Chapter 2 meet the hikari
/Yami to Hikari/
/Hikari to Yami/
/Yami to Yami/
'thoughts'
"speaking"
Paseltongue
Warmth.
Security.
Longing.
Belonging.
Harry was wrapped up in a blanket of feelings and was…what was he feeling? Never before had he felt anything like this. It was…he didn't quite know what to feel/do about it.
But he knew he liked it. It was…warm, comforting. It was knowing that he wasn't alone, would never again be alone. Never again would he be lonely. They would always be there for him. They would never leave him alone, never leave him out.
He was theirs, Ra damn it. They were coming for him, to claim him, to protect him, to teach him, to treasure him. For he was a treasure - theirs! Harry blinked, startled. 'Ra?'
Confirmation. A god of Egypt.
Harry blinked, just a little bit bemused at his current situation. The Dursley's were being their usual disagreeable selves, read: they were treating him worse than a slave and barely fed him - that is, if they remembered he was even there and -
Outrage. Fury. Waves of it swamping him, widening his eyes at the strength. Warily, he looked at the door to his room nervously, half-expecting Vernon or Petunia to come barging in at any moment.
He sighed then, and thought about trying to calm down the two…entities? Spirits? Whatever they were down. Key word: thought. They were furious and it seemed to him that they were perfectly content staying in that mind-frame until they had a chance to exact their revenge against the Dursleys.
Harry frowned, making his displeasure at their thoughts on what to do to the Dursleys known. They responded immediately, with images of the cupboard and the multiple beatings he had gotten courtesy of the Dursleys.
Harry sighed dramatically and resigned himself to the fact that the Dursleys were going to regret even meeting him, let alone hurting him. Harry rolled his eyes again at the wave of vicious satisfaction that the other two were projecting at his capitulation.
Then he smiled, a secretive, sly little smile in the direction of the Dursley's. They were in for a big surprise when their new neighbors moved. Harry snorted at what the Dursleys would make of their new neighbors – who were even more 'freakish' than their nephew could ever hope to be.
After all, he wasn't the hikari to 5,000 year old tomb robber, he wasn't the one who was hikari to a 5,000 year old pharaoh, though. He was the one who was hikari to a tomb keeper. That was normal. Perfectly. If you ignored the fact that his very dark half had killed his father.
Hadn't he wanted this, someone to take care of him, to protect him from the Dursleys? Yes, he had. He'd wished so often, so fervently, to anyone listening for someone to love him, for himself and not because he was the bloody boy-who-lived, or the Gryffindor Golden Boy, or the youngest Seeker in a century, or James' son, or the Chosen One – but someone who would love him for him, Harry. Like Siri had.
Now he was going to get it in a few short days. If he was lucky, the Dursleys would ignore (forget) him so that he could sneak out and meet them when they weren't busy. Harry snorted, doubting that things would be that easy or he that lucky. He smiled at the wave of comfort that surrounded him, snuggling back into the corner of his lumpy bed, and curled up tightly beneath the sheet that the Dursley's had oh so generously given him and was thankful that it was summer.
Then he started to think about the boys that were going to be moving in next door and smirked. The Dursleys were not going to like them. They were different – not to mention some of them were famous – and they looked different as well.
Harry was very interested in meeting Bakura. He definitely sounded interesting and with him around, Privet Drive would then be able to claim that they had a juvenile delinquent living there. Though, he bet that most people would still blame him for anything that happened, even if they caught the new boy doing something, they'd most likely blame it on Harry. As they always did. Ryou was…what would they think of him? Well, other than he was better than their nephew.
Truth be told, he was really interested in seeing Privet Drive react to the pharaoh and his hikari should they ever have reason to come here. They were the ones you'd notice first. How couldn't you notice their hair? Not to mention, the pharaoh's eyes and how they dressed. Leather and chains was not something you saw everyday in Surrey.
Then he snorted dismissively and pushed everything from his mind. He had homework to do. Ugh. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and pulled out his potions essays first, all the while grumbling half-heartedly. His only consolation was the waves of sympathy and regret flowing through the bond.