Acta Non Verba,
A.U as fuck, YAOI YGOXHP Crossover,
Yaoi, OOC, HarryxMarik romance/drama/angst. R&R AbuseWarning! BoyLove!... This will be a slightly A.U form of Season 2, ...okay VERY a.u, Marik is already in Japan, and Slifer has already found it's way to Yugi's deck. This chapter: Yami Malik addresses Harry, feelings unfold.
If you like the duels that much, I take them directly from the anime (or parts), Joey's is from S2 "Playing with a Parasite" -watch it if you want the full whole duel -waaay to lazy to write it all here tbh.
I DO NOT OWN YUGIOH OR HARRY POTTER xxx
Even though he'd found Marik, Harry still missed him. He didn't understand that until they'd pulled up beside a warehouse, his friend had changed into something else. Something he could barely equate with the boy he used to know. After Marik's first trip to the surface, he remembered the sudden obsession with motorcycles, the wonderment at television, and things Harry himself had been deprived of despite being exposed to them on a daily basis. Remnants of his friend sort of showed, but the longer Harry spent with Marik the more minuscule those signs became.
"Mutou's in there, dueling Bandit Keith for his Millennium Item back," said Marik darkly.
"As long as you don't kill him," muttered Harry remembering his duty, to which the Ishtar laughed cruelly.
"I have something worse in mind," he replied.
Harry died a little inside at that, the Ishtar had changed so much he bore slim resemblance to the one he remembered -how could somebody change so horribly?
Yami Malik wasn't sure whether he should kill Harry, like Odion, he was a possible hindrance to his existence on the outside, as he brought out the good in him pining to come out and take over permanently which would make him obsolete in time.
Silently he pulled the cloak hood over to mask Harry's features and did the same with his own cloak.
"Don't say a word, we're here to get the puzzle," said Yami Malik, they went inside, and saw fire spreading within the duelling stadium set up. Keith was having a fit, writhing on the floor, screaming insanely for Marik to get out of his mind. Fire was spreading everywhere and smoke was starting to weigh down the air. Through the flames, they could faintly make out Yugi trying to put together a shattered Millennium Puzzle.
"You came a little late," grated a dark voice over the sound of spitting fire.
It was the Spirit of the Ring.
"Get out, now, retrieve the puzzle when it's put back together," he said.
Quickly the three made their way out discreetly, as the fire brigade showed up shortly after Yugi was dragged out of the burning warehouse by Joey and Tristan.
Bakura, Marik and Harry stood in the shadows beside the parked up motorcycle, eyes on the puzzle.
"Wait, this is Yugi Mutou? The Pharaoh's host or whatever?" asked Harry staring at the short boy in the distance. Bakura grunted affirmatively to which Harry laughed. Hard.
"He's so short! Shouldn't it be like taking candy from a baby? -Not that I condone this," added the Potter, Marik rolled his eyes.
"Why don't you....ya'know...just...take it?"
"Tried that," said Marik deadpan.
"No I mean, take it, and keep it, don't make him duel for it...just...keep the damn thing?" he raised a brow at the Russia-sized hole in the logic of Marik getting Keith the steal the puzzle -only to give Yugi a chance and duel for it.
Before the two villains could respond, Harry brushed a strand of hair back and added.
"I see your need for pointless eccentricey hasn't changed a bit Marik," said Harry wryly.
Bakura suddenly laughed -the type of laugh that set maggots dancing in your flesh layers.
"Your little boyfriend isn't as bad as I thought,"
Silence.
Marik finally snapped back
"He's not my boyfriend!"
"Keep telling yourself that," muttered the Spirit of the Ring, with a sadistic smirk at Marik's suppressed annoyance.
"The item needs to be won in a Shadow Game or it's power can't be unleashed fully," elaborated Marik, to which Harry tilted his head curiously, but didn't make comment on.
/Are you going to kill him?/ asked Bakura to Yami Malik through the mental link established with connected Millennium Items, sadly Harry had not mastered the Millennium Ankh as of yet, and thus remained unable to hear their mental chatter.
/Why do you ask?/ replied Yami Malik smoothly.
/Isn't he a threat to your existence on the outside, like Odion?/
Bakura was met with dead silence.
/Perhaps/
/Going soft are we?/ prodded Bakura.
/He's useful!/ said Yami Malik, attempting to justify it.
/As for his fate, I'll decide that after... I get some answers/ added Yami Malik.
/Answers?/ replied Bakura curiously.
/He's got more mystery hanging around him then the Pharaoh/
/I see/
The three walked through the alley clearing away from the warehouse, Marik dragging his motorcycle behind him. The sound of sirens blaring from the fire brigade slowly faded as they walked away discreetly.
"Get into the finals as planned and I'll meet you there," with that, Bakura left the two in the alley, slowly Marik mounted the motorcycle and Harry joined him.
"How're you going to pull that off?" asked Harry as they sped out into the streets and he clutched the insane Rod-wielding teen around the stomach for dear life. Wind whipping down their hoods as they rode away.
"Are you implying I couldn't get into the finals?" returned Marik coolly, hands on the handles gripping tightly as they swerved left down the road.
"N--no! I--" stammered out Harry as his stomach twisted, Marik could feel Harry's heart beating erratically, partially in fear of his driving skills and the other at what he'd said.
"I was teasing," smirked Marik, realizing he'd forgotten to put his helmet on, he tossed it to Harry, who could do better with the security of wearing it. A strong waft of peach tickled Harry's sense of smell, coming from the perfectly perfect blond hair flowing past Harry's cheeks in the fast wind. Hesitantly and slowly, Harry tilted his head into the side of Marik's neck, making the Ishtar's stomach clench uncomfortably. He was able to handle the random bouts of affection, the tight coil of Harry's arms around his lower stomach but he could feel Harry's breath upon him as he drove and it was making the back of his neck heat up as he faught off turning red. -He just didn't blush. Ever.
"We're we going?" asked the Hekan innocently, with his eyes shut as the wind and hair caressed his face.
"Somewhere were nobody will hear a scream," suddenly, Marik sounded scary. They pulled up beside an abandoned farm in a more "country" part of Domino -the outskirts, and all of a sudden, Harry felt something change in the Ishtar as they dismounted.
Harry brushed his cloak down, and when he glanced back up expecting to see Marik beside him, he'd gone.
"Marik, this isn't funny," his voice was meeker, as he walked around a semi-collapsing barn. Hay scratched his legs uncomfortably and the smell of animals past their prime still lingered, though to Harry's shock an entire wall of the barn had gone down.
"M--Marik?," he was ashamed to admit he was scared now as the sound of high powered electricals rang in his ears, then, it became louder as if coming nearer.
Then, through the giant open wall, a huge tractor-esque machine approached slowly, headlights blinding him as they shone down upon him in the dark barn. It was an old piece of farm machinery, so loud it vibrated through his ears, and was quickly pushing it's way to Harry in the barn who was backed into the corner. He didn't feel like a brave Hekan warrior anymore, he was up against a machine, not a human, and thus felt defeat. Not knowing what to do.
"Marik!" he was screaming at the top of his lungs, filled with so much fear he couldn't use magic properly, he just stood in awe and terror at the sheer size of the machine.
Tears ran down his cheeks, he blamed a bad childhood on that, when met with a situation he couldn't handle, salty tears would run down his face that he was ashamed to admit he couldn't control. His long slender legs shook in his place, cloak billowing out as he screamed over the sound of the large farm machinery tore over his screaming The tractor at the front was fitted with a huge wheel-like metallic plougher which ripped into the ground sending bits of hay everywhere. It was as big as an Egyptian God, so huge, it send Harry into an unmovable shock as he screamed for Marik so loud his throat hurt.
Finally he noticed the man behind the wheel, it was Marik, but his hair was flared and spiked out, veins prominent as he laughed maniacally.
"Marik! Please, stop! What're you doing?! You're going to kill me---" his screams sounded like that, each more desperate then the last as the headlight shone down upon him.
The good inside of Marik snarled at Yami Malik in anger.
"Don't hurt him! Don't you dare!" but Yami Malik ignored the cries inside.
"Marik! Whatever's going on we can sort it out! Please! Just stop..."
Harry's back pushed against the wall and he slumped to the floor and curled up in the corner, he didn't know what to do, he was scared, confused, and certain he was going to die. He was a shaking mess, but suddenly, the deafening roar of machinery stopped, the headlights turned off, and the tractor-like machine stopped. Slowly, Harry opened his tear-filled bloodshot eyes as he heard Marik jump down and approach him, a sharp tip of the Millennium Rod unsheathed.
"I've been contemplating killing you for a while," smirked Yami Malik, swaggering over with a dark look in his eye. He knelt on one knee before Harry, and grabbed the Hekan up, pushing him to the wall with one hand, holding the sharp point of the Rod in the other to him.
"Marik--" stammered Harry, slowly looking him the eye and sniffling back snot from bawling for his life.
"What's g--going on?"
Then, something flashed in his mind.
Flashback:
"I changed alright! There's something...wrong with me!" yelled Marik back, slightly angry, and even angrier when Harry had struck him across the face.
End Flashback.
"You, are a possible hindrance to my existence," snarled Yami Malik, eyes aflame.
"With you here bringing out my weaker self, I would have slowly been made obsolete!" screeched the demented side of Marik.
Harry looked scared and confused.
"For years I existed inside of the Marik you knew, and with this body, I would rule all! Then, Odion came along, then...you" he spat.
Slowly, shaking candy lips formed a scratchy barely-audible sentence.
"I would never hurt any side of Marik because he means so much to me," admitted Harry, body quivering in fear.
"You're still apart of him," swallowed Harry, hoping to convince Yami Malik of his sincerity, that he wouldn't dare try to destroy or betray him.
"Are you shaking with fear or revulsion?" cackled Yami Malik, face millimetres from the other.
"N--N--"
Yami Malik rolled his eyes and backed away, allowing Harry out the corner.
"You're pathetic,"
"You're still a part of Marik, and I like every part of my friend," said Harry meekly, cheeks red as he wiped his face of tear-tracks, saying anything to please the 'nice' psychopath.
Yami Malik himself meant something to him, and that perplexed the psychopath.
"You're still naive as I remember," smirked Yami Malik, sheathing the Rod back eventually.
Harry blinked then blushed, knowing exactly what memory the raving nutter was referring to.
Flashback:
Young Harry dragged himself behind Marik, who stiffened, and let out a soft noise of surprise as his cheeks reddened. A pair of moist pink lips pressed to his back, sending a flurry of butterflies in his stomach, Harry had kissed...his back?
"Why..?" he whispered confused as his naive friend crawled infront of him with a confused smile of his own.
"Isn't that what I am supposed to do?" he tilted his head, innocent green eyes emphasized more behind bottle-glasses.
"I mean, if something hurts, kiss it better... right?" that's what he'd seen Petunia do with Dudley, and mothers with their children. Slowly, the blushing Ishtar began to laugh, wrapping his arms around his silly friend.
"You're really naive you know that?"
End Flashback:
Pathetic mortal. No wonder his weak-side loved him so.
"Apologies for the test of faith, but I had to make sure you wouldn't get in my way," said Yami Malik after a moment of thought. The apology, of course, insincere.
"T--test of faith? The machine..." Harry rambled out in angry shock, the Ishtar truly was insane, still his friend, but insane none-the-less.
"But it seems even I mean something to you," drawled the psychopath strolling to Harry and placing hands on his shoulder blades with an 'I-Own-You' smirk. A silence fell as Yami Malik looked down upon Harry with a positively devilish expression.
"Oh Naive-One," he continued, veins relaxing though still in his dark-state.
He knew they both remembered that memory. One of kissing bruises, as if it solved everything.
Harry's legs stopped quivering in fear, as muscled arms wrapped securely around him. It felt right. It took more then friendship to persevere as Harry did for six years. The feeling when counting every step Marik took whenever he walked out of a room was a lot stronger then anything he'd felt before.
He was terrified of Marik changing back into...Yami Malik and was even more terrified of dare letting him go.
"Don't hate me," Marik managed. How could somebody turn your world upside down so much? Somehow, Harry managed it.
"I'm a little mad and a little terrified but I don't think I could ever hate you -you nutter, remember that," Harry knew very well which side of Marik he'd shown affection to, and he still loved him regardless, and for that, Marik felt...happy. Unbelievably so.
Flashback
"Give me one reason I shouldn't kill him for that," said Bakura calmly.
"Because he's mine," said Marik, before he realized what had spilled from his lips.
End Flashback.
"Mine," he mumbled, as the arms tightened around the Hekan. Harry Potter was his friend, and now, so much more deep down.
Possessiveness increased tenfold.
He never wanted to see Harry like that again, he never wanted to see him leave again, and he never ever wanted to be the one his friend feared -a part of him would always hate Yami Malik for that.
They mounted the motorcycle and sped out the barn with naught but a peaceful silence between them as Harry's clinging became gentler. Horrors of the machine put behind them as they road back into Domino's city.
Wizarding World: Azkaban Prison: Death Row.
A black haired man, with hollowed cheeks and tired eyes held a newspaper between his fingers. Minister Fudge had been doing some sort of PR stunt to flaunt Azkaban's security after the conviction of the Halfblood Murderer, and very weakly, the man in his cell -Sirius Black, asked for his newspaper.
Out of pity or passing bordem having been done with the paper, it had found it's way through the bars of the prison into the hands of Sirius Black.
"Missing Hero Potter: Presumed Dead"
His head hit the back of the cell wall as he leaned back, waiting for dementers to leave for the lower blocks so he could easily string up more coherent thoughts.
What happened to Harry Potter? Petal, Penalia..Petunia! Lily's...sister was it? Only one family left..alive...has...Harry....not sent...Hogwarts? Hated magic...hated Lily...Lily's son...has magic.
Dear MERLIN! He can't be dead! No, no..no...NO!
The prisoner gave a sickening lurch as his fogged up thoughts reached a conclusion, wherever Harry was he couldn't possibly be happy or even safe for that matter! He couldn't wait anymore, he had to find and protect his Harry, as a godfather, he had obligation to. Plus...he missed his Little Prongs, who he hadn't seen since they changed secret keepers.
Evidently Dumbledore had failed to keep Harry safe or he'd be at Hogwarts!
With one plan he'd been planning for years up his sleeve, he thought of his animagus form, and slowly his bones began to shift...
He shouldn't have scared Harry with the machine, for a moment, Harry saw his life flash before his eyes. They drove on, Harry tried forgetting about the machine, and Marik tried to think of a way to make it up to him -a hug hardly resolved a murder attempt. Buy flowers? No. Present? Like what?
He decided he was no good at being nice.
"I need you to go along with something," smiled Marik suddenly, knowing how to make it up to Harry. He knew deep down that Harry was disappointed at what he'd become, and whilst working to get the puzzle, he found a way to make Harry happy.
He'd act the way he used to, when the time came to change persona's for his plan.
"Oh?" Harry agreed, but was curious nonetheless when they stopped off to fetch a duel disk system, and went to find duellists.
"I need four locator cards first though," smirked Marik as they pulled up near a crowd, around two duellists duelling.
"Hey, isn't that the Millennium Puzzle? It's on the shorty cheering the blond guy on," pointed Harry at the respective people in the duellist crowd.
It was Joey Wheeler verses Weevil Underwood.
Joey seemed to be getting into mess after mess, and was dealing with Weevil's horrid parasite. Most of Joey's monsters were affected by Weevil's parasite-infection card. Weevil also seemed to be drooling over his own Great Moth card.
"Great Moth! Destroy Wheeler's Alligator Swordsman!" cackled Weevil as the monster dived for Joey's.
Joey groaned.
He seemed to be losing. Hard.
Harry scowled.
"That kid's hair gets on my nerves, bowl-cuts annoy me," muttered Harry to himself as he stared at Weevil, Marik heard and bit-back a laugh at the random statement. The two stood side by side in the crowd watching the duel.
"So long as your cards are infected by my parasite, your monsters are all insects! With my insect-barrier, I can block all your attacks!" gloated Weevil.
Joey smirked.
"I place one card face down and switch all my monsters in attack mode!" said Joey, everyone was sure he'd gone nuts.
"I place one card in defense mode, and I'm sure you remember my darling Leghul! Now, Leghul, bypass his monsters and attack his lifepoints directly!" yelled Weevil dramatically.
Joey's Lifepoints Dropped: 2800.
"Now, to attack your weakest monster Wheeler!" laughed Weevil "-and knock your lifepoints down to zero!"
"Great Moth, attack Joey's parasite card!"
"Nice try, reveal Skull Dice!" said Joey quickly, unveiling his facedown.
Skull Dice knocked Great Moth's attack strength in half.
"I play my other face down card, Graceful Dice!" this would make his monster stronger, and ended up having his monster's attack points get multiplied by four, and attacked Great Moth.
Weevil screamed. Great Moth was sent to the Graveyard.
"I play Insect Soldiers of the Sky! In Attack mode, and now my spellcard, Eradicating Aerosol! Since my parasite-infecter I snuck into your deck made all your monsters into insects, my Aerosol can destroy any one of them! But I have bigger plans, I play Pinch Hopper and destroy my own monster -Destroy Pinch Hopper, Eradicating Aerosol. When sent the the graveyard this activates Pinch Hopper's effect allowing me to draw any card from my deck and I chose Insect Queen!" smirked Weevil.
"He's done for," muttered Harry.
Joey's eyes bugged (no pun intended).
"Say goodbye to Battle City!" cackled Weevil.
"She can absorb the attack of every insect on the field," and all bugs including Joey's insect-infected monsters raised the monster to an unbelievably powerful level.
"I sacrifice Leghul to make Insect Queen more powerful, now Insect Queen, attack his Tiny Guardian!"
Joey's LP: 1000
"It gets better, with every destroyed monster Insect Queen lays an egg, allowing her to keep let her keep the extra attack points even when the monster's destroyed. When they're hatched I'll also have an insect army!"
It didn't help that Weevil had "Insect Barrier" protecting him from Joey's infected-monsters.
"I play one card face down and my panther and end my turn," sighed Joey sadly seeing slim hope.
"I summon Cockroach Knight to feed my Queen, and it's effect allows me to keep this card in my hand and resummon it. Now my strengthened Queen, attack his panther to knock him out the tournament for good!"
"I unveil my trapcard Magic Arm Shield! I can defend myself using your own monsters with this!"
Weevil's Lifepoints dropped.
"My Queen will forever get stronger! "
"I put both my monsters in defense mode," said Joey.
Weevil resummoned Cockroach Knight to feed his Queen again.
"I draw one card facedown and summon Gearfreed the Iron Knight who's armour makes him immune to being parasite-infected,"
"Iron Knight, attack the Queen's eggs to lower her attack power!" commanded Joey.
Weevil repowered his Queen with two surprise cards and it truly looked like the end for Joey.
"Destroy his Knight and lifepoint remenants!"
"Ha. I activate my trapcard Graverobber, letting me grab a card from your graveyard and I chose Eradicating Aerosol!" with that, Joey wiped out the Queen.
"Destroy his last egg and remaining points!"
Weevil's LP: 0
Later:
"Oh yeah! Who-da man? I'm da man! Uh huh!" gloated Joey, winning Weevil's rarest card and two locator cards.
"Well done Joey," smiled Yugi, though he, Anzu, Duke, Tristan and Joey turned around at the sound of two people approaching. A boy who'd waved them down and was arm-linked with a bored looking cloaked black-haired teen.
"You were amazing!" it was Marik, who was acting oddly, almost fanboyish.
Harry felt a needle of jealousy.
He didn't understand what Marik was playing at, until he remembered...
Flashback:
"I need you to go along with something," smiled Marik suddenly, knowing how to make it up to Harry. He knew deep down that Harry was disappointed at what he'd become, and whilst working to get the puzzle, he found a way to make Harry happy.
Flashback End.
"Thanks," grinned Joey smugly.
"I see you're a duellist too," pointing to Marik's duel disk.
Harry glared at Joey.
"Yeah but not nearly as good as you are!" Marik's smile was wide and gorgeous -though false, his eyes were alight with faked admiration.
"Aw shucks. You're sweet, what's your name dude?" asked Joey, while the others fell silent.
"Namu, and this is my best ever friend, Harry," Marik promptly crushed Harry to his side in a side-hug and then resumed arm-link.
Anzu bit the inside of her cheeks to stop from smiling at the two, girls had a sixth sense about stuff like relationships and a heavy affectionate air hung about the two. It was cute -she had to admit, it also seemed Duke spotted this as did Tristan.
The two seemed a bit...too close.
Why was Marik, or rather, "Namu" acting all weird and overly childish? Then, Harry realized.
This was Marik's way of trying to make Harry happy -by acting the way he used to while also carrying out his masterplan -which involved them gaining Yugi's trust.
Even though Marik's just pretending to be normal, I can enjoy 'Namu' for just a little while, thought Harry with a sad little smile.
England:
A near-skeletal thin man in torn prison garb knocked on the door of Privet Drive.
"Where. Is. My. Godson?" hissed the convict, black eyes aflame...
xxEndxx