, I'm alright." Ryou persisted, still smiling, though it looked a little more forced. If the Spirit actually took the effort to warn the white haired boy about something, it was probably important. And if something was important to the emotionally constipated entity, then it was of everyone's best interest that he did not drink the tea.
"Just drink the Goddamn tea!" Moody yelled, slamming his fists on the table. Ryou squeaked, hesitating before he lifted the small cup to his lips and took a small sip. "More!" He demanded.
/I SAID NOT TO DRINK IT DIDN'T I?!/
/Well what do you expect me to do?!/ Ryou yelled back, but soon regretted it. He was so screwed later. Instead of dwelling on that, he decided just to give in and drink the cup of tea that would result in who-knew-what. It tasted normal enough.
"Good. Now," Lupin began, giving a small glare at Moody for scaring the albino. "Let's start with something simple. Where were you born?"
"Tokyo, Japan." The suddenness of the response surprised Ryou. Where did that come from?
"How long have you been in England?"
Ryou hesitated. He had no idea how long he was there; after all, he had woken up in an alleyway for Ra's sake! "I spent five years here and then moved to Japan. I have no idea how long I've been in England recently, however."
The group raised their eyebrows and shared a few looks.
"Why don't you know?"
It took all of Ryou's willpower plus some to deny giving an honest answer to the question. How would these people react to finding out that there was an ancient, homicidal spirit bent on taking over the world living inside of a fifteen-year-old boy's body? Not well. No, that wouldn't turn out well with suspicious wizards.
Ryou's knuckles were turning white from clenching them. "... I have amnesia." He said finally, though despite his best efforts, it sounded slightly strained. Well, it wasn't completely a lie, was it?
"... Where do you attend wizarding school?"
"I'm... Home-schooled." The whitenette said. Again, more of a half-truth, but it was the best he could manage.
"How far are you in the curriculum, then?" Lupin asked, genuinely curious.
"Uhm..." Ryou trailed off. How could he possibly know? Moody sighed heavily.
"Tell me the most advanced spell you can perform, then." Lupin supplied, noticing Ryou's predicament.
"My... Magic isn't exactly like your's. It's very different, actually." Ryou said before he could stop himself. Just what the hell was in that tea?!
"What do you mean?"
Ryou tried, he really did. "It's called shadow magic!" He blurted out, slapping his hands over his mouth. A barrage of unspeakable curses ran through his mind, sent from a certain seething Spirit.
"Can you show us?" The Weasley man asked, leaning forward in his seat.
"No!" Ryou yelled, trying to sound as solid as he could.
"Why. Not." It was more of a demand than a question. Of course, it was coming from Moody, and light, friendly conversation was never really his thing. Ryou tensed, searching for an answer that wouldn't give anything more away.
"It's an old, very protected form of magic. I can't show you, and I can't tell you, either. Please," Ryou pleaded. "Just leave it." But they didn't.
"Where did you learn it, then, if it's so 'protected'?" Moody asked, sarcasm dripping off his words.
"A... Person," Ryou choked out. 'Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap, oh crap...'
"Oh, really? And who would be willing to teach you something so rare and different?" Moody leaned forward also. Ryou fidgeted. A bead of sweat rolled down his face in his effort to keep his mouth shut. Lupin sighed.
"Why don't we go back to our original intention, since it doesn't seem like we'll be able to get anything out of him?" Lupin suggested, a pitying gaze lingering on Ryou. Moody grumbled, but complied.
"Why did you move to Privet Drive?" Tonks asked. (A/N Forgot about her, didn't you? Don't feel bad. I did, too.)
"My father bought a summer home there, for when he got time off of work." Ryou said, slightly relieved that there was finally a question that didn't have any immediate consequences.
"Who is your father? Where is he now?"
"He's an archeologist. Right now, he's... missing. I don't know where he is." Ryou's hands formed into fists. He looked down, putting a fake look of sorrow on his face. Honestly, what with all the neglect and ignorance from his father, he really didn't feel very much grief. Maybe it was still just shock or denial. But at the moment, he was simply trying as hard as he could to leave the frigging table.
Molly Weasley chose that time to intervene, and with good reason. "Why don't we put this on hold for now? Poor Ryou is probably very tired." Moody looked about ready to protest, but decided against it. Ryou gave a decidedly grateful look to Mrs. Weasley.
"Alright, dear, follow me." The fiery-haired woman led Ryou up the flight of once-elegant stairs and down a hall. "I hope that you'll understand. We have no shortage of space, but most of the rooms are... infested, and we'd really rather not risk anyone's health. This is Harry and Ron's room, so it might be a little crowded." She opened the scratched door. The walls were faded, and the air smelled musty, but it had a kind of... homey feel to it. A small cot was placed in the corner, near two other beds. Ryou sighed.
"Don't worry, Mrs. Weasley. It's great!" Ryou smiled brightly. This time, though, it was actually real. He stepping inside and tried not to breathe to deeply, for fear of awakening some sort of dormant asthma or lung disease.
"Well, then, I suppose I'll just leave you to get situated." The woman left the room. Ryou was then alone.
Remembering directly disobeying the Spirit, he shivered, thinking of the punishment that was bound to come.
He whimpered.
The door banged open.
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Harry sat in Fred and George's makeshift bedroom, glaring daggers at his two best friends. They winced.
"Hey, mate... We're sorry, all right? It was Dumbledore's orders..." Ron started.
"Don't 'Dumbledore's orders' me! You could've at least told me something! You could have actually talked to me instead of bloody ignoring me for the entire summer!" The black haired boy yelled. Honestly...! Was it really that hard to send a simple owl?!
"Harry," Hermione started firmly. "We're sincerely sorry for not telling you anything. But we couldn't, and you have to understand that! Don't blame us, please." Harry stared, then sighed, knowing she was right. She was Hermione Granger, after all; the Griffindore who was rumored to be mistakenly placed there instead of Ravenclaw.
"I... I know. But it was so hard, not knowing what was going on." Harry sighed again, feeling the depression from earlier sink in again.
"So..." Ron started, trying to begin a friendly conversation. "Anything interesting happen to you?"
Harry paused. "Actually, yes. I was attacked by dementors, but I'm pretty sure you already know that." He smiled, thinking of the twins' talents with mischief and spying. Ron and Hermione nodded. "There was this guy with me, actually. He's here now. He did this really weird magic! It was like shadows were surrounding him... I think he killed one of the dementors."
Hermione gasped. "But... That's impossible!"
"I know. But he's really, um, weird. He's our age, I think, maybe a little younger, with white hair. His name's Ryou Bakura. You can't miss him."
After that, the conversation turned to Sirius Black and Dumbledore. Then to Hogwarts and homework, when Ron groaned and said he was too tired to think about that. The three of them decided to go back to their own rooms to sleep.
Once they opened the door into the hall, however, they nearly collided with Mrs. Weasley.
"Hi, Mrs. Weasley," Both Harry and Hermione said at once. The woman smiled.
"Hello, dears. Ryou's going to be sharing a room with you both, Harry, Ron. He's there now, but don't be too loud, he's probably exhausted." She explained and carried on down the hall. That certainly peaked their interest.
The three of them briskly walked down the hall and to the scratched up door to Harry and Ron's bedroom. They opened the door, though a bit too loud.
Ryou jumped and whirled around, startled. He was standing in the middle of the room, black bag still around his shoulders. His doe brown eyes were wide, his face pale, though more so than usual.
"H-Hello..." He started, giving Harry a tired smile. Then, noticing Ron and Hermione, he blushed. "I'm Ryou Bakura... It's nice to meet you."
"Ron Weasley."
"I'm Hermione Granger. Will you be attending Hogwarts?" The bushy-haired girl asked kindly.
"Uhm... Hogwarts?" Ryou repeated.
"The local wizarding school, of course!" She replied, laughing a little. 'Must be muggle-born, then.'
"I'm not sure." He said back, though a little tentatively. "I was home-schooled, for the most part."
"Wow! How far are you in the curriculum, then?" She asked eagerly. Like a kid in a candy store. Ryou swallowed, and tried to over-ride the effects of whatever it was in the tea he drank earlier.
/I TOLD you not to drink it for a reason, dumbass!/ Came the icy retort from deep in Ryou's mind. He frowned.
'No! Not this again!' "I... Um... I'm sorry, I'm really tired right now. Could this wait until tomorrow?" The whitenette asked as politely as he could, smile becoming forced one more. The girl looked a little dejected, but determined to resume her questioning the next day. Ryou felt even more depressed.
"Yes, of course!" She said, leaving the room.
"Well, I suppose we should all get some rest then," Harry muttered, stifling a yawn.
"Yeah, I think mum's going to make us all do some cleaning. She said something about a Doxie infestation in the drawing room." The two boys sighed. Ryou resolved to ask them about Doxies later on.
But a little part of his mind remembered the angry Spirit residing in his body, and dreaded the night to come.
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Yay! It's done!
This chapter caused me no small grief, however. The formatting of Fanfiction pisses me off SO MUCH. Seriously! It's like, sometimes after I write a TON of stuff and press 'save', it doesn't save, and I loose EVERYTHING. UGH!!!! .
Oh, and that isn't the worst part. It mashes words and phrases together, so when I write 'But a little part of his mind remembered the angry Spirit', it comes out as 'but alittlepart of his mindrem embered the angrySpirit'.
Buuuuuut… It's done! Done, done, done! And… if I remember correctly, I put in a little angst…? I'm… not so sure. ^.^;; Oops. Forgot the plot again!
Why didn't Yami Bakura just take over during the interrogation? Because shut up. That's why.
I hope you enjoyed it!