xxxHarry Potter x Death Note x YuGiOh crossover yaoi with future lemon.
Dark! WHY Harry was in Azkaban gets revealed...a lot later in the story...
xxx I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE OR HARRY POTTER OR YUGIOH XXX
Bodies don't stay buoyant for very long, Harry unfortunately found out, he felt so disgusted with himself when he actually tore off Beyond Birthday's left arm with his teeth and after much pulling to use it as a makeshift oar. Tears clouded Harry's vision, the smell of blood invaded his nose and he seemed so disoriented, the frequent throwing up didn't help either yet despite it all it seemed that God was on his side as he managed to reach the coast of land safely.
"I do this for you," muttered Harry, burying Beyond Birthday deep into the forest as fast as he could and the only thing that marked his grave was tree stump. Nobody would go this deep to the very edge of the forest beside an abandoned mine, nobody.
Harry used a sharp rock to cut something into the tree stump, into a kind of grave marker.
The World's Greatest Criminal
Beyond Birthday
BB
The hand holding the sharp rock began to ache, that's all Harry could write, he buried his mentor with everything save for his hand -which he hacked from his decapitated arm. He preserved the hand in a jar of near-icy water, the jar had washed up on the shore among the garbage on the coastline.
Harry wiped the tears from his eyes, mostly that came from vomiting so much at the sheer disgust of his own actions -though he knew Beyond Birthday would have approved of the regardless.
Harry stared at the dirt mound beside the tree stump, he knew he had to keep running soon, but it didn't feel right to say goodbye so harshly.
"I feel I should say something, even though nobodies there to listen" mumbled Harry to himself as he placed a tiny, minuscule cluster of buttercups and daises that did not look out of place from a distance, nothing did. Harry just wanted to make an effort even if the grave seemed half-assed, it took a lot of effort on Harry's part.
Harry was wrong, someone was listening.
Rem was.
"You told me, that your initials, BB didn't just stand for your name, Beyond Birthday" Harry didn't know what else to say apart from this.
"-You told me that, B is for Backup, but that's a lie" Harry sighed, he felt as though he were being sentimental for no reason. But there was nobody else there to.
What strange rituals you humans have, but they are beautiful thought Rem, naturally, a Death God would think that. Harry felt the dirt surround his near-soleless shoes that had been battered to the point it probably would have been best to have gone barefoot. Grime seemed to be attaching itself to Harry once more, who reeked of both blood and his vomit.
"-B is for Beloved" and with that, Harry turned away, the jar containing Beyond Birthday's hand carried at his side. His eyes seemed colder, the tears disappeared without falling, and his prison clothes hung off him by a thread.
His body began to ache as he ran the most he'd ever ran, deep into the forest, praying to whatever God that he didn't get caught.
Harry was desperate for a drink, his teeth had the taste of vomit and flesh sticking to them, his joints hurt from moving so long, so much.
Rem thought that this was as good a time as any.
Harry yawned, and as he blinked he felt a paper brush against the nape of his neck. He almost screamed when he was greeted by a large, inhuman, monster of a being holding out a little black book. Harry did not want to draw attention to himself in the alley by screaming, so he didn't. He just twitched, violently, itching to run away.
"Hello Harry" and from that moment on, Harry's life changed forever.
A Month After Escape.
Harry was walking rather smugly out of a muggle motel, with the aid of the Death Note, usually he would have had his doubts about killing people but after three years of Azkaban since he was sixteen, he had become a hardened man.
Rem was surprised at the quick changes, all it took was a few strokes of his pen into the Death Note he had taken dead man's clothes easily, and was almost completely unrecognizable in a black suit and tie. His out-grown hair was combed until it was silken, straight and perfect. He resembled his mother more now, Lily rather then his father, James. His mugshot was of him, younger, with short wild gravity-defying hair and healthy tan skin. Now he was taller, had a prison toned body that showed in his shape, and his skin was so white it looked almost unhealthy, his eyes were sunken but not nearly as bad as they had been in yet. He still attracted attention somewhat from both genders, which was why Rem left when Harry entered a cheap motel with a person... well... two, one male, one female.
"Ah, you're back" said Harry quietly, when Rem came up behind him after he checked out the motel.
"I have no desire to watch the human mating ritual," deadpanned Rem, Harry laughed. Harry's eyesight was fixed when he received the Shinigami Eyes though, that not only allowed him to see the full names and lifespans of people but perfected and he gained 3.6 times his current vision, it was an added bonus.
Harry could not see his own lifespan though, or those of other Death Note users, so far he had yet to run into anyone without a lifespan though.
Harry had a wallet stuffed with money at his disposal too, again, from stealing from his victims. So far he had only killed one innocent, for his clothes, the rest had been crooks who he'd stolen cash and jewelry from.
"You're such a dirty thief," said Rem dryly.
"-Me, dirty? Nope, I managed to snatch a shower at a local gym" said Harry half-listening, Rem's eyes rolled at his typical behavior. Harry's swanky leather shoes shined, Harry actually felt on top of the world, for a prisoner who had been falsely imprisoned and forced to live in poverty most of his life, Rem could see why.
"Do you have any desire to go to the wizarding world?" asked Rem softly.
"No, not really. But I need to get too Domino, Japan without using muggle transport and the only way I can think of is a portkey" sighed Harry, walking down the streets of the little coastal town calmly, as if he wasn't on the run.
"Then, if it causes trouble for you, I will go to the wizarding world and retrieve a portkey for you, however you will have to set the location yourself. Finding one for exactly Domino would be nearly impossible" said Rem blandly, Harry looked up in shock.
"You'd do that?" he asked bewildered.
"Yes" said Rem simply.
"Why?" asked Harry, tilting his head.
"A particular Shinigami, the one who used to own the Death Note you're holding, died extending your life for you, I happened to be there at the time... Lets just say, a little of that affection for you was passed onto me when they died" said Rem who began to fly away from Harry, presumably to get the portkey.
Harry looked at the little Death Note in his hands, the older pages seemed worn out.
"A Shinigami loved me?" he wondered out loud, then he shrugged it off and decided to wait for Rem in a cybercafe. He always thought that Death either really loved him or really hated him, since he should have died a multitude of times already.
He had missed three years of the world in prison, and as he went onto the internet with slim memory of it, he decided he had a lot of catching up to do before Rem came back.
Harry's criminal record existed only in the Wizarding world but if he used his real name in the muggle world they'd eventually track him down, so Harry decided to search around on the internet for a way to register himself as a Japanese citizen as Believe Birthday, whether the methods be legal or not.
He hummed and stopped when he he saw adds at of the corner of the screen.
Hm, Viagra adds . . . damn MORE Viagra adds . . . how much Viagra can a person need? wondered Harry in amusement.
Hey, what's this? "Start Dueling Today!"? Duel Monsters -order cards now? it was the graphic pictures of monsters in the add that had caught Harry's attention.
Harry clicked it and was flooded with information on a strange 'teen' craze, he decided if he wanted to fit in, he'd have to be in on it.
A small plan began to form in Harry, or rather, Believe Birthday's mind as he thought back to the hand of his mentor that he kept in the minifridge in his hotel room.
He smirked.
I hope L likes surprises...
Before he went offline, he decided to do one more quick search, for a rentable home, in Domino, Japan.
Later:
In his grungy hotel room, Harry sighed in comfort at the feel of a soft bed, though dirty as it was and despite a month passing he wasn't used to it. He was used to the ground of Azkaban, the only time he began to feel even mild comfort was if his scary cellmate let Harry lean on him.
Harry shuddered as he thought back to Beyond Birthday, he could still taste the man's flesh on his teeth whenever he thought back to his brutal escape from Azkaban -and the hand he had taken from him that sat in the minibar's fridge served only as a reminder until Harry would get to use it. Also, after he could tune into his magick again, he planned to practice a few wandless stasis and privacy charms.
Rem flew in through the open window and slowly approached Harry who was curled up in so many blankets he could pass off for an Egyptian mummy.
Azkaban did not have blankets, so Harry wrapped himself in them so tight incase they should suddenly disappear.
"I have the portkey," said Rem, setting a small golden, emerald ring on the table next to the minifridge.
Harry mumbled softly under the dirty semen-stained hotel blankets, Rem shuddered and wondered how humans would willingly pay to surround themself in filth -then Rem remembered that Harry was an ex-con, so this must have seemed like the lap of luxery.
Rem moved closer to Harry to hear what he was saying.
Yawn. "Rem, I'd kiss you if I wouldn't fall right through you" with a grin following it, he fell asleep, and Rem sighed.
The boy really did grow on you.
"Like fungus..." muttered Rem, watching over Harry as he slept, almost protectively...on the behalf of someone who couldn't do that anymore.
For You, Shinigami Gelus . . .
Outside the Ministry of Magick.
When the escape of convict, Harry Potter reached the news, it caused a complete public uproar.
"-What do you say to the allegations of Azkaban's weakness being a reflection on you Minister?"
"-Following Potter's escape, what do you plan to do?"
"-What do you have to say about the alleged mistreatment of prisoners?"
"-Rita Skeeter of the Daily Prophet here Minister, what do you say to the people who are saying that the Ministry is incompetent?" the swarms of reporters following Potter's escape hounded the Minister as he tried to get into work.
"I will release a statement at my press conference next Tuesday, until then I will take no further questions!" screamed Fudge as his aurors acted as body guards against the crowd.
"No comment!" screamed Fudge over the hounding, probing, questions.
"If it wasn't for the money, I'd hate my job" muttered Fudge as he got into his office that day.
XXXENDCHAPXXX
This was necessary filler, a) so Harry could catch up, B) Set up preparations so we can get straight into the actiony-chapters :P
On a more random note, aww... Azkaban-Harry is undeniably cute :3
Thanks to all readers & reviewers.