Telly: Yay! Chapter 7!
Vaness: Yeah... I'm totally feeling your enthusiasm.
Malik: Exams next week, hm?
Kindly beta-ed by Isis the Sphinx!
If you read this chapter before it was rewritten, you would have read a rather plotless story I made up in summer school two years ago. But since I thought it retarded, I deleted it from the rewrite.
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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:
(( )) - yami to hikari
( ) - hikari to yami
" " - speech
' ' - thoughts
Italics - Newspaper articles, stupid little unrelated mini-stories etc.
Note: OoTP spoilers! Major! But um... OoTP was kinda 3 years ago so yeah. Hm.
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Chapter 7 –
"Rest, Recovery and Grimmauld Place"
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(Yami...)
(Yami...)
(YAMI!)
Yuugi woke up with a start, panting heavily. He frantically searched his mind, but could find no trace of his yami. Reining in his panic, he forced himself to keep calm. Looking around, he found out that he was in some sort of hospital. People walked around, talking in a language that was not Japanese, but was rather familiar...
"Ah, you're awake!" a woman said, bustling over. Frowning, he wondered how he understood that. Then he finally recognized the language. And he realized.
It was English.
It was not Japanese.
That meant he wasn't in Japan, much less Domino.
What was going on?
Yuugi turned to face the woman and saw his grandfather lying motionless on the bed next to him. "Jii-chan!" erupted out of his mouth before he could stop it. Noticing the cry, and guessing more or less what it meant, the woman said, "I'm your medical nurse for the time being, Kimberley Mann. Your grandfather is fine; he's just very tired. He should wake up soon."
Yuugi smiled at her gratefully and tried to work his tongue into speaking English. Eventually, he uttered, "T-Thenku you..."
"You're welcome," she said, smiling.
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"Nii-sama, you've got an email from Otogi," Mokuba reported. "He says he's tried to ring by our mansion, but we weren't in. He provided a contact number."
"Ah," Seto said. "Well, I'll call him then." He began dialing a number on his cell phone. "Otogi, this is Kaiba. Sorry about us being unavailable when you called. We'll call you once we get back. Yes, right. Bye." He turned off his cell phone, then turned to Yami Bakura.
"You know, you cheated, tomb robber," Yami said. "You don't have Osiris, Ultimate Offering and Card of Demise in your deck, you know. You probably stole them from us."
"Yes I did, Pharaoh," Yami Bakura said and held out Osiris. "Have your Osiris back. I'm keeping the other two, however. It's the least you can do after I saved you."
"Whatever, tomb robber," Yami replied, but did not press the topic any further.
"We're here," Juno walked in and announced, and Yami Bakura turned to Yami.
"While you're at it, Pharaoh, are you sure you want to return to that maze you call your soul room? Being your loyal subject (and remember I saved your life) I can offer you mine... and in fact, all you need to pay is your Millenium Puzzle!" Yami rolled his eyes. "I'm very happy with my 'maze', but I thank you for your offer. Tomb Robber, you have my gratitude."
"It is received," Yami Bakura replied very formally. "Do consider my offer, though." He was immediately pushed back into his soul room and Ryou appeared. "I'm very, very sorry, Yami-san... my yami still needs to learn to control his mouth," he said apologetically.
"Don't worry about your yami, Bakura," Malik grinned, "We like his mouthiness." They walked (well, Yami floated) out of Seto's jet and into his fancy mansion. Yami was stunned and Seto grinned. "Much fancier than your palace, eh, Yuugi (1)?" Yami blinked and a blank expression came on his face.
"Kaiba, Yami hasn't gotten his memory yet," Jounouchi said irritably.
"I knew that," said Seto, not one to admit his mistake. "It was metaphorical."
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Everybody retreated to their rooms and did their own thing for a while and Juno had gone out to buy essentials (there were no servants in Seto's England mansion). After calling Otogi (they arranged to meet tomorrow), Seto went back to his room and started working with his laptop. Ryou was rummaging for the Millenium Puzzle when Yami voiced his question rather tentatively.
"Have any of you seen my hikari?" Ryou turned to him slowly with a troubled look on his face. Uh oh, Yami deduced, this was not good.
"Um," Ryou said. "No. We have no idea where he is."
At that time someone chose to ring the doorbell. Jounouchi ran to the intercom and asked, "Who's there? Otogi?" Yami floated out to see and Ryou followed him. Then a gruff voice erupted from the speaker and nearly blew Jounouchi off his feet, it was that loud. The sound attracted everyone and they came running to the hall.
Meanwhile, the voice said something in a different language that sounded vaguely familiar... At this point, Seto came to the door and said something, also in that language. As our heroes blinked and wondered why Seto could speak that language, Mokuba leaned against the hallway and explained, "The guy's speaking English, guys! I thought you learned in it school!"
"Um..." Jounouchi said. "I think only Yuugi, Anzu and Bakura have actually bothered to listen to the teacher properly. And Otogi knows American English."
"Hey," said Malik, offended. "I know English too! Just not very well..."
"I don't know even a word of English," said Jounouchi glumly.
"Actually, I'm not that good at it," Anzu admitted. "I still try, though."
Mokuba sighed. "Never mind, nii-sama will translate." Seto was still conversing with the stranger through the intercom. Finally he let him in.
Jounouchi, Ryou, Yami, Malik, Honda, Anzu and Mokuba stared.
Standing in front of them was the biggest person they had ever seen. He started speaking again, and when he caught sight of Yami, he started gesturing at Yami and saying even more things. Seto stepped in. Saying something to the man (probably "Wait a moment, I have to translate"), he said irritably, "Did any of you bother listening in English classes?" A blank stare from Jounouchi. Seto sighed. "Bakura, please play translator with me." He leveled a glare on Jounouchi, and said, "This is the last time I'm translating for you, so you better learn English once we get home. Or you could ask Bakura. Anyway, that guy, whose name is Hagrid, said something about Dumbledore—"
Malik jumped in the conversation without thinking, "He's that Headmaster of Hogwarts guy! See, Jounouchi!"
"Anyway, he said something about a Dumbledore, and a wizarding world and how we have to go to school there, and would we mind if we leave this palatial mansion immediately and go to stay at one of their kind's places?" Seto continued as if Malik hadn't spoken a word.
"Also," Ryou added softly, "When he was pointing at Yami, he said he'd seen you before in the hospital and what were you doing here? You know what this means, right?"
Yami nodded. "It means they know where my hikari is," he said. "So what are we waiting for? Come on, let's follow the guy."
"You're being too impulsive," Malik commented. Yami glared at Malik. "Well? Don't you want to be reunited with Yuugi?"
"Well, the sooner we get Yuugi, the sooner we go home," Seto said firmly. "Let's pack."
Malik and the others started packing. But Ryou waited for a moment after they left, and told Hagrid, who was staring curiously at Yami's retreating form, "He's his brother."
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"Tell me again why we're doing this?" Malik asked.
"Because," Yami Bakura sighed, "someone'll leap at any chance, no matter how dodgy, to see his other again."
Anzu jumped. "Stop popping out like that!" she said, annoyed. "It scares people, you know!"
They were standing in front of Seto's mansion, staring at a turquoise car that looked a million years old. Sitting in the driver's seat was a red-haired man who looked about fifty. "Hello," he said pleasantly, smiling. "You're the Japanese exchange students?"
Jounouchi, Ryou (who was back), Anzu, Honda, Yami and Malik blinked. But since Kaibas never blink at things like this, Seto simply stood there expressionless, and Mokuba looked confused.
"What?" Jounouchi said in Japanese.
"Speak English, Jounouchi!" Ryou whispered, nudging him.
"How can I?" Jounouchi whispered back. "I don't know a WORD!"
"Should've studied, Jounouchi! You were learning the same things we were!" Ryou scolded, but then he switched languages. "We don't know anything about exchange students. We just came here to get our friend back."
"He means the tiny one with spiky multi-colored hair," Hagrid interrupted. "Tha's his brother."
Ryou and Seto groaned mentally. Trust Hagrid to spread their tiny lie around.
The red-haired man looked puzzled for a moment. "You know nothing about Hogwarts? You're going to study there, you know... well, Dumbledore will clue you in," he eventually decided. "Oh, and about your friend Yuugi," he said, pronouncing "Yuugi" with a British accent that sounded strange to them. "He's fine... in the hospital, recovering from his ordeal, but otherwise just fine."
Yami's head snapped up. "What ordeal?" he asked quickly. Ryou translated the question and the red-haired man faltered. "Oh... well, we found him, collapsed, one day in the streets with his grandfather and they were unconscious, so we sent them to hospital. You can visit him if you like. I'm Mr. Weasley, by the way." After translating, Ryou looked at Yami, shrugged as if to say 'We've already gone this far... how will a little further hurt?', and entered the car, motioning for the others to enter.
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"We're here," Mr. Weasley said, stopping the car. Our heroes got out... and stared again. Compared to Seto's palatial mansion, this place could hardly be more different. It was... to put it plainly, slummish. Rubbish was everywhere, garbage cans lay in pieces across various drives, and the few cars that were in this neighborhood were at least 10 years old, very battered and broken one way or another.
Needless, they thought this was not a very nice place to live.
"Oh no, we're not living here," Mr. Weasley said, amused. "Here, read this." He thrust them a piece of paper— no, not paper. It resembled papyrus, Yami thought. And Jounouchi and Malik noticed that the paper was made of the same material as the message that had brought them to England in the first place. On the piece of paper was a message. It said, very simply, "The Order of the Phoenix may be found at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, London" in loopy writing.
The group – with the exception of Seto – blinked. "Ooooookay," Malik said, keeping his voice low. "Now what?" As if he could read his mind, Mr. Weasley said quietly, "Think of what you've just read." Ryou translated again, and soon, the boys were staring at the late Sirius Black's former house.
"Cool," Jounouchi put very aptly.
"Keep quiet in the hallway," Mr. Weasley whispered as he opened the door. As they walked through the dark, dingy hallway, Ryou noticed the antique gas lamps. He pointed them out to the others and Mokuba's fascination became incomparable.
"Just how old is this place?" he asked, eyes shining. Then a tall (but not taller than Seto), freckled red-haired boy stepped out from a door.
"Dad," the tall boy said quietly, ears flaming, his voice strangely calm. "Please tell me what a Slytherin is doing at our house. Snape just went out of his room. My room."
"We're not Slytherins, whatever they are..." Ryou began, but the boy cut him off. "Not you," he said irritably. "Come in, come in, Mum's expecting you." As they entered the room the boy had gone out of, Malik checked to see if the boy was listening, and whispered, "What a crab."
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The boy and Mr. Weasley were still 'talking'. Then the boy came out. Seeing the boys, he smiled and went over to them.
"Sorry I was grumpy just now," he said. "It's just that Slytherins are gits, you know. And then one of them suddenly decides to live here! I mean, bloody hell! He could be a spy!" The boys nodded dazedly, unfamiliar with local slang. "I'm Ron, by the way," the boy continued, "and um... you are?" Ryou shook himself and replied, "Sorry if we don't understand, you know? It's just that local slang makes us lost sometimes. We don't know much English. Anyway, I'm Bakura, he's Kaiba, and he's Jounouchi..." Ryou continued introducing.
"Where are we?" Malik asked in Japanese.
"Where's Yuugi?" Jounouchi interrupted, also speaking in Japanese.
"Learn English, will you, Jounouchi?" Seto snapped at Jounouchi. "Where are we and where's Yuugi?" he asked Ron in his perfect, unaccented English. "Oh, Yuugi!" Ron said, brightening. "He's in the hospital. My friends are there with him. Just drop your stuff off in your rooms and come to the living room, and I'll bring you to him." They went up the stairs and promptly stared again. In front of them was a portrait of a woman. A life-sized portrait of a woman screaming her head off, to be exact. Ron stared sadly at the portrait for a while, then told the boys, "Oh, that's just Mrs. Black. She's a bit insane. You have to ignore her. We're in 12 Grimmauld Place. It's a bit dirty, but Mum's got it all worked out." Ryou translated as they went up the stairs.
"Nii-sama, this place is weird," Mokuba whispered.
By now, even Jounouchi had figured they were going to stay here for a very long time. So he immediately resolved to learn English, and learn it well. After putting down their bags in their respective rooms they went back down to the living room, where Ron took out a flower pot.
"Drat... I forgot you don't know how to travel by Floo," he said. "Would you rather I go first so you can see how it's done, or should I just tell you how and go last to make sure that you're fine?"
"I'll go first," Jounouchi said. "I have to see Yuugi." Ryou translated.
"Okay then," Ron said doubtfully. "What you do is that you take a handful of that Floo powder and throw it into the fireplace." He indicated the roaring fire. "Then you step into it – and it's perfectly harmless, trust me – and yell out where you want to go. In this case, St. Mungo's. Are you sure you don't want me to go first?" he asked Jounouchi.
"I'll be fine," Jounouchi assured him. Throwing the powder into the fire and watching it grow even stronger and turn emerald in color, he swallowed and stepped into the fire, ignoring the gasps of his friends. "St. Mungo's!" he roared, and was swept away.
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He was ported to the reception area of St. Mungo's, where he coughed for a while, choking. After a few moments, Anzu, Ryou, Yami, Seto, Mokuba, Malik, Honda and Ron joined him.
"We're looking for Yuugi Mutou," Ron told the receptionist.
She looked at them, then gestured towards the stairs. "Fifth Floor, Spell Damage," she told them.
"Thanks," Ron said and went upstairs. The others followed him.
Eventually, they entered a room and a voice squealed, "Yami! Jounouchi, Anzu, Honda! Bakura! Um... what's Kaiba doing here? Hey, Mokuba. Malik." Except in Japanese, of course.
"Hey, guys!" Yuugi's grandfather greeted them.
Yami, at that moment, felt blissfully happy. He had found his hikari and his grandfather, both in good shape. "Aibou!" he said, grinning. After introducing themselves to Harry, a boy with jet-black hair and a curious scar on his forehead, and Hermione, a girl with bushy brown hair, Ryou went near Yuugi. He whispered, "We don't want them to know about the Millenium Items... what if they're like what my yami was? So you'll have a wait a little bit longer for the Puzzle." Yuugi nodded, understanding.
Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at the scene unfolding before them and felt rather awkward. "Um..." Hermione said hesitantly, "We don't want to intrude on your privacy... we'll be waiting outside..." Then she grabbed Harry and Ron's hands and quickly exited the room. Once they were outside, Ron declared, "They're hiding something from us. Did you see Bakura whisper something to Yuugi?"
"Yeah, but..." Harry said uncertainly, "Mr. Weasley wouldn't have let someone evil enter this house..."
Ron snorted. "Speak for yourself," he said. "Who's in my room, then? Madam Pomfrey?"
"Well, maybe Mr. Weasley could be wrong about Zabini," Harry admitted. "But the exchange students look perfectly all right to me."
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Once Harry, Hermione and Ron had gone, Ryou took the Millenium Puzzle out of his bag and gave it to Yuugi. Yuugi put it on, and then asked seriously, "How did you get here? Geography isn't my strong point, but I know that England is very far from Japan."
"Across the world, in fact," Ryou said. "We took Kaiba's newest unreleased KaibaCorp jet here."
"Which was left in my mansion with only Juno to take care of her because of your Mr. Weasley," Seto muttered. "We have to contact Juno immediately. He must be wondering where we are. Speaking of Juno, he's probably bought too many supplies—"
"Otogi!" Jounouchi gasped. "He doesn't know we're here! He's still going to meet us tomorrow at your mansion!"
"Yes," Seto continued. "I'll call him later. It was very inconvenient for us to travel here." Mokuba and Ryou glared at Seto. "It was inconvenient, maybe, but it was worth it," Yami said, smiling slightly. Then Malik coughed. "I'm assuming we're going to stay here long-term. So let's leave you two at it. I don't want to be uninformed about anything that's going on." The others nodded and began to leave the room. Yami flew inside his Puzzle and promptly took over Yuugi.
"Wait," Yami commanded. "Bakura, would you mind staying here for a moment?"
"Ah, yes, I nearly forgot," Malik snickered, "Well, we'll give you your privacy now." He smirked and left, as did the others. Yami turned red and clenched his fist, as did Yami Bakura. "Malik..." they snarled. Then Yami Bakura turned to Yami. "Well, Pharaoh, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Who said I wanted to talk to you?" Yami asked.
"Well, you didn't have much to say to Ryou, unless it was about the whole "friendship is crap" thing..."
"True," admitted Yami. "Tell your hikari I'm sorry for that." He looked around. "You didn't have to be so dramatic," he commented. "Back in the village."
"You mean the duel?" Yami Bakura asked, surprised. "What would you have done if I was the one who'd made your hikari cry? Sit down and let it pass?"
Yami ignored his answer, and proceeded to another subject. "You beat me," he stated. Yami Bakura stared at Yami. "Are you feeling all right? I think you need some medicine." Yami continued to stare at Yami Bakura and Yami Bakura finally answered, "Yeah, I beat you. Truthfully, I beat you with Osiris." He smirked. "Is the Pharaoh so indignant at his loss? Does the Pharaoh want to duel again?"
"Yeah, the Pharaoh wants to duel again," Yami said. "But not now. Anyway, what I wanted to say was... thanks. You saved me and reunited me with Yuugi."
Yami Bakura blinked. "I didn't really reunite you with Yuugi..." he muttered awkwardly. "Well, Pharaoh. This is a different side of you." Yami Bakura got up and extended a hand. "Hello, my current name's Yami Bakura. Douzo yoroshiku(2)." Yami replied, "Kochira koso, douzo yoroshiku," and the two spirits shook hands.
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It was nearly dinnertime. You could tell that by just sniffing the air, now filled with the rich fragrance of food. Between the time they had come and now, Ryou and the others had been shown around the house, introduced to every occupant, given a brief lecture on wizarding history (about Voldemort and such), finally told about Hogwarts (Honda and Anzu were left rather disappointed) and promised the dinner of a lifetime. After doing so many things, Ryou was very, very tired and begged his yami to take over for a moment ((Yami, just pretend you're me. You've done that before)). And so Yami Bakura did.
The aforementioned, who was with Malik and Ron (Harry and Hermione had taken quite an interest in Seto's laptop and the others wanted to watch), wrinkled his nose. Mrs. Weasley was cooking something... and it smelt bad. "What's that smell?" he asked Ron. "Hmm... let me check," Ron replied. "Mum! What's that you're cooking?" he yelled as he went over to the kitchen. "You speak English?" Malik hissed as Ron was in the kitchen. "Yeah," Yami Bakura replied. "I'm my hikari, remember?" Ron soon returned and replied, "Curry Fish Heads. Mum decided to make something exotic, as you were here."
"We're glad about that..." Malik began uncertainly, 'Oh Ra, the smell was getting VERY bad,' he thought. Apparently Mrs. Weasley, European Cooking Goddess she may have been, didn't know a thing about Asian dishes. "But she's gotten the wrong country. We're from Japan and Egypt, not India." And of course, Ryou (or Yami Bakura) translated.
"Oh," said Ron, disappointed. "Mum's never cooked Japanese food before... and the closest thing to Egyptian food she's cooked is Indian."
"Koshari, anyone?" asked Malik. Koshari, an Egyptian dish consisting of lentils and rice with fried onion on top, was his favorite food. But his comment was unheard. "Well, I'm certainly NOT eating that," Yami Bakura declared. "You have to," Ron replied, frowning. "She's made it the main course."
"Well, I just won't eat then," Yami Bakura replied, much to the confusion of poor Ron. But if Ron had any thoughts on this subject, they quickly disappeared, as Harry and Hermione had finally finished bugging our favorite CEO. Yuugi, Jounouchi and Mokuba entered the room grinning – apparently it had been quite a show. "Kaiba's sulking upstairs," said Jounouchi, stifling his laughter, "Anzu and Honda are trying to placate him."
And Ryou translated again.
"We have Indian Curry Fish for dinner," Malik announced sourly, "that, no offence, doesn't smell too good."
Yuugi blinked.
Jounouchi blinked.
Mokuba didn't blink. After all, his Kaiba genes had to show up sometime.
"Curry Fish is cooked with s-s-s-SHALLOTS (4)! EW!" was Yuugi's reaction.
"CURRY! YES!" Jounouchi whooped.
"I'll tell nii-sama," was Mokuba's.
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"Dinner is served," Mrs. Weasley said proudly. The two tables were overloading with dishes and in the middle of each table were 5 fish heads drenched in scarlet curry sauce.
"Uh, guys?" Jounouchi whispered. "I may be wrong and all, but isn't curry supposed to be orange-ish yellow... or at the very least not scarlet?"
Yuugi shrugged.
"I thought you weren't eating!" Ron told Ryou, who was feeling much better after his nap. Ryou yawned sleepily and said, "Sorry, I've been feeling so tired lately... need to get my energy up." He walked over to the table where Yuugi and the others were. Seto was now down from his room and was informing the others that NO, he had not been sulking and that they would meet Otogi in Trafalgar Square the day after tomorrow.
"We'll leave you kids alone, okay?" Mrs. Weasley, a plump woman, said. "We've got some business to discuss on the other table." Once she was out of earshot, Malik looked at the scarlet curry sauce. "So... what's this supposed to be?" Ryou translated for everyone who didn't speak Japanese.
"Curry fish," Ron said. "Didn't I tell you?" Ryou translated again, and Jounouchi told Ryou something in Japanese. "Jounouchi says this is as far from curry as you can get," Ryou said, shrugging.
"Hey," Ron narrowed his eyes, "Don't diss my mum's cooking, all right?"
"We're not erm... 'dissing' her cooking," Anzu jumped in to pacify them before a fight broke out. "It's just that... she's not as accomplished in cooking Eastern food than in Western food, y'know?" And Ryou continued translating. For the non-English speakers this time.
Meanwhile, Malik was poking the curry fish. "Ooh, Mr. Fish, you need to have a healthy diet!" he said. "Eat this piece of chicken!" He stuck a piece of chicken in the fish's mouth, but the chicken fell out into the curry. Some smoke rose into the air from the curry and a hissing sound was also heard.
Meanwhile, in the other table...
"I'll try some of Molly's curry... I'll bet it shines, just like her other dishes." A gulping sound. Then... "It burns! It burns! Water, please!" The person immediately began a frantic coughing fit.
Malik looked at Ryou. Yuugi looked at Jounouchi. Seto looked at Mokuba. Anzu looked at Honda. Then they looked at Harry, Hermione, Ron and his siblings.
Mass sweatdropping ensured.
Then Jounouchi grabbed the potatoes on his dishes ("Never really fancied potatoes myself...") and dropped them in the curry. More smoke and a loud hiss erupted from the dish. Everybody stared as Jounouchi started ladling every piece of potato he had into the curry. "Heh, this is fun..."
Honda whacked Jounouchi on the head. "Don't play with your food."
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After dinner, Mrs. Weasley immediately took some of her curry to the Slytherin's room. Ron was indignant, but Hermione, Jounouchi and the others felt a little sorry for the Slytherin.
"Tell me how Mum can let old Snape bring a bloody Slytherin in this house? He could be a freakin' spy!" Ron asked them angrily. Harry nodded too, but Hermione looked a little uncertain. "Oh no, Ron," she said thoughtfully. "Like Harry said, your dad isn't the type of person to let an evil person in this house... I think we should trust him."
Ron snorted, as if to say 'TRUST HIM! Sure I will.'
"From what you told us, I don't think he's evil," Ryou remarked. "And anyway, you think he's in any condition to spy right now?"
"Yup, me neither," said Jounouchi, accomplishing both a "yes" and a "no" in one sentence.
"And how would you know that Blaise Zabini, someone you've never even seen until now, wasn't evil?" Ron sneered. Ryou was about to answer that he'd seen evil in the face before and that boy didn't look capable of it, but Malik said something quietly that shut them, even Ron, up.
"Because... I think he's just like me."
"And look at him, that peaceful look on his face," Jounouchi summed up. "No, I don't think he's evil even one bit."
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1 – Seto always calls Yami Yuugi. In the version of Yu-Gi-Oh I watch, anyway. I think everyone calls Yami Yuugi (except Yami Bakura and the Ishtars) until very late in the series, when they finally learn his name. But of course this is not the case in this fic. ;D
2 – When meeting each other for the first time, the conversation goes like this: "Hello, I'm --, douzo yoroshiku." And then the person replies (it's customary), "Kochira koso, douzo yoroshiku."
3 – Shallots Scallions. Scallions a type of bulb-less onion. Yuugi hates scallions.
"Telly and Vaness are doing this be—"
"Before we've even started the chapter, thank you very much Seto," Vaness muttered.
"I was going to say that, but you interrupted me," Seto said in his perfect, unaccented English.
"Put salt in our wounds, will you, Kaiba?" Jounouchi, Honda and Malik snarled.
"That was very heart-to-heart," Yami Bakura said sarcastically.
"Really," Telly said. "Maybe I should rewrite it yet again."
"No, please no," Yami said, twitching.
"Vaness fired the narrator," Malik said.
"And good riddance too," Yami Bakura said, "making me out to be a heroic figure..."
"But you ARE a heroic figure!" Telly gushed. "I watched you sacrifice yourself for Ryou in Battle Ship! It was SWEET!"
Yami Bakura turned a little red. "If I'd known that Yami wasn't going to attack, I'd have stayed and gotten myself a victory. But it's nice to know the Pharaoh's weakness now," he smirked.
Yami just grumbled grumpily.
And Telly sang Rakuen. "RESPECT! BO-OYS! Tsuyo gari SHOW ME..."
Vaness predictably pulled out earmuffs and started distributing them.
Please r & r :D
