YAAYYY! DOUBLE UPDATE!
Vaness: Yay! Chapter 4! Sadly to say, this chapter won't be as hyper as the previous Chapter 4... if your memories stretch that far, that is.
Seto: Mine certainly does.
Telly: Shut up, Seto.
Seto: Hmph.
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Japanese names to dub names: Malik – Marik, Jounouchi (Jou) – Joey, Seto – Kaiba, Ryou – Bakura (But everyone calls him Bakura anyway), Sugoroku – Grandpa Moto (Solomon? Simon? Who knows?), Otogi – Duke Devlin, Isis – Ichizu, Shizuka – Serenity, Honda – Tristan, Anzu – Teá.
Key:
Key:
(( )) - yami to hikari
( )- hikari to yami
" " - speech
' ' - thoughts
Italics - letters, newspaper articles, emphasized words etc.
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Chapter 4 –
"Oh dear."
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"Now he's gone, what use do I have for this?" the figure laughed bitterly. "We have to get him back no matter what it takes, for he is my tool in the road to the domination of the wizarding world!"
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"Well, Sybill, what of the boy?" asked Dumbledore expectantly, as the Divination teacher burst into his office. To say that Sybill Trelawney looked, at that point, like a teacher, was an understatement. Her hair was wild (as in, even wilder than usual), her glasses were fogged up, and a frantic demeanor had replaced her normally misty one.
"Ohh, terrible, terrible, Albus. He is in terrible danger. Even Firenze agrees with me on that one, and you know how we don't mix. I told him!" she suddenly screeched, "I TOLD him on the last lesson! I told him to beware! But he obviously hasn't listened to me, as I predict that he will be mortally injured!"
Dumbledore's heart suddenly became very heavy.
"Call Professor Snape, please, Sybill," he said. "We have something to discuss."
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Arthur Weasley was just a normal man working for the Order of the Phoenix, walking around his patrol area. Yup, just your average fighter of evil. He had circled the area 999 times now and was looking forward to his thousandth. 'Thousand times lucky, as they say', he thought cynically. However, he was prevented from finishing his thousandth circle as, rounding a corner, he stumbled onto two bodies. Panic went through Arthur's brain at first, but before he broke into hysterics he steeled himself and knelt down to check them.
They were clothed and appeared to be foreign. Fortunately, they were still breathing. Arthur thought that they seemed rather Asian or even Japanese in fact. They, a boy and an old man, both had spiky hair; 'Must be a family trait,' Arthur mused. In the dark, Arthur could not see their hair color; if he had, he would've been shocked. The boy's hair was multicolored in such a way even a spell could not have made the same effect. And it, as Arthur would find out later, was natural.
But Arthur could not think of hair color and family traits at such crucial moments. He quickly Apparated into St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries with a loud crack.
"I'm here to check in two patients. They seem to be in pretty bad shape."
"Very well, sir," the receptionist replied.
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Seto Kaiba honestly could not believe that the whole mess has started yesterday. Today, his last day at KaibaCorp for quite a while, he had to deal with the usual. Same old, same old. They were going to fly to London to apparently save Yuugi, who had landed himself in yet another mess. Seto, leaping at the chance to test his new jet prototype (or so he told himself...), had grudgingly agreed. Mokuba, after hearing of this, had decided that he wanted to go too, and since not even Seto can resist Mokuba's Puppy Eyes, off he went.
"Clothes?" Mokuba asked, holding a pen in one hand and a clipboard in the other.
"Check."
"Sanitary items?"
"Check."
"Laptop?"
"Check. Come on, Mokuba. You wouldn't expect me to forget my laptop, would you?"
"Expect the unexpected, nii-sama. It's the golden rule for business. That's what you say anyway. The newest KaibaCorp technology ready to be introduced to the English public?"
"Check."
"I swear, nii-sama, you always take advantage of people," Mokuba said, grinning.
"Well, Mokuba," Seto replied pleasantly, checking his fingernails, "Many a chance has slipped through the hands of those who ignore opportunities."
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The Bakura household was on a roll. Ryou was systematically going through the stuff he needed in his head and checking to see if it was there, and Bakura was playing with cotton wool. Ah, the simple pleasures in life.
"Yami, have you seen my lucky rabbit's foot?" Ryou asked, sifting around the bookshelf.
"What rabbit's foot?" replied Bakura, shiftily disposing of some fur-covered object. Noticing this, Ryou sighed mentally. "Never mind," he said as he packed the Millennium Puzzle in his bag carefully.
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Meanwhile, Jounouchi was attempting to pack. He had gotten everything he needed messily stuffed into a suitcase, when suddenly he remembered that he had forgotten his deck. Which was, thanks to Honda's passion for video games, messily strewn all over the house. He quickly looked everywhere, packing them together, until he only needed one more card. With about a minute to go. 'Where's my Skull Dice?' he asked himself mentally, looking around at the mess in his room. Just his luck! To Jounouchi, his deck was God. Even if he probably wouldn't need it in England, he wouldn't leave without it complete.
"AUGH!" he screamed in frustration. "SKULL DICE COME TO ME!
Skull Dice hurtled across the room from under a flowerpot into Jounouchi's hand with a thwack.
Jounouchi blinked. "This magic thing is actually quite useful," he mused thoughtfully.
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Malik was thinking about the letter from Dumbledore as he packed his bag to go to England. He had not forgotten it, even if the others had in the wake of Yuugi's disappearance. So he packed a few things he thought might be useful. After all, you have to prepare for the unexpected, like 8 hours of boredom in Seto's plane. Remembering that, Malik put his Millenium Rod inside his pocket. A wicked idea was beginning to form inside his mind.
"Heh heh heh..." the Gravekeeper cackled to himself as he carried his bag to Kaiba Mansion.
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"I can't believe they didn't tell us until the very last minute!" Honda complained on the phone.
"I know! I suppose they were preoccupied, what with Yuugi's disappearance and all... but they could have spared five minutes!" Anzu replied.
"Yeah..." Honda said. "Oh well, be glad they didn't leave without us. Although I know Jounouchi would never do that."
"I guess so," Anzu said, not letting the uncertainty show in her voice. "I'm almost done packing though. Are you?"
A sharp gasp came from the other end. "Are you kidding me, Mazaki? I'm not that quick with packing for journeys!"
Anzu sighed. "Well, I'd better come over then. Wait for me."
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"Are we all ready yet?" asked Seto's pilot, Takegawa Juno. Juno (who looked about twenty or so) was dressed very stylishly, his outfit including a beige pilot suit and a pair of goggles, which Malik had pronounced 'cool' and had plucked off him once they had become acquainted.
"Yeah..." Honda and Anzu said.
"Yep," said Ryou cheerfully lugging a bag the size of Egypt and hauling it in the plane.
(I'm letting you take over for the duration of the flight,) Ryou told his yami. (Something's going to happen. I know these people.)
((Thanks a lot,)) Yami Bakura grumbled. (You'll thank me, all right,) Ryou said, smiling. (You'll have so much fun your gut will burst.)
"I'm ready," said Jounouchi, carrying a small rucksack. "But Kaiba, are you sure that this plane will work? I mean, if it doesn't, we could DIE." He gasped theatrically.
"Every aircraft has a chance of crashing. This jet just has an added chance, that's all," Seto replied sharply, emphasizing the word jet.
"Now, Malik," Isis began her Be Good Or Else You Will Face Certain Death speech severely, "if Kaiba-san says you're not good in England, I'll make you wish you were never born!"
Malik just grinned cheekily, knowing full well that his sister knew what he was going to do. "And after that, I'll file for child abuse." Isis grinned despite herself, and knocked Malik on the head.
"OWW! Isis..."
"Come on, let's go," said Seto impatiently, getting on the jet, "unless you want Yuugi to die."
Yami Bakura (Ryou had decided to relinquish control a little earlier than he'd intended to) turned a wistful look towards Seto, "Aw, Seto, you always spoil everything..."
Seto narrowed his eyes. "Don't. Call me Seto."
Yami Bakura replied, "Alright then, Seto. I won't call you Seto."
Seto's eye twitched. "Ya... mi... Ba... ku... ra..."
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Seto glanced with annoyance and Malik, who was playing Pharaoh, an Egyptian citybuilding game, on his laptop. "Malik..." he began exasperatedly. But Malik merely whined, "A few minutes more, please, Kaiba! I only have to set up a few more temples, and then I'll win the scenario!"
So Seto waited patiently. And waited. And waited. Until he could wait no more.
"Malik, can I have my laptop back, please?" asked Seto for the thousandth time.
"No, Kaiba, just a few more minutes! I only have to build a housing neighborhood, hire workers for the Firehouses, Police Stations, Architect Posts, Temples, Farms, Work Camps, Potters, Breweries..." Malik went on and on.
Seto sighed.
Meanwhile, Jounouchi, Mokuba and Yami Bakura were playing with Seto's amazing LCD Screen TV. "Cool!" said Jounouchi, flipping the channels like a master. "This thing has like 645 channels!"
"And you've flipped through them all in 5 minutes," agreed Yami Bakura, lounging on the couch. "My nii-sama is good," said Mokuba appreciatively. "Subscribing to 645 channels. If we were going to sell it, it would fetch eight million US at least."
Eventually, after two more hours, Malik stopped playing Pharaoh and joined Jounouchi and co. on the couch, leaving Seto to conduct his business.
"Hey, stop!" he said impatiently as Jounouchi flipped through the channels. "Stop flipping those channels so fast, Jounouchi! I wanted to watch that!"
"Watch what?" Jounouchi asked giddily, flipping through even more channels.
"That one!" Malik told him, then said "No, you! The one before the one before... drat, never min—no, that one! JOUNOUCHI!" Malik took a swipe at the remote control, but Jounouchi held it up high in the air, grinning. Yami Bakura laughed, watching the scene unfold in front of him and Malik scowled. "Your skills could really help now, you know?" he told the Tomb Robber, who had his hands stuck in his pockets.
"I only help when I want to," the Tomb Robber replied lazily, and he received a glare from Malik. Then Malik stopped reaching for the remote and looked and Seto slyly. "He's immersed in his laptop. Good," he whispered to the others. "Why?" asked Mokuba. Yami Bakura caught on, and told Mokuba, "We're gonna play a trick on your brother." Jounouchi added, grinning, "Translation: We're gonna have some fun." Mokuba smiled slyly. "Tell me about it," he said, as Malik fingered his Millenium Rod suggestively. One thing was for sure. Seto would not like their idea of fun.
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Juno was piloting the plane, and calculated that due to unexpected turbulence, they would reach England in 3 more hours, not 1 and a half. He set the plane on Auto, then wandered to the bar to get a drink. Seeing Honda and Anzu, he went over to them.
"Hey," he said, sliding into a seat near them. "What brings you to London, anyway?"
He saw Honda look at Anzu, and Anzu look at Honda. Finally, Anzu spoke.
"We're not really sure..." she said. "Apparently Yuugi's gone missing again. You know, Mutou Yuugi? His place was ransacked and he's disappeared. Somehow Jounouchi and the others think he's in England."
"Although, you know, we may not be able to trust Jounouchi," Honda said, grinning. Anzu, however, did not take it the way he intended. She frowned, then told him, "Yuugi's missing! Don't joke like that, Honda, it just makes the situation even worse!"
She then walked out of the bar...
...and walked back in, a strange expression on her face. She motioned outside, and told Juno, "You know... you should probably be out there." He walked out with her following and Honda, not wanting to be alone, followed as well.
What they saw made them... was it laugh or cry? They weren't sure. All they knew was that Seto was singing operatic music at the top of his voice.
Which, incidentally, wasn't very high.
Anyway, Malik was controlling him, and Jounouchi, Mokuba and Yami Bakura were laughing, so yes, Honda, Anzu and Juno were very, very scared.
After a most enthusiastic rendition of 'Memory', in which the cast continuously cringed, Malik looked to them for suggestions.
"Well..." Anzu said.
"I know!" Jounouchi butted in, grinning, "It's a Small World!"
"A wonderful idea!" Malik said, and Seto opened his mouth and began to sing.
"It's a world of laughter
A world of tears," Seto twirled around and did several jetés with the grace of a ballerina. Jounouchi was laughing at the sight of his former nemesis bawl his head off and started singing jokingly, changing the words to words you shouldn't say. Anzu, guessing where it had come from, glared at Honda, but Honda was also singing as well.
Oblivious, Seto continued,
"It's a world of hopes
And a world of fears," Ryou had come out ("Couldn't resist," whispered Yami Bakura as he entered his Soul Room) and was eyeing Seto disapprovingly, but mostly with amusement. "Good one," whispered Ryou, leaning towards Malik. Malik looked very surprised that Ryou, of all people, had said that, but he merely grinned and mouthed, 'There's more.' Ryou raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "Really?" and Malik nodded.
Meanwhile Seto was doing glissades around the plane, going through the kitchen, the bar, and the lounge once again, and so on, singing,
"There's so much that we share
That it's time we're aware
It's a small world after all!" Mokuba was laughing at his poor brother, and Yami Bakura ruffled Mokuba's hair. Juno was beyond shock, but once the fact that his boss was doing ballet in the middle of a jet flying to England finally entered his brain, he stared, stupefied, for a moment, and then burst out laughing.
"There is just one moon
And one golden sun
And a smile means
Friendship to ev'ryone," Seto danced into a Kuriboh which promptly disappeared. Everybody eyed Yami Bakura suspiciously, but he just grinned and shuffled his deck.
Seto was now panting heavily, for, despite his slim figure, he was severely unfit. "I think we should let him finish the song, should we?" asked Yami Bakura. Jounouchi, looking disappointed, nodded nonetheless, and Malik sighed. "Okay," he said in resignation, "No more ballet moves for our favorite CEO." Seto stopped dancing and finished bawling out the song between gaps that were filled with panting, "Though the mountains divide
And the oceans are wide
It's a small world after all!
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small world after all
It's a small, small world!" Seto did several cartwheels, crashed into the refrigerator (because he's so darned tall), and finally did a perfect back flip to land in front of Malik, who he promptly glared at. Well, it's true that he didn't know what he had been doing, but you could call it instinct. Then he glared at Juno, who was practically exploding with laughter.
"I am sorry my boss, for laughing," Juno said apologetically, after suppressing the laughter with great difficulty, "but you were really very funny!" He hiccuped and started laughing again.
Mokuba grinned evilly.
"I don't know what you made me do, but I'm so getting you for this, Malik!" Seto said very dangerously. But since Seto said everything dangerously or at least with a hostile air, Malik, long used to it, didn't bat an eye. Or even an eyelash.
Juno took that moment to inch out of the scene and into the cockpit, where he resumed flying.
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The door to 12 Grimmauld Place opened and a soaked, trembling person entered the hall of Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. He went into the living room, where Molly Weasley was flitting around, cleaning and polishing the house. "Oh, Wood, it's you," she said in surprise. Then she noticed Oliver's appearance and asked, concerned, "What happened to you, Oliver? Why aren't you at your place?"
Oliver replied, steadying himself by placing his hand on the stairs, with a trembling voice, "My parents are dead. Flint killed them."
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Er... onii-sama means big brother.
Sorry... this is a weird chapter -.-;
I had my German GCSE oral today... more on the next chapter. ;)