Dangerous Affairs
xxxYUGIOH X HARRY POTTER Yaoi Crossover xxx M for yaoi, future sexual content ... and lots of it. YB/HP so far.
Ooc. A.U, Post-war fic. Le Smut to come as promised..but not yet, it'll be creeping up in the chapters that follow :D *dances* YAY
xxxI DO NOT OWN YUGIOH OR HARRY POTTER XXX.
Harry was literally stuffed inside of a sack, with many uncomfortable golden figurines jabbing into him, his knees were drawn into his chest and he simply waited for Thief Bakura to return from his raid, right outside the pyramid. If he had ran, he'd have nowhere to go and without the aid of magick he'd surely die out there in the desert.
Harry heard the sounds of men screaming, monsters angrily tearing into people, Harry took a peek out and saw Thief Bakura running out of the pyramid with a maniacal grin on his face, treasure laced all over his body, covered in considerably more gold then before. Guards had caught him raiding the tomb and were suffering at the hands of Thief Bakura's monsters.
Harry's eyes narrowed when he saw one man sneaking behind Thief Bakura.
Without taking a second thought, his war-instincts kicked in, jumping out of his hiding place into the hot sweltering sun, he ignored the camels jumping in surprise.
He came behind the guard sneaking up on the Thief and threw his hands over the man's head, his shackles began to strangle the man, who began gasping out for breath. Thief Bakura turned around so fast he almost got whiplash, he saw a knife in the sand, on the ground. Someone had tried to come up behind him, he looked up from the ground slowly to see Harry strangling a guard from behind, who was getting suffocated. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body about to fall limp in Harry's grip, but quickly held his head from his chin and held his shoulder to keep the body up.
With all of his strength he twisted the head violently to the left, the loud unnatural sound of a bone completely braking made Thief Bakura wince and cringe.
Harry pushed the body to the sand ground and stared at Thief Bakura, who never expected to see such violence from his hostage.
He just witnessed him snap the neck of a man, killing him instantly when the suffocation began to send him unconscious. Thief Bakura glanced at the guard's knife on the ground, for some reason, his prisoner saved him.
Harry suddenly snapped back into his regular demeanor, and walked to Thief Bakura's side.
"You forgot to bind my ankles when you shoved me in the sack" said Harry dryly "-and it's a good thing you did or you'd be dead" he finished.
Why did the idiot save me? Why didn't he run off? wondered a slightly irate and confused Thief Bakura.
"We should probably get away before the rest of the Pharaoh's men get word of it" said Harry, Thief Bakura stared at him.
"Why are you doing this?" he muttered, hocking himself on the camel and pulling Harry up with him. Harry didn't reply, he just clung to the hump of the camel and breathed heavily. It had been a while since he killed a man, and it felt odd.
They rode out into the empty desert again, only this time the wind was picking up and the sand began to fly into the air.
"Sandstorm!" choked out the Tomb Robber.
Harry opted to cling onto the man infront rather then the hump of the camel, the shackles did not allow him to put his arms around the man's lower stomach so he had to grip tightly on his shoulders. Thief Bakura showed no sign of discomfort or irritation, he glanced back momentarily though in surprise.
Thief Bakura was able to keep one hand on the rein of the camel and another protecting his eyes from the sand, Harry could not protect his closely shackled hands without risking falling off the camel.
Harry was surprised when the heavy sandy air disappeared, he was quite literally blanketed from it. Thief Bakura had reached into a side-bag of supplies strapped next to the loot and put on a hooded cloak, not that it would do much good as the wind pushed the hood down, but the rest of the cloak had draped completely over Harry though and sheltered him from the sandstorm.
Harry burrowed himself into the man's tensing back, he held the cloak still to hide his body.
It seemed like an eternity before they rode out the storm, Harry didn't know how long he'd been holding on but when the cloak came off he was greeted by a strange cave-like place.
"It's over, you can get off now" said the Thief dryly, Harry didn't immediately.
"Where are we?" he croaked out, he hadn't been taken to this place before and inside the cave were people.
"You really don't know when to keep quiet do you?" snapped Thief Bakura, he knew he didn't owe Harry an explanation but he couldn't put up with his constant relentless asking.
"If you must know, brat--" he began, Harry wished the man would just call him by his name and stop talking down to him as if he were a child.
"-the 'raid' was just to warn the Pharaoh, we're going back to his kingdom, and finish off Akhenamkhanen, though evidently it takes more then one person" smirked Thief Bakura.
Harry immediately called out Thief Bakura on his lie.
"No! What sense does that make? If you think I'm that stupid then I'm honestly offended! You did that little stupid raid so the Pharaoh would start looking for you in the wrong place, so he wouldn't expect you to immediately strike back Akhenamkhanen's tomb, it's so transparent, any battle-tactician who knows there stuff could guess that!" snapped back Harry who felt like his intelligence was being insulted.
Thief Bakura blinked in utter surprise.
"Well the Pharaoh is no battle tactician" shrugged the Thief King who wasn't too worried either way, though the boy was extremely intelligent and powerful, among other things -that he tried not to let his mind linger on.
"-Eh, boss is back" said a sleazy voice as they entered the cave.
"-About Ra-damn time to" coughed out another. Harry immediately thought one thing: cronies.
"Oh! Get us a present did you? We're touched!" snickered a third, who had obviously taken to much from the wine pouch, the third was looking at Harry looking slightly hungrily.
Harry really wanted to punch him.
"Touch him, and he will snap your neck before I" said the Thief dryly, glancing at Harry, who noticed that in a way he was giving Harry permission to harm them should they bother him... it was obvious he didn't care about their health. They were just numbers, cronies, lackeys, spare-hands, fellow criminals who only worked with the Thief because the Thief paid their price.
There were four of them though wearing plain thin garbs, they appeared to be playing an ancient game, gambling with one another. The one that was silent glanced at Harry, then at the Thief, smirked and muttered something to the other sat beside him.
"-How much you want to bet Zammhad, the boy is why the Thief took his time coming?" he said in a low voice. The other known as Zammhad snickered.
"Heru, I'd bet my bet my Ka on it", Ka, being the soul itself.
The other two, Seth and Ramun rolled their eyes at the two and resumed playing their form of chess.
Harry sighed and was pushed into a seat in the far corner, as the Thief approached his fellow bandits. The cave was lit only by the sun streaming in and a single melting candle. The Thief began talking through his all-out-raid plan and Harry's empathy began to pick up an uneasy feeling in his stomach. It was much like the feeling he got after the final battle, then when the Thief approached him his stomach gave an uncomfortable flip, he felt like things were not going to end well for the bandits. For some reason that bothered him, as long as he was with them they all shared the same fate.
Priest Seto may or may not be on Atem's side, he couldn't be sure, so running into his arms wouldn't do much good even if he did manage to escape and somehow survive in the desert with his magical binds.
Harry's eyes fell shut a moment, his breathing evening out.
He was just so tired of it all. The fighting, the running, the hiding...
He was pulled up, his body standing upright on his feet, standing up straight.
"-Is he sleeping whilst standing up?" snorted Heru in disbelief, the Thief blinked and smiled slightly, almost laughing himself.
"Yes, he is" his voice filled with trace amount of amusement, he poked the boy sharply -but only after taking a few paces back. Harry practically leaped out of his skin causing the others the laugh at his expense, though he looked positively ready to attack.
"Calm down" snapped Zammhad after a moment. Harry shot him a blood-thirsty look that made the man flinch slightly.
"Why isn't he gagged?" asked Ramun, which seemed like a standard procedure for hostages -unless the rumors were true about the two.
"Believe me I've tried, brat keeps managing to spit it out though...somehow" it was evident that the Thief was rather worn out by it.
"Feel free to try gagging me again and by the time I'm done with you, shackles or no you will be half a man" smiled Harry sweetly when Ramun looked ready to approach, he quickly backed away from the threat, as he was rather fond of his genitalia and from the look on Harry's face he looked totally serious.
Harry's stomach hurt painfully from not eating, he was sure the Thief's did also but both of them hid it well, Seth had managed to get a fire going as the evening turned cool. They didn't need the heat for warmth, they needed it to cook their meat, it was recognizably a large chicken. Despite them being poor scoundrels, due to how much they stole an dealed they were able to live like kings, feast like kings and spend like kings.
Harry was tossed a leg of chicken, he stared at the Thief King with a raised eyebrow.
"-like I said, a dead hostage is of no use to me, so shut your maze-hole and eat" snapped the Thief at the expression on his face.
Harry gave him a withering look, it scared the others into silence, but the Thief returned his look with equal venom.
"Tomorrow, we set off back to Kul Elna for preparations" yawned the Thief King, he dragged Harry deeper into the cave to curl up and sleep, frankly he didn't trust the others with the hostage. The Thief didn't bother shackling Harry's feet, he knew Harry didn't know the way to any civilization that would accept him.
The others shared a look and began to set up a rough sleeping area near the cave exit, further from them.
"As long as I'm with you people, we share the same fate, great" groaned Harry with sarcasm rolling off his tongue, it echoed throughout the cave, and there seemed to be something ominous about how it was said -like he was expecting a negative outcome. Thief Bakura shuddered, he didn't want to think of the possibility of failure, most would say this man was fearless -but he wasn't.
He was completely afraid of failure, because his harsh life had taught him one thing:
Failure is not an option. If you failed then everything goes down the tube, people die or get injured and one must start from scratch -and the Thief was not known for his patience.
He didn't want to think about it -no he couldn't or he wouldn't get any sleep that night. The other bandits seemed to be a little shaken by the idea of it not working out, but they didn't show it. Harry's stomach began to twist, he was awake with his eyes shut, he knew three things.
Number one, he wanted a bath and a desperate change of robe.
Number two, he really didn't want to hurt Atem or Priest Set.
Number three, he wanted a peaceful life.
Harry wanted the familiar uneasy feeling in his stomach to go away but it wouldn't, it was too much like the feeling before the final battle. He was able to brush off the uncomfortable feelings projected by the other bandits, but Thief Bakura just had an overpowering personality. Harry felt the beastly rage throbbing inside of his soul, like what he had felt after Sirius's death that was released when he had finally killed Voldemort.
But he had been left empty, like a dementor placed it's lipless mouth over his and sucked his soul from his bones, his existence felt pointless. Everyday he refused Ginerva Weasley's proposals of marriage -and many others, every day he came into the Ministry like a walking corpse, did his job, then went back to Grimmauld to sleep.
He was expected to become Hogwart's new headmaster, the next runner up for Minister of Magic and head of the Wizengamot and be the next Albus Dumbledore.
He did not feel fulfilled by any of these ideas at all, the fact he had to bury all of his friends, uncover traitors whilst wading his way through a corpse-laden river of blood to get to Voldemort -the one who cursed him since birth. When he died, the scar disappeared from his forehead, but the memories of war were still there. His life in Egypt seemed happier though, he began to think that perhaps it was his calling, though now he was a kidnapped hostage in the hands of one of the most feared legends of Egypt. He didn't seem evil, at least not to Harry, dark, yes, misguided? Yes, but certainly not evil.
The candle was put out as was the fire, the cave was completely dark save for the moonlight streaming in, Harry opened his eyes slowly and stared at Thief Bakura who was settled into an uneasy slumber, the other bandits had curled up against cushy sacks of loot to sleep but the Thief just fell asleep on the hard ground -like Harry did.
Thief Bakura's beastly anger was constantly refueled by the thousands of spirits of Kul Elna that refused to leave the only survivor. None of them allowing the other to move on, if Thief Bakura kept that up he'd become a demon-slave to his own rage. Harry knew what it was like to be more-or-less the only one left and the sick similarities he began to feel made his eyes go slightly moist. This had to be his calling, he couldn't allow things to end this way, even if it did somehow change the course of history. He took off the first layer of his robes and rolled it into a soft cushy ball, blindly he crawled around in the darkness with only the faint moonlight to guide him.
Hesitantly he placed his hand in the Thief King's hair, he grimaced in disgust, his fingers were immediately caught in his thickly knotted hair and grime.
Did he not take care of himself at all? he sighed and gently lifted up his head and prayed to Ra he didn't wake him up. Harry just felt slight pity for him, the grown man, the leader of the band of thieves sleeping on the floor, like he had for many years in the cupboard under the stairs.
He slid the ball of robes under his head as a makeshift pillow, he awkwardly set the man's head down on it.
Harry took great care in prying his fingers from the mass of gray-white hair without breaking a knot painfully which would wake him up. Thief Bakura let out a small comfortable smile in his sleep as he felt his head lean against something soft as opposed to the stone floor.
Harry crawled back to his own corner, without his over-robe he was slightly colder, all he had was a loose bloodied under-vest, his wrists ached and he pulled his knees to his chest. It was colder, uncomfortable and very dark but Harry was used to it.
He glanced at the bandits and tried to settle his stomach, he looked at Thief Bakura and tried not see himself in the man.
"It's not fair" mumbled Harry softly through the light snoring. It wasn't fair that people had to die, and he had an unsettling feeling that they would -unless he could somehow put a stop to the warfare...somehow.
How could he set free Thief Bakura from the spirits of Kul Elna? How could he avenge them without causing death? How could he get the Pharaoh to see he wasn't on anyone's side? Harry curled up and tried to sleep as the questions swam around in his mind for the rest of the night...
xxxEndChapxxx
More action in the next chapter, but I want character development so yeah it'll take a while... I'm also picking out monsters for Harry ;) ...R&R please
