Oh Ra THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWERS!
Kuroneko: aww crap meaning no baby killing T^T
What is your obsession with killing babies!
Kuroneko: Its...all...NIGAHIGA'S fault he started this killing baby joke, the one when he was talking about farts (that made noooo sense)
*sigh* anyway Thanks a bunch you guys for the review, I LOVE YOU ALL!
Kuroneko: o.O- I still love NIGAHIGA! ^.^ u can take the reviewers I'm taking Ryan!
Thanks for everyone who gave their opinion on what year we would be doing this story at but as votes go... "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" won (Kuroneko: *pout* T^T pooy) Thanks a bunch guys! (kuroneko: o,O you mean girls right?) ...sure...
Now for the disclaimers BAKURA!
*Spot light turns on to empty floor*
...Bakura?
Bakura: GAH! DAMN WOMAN! I DEMAND YOU TO RELEASE ME!
*Turns to see Kuroneko hugging Bakura* not again -.-' (Kuroneko: *purr* ^.^ he called me woman heheh)
Well...umm...I guess I'll do the disclaimers, Bakura's...er...occupied for the moment:
Don't own Yu-gi-oh or Harry Potter
Kuroneko: I call dibs on Bakura though! HE'S MINE MWAHAHAHA!
I thought you were with Ryan?
Kuroneko: ummm...I want both Nigahiga and Bakura! HA MINE DIBS! BACK OFF PUNK!
Tamashī no nageki 魂の嘆き
Lament of souls
Chapter 1: Sorrow follows Darkness
Authoresses: KBakaKitsuneKYA & Kuroneko
"Blah" English
"blah" Japanese
~o.O.o~blah blah blah blah blah...~o.O.o~= Flashbacks
***Blah*** ha ha made you read it lol
Cursed be the day I was born,
and the night which whispered:
'A boy has been conceived'.
May that day be dark,
may God on high ignore it.
May no light shine upon it.
May the shadow of death claim it as its own
May a cloud dwell over it;
may blackness of the day terrify it.
Let darkness swallow that night
Let it not add to the rest of the year
let it not be included in the month.
That night- oh, let it be barren,
untouched by the shouts of joy.
Let it be cursed by those who hate the light,
sorcerers who call in the Devil.
Let its morning stars no longer shine;
let it hope for light, but have none,
and never see the first ray of dawn,
-Job 3:3- 3:9 (Biblical passage)
Scrawny pale fingers of a 15 years old boy tapped nervously upon the plastic armrest as the plane he was on slowly descended from the skies and landed safely in Cairo's airport. His once soft long locks of shimmer silver hair now distorted due to the pouring weather back at Domino city in Japan before he had left. His big doe eyes reddened as dried up tears were visible to spot on his pale like complexion.
He rubbed his nose with the tip of his sleeve as well as his eyes, a tear streaked down his cheeks. His head was bent down low and his being lifeless, his long snow white hair cascaded down to the sides of his face like a curtain to hide his face from the people around him chattering and ignoring him.
His slender hand reached into his coat pocket to retrieve a slightly crumbled up picture, four people cuddled together with big grins on their faces. It was his family, his soaked eyes concentrated at the tallest person in the picture. His light blue hair tied behind him, and a soft smile such as his smile permanently placed on the picture. The teen slowly caressed the picture of the man as a tear dropped down on it. His mind raced back to the day he heard new of his father.
~o.O.o~
"arigatou gozaimashita, mata kite kudasai!" A boy that appears of the age 11 but was truly 16 smiled in goodbye,
His hair upright and styled in a outburst star which he say is natural, the mix of red and black stood out from his 'natural' hair as well as golden bangs pointing sharply outwards. He was dressed in a punk-like attire, black leather pants, sleeveless black shirt and a golden reverse pyramid hung on chains around is neck. Matching black studded choker, cuff and long leather boots, but even with the dark looks his soft tan like face, cute lavender eyes and delicate features not to mention sweet angelic smile would change your mind of him or make you momentarily confused.
The costumer smiled back at the young man before leaving the store, the boy sighed tiredly and glances over to the wall clock. There was only a few hours left till he closes shop which was a relief, he was tired and badly wished to join his gang outside than being stuck in his grandfathers shop though he didn't mind working...
CRASH!
The violet-eyed teen was pulled out of his thoughts as his head turned quickly to the sound, the sound seemed to have come from the back of the shop so he went to investigate but he had a feeling what was the noise. He walked into the next room to see the once organize pile of games mounted up on the floor burying another teen with them.
His soft silver curls stood out from the dark colored board games, his pale finger carefully rubbing the side of his head as he let out a hissing of pain. One of his doe eyes closed and his other looking at the mess he had made till they met the star-haired teens boots and traveled to his face.
"Are you alright Ryou-kun?" The violet-eyed teen asked in a concern voice as he knelt down besides the albino boy and shoved away the games from his being.
"Ah...yes, sorry about the mess Yugi-" Ryou apologized with a tint of blush creeping to his cheeks,
this has been the 8th accident he had since he started working with Yugi in his grandfathers game shop.
"Its alright, don't worry about it" Yugi smiled and grasp Ryou's hand in both his hands and helped his clumsy friend off the dirty floor. Ryou bowed slightly in the sign of thanks. After picking up and returning the fallen games they both headed to the front of the shop.
Ryou had begun working in 'Kame Game' since the first week of summer vacation; he needed the money to pay for his rent and needs to continue living. Before, his father would send the money to pay for all those but lately they have been coming late or too few, he did not want to be a burden to his father and so he decided to take up a job.
He actually never thought he would be able to get a job while still studying; he never had the time before because of...
the happiness on his face dropped as his body shivered at just the thought of him...his other self, his dark. His hand unconsciously fingered his right arm remembering the wounds he had gotten. But he had nothing worry about anymore, he was gone for good, back in his own time and Ryou will never see him again...
"Ryou-kun! Ryou-kun!" Yugi's immature voice squeaked him out of his thoughts,
he found a hand waving oddly close to his face, he looked down to see Yugi with that concern look again.
"Are you sure your alright Ryou-kun, you might have hit you head a little hard. Maybe you should go home" Yugi offered,
"No, its alright. I'm fine, really" Ryou reassured the small teen with a light smile, but he didn't seem to buy it.
"As your boss, I order you to go home and rest" Yugi said as sternly as he could, but he knew Ryou would never take him seriously but still he tried,
Again Ryou tried to decline but his tiny boss was persistent to his case, with a sigh of defeat Ryou nodded in agreement. The smaller boy smiled in victory then glanced outside.
"You better hurry Ryou-kun, it looks like it's about to rain" He said
Dark storm clouds began to roll in from the dimming sky.
Ryou panted heavily as he held his soaked jacket above his head like a make-shift umbrella from the pouring rain. He rounded the corner and spotted his apartment building at the end of the block and so ran faster. His tennis shoes and pants soaked by the puddles forming on the sidewalk and his shirt punctured by every single droplet of rain.
Quickly he turned and opened the door to his apartment building and jumped in. The door slammed shut behind him as he rested on the wall panting heavily; never had he ran that fast he was unused to it. After regaining his breathing he walked up to his unit leaving a trail of puddles on the dusty fading red carpet.
He stuck his hand into his pant pocket and fidgeted with his keys before pushing it into the knob of his unit. He shook his head causing droplets to bombard the now ill orange colored carpet before he entered his room.
Ryou closed the door behind him and gingerly took off his shoes and socks. He wobbled uncomfortably to the bathroom and peeled away his soaked clothes leaving only his boxers on then hung them on the side of his bathtub. He dried himself with a towel and walked over to his bedroom as he tried drying his unruly hair. He put on an over-sized shirt that was his and his gray pajamas and continued rubbing his hair.
He finally sat down on his bed and threw the towel away leaving his hair semi-wet. His tense muscles from running had relaxed and his eyes slowly drooped closed as he listened to the silence of his home and the rhythmic tapping of the rain on the windows; it was so peaceful he could just fall asleep.
Suddenly a burst of beeping cut through the silence causing Ryou to let out a startled cry and somehow managed to slip off his bed. With a simple thud followed with a moan of pain that is. He slowly picked himself up following the ear-piercing ring to find that to source of the noise was he phone, sluggishly he picked up the phone, placing it between his shoulder and ear as he aided he swollen head from the tumble he took.
"Moshi Moshi?" he greeted with a mumble
"Ryou?" a familiar voice asked in a slight Middle East accent
"Marik-kun? Is that you? How ar-" Ryou started happily but was cut off
Marik had suddenly burst into a fit in an Arabic dialect that Ryou struggled to follow, he tried to call the Egyptian down but he continued his ranting. It was odd hearing his friend bursting into a fit like that; he always thought Marik was a composed guy.
"Please Marik-kun slow down. I can't understand you" Ryou said
Finally Marik ceased bickering and Ryou could vaguely hear him catching his breath at the other end.
"Catch a plane and get here quickly" ordered the Egyptian,
"Why? Has something happened?" Ryou asked curiously
"It's your father Ryou," Marik started in a grim tone, "Your Father has been in an accident"
~o.O.o~
A small whimper escaped his trembling lips but was left unnoticed by the restless crowd, his nose began to redden and his sight began to blur. His heart pounded against his chest hard and quick, throbbing with each thought of his father in pain because of the accident. His mind trailed back to his mother then his dear little sister Amane…
'Nii-san, why are you crying? Don't cry...I'm here, I'll always be here for you'
Her sweet and comforting words echoed through his head almost mockingly, he was older than her yet it was her that had come to comfort him through tough time, she was the one protecting him not him protecting her. And now because of his selfishness she was gone. He could not repay his gratitude or even save her, all he could do was sit beside her bed and held on to her hand tightly begging her not to leave. And now he would have to do it again? this time for his father. Why was it everyone that was important to him must leave him before their time? Was he cursed? Why was it only him?
[Please be alright Father] He pleaded in his thoughts
"Are you alright?" A voice softly asked,
The albino looked up with teary eyes to see the elderly captain (pilot) standing formally at the aisle, his blue captain's hat tilted slightly on his balding head and his eyes trained on him. Quickly Ryou jerked his head away and wiped away his nose and eyes with his sleeve.
"A-ano...hai. I'm alright" He tried saying calmly but his voice quivered,
He turned his head back to the man and gave him a small smile; the captain returned a forced smile.
"Do you need help taking you stuff, I could help" The man offered but Ryou shook his head
"No, it's fine" He said with a bow,
The captain nodded, with a tip of his hat he left. The smile on Ryou's lips slipped away as he reached over to the compartments and grabbed his stuff. The plane was empty now everyone must have left already. Quietly he made his way out of the plane, he was bid farewell by the flight attendants with smiles and waves.
He looked around the crowded airport; people pushed pass him trying to catch their flights others looking completely lost. He slowly moved through the crowd and almost bumped into a little boy, his eyes curiously watching the boy. The young boy ran through the crowd, a smile planted on his face, his arms spread and suddenly ran into a grown man who engulfed the boy in his long arms and pulled him close. He hoisted the boy up on his shoulder, laughing and smiling brightly.
Ryou bit his lower lip as he lowered his eyes when the father and son walked pass him laughing giddily. He tried thinking back to the time he and his father met up with smiles like that, but he could not remember. He bitterly thought of how his father had left him two years after his mother's and Amane's death. But he always told himself it was because of his fathers job, it always kept his father away from him. His only remembrance of his dear father was the millennium ring. He remembered the feeling of being left all alone, fending of the world by himself not realizing that he was truly never alone...
His body began to shiver uncontrollably, he wrapped his arms around his body at the thought of him...the spirit. His demonic laughter echoed faintly in his memories, and the pain that he had inflicted on his body stung suddenly as if they were just fresh. His left hand unconsciously fingered the whitening scar that he had received from the spirit on his right arm when he disobeyed him. He always fingered that scar every time the thought or even the name of the spirit comes to mind.
The young white-haired boy closed his eyes tightly and shook his head. The spirit was gone now, he will not haunt him anymore nor will he ever return. The Pharaoh and Yugi saved him from the Spirit. They promised he would never return to him, he was happy for that. No longer will he be in pain anymore...but...
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder and quickly he spun around, his eyes were wide, his heart racing and thudding on his chest. was it the spirit?
"Ryou, calm down" A voice tried calming him down,
Ryou's eyes adjusted to the person's face. His face was a perfect tone of olive brown framed by sandy blond hair cascading down his shoulder blades and unique lavender eyes staring into his big doe ones.
"Marik" sighed Ryou in relief,
His heart calmed down as he took a breath then questions quickly flooded his mind. Questions of his father, he looked up at the Egyptian with concern eyes.
"How is he? How is my father, Marik? Is he alright? Can I see him?" He asked question by question not letting Marik actually answer him back.
The Egyptian boy placed a hand on his mouth shutting him up, he knew that Ryou was worried for his father and wasted no time to find out of his condition but he had to let him tell him without being bombarded with more questions. Muffled questions of Ryou had finally halted to a stop and Marik let go of his mouth,
"I'm not sure about anything of your father, whether he is alive or dead. Bodies have been pulled out off the tomb and we aren't allowed to get in till tomo-" Marik started but Ryou interrupted
"B-bodies, what do you mean bodies?," Ryou shivered, his voice filled with arising panic, "You said he was in an accident, you didn't say it was serious"
The albino's body shook involuntarily as an image of his father dead body flashed through his eyes, he closed them tightly. It wasn't real, he couldn't except it, not another one. Not his father, the only blood relative alive. His legs gave up on him and he began to fall to the ground but Marik caught both his arms and guided him down slowly. Eyes watched from around the teenagers with curiosity but quickly moved on to their businesses. Marik knelt down in front of Ryou who's eyes trickled with tears again, his fingers dug at the side of his scalp as he shook his head slowly.
"He can't be dead Marik, he's the only one left," Ryou whispered, "He can't leave me"
"R-ryou...I...I didn't mean," Marik stuttered, he was never really good with comforting a person.
He patted on Ryou's shoulder awkwardly to be taken by surprise when Ryou came in closer and hugged him tightly. Ryou's tears soaked his lavender wife beater as it buried deeper in his chest.
"He has to be alive...he has to be" Ryou muttered.
The express train back home from Hogwarts was quiet; the golden trio sat in their usual cart not uttering a single word for hours. Their faces expressed nothing but sadness; Hermione sniffled as she flicked away a tear from her reddened eyes. She took a napkin from her muggle pants and dabbed it on her nose. Ron stared down at his twiddling thumbs awkwardly, he had tried to make a conversation before but he was answered by cold silence.
The Harry Potter sat closest to the large windows, his elbow shifted uncomfortably on the ledge, his eyes staring emptily at the green scenery passing by as the train sped. His thoughts occupied his mind, images of the events of the Triwizard Tournament. He could remember clearly the looks he had received from the faces of people when he and Diggory's body returned to the castle. He could remember the silence and gaped mouths as he cuddled his friend in his arms, tears running down his eyes, the older boy's body stiff, cold, dead.
No one said a word to him but their eyes did not look at him with pity and sorrow, the way that they looked at him was completely different than he had wished it to be. They accusing him of Cedric's death, that's what they looked like, he knew that was what they were all thinking. He tried telling them, warning them of Voldemorts return but they would only sneer at him coldly. Dismissing what he had said, not believing in the truth. They thought that he had killed him, the-boy-who-lived killed a fellow student to be winner and champion! But that wasn't true! Blasphemy! He would never do that.
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours as the Hogwarts express slowed to a stop at the secret station, Harry looked out of the window to see a frantic crowd of parents drawing close to the doors. Everyone had someone to pick them up, everyone but him. A few women caught his eyes and began whispering to the other mothers, he knew they were talking about the accident, like everyone else.
Ron was the first to get up from the trio of friends; he looked over to his pals before reaching above to get his stuff.
"Come on guys, we have to get off now" he commanded but not in a commanding voice, his voice seemed to be more pleading than demanding.
Hermione and Harry nodded and got their stuff as well, they walked through the hall and out of the train and on the platform. Harry knew what was going to happen next.
Complete silence...
Eyes of thousands trained on him, glaring, glancing, and staring. Whispers burst from the crowd as the trio snaked their way through. Celina a new Gryfindor tried to wave at Harry but her mother quickly took her by the hand and hissed at her to not wave at him before pulling her far away from his sight. Harry lowered his head but a reassuring hand was placed on his shoulder, he turned to see Ron who saw Celina and jerked his head to the right.
"Let's get out of here, they're bloody annoying" he hissed and pulled Harry along ignoring the looks.
Soon the crowd began to grow smaller, as children were reunited with parents and hurried away. Harry watched for the sidelines, watching the parents hug and kiss their children while the children whine about them ruining their status. He always wanted to be like them, to have parents waiting for him and welcoming him home from a full year of school. He wanted to be normal...well and normal wizard, not the-boy-who-lived and is treated differently.
"RON!" A voice echoed through the nearly emptied station, wait...no it wasn't echoing
The trio looked to the right to see the twins hollering Ron's name over and over again. Ron got up from his seat as the twins slowed to a stop in front of their little brother,
"Hurry, mums looking-"
"For everyone-"
"Weasley family meeting-"
"SHE'S FRANTIC" the twins ended at the same time before grabbing Ron and his suitcase.
"Wait! hold on a bloody second! What the heck is going on?" Ron demanded for an answer as he was being pulled away
Hermione and Harry exchanged concerned looks to each other before deciding to follow, they took their stuff and ran to both either sides of the twins. In the distance two redheads girls were standing next to each other, Harry could clearly recognize Ginny and Mrs. Weasley. Ginny held on to her mother's hand, a concern look plastered on her face.
"Mum what's going on?" Ron asked as he noticed the teary eyes of the grown woman when they had stopped in front of her
The Weasley's mother sniffled then burst into tears, she shoved pass the twins and engulfed her youngest son in her arms.
"The most terrible thing happened Ronald" she wailed and hugged Ron tightly,
Ron's face was flustered to his mothers odd behavior, usually she hugs him to death when they are in the privacy of their home!
"Mum!" He whined as he struggled to get out of his mother's arms
"It's your brother! William, h-he's...he's been in an...accident! I-in the tombs! We have to go! Go see him" she cried,
Everyone looked in shock, Ron had stopped squirming around and looked down at his mother, Ginny covered her mouth as she let out a sob. She ran over to the twins and Fred hugged her tightly for comfort. The non-members of the Weasley family just stood unable to speak again...
(Kuro: BABY KILLING TIME! THE BIG ASS REVIEW BUTTON IS RIGHT DOWN THERE! IF YOU AIN'T REVIEW YOU MIGHT AS WELL KILL BABIES!)
KURO! *sigh* Well that's all for now! I felt that it was kinda short, sorry
(Kuro: told you to write more)
Well if you weren't to obsessed with killing your favorite character and helped me maybe I would have written more!
(Kuro: Well, Excuse me if I enjoy killi-hey wait!)
lol please leave a review any kind, weird ones, short, long, flames(Kuro: *takes out flamethrower* if you dare), Critizeing mabob (Kuro: DO it and you kill a baby)
I thought I baby would die if they don't review,
(Kuro: No they die when some heartless person gives a bad comment to MY beautiful story)
*snort* excuse me your story?
(Kuro: *Takes out Flamthrower again* you were saying something?) *Hides behind Yami Bakura*
No...save me
(Kuro: hey stay away from my man! *Chases me with flamethrower*)
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