Little Black Death Note

This is a Death Note Crossover with Harry Potter. Harry's finally up against Voldemort, face to face. Then, suddenly, the Dark Lord falls... Dead. Heart attack. Nobody can explain it. Not the Death Eaters, not Harry Potter, who was supposed to kill his nemesis... But he didn't do it. Who, then? It's not as if such a powerful wizard was gonna die just like that... In the aftermath, Harry's still wondering about Voldemort's unusual and unexplainable death, and Hogwarts gets a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He's young, handsome and charming, cunning and serious, cold and mischievous, mysterious and powerful. His name's Raito Yagami. A japanese young man. With a Shinigami following him around. And with three black notebooks... Three Death Notes... What is he doing in such prestigious wizardry school, and what exactly is he planning? And why is that that criminals won't stop dropping dead? Out of heart attacks, just like Voldemort, no less?

PS: Sorry in advance for spelling and grammar mistakes along the fic!

PS2: Pairing... Harry/Draco, Raito/Remus (one–sided), Remus/Sirius and others, don't know.

PS3: Spoilers up until fifth book.

PS4: DN spoilers up until chapter 59 or so – before Near and Mello.

PS5: Spells and other stuff magically – related? Oh, yeah, I'm making a lot of it up.

PS6: Slash. Don't like it, out.

Notes

"Words" – regular conversation in English

$Words$ – regular conversation in Japanese

'Words' – quotations and such, including mouthing, and also Shinigami talk, and thoughts too

Chapter 0007: Red Book

When the morning of Halloween arrived, Raito Yagami was already having one hell of a day.

His head actually hurt from trying to, without a bit of success, to break through the wards of the red book for almost two months now. He had spent the entire night of the thirtieth to the thirtieth trying non – stop to break them. Of course he had tried it before, all night long, with all his power into it, unsuccessfully. If there was one thing the young man truly and utterly hated was failing. And being humiliated. And he felt both towards the damned book.

On the other hand, the red book was the only thing holding Raito sane.

The students were too stupid for the young man's tastes, the other teachers were empty shells, having nothing to talk about, Remus was too shy – and that annoyed Raito to no ends –, and the Potter boy, although making progresses, was (still) a damn slow learner in the Japanese man's opinion.

Too bad Raito had never grown fond of drinking. He could use it. Badly.

Oh, well.

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"Good morning, Raito"

"Good morning, Remus"

The owls came into the Great Hall as they always did. This time, though, a hawk flew elegantly towards Raito Yagami, and dropped a letter in front of his plate. The beautiful bird flew away.

"Wow, was that... A hawk?" – Remus asked, amused – "That sure is rare to see"

"Marukai's bird. He always had a liking to unorthodox creatures. And a hawk is as unorthodox compared to an owl as a tiger for a pet, instead of a kitten" – he grabbed the envelope, putting it away in his pocket.

"Not going to read it?"

"Not right now, no. It's not urgent. If it were, the hawk would have stayed back. It did not, so it's purely trivial. He must be wondering why I haven't written him lately"

"Oh... But he knows you're teaching here?"

"Well, he will when the bird is back to him. No, I had not informed him. Being the way he is, Marukai would most certainly have tried to bicker his way into making me withdraw from the job. So, I said nothing. Unfortunately, he had to ask for news, or something. Well, he had to find out sometime, no?" – and smiled harmlessly. Or not so much, but the werewolf smiled back.

'Raito, Raito... That Marukai guy... He'll be pretty bitchy when he finds out you're really... God, he pisses me off... Wish ya'd let me kill 'im off... But, no...!' – the young teacher tuned the Shinigami's rambling out. He didn't know how such an annoying creature had even been created. The ultimate Shinigami was sure out of its mind... A fool, just like Ryuuku had always said. He sighed internally. He sort of missed the buffoon. He wasn't as annoying, anyway.

He thought lightly about the letter in his pocket. What could Marukai possibly have to tell him? Perhaps he wanted his help with a research of some kind. No, couldn't be it... As much as he was a most capable researcher and helper, Marukai would never ask him such thing. Maybe help of some other kind? It was all too confusing, as the old man had always been too stubborn to ask for any kind of help, although accepting it grudgingly whenever Raito happened to offer it.

The young man was of course curious as to what kind of thing his old teacher could be saying in his sudden letter, but he knew that, whatever it may be, he was going to have to wait for a private moment to read it. After all, Marukai had never been much concerned with hiding his much superior wizarding powers – and otherwise –, and could easily have slipped something into it, so Raito needed privacy to check it out. The last time he had received a letter from Marukai, it was supposed to explode when he opened it. Good thing he checked it thoroughly, and avoided damages to his health.

For such a taciturn old man, Marukai certainly had a wicked sense of humor.

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Another day, another knut. Raito was getting really tired of the whining and the painfully average children he had to teach. Of course, some more than others, but the great, huge majority annoyed him to no ends. And Raito Yagami was not a man that was annoyed that easily, as he had the patience of a God. But, even a God can be human sometimes and wish to throw some annoyances out the window.

Nonetheless, this teaching job was the best front for Raito, and he would not ruin it for nothing in the world.

That is why he trained the Potter boy. Even after almost a month, he still wasn't nearly as fit and ready to roll as Raito was after three days training like there was no tomorrow with Hondo Marukai. Wizards were far too fragile. And they had the audacity to think muggles were useless. Ha, some muggles worked harder in a year than a wizard in a decade!

Nevertheless, for a mere wizard boy, Harry Potter was doing very, very well in the 'death' trainings, as the young boy would call them. Since he had never had any proper training to actually survive a war in which he would not be the main target and main person to protect, Raito had not expected much from him. So, in a way, Harry was definitely impressing Raito.

In a way, because in another, Raito wanted nothing more than beat the shit out of Harry and leave him to die, like Marukai had done still during the first week of training. Now, that was tough. He didn't even hit the boy that hard. Not at all.

Well, he hadn't gone to the nurse's office once since they started the tutoring sessions, and that had to prove something, at least. Hum... Harry had not complained either, so there were no reasons for Raito to cut back on the strength of his blows and spells.

Poor Harry. He had no idea what the young teacher had in store for him... The nights they spent in the DADA room were gonna get rougher and tougher. Raito was going to even respect the boy if he managed to avoid going to see the nurse until December came.

Raito never cared much for Christmas, and hoped the Potter didn't either.

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Draco was annoyed. No, pissed. Very much so.

It had been three days, three days ever since he had last tasted Harry's lips. three bloody days! Before October, he would not have minded all that much – well, at least he would not be this angered –, but now, he needed to kiss Harry at least once a day or he would go mad. And it had been three days.

Damn Raito Yagami, he thought over and over again.

But, of course, he hated even more that he had turned into a coward, a stupidly in love fool who was understanding, and did not push his boyfriend into fucking, for he thought they should wait until they were more mature, and blah, blah, blah, and Draco went along with it... Because he loved Harry...

However, Draco Malfoy was the boy who had lost his virginity in his Forth Year, and he had not stopped fucking ever since. And then he fell for the Boy – Who – Lived. It was great to love and be loved, for once in his life, but the Malfoy heir was not used to holding back on his libido. At all. He wanted a fuck, he got it. There was probably not a single person at Hogwarts that did not know his sexual reputation.

And here he was now. Whipped. Willingly. A sad little dog on a leash.

At the moment, the beautiful blond was walking around Hogwarts, after classes, looking for Harry. There was more than plenty of time before dinner. Plenty, plenty of time to make up for the time they hadn't spent together.

If only the emerald eyed boy had not managed to disappear from the face of Hogwarts! Where the hell was he? Draco had gone to the Gryffindor House, being not very warmly welcomed, but that was the usual, and was told in more than enough words that Harry was not there, and he should look for him elsewhere. So, he was. Kitchen, Great Hall, library, even Hagrid's cottage; he was nowhere. And he had seen the new teacher with Remus Lupin sometime before, so Harry was definitely not with Raito Yagami. Good thing, at least.

But the blond was livid. Where was he?! Was he avoiding him? Had he found someone else?! Someone better?

Three days without Harry Potter did not do wonders to him. At all.

And so, Draco Malfoy returned to his 'Harry Hunting'. Hogwarts never seemed so gargantuan.

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As Draco ravaged Hogwarts looking for him, Harry Potter was calmly resting at the top of the Astronomy Tower. His body was sore everywhere from the tutoring session the night before. Professor Yagami was a mean, mean man. He beat him, and called it training. He sucked the magic out of him in a single blow, and expected him to stand up in a moment's notice. The teacher was a maniac, but Harry could not complain. He had asked for it, and he needed it. No matter how fucked up he felt afterwards. It would all be worth it in the very long run.

"Oh, shit" – he cursed, when he took a peek at the Marauder's Map. There was one 'Draco Malfoy' wandering around the castle. And Harry knew what the blond wanted. Him. He sighed.

He loved Draco, of course he did, but as he trained and drained himself up, he realized how much he had to lose in the upcoming war.

Sure, he had a lot to lose already in the Voldemort war, but he knew who he was up against, and was able to make sure everyone he cared about was taken cared of, and safe. But this time, he had no idea who he was going to face, nor did he share with anyone other than Raito that he felt there was someone very powerful who was going to strike the wizarding world in the near future.

He had seen the Prophet, and looked beyond the news. Those deaths were all linked, done by one person, the same one that killed Voldemort, no matter that the way they had died had been completely different from the other. No one saw it, no matter how in everyone's faces the facts were. He knew he couldn't be wrong. And... Even if he were, at least he wasn't pointing fingers, he wasn't investigating like a fool. He was preparing himself in silence, only few knowing what he was doing, and only one knowing why he was doing it. Raito Yagami, and he knew for sure that the new teacher would never say anything about Harry's tutoring motives to anyone, unless he himself allowed him to.

Something Harry had not quite grasped yet was that he now trusted the young teacher with his life and secrets. When they took breaks and he wasn't half – dead, Harry would talk to Raito about his life, and how it had been so far. He had told him about everything he had done during the years, saving the Philosopher's Stone, killing the Basilisk, almost grabbing Wormtail, being the youngest Champion, breaking into the Ministry of Magic, walking into the Riddle Mansion ready to kill and die; all the deaths and horror he witnessed, and did with his own hands. Everything. Little by little, he lost himself in the softness of Raito's voice and eyes, his kindness, his understanding. He did not judge him, he did not think bad of him, he did not think less of him. Nothing. He only listened, and comforted him without even knowing.

In a way, Raito was a much more important person than Remus, Hermione, Ron. Not Draco, because Harry had never fallen in love, and now that he had, he wouldn't let it go. But Raito was the kind of person he could always talk to, while Draco was the type of person he would always want to protect and have as protector.

"Hey, Draco" – he said softly, without looking up. He looked sideways at the Map, and, sure enough, his name and his boyfriend's were very close to each other. The blond's eye was twitching. Oh, he was pissed. Harry winced internally.

"What – the – hell – are – you – doing – here?" – Draco said, slowly, through his teeth. Harry smiled nervously.

"Eh... Nothing?"

"I was looking for you!" – he replied, almost screaming. Harry cringed. Oops, he was m–a–d.

"Sorry"

"Bloody hell, Harry! You're so bloody busy with Quidditch, and school, and those blasted tutoring sessions from hell, and we haven't kissed in three days! You know how bad that is?! You're my boyfriend, you bloody idiot!" – he yelled, face reddened.

"Come here" – Harry said softly, getting up quickly, and grabbing the boy in a tight kiss. The blond resisted for a moment, too angry to even want it, but relaxed, growling against his lips, and slamming him against the wall.

"You bloody idiot" – Draco said, after breaking off from the long due kiss. Harry laughed softly, caressing that blond hair that was now always loose, natural, so soft.

"I know, I know. I deserve it, I know..."

"Don't take that tone with me, mister Potter. You're the one who abandoned your own boyfriend, whom you claim to love–"

"Hey! Low blow! I do love you!"

"and left him to fend for his own hormones" – Harry almost laughed at his face, and Draco narrowed his eyes – "Oh, you think it's funny?"

"No, of course I don't, Draco. What're you talking about? No, no!" – he said, but his lips were forming a big grin.

"You... You...! I should ravish you right here, right now for that smirk!"

"Oh? 'Ravish' me, is it? What makes you so sure, Draco" – Harry purred, Draco's anger instantly melting into desire, and he growled lowly as the emerald eyed boy's hands moved suggestively onto his waist – "that you would be the one to ravish me?"

"Don't tempt me more than you already normally do, Harry, I'm warning you" – Draco said, voice hoarse.

"Aw... I'm sorry, Draco... I never realized I was... 'Tempting' you" – Harry said, joining his waist to Draco's.

"Harry... Here? Now...?" – Draco whispered.

"What? No! 'Course not! Pervert. Our first time is most definitely not going to be someone like a cold tower"

"Hum... Okay..." – the blond said, rather distracted. Harry couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Perverted Slytherin. No sex, no dry hump, no nothing sexual. For now" – he smirked, and kissed Draco again.

'Damn' – Draco thought – 'No sex...'

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If there was something about Hogwarts that really annoyed Raito as of that specific moment, it most certainly had to be Halloween.

Children on sugar, older students on sugar, teachers on sugar, the Headmaster on sugar. At least some teachers had the decency not to indulge is such silliness, who would turn out to be Snape... And no one else. Even Remus was a little weak for sweets, it seemed. A disturbing fact for Raito's collection of bizarre details on Hogwarts' inhabitants.

He looked over at the Gryffindor table and, sure enough, even the (apparently) almighty Boy – Who – Lived was all perky and laughing louder that usual, having fun with his friends, Housemates, boyfriend and boyfriend's friends, Slytherins who seemed to had thrown rules and customs out the window, and were actually partying with their sworn enemy House, which also did not look all that against having snakes in their lion's table. A bizarre scene to witness, certainly.

"How are you liking our Halloween, Raito? You mentioned you don't celebrate it in Japan" – Remus said, his eyes sparkling, almost. Raito had lived among happy and cheery people, but this was a bit much for him.

"It's quite... Unlike what I would have expected. It's rather... Colorful"

"Huh? Not much, no... Lots of black and orange..."

"Oh, no, I meant it as in the people's moods"

"Ah, right... Yeah... It's not Christmas, but we're pretty merry during Halloween too" – and gave a lopsided smile that really did not suit the werewolf, and creeped Raito out just a little. And surely enough for him to wish dearly he had not come out of his room for this.

As the werewolf continued talking – about nonsense –, Raito started drifting off to his room. To the red book. Damn that red book.

Even after almost draining himself out, he still did not manage to pass through the spells protecting it, and merely succeeded in tiring himself up. He was not amazed, per say, that he up and functioning normally, of course not, since he was an amazing specimen of a human being, but he was somewhat surprised he was standing the Halloween dinner and Remus's incessant rambling. Powerful as he may be, listening to the other teacher talking about God only knows what, because Raito was not in the mood to keep his mind working just to process the Transfiguration teacher's tales of the wild things he did with his best friends during Halloween when they were Hogwarts students.

As he looked over at the Gryffindor table, he caught the eye of one Draco Malfoy. He was staring at the young teacher, not with anger, annoyance, nothing of the sort, only, staring. Raito smiled softly, bowing slightly, and the blond boy seemed to snap out of his stupor, shaking his head vaguely and turning his attentions to his boyfriend, not even acknowledging his DADA teacher.

'An asset for sure...' – Raito thought before turning his eyes to his teacher friend, who was still talking on and on about his school days. He wished he could feel that nostalgia the other was trying to overflow him with, and get him to talk about his days as a student, but that was so not gonna happen. Raito Yagami was nor normal, and he most certainly was not nostalgic.

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When Halloween was almost over, Raito was in his room, preparing himself to go to sleep, trying not to let his thoughts and eyes wonder off to the damn red book. He carefully picked Marukai's letter from his pocket, eyeing and fingering it many times. Well, no better time to find out what it said. He opened it, expecting all sorts of hexes and surprises, but none came. At least... Not the way he would have expected.

'Raito – Yes, no paint throwing in your face or anything of the sort. No itches or allergies to come from touching this letter, no worries. I only write to tell you that I have discovered some information on the book your described me. I wonder once more how you ever came across it. Thank me for my long hours of research by sending me some candy from wherever you are, you painfully annoying kid – Marukai'

His teacher's letter brought a small smile to Raito's face. Marukai would certainly always be Marukai. He looked at the magically copied pages and more pages of the most different sizes, shapes and ages books. Marukai had researched hard! Well, anything for his favorite student, Raito guessed.

'It is a book with red leather cover and black ink filling its lettering. No one can successfully read it unless they are its rightful owner. It is a book whose author was a mere mortal, with absolutely no powers of his own, but that carried an item with immense power, although it is rumored that this very item came to be his death's instrument. His name was Antonio La Grazia, an Italian monk who was surrounded by death since birth and even more nearing his sudden death when he announced he had managed to acquire funding to enlarge the monastery he had always lived in. His death was dubbed as 'of no apparent causes', and his body was burned to ashes, although it was not the custom of the time, which were spread all around the library, where he spent most of his time locked in. His book, called 'Red Book' by many, was cursed by its writer's essence, and became object of speculation and obsession, for those who knew of La Grazia knew that a book written with his blood and sweat would contain nothing but power. The contents of the book, however, can only be stored in the book's owner's memory for as long as they own it, for from the moment they lose its ownership, all the memories of what they read from the Red Book will be erased, as well as any copies of the knowledge extracted from it shall be disposed of in one way or another. Such is the power of the book written by a mortal who dwelled in the arts of death'

Raito could not help but allow the big maniacal grin to spread across his now contorted in obsession and realization face. Marukai was his most important human asset, no question about it.

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At two in the morning of November 1st, there was an earthquake at Hogwarts, the first in centuries, and inside the DADA teacher's room, there was a man whose hands were raw, his clothes torn and bloody, but he still smiled widely, for the red book in his hands... He could finally read it. And beside him, the monster, the Shinigami Karee laughed, also able to read the damn book.

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Hi, hi! Chap 07, done and posted, VERY VERY VERY late, but posted anyway. La la la!

I'M NOW WITH 63 FREAKING REVIEWS with SIX chaps!!! YEY to me! And you guys, you rock!!!

/Laughs /

Life's fine, exams are ending – bleh. This took this long to be posted (like a month over the usual) simply because I am lazy (no kidding), and my BETA was getting the wrath of God, and was sick (and not just the flu) and I think she got hurt too, and then she couldn't use the computer because of her brother... Really, if anyone's to blame, it would have to be my BETA's idiotic brother. And then we didn't meet on the Net, so of course I couldn't post this without it being BETA–ed, because BETA–ed is already bad enough (since I'm so stubborn), but unBETA–ed would be awful. Oh well, here it is, hope you like it.

PS: I turn nineteen tomorrow. And the Soccer Cup starts tomorrow... Damn.

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I've no comments on this chap, except I particularly liked the part in the end, the book excerpt from Marukai. I had The Red Violin (film) in mind as I wrote it, and I still do whenever I read it, but I don't think people might actually notice this, even if they know it... Well, whatever. Oh, and please take notice of Raito's behavior, 'cause I wanna know; when I write, I don't see anything, really, I'm blind, and even when I'm re–reading what I wrote, I don't see anything beyond what I wrote, and not even that, so I'm totally oblivious to the little things, and my BETA told me Raito had quite the Dumdly–forth–movie temper... Which means he's okay one moment, then he's flipping. I see her point, but not quite, due to my blindness when it comes to my own stuff, so please help me out. I appreciate it. La la.

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And now... The answers to your reviews!!!! La la.

Dragon Ladysupreme: Filler chaps... I never write fillers... Or at least I don't consider them to be fillers... Potter–toy... UHWUAHUWHUAHWUHAUWHAUWAU!!!!!!! Yeah! WHO in the wizarding world would actually go and say "Huh, maybe I should look into this guy's history...", but, you know, even if they DID do this, Raito was NEVER like a public suspect of being Kira, and... Oh, yes, never mentioned whatever happened to the police team... /whistles innocently/ I should add that somewhere... /smiles adorably/ YES! Raito's a God, and the wizards might just be able to see it /grins happily/ Hum... Oh well, let's respond the response of the reply of your reviews (O.o) Philippines... That was random... Wow, I could get an easy B– for this fic??? YES!!!!! Okay, ew, if ANYONE said that to me about L, ew... I can't even think much about this... L, "hawt"... EW. Mello sucks, but I won't argue with taste (well, not much anyway). He's a creep, and I'm not much of a chocofan, so... Raito's definitely looking to jump and swim in the insanity pool... Which's a fun image, really... /laughs/ Yeah... The ending of the mangá sucks... I wish it wasn't THE END... The author sucks... UWHUAHUWHAUHWU!!!!! Raito didn't even HAVE to do anything but be his wonderful self and he got all the fangirls he wanted... Like me/leaps giggling/ Thanks for the review!

Your lord and master Cantido: Thank you back, then. /grins/ L... Eck. Thank you for that. Yeap, Raito's one and true rival... I'll give him that much, at least. YES! I adore manipulative Raito!!! (well, obviously) Yeah, now that you've mentioned it... He IS kinda lazy... But he's the future King of the world (God that sounded bad... Hate Leo...) And Ryuuku comes back (just a little) next chap, so cheer up!!! La la la.

LHKN: Yes, sexual implications. La la. Late night LESSONS? Uhum, sure... /laughs/ YES! Raito's PERFECT. Yes, Ryuuku comes in a very short, yet special appearance, next chap. Just wait. Hum... I don't see Remus/Raito... Oh, well. Yeap, Draco was kind pushed outta the way a little, but he's back with a vengeance on this chap. YES!! Humans are ALL dogs. God... You like... Bella... Ew... But she's alive for a reason (weird how I actually planned something...) Hum... I don't know if I'll be able to give you that, but I could try... /grins/ Did you like the cookie? He's a slice of cake!!!

v'ry (assuming it's v'rai): Karee's an OC. /smiles/ Amazingly, one of the (for now) only two characters I've made up for this fic, which's quite an accomplishment, considering it's me.

v'rai briar (assuming it's v'ry): Okay, you probably know the answer to your question, but, oh well. I don't even know what I wrote to wyrnn, but I think it was something along the lines of "Fuck you, Raito rules, don't like him, out. L sucks" Well, L does suck, and I will never, EVER see what people see in him that make them like him more than Raito, but as long as they don't badmouth Raito, I'm good.YES! I H–A–T–E Mello and Near, HATE, and I'm glad with Mello'd end, although the ending of the mangá altogether pisses me off SO BAD. Yes!!! A reasonable person! Canon SUCKS!! The second arc and the ending prove it! Raito should TOTALLY have been crowned King of the world! Writing on, writing on... Or trying, anyway. /grins widely/

Smiley Face3: Hum... Okay, weird comment on L dying... He's GREAT! Ryuuku's cool, I agree. As to what happened to him, wait for chap 08 – he makes an appearance and I tell what happened to him (what BASICALLY happened to him, anyway). Well, since I'm blind, I can't tell when my Raito's being evil/maniacal/crazy, so I'll simply thank you. YES! Fic!Harry's what matters! La la la. Trying to keep on writing.

Chocobaby: Thank you, and here's chap 07. /grins/

Moria Polonis (responding only once due to the length of all the reviews together): Ah, my first real flamer... First of all, in spite of flaming me and getting personal, I still would like to thank you for wasting your time in such a "godawful fic", going through the six chaps that were posted until the time you read it, and even more for reviewing me... Six times, one for each chap! WOW!!! And you dissected each and every chap!!! I read all of your reviews, of course, but since I cannot possible respond to everything here (it would be as big as the chap itself), then just here and there, one thing and another. Yes, I'm not a good writer, far from it. I L–O–V–E it when people tell me otherwise, but I'm not blinded by the compliments – I KNOW I SUCK. As for crossovers that make sense... I don't see why you have to be rational and serious when it comes to crossover (or even fics, for that matter) and read only those that COULD happen – must I remind you that it's all FICTION? And being so, ANYTHING can happen, it just takes an author and his idea, and ANY cross can fly. I've seen ALL kinds of crossovers (Malcolm in the Middle/HP, CSI/HP, Tokyo Babylon/HP, Evangelion/HP... In other words, I've seen and read them all, and I don't give a DAMN to the "makes sense" factor, because it's NOT supposed to make sense! I've seen (but not read) Star Wars/HP in which Darth's the new DADA teacher! If I had seen SW, I'd totally go and read it, what makes sense or not to HELL! Seriously, since you were personal, I feel the right to be so too, therefore, here it is: it's ALL fiction! Sure, it's fun and entertaining, and you can really drown in it, but it's MAKE BELIEVE, or not even that, so quit that and live a little. Yes, everyone's OOC, everyone sucks, everyone's Gary Stu's... Who cares? I write the way I write, and no one's making (or made) you read my stuff. And I will respond to my reviews the way I want, acting as much as the FANGIRL that I am because I will NOT tone it down to people such as yourself (and I am most certainly holding back from calling you what I really want to). No, I DON'T have a plot, I don't know EVERYTHING about the characters I'm writing about – but that works for me and most of my readers, so to hell with you. No, I DON'T have to know EVERYTHING about my story, just enough to make it reasonably understandable. I don't have to know everything, and I WON'T know everything about the characters I write about because I'm not a freak! I have not spent years on this – one year max! So back and don't read this anymore if this's so fucking bad and I'm suck a fucking horrible writer. I was warned you were the type that would come to annoy me later, but I don't care. You filled my review page with your crap, so it's only fair I at least reply. And yes, I STILL thank you for the six reviews, even if it only shows how much time you have on your hands to review a story you don't even like, and whose author's methods and writing you despise – and all in ONE FREAKING DAY. Yes, I'm being personal, but, again, so were you. So, to hell.

Nemurenai: Wow, NOW I get what you mean... Seriously, the times before that I read your review, I didn't understand shit! But suddenly light! Well, it's more because I don't LIKE punctuating before the quotation marks, and because this's the way I got used to writing, so fixing that would be quite impossible at this point, but that you SO MUCH for trying to help me. I would even give you a hug or something (like a jello) if I could. Hyphen... That's "–" right? Well, if I remember correctly, I learned this in Grammar, but from my own language (Portuguese), so that might have something to do with my usage of hyphens. Well, that and I prefer using them rather than... Hum... "(words)". Don't know why, though, but it's probably 'cause in my head it doesn't stop the sentence as much as the hyphens. While I DO want tips and stuff to help me improve, sometimes they work only in an unconscious level, which means I'll probably remember this kinda stuff, but I will not be able to change the way I write out of nowhere, but, of course, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU for using your time to try to teach this grammatically poor little girl. My grammar sucks... Oh, and you WERE of help, only not immediate, but in the long run... Maybe in a few years I'll be writing more correctly, and I'll try to remember you to give you the credit you deserve (should I be able to evolve, which by itself is a foreign concept to me, but, might happen).

The Amazing Tsu–chan: Original... Weird concept... But I guess it is... That's probably 'cause of the lack of plot, but thank you VERY VERY MUCH (you're always reviewing me... /hugs/) And SOMEONE noticed the innuendos (I like this word!)! My BETA should be quite happy to hear (read) this... /laughs/ Oh, my Fr teach's okay. A little insane, but nothing major /grins/ Oh... Final Fantasy? Huh. Don't know much about it... But I can't demand reviews, much less from nice reviewers like yourself, and much less because of the practically one month delay... /coughs/ Hum, WHERE did I EVER mention me liking, or not hating, Mello and Near? And especially Mello/Near (ew)!!!!!!!!!!!! You HATE (????!!!!!) Raito???!!!! I read all the mangá by now, until the horrible fucking ending (WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ENDING?!???), but I don't see what's in it (for you) to make you HATE Raito Please explain yourself. And I somehow missed this part when I read your review... I'm going senile... Crap.

Kitroku: Thank you very much, and here it is, after so long. La la.

Unclear Destiny: I have absolutely no idea of what you said in your first sentence (which could be because you're talking weird or because my intellect is of course low). Why, thank you! And, again, I'm blind, I don't see when I make Raito insane... Or when I'm describing his obsession well... Oh, I didn't mention Raito's Utopia 'cause I didn't remember to... And because it didn't fit anywhere yet, only here it had space to be introduce, but, yeah, sometimes slower's for the best. La la. Yes, manipulative Raito, GO/laughs/ Poor of those who dare stand in Raito's way... Heard of Yami no Matsuei, but never read it – maybe some time I might give it a try. /grins/

clown eyes: Wow, DN/HNG is GOOD, especially since it's from the same guy (even if only the drawing). Well, thank you very much. You don't like HP fics? Oh! Well, this's a good fic for you, since everyone's so OOC, and YES, someone who openly says they like Slash!!! La la. I don't know what "bl" means, but THANK YOU!!!!! Oh, I know, Draco and Harry are very much like thrown out there, huh? I know, I know... My BETA tells me the same thing... But I could always write a prequel in form of one–shot or something of the sort. /grins/ Oh, Raito USING Remus, a trusting and cute wolfie? No, never/laughs manically/ Well, Raito IS supposed to be mean, evil, cruel and all that, so using Raito for his own... Purposes (cof sexualdesiressexualsediressexualdesiressexualdesires cof) WOULD be a little mean, but, oh well. But since it may never come to that, don't think much about it (I know I don't /laughs/). And here I am, trying to continue. /grins/

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So, was it good? Bad? Terrible? Incredibly shitty? Well, I wanna know it all! Please push the little purple button just down here and keep me posted on your thoughts on this. Flames are welcome just as much compliments, but only with constructive criticism, 'kay?

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