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...
Thoughts are generally written in italic (as are emphasized parts of speech). Page separations usually signify a time leap or change in scene if you haven't figured it out already.
xxx I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE OR HARRY POTTER OR YUGIOH XXX
Not myself...
Harry didn't really feel like himself, it was hard getting used to his Shinigami Eyes, especially in crowds where everything was a complete mess in his vision.
"Humans cannot tell if another human has the Shinigami Eyes visually unless that human chooses to reveal them" said Rem, (Harry grumbled sourly "You choose to tell me this, NOW?") as he undressed for his shower.
"You need to be more self-aware when you use your Shinigami Eyes, humans, unlike Death God's have the option of being able to repress their Eyes to prevent mental bombardment from too many lifespans" said Rem, explaining why Harry had a pounding head-ache when he walked out of crowds.
"How?" asked Harry in an almost begging tone.
"Just sleep on it tonight, I'm sure you'll figure out how" assured Rem, Harry sighed, putting a bath gown on over his nakedness. He grabbed a towel and checked the time.
Shinigami Eyes were a tricky business.
"I can't focus my Shinigami Eyes on one person can I?" mumbled Harry.
"No, you cannot. Either you see everybody's lifespan or you see nothing" explained Rem softly.
"Rem, did you get that... thing I wanted from the Magical World?" asked Harry before he locked his room up from Misa.
"Yes, I got your strange human makeup-" Rem was abruptly cut off.
"-It's not makeup!" hissed Harry, storming away to the shower.
Rem sighed, and left Harry alone for the moment.
Scars Don't Wash Off...
This had been Harry's first proper shower, that wasn't grabbed in a cheap motel or stolen quickly in a Gym. He actually felt cleaner, the water was actually warm and clean too. The floors weren't stone or coated in revolting mold.
Harry washed out his long hair, surprised at the trapped grime he unleashed, it took him an hour to fully clean himself, steam clouded the window's and bathroom mirrors.
"-BlackBirthday-san you've been in their forever! Misa-Misa needs the bathroom!" cried a shrieking female voice pounding at the door.
Quickly switching off the shower, Harry grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, but almost tripped over himself due to his haste. His knees fell to the wet floor, his body shaking from the sudden gust of cold air as the door flung open.
"Misa-Misa!" screeched Harry, hoping desperately that Misa wouldn't look at his back though she seems flustered to have accidentally pounded the door right off the hinge and walked in on Harry.
"-BlackBirthday-san!, gomenasai gomen-," she stopped apologizing at looked at the branded " B " on Harry's back.
"S-shut the door" mumbled out Harry no better time to play the sympathy card he thought.
Later:
Misa, was a very sweet girl when she wanted to be, but sadly not smart enough to connect the dots, linking Harry's back to "Beyond Birthday's" symbol. She assumed that he was the victim of abuse, because the way he spoke about it showed he did not get it originally of his own freewill.
Misa Amane didn't originally like Harry, but she found her overwhelming pity cloud her judgment, which was why she could be currently found tending to Harry's back.
"-So, where did you get this makeup?" asked Misa as she applied some of Harry's "Makeup" to his back, that completely covered up the scarlines that forme the "B" on his back.
"I-uhm" Harry quickly thought of a lie "-Made it by uh... mixing other types of makeup?" it was a painful lie, but Misa brought it. The "B" would look incredibly unnattractive for a model, and Misa took pity on him and even offered to keep it a secret.
It wasn't actually makeup, it was a product like makeup formed in the wizarding world to cover up bruises for professional Quidditch players that served not only as athletes but as sex symbols also, Rem had kindly gotten it for Harry upon request.
Misa Amane was not a very smart girl, but she knew something was wrong with Harry, she didn't know what it was but it was unsettling.
"BlackBirthday-kun.." she began until she was cut off.
"-Harry" he corrected, tired of hearing his own last name.
"Can Harry-kun cook?" asked Misa when he finished doing Harry's back.
"-Why?" asked Harry cautiously, he could but it had been years since he last did.
"-Because Misa-Misa is hungry and doesn't feel like cooking" whined the girl, Harry racked his brains for a moment and nodded.
Forever Searching...
Harry left Misa to finish dinner, he found the girl a bit more tolerable now and killing her didn't seem necessary.
He could hear Rem clearly speaking to him in his ear, though he made no acknowledgment that he did. He just silently put on a dark trench coat over a plain set of black slacks and white polo, all of which hung slightly from his muscular frame as he walked.
"This town is the largest in Japan, the likeliness of you finding Kira are very slim..." Rem's voice echoed in his mind but it simply didn't compute on a conscious level.
Rem followed curiously, it was obvious Harry was tired, very tired infact and haunted by thoughts that he desperately spent night after night fighting and screaming at.
The slight gray and black that hung under Harry's eyes seemed more prominent as he walked through Domino, the sun was setting and people were just getting into their homes after a hard days work. He fought away his humanity and the bright green of his eyes disappeared and was replaced by a deep blood red, like the lava pits of Hell had pooled into his iris's. His body swayed ever so slightly, side to side, shifting the heavy weight of his body whilst also falling forwards ever-so-slightly, dragging his weight in a strangely graceful fashion, his clothes and coat flowing with his hair in the gentle breeze of the wind and his movements.
He barely blinked at all, small children giggled and ran past him, playing a game of "tag" on their way home, it seemed nobody noticed Harry ghost through the town.
The innocence of the children seemed robbed from his vision, he saw the world in Death-tinted glasses, for lack of better phrase.
As the children had flashed past his red vision emphasized the numbers that hung bellow the kanji of their names, like blood.
The numbers were in "Shinigami Time" but a person with The Eyes can do a complex mathematical equation that translated it to human time, for a person with The Eyes it was as natural as breathing.
Kuro Takahashi, Hajime Hidaka , Naomi Yamamoto, Kikuri Kobayashi.
All names of strangers came into his vision as did lifespans, however none of them were Kira.
Hundreds more followed.
No Kira.
Harry knew it was likely Kira had a Death Note and Rem confirmed it, a Death Note had reached Japan before. All he had to do was find someone without a lifespan, and though the chances were slim there was nothing else he could do in an almost-sleepless existance.
Harry didn't hold out much hope of finding Kira, but the walk would do him good as would getting used to the Shinigami Eyes.
He had passed through the games district of Domino, and passed a small corner-shop gamestore, out of the corner of his eye he saw a small figure inside the shop. His body came to a stop, he slowly turned his eyes around to gaze into the shop, past the glass window.
His eyes widened.
"I didn't know it'd be this easy..." breathed out Harry softly. His eyes fell onto a small boy with tri-coloured hair, he read the kanji hanging over his head, floating temptingly in a way that would seem distorted to most humans.
He had no lifespan, and blackness curled around his body, could it be possible this small person was Kira?
Then he saw a white haired boy at the counter purchasing cards, who was talking to a blond boy.
None of them had visible lifespans, all had a thin coat of blackness around their bodies.
Only one other Death Note had reached Earth, and people with Shinigami Eyes could not see the lifespans of people with Death Notes, so why couldn't he see these people's lifespans, why were they surrounded by darkness? Why? . . .
The names that drooled above them burned into his skull, one of them glanced at him and Harry opted to turn away and this point and carry on walking into the night.
"Yugi Mutou"
"Marik Ishtar"
"Ryou Bakura"
He whispered under his breath as his eyes turned into a soothing green and the lifespans and names disappeared.
Kira, are you purposely making this difficult? he wondered idly, and at this point he wished that Kira was just a vengeful God.
But he could not forgive the one who killed Beyond Birthday -Kira.
He could not forgive the one who hurt Beyond Birthday -L.
Harry does not forgive, nor does he forget.
XXXENCHAPXXX
Filler-y I know, hopefully the next will be more plotfullZ.