*Egyptian*
^Japanese^ &a change of perspective&
Hopefully this chappy will be a great deal longer than the meagre lot I've been throwing up so far. Warning, spoiler alert, THERE WILL BE WAND DUELS, BUT MOSTLY CARD DUELS. There, i've said it.
I prefer the Yugioh cast to stick to magick, instead of wand-ness.
Yami Bakura *scoffs*: as if a mere stick could replace the Ring!
Ryou Bakura: I'm not going to have to merge with the Ring am I?
Marik: Doesn't Kaiba still have the Rod? what will I use? The Eye is missing!
Yami Marik: PRECIOUS...
Yami: O_O Yuugi: (.)_(.)
Mokuba: okay, Mariku, now you've got to be sh*ting us.
Harry Potter was not happy.
Firstly, Ron and Hermione had refused to send him news during his summer stay at the Dursleys.
Secondly, he had had to stay with the Dursleys.
Thirdly, he had seen Cedric die and Voldemort rise from the dead several months ago. He had fought Voldemort. Surely that meant something. Surely they realized that he wasn't entirely useless. He could fight. He had faced up against huge obstacles since he was eleven, for Merlin's sake!
Fourthly, he had had to stay with the Dursleys.
Fifthly, foreign children were given place at the secret headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, but he - the Chosen One - had, you guessed it, had to stay with the Dursleys.
Harry Potter was not happy at all.
If anyone had a right to be cross, it was him. He had been destined for trouble at birth, it seemed, and all people seemed to think that it was somehow his fault.
It wasn't.
They should realize that by now. He didn't want to be an orphan. He didn't want a terrifying Dark Lord stalking him. He didn't want that blasted lightning scar.
Harry had yelled at his friends, and when he was feeling a little bad (Hermione was in tears, Harry felt guilty for that; but girls did cry so easily) that was quickly turned around when the head of a blonde boy snapped out of a nearby door and effectively told him to shut the f*ck up.
Harry had blinked. Twice.
The blonde boy had not waited to see such a reaction. Despite his violent reaction to Harry, he had closed the door softly behind himself.
Harry realized, only later, that the boy had purple eyes.
"You're as thin as a rail! Almost as bad as that Marik and Ryou. Even that tiny one - Yuugi - doesn't seem to eat enough."
"You say that about everyone mother," Ginny, who was half-sprawled over the counter, rolled her eyes. Then she smiled at Harry. "But it is true about Marik and Ryou being skinny. And talk about effeminate. Ryou's prettier than I am! Hermione and I have desperately been trying to get the details of his hair-care and shampoo."
Harry was not the first one to dinner, but he was close. Mrs. Weasley and her daughter were setting the forks and knives in neat rows around the table. Dinner smelled delicious even from here. Lamb chops, mushrooms, jack-potatoes, green peas, and oceans upon oceans of delicious gravy.
"Ri-oh? Maar-ick? You-gee?"
"Oh, that's right," said his godfather, entering the kitchen. He seemed to be in high spirits since Harry arrived. "You haven't met our foreign guests. You'll see them soon enough. Don't sit next to Marik, though. He'll give you the evil eye if you so much as touch a piece of meat."
Harry had a brief memory of 'shut the f*ck up' and angry purple eyes.
He silently agreed with Sirius.
A crowd flooded the kitchen moments afterwards and haphazardly took their places. The Weasley's were there(minus Charlie, and Percy), as well as Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Hermione Granger, Nymphadora Tonks (who Harry had only just met on his way here), Alastor Moody, , Mundungus Fletcher, and Harry himself.
Ron and Hermione, who were observing him as if he was a dynamite about to blow, had relaxed very little. Remus and Sirius were talking about something serious in the corner and Tonks was changing her face for Ginny.
Then the door opened again. A boy with shoulder-length, pale blonde hair and large eyes entered. Golden earrings, necklace, and armbands adorned the bronze skin. He was, by all appearances, extremely effeminate until he glared and cracked his knuckles.
He stalked towards the table, his glare focusing on the pile of lamb chops and becoming hateful.
Behind him was another boy, one with even stranger hair. This boy was the size of a midget twelve-year-old(Harry had seen one on T.V.) with star-shaped hair that was not only black and red, but finished with blonde bangs. Add a couple other shades and there was Mr. Rainbow.
He had a huge, smile adorning his adorable, panda-bear countenance. And there was an odd choker around his neck that made him appear even more pettable.
Both boys were wearing Fred and George's patchy hand-me-downs.
"Mrs. Weasley, I hope you don't mind me taking some up to Ryou. He doesn't want to be a bother, but I think he really is starting to get ill..."
Motherly instincts arising, Mrs. Weasley leapt to her feet. "No bother, no bother."
She raised her wand and food systematically floated into a pleasant pile atop a large plate. The boy's eyes widened at the load. "I don't think Ryou will eat that much...'
The feminine boy glared at the meat. "Cruelty. That's what it is! Cruelty to animals!"
"Marik," exasperated star-haired child managed.
"Cruelty! Would you like someone cooking you? Would you so calmly devour human flesh?"
A large amount of the diners were putting down their cutlery; looking vaguely ill.
The small boy closed his eyes.
"If you can be friends with someone who eats rare steak, Marik, I think you'll be fine in these conditions," said the boy in an attempt-at-niceties. He sighed before turning back to Mrs. Weasley.
"I'll be back down in a moment. Don't let Marik get to you. He was like that about riding horses too. But even if motorbikes were alive, I doubt he'd quit."
He picked up the heavy plate, observing its piled contents dubiously, and exited the room. All eyes were on foreign boy no 1. Marik.
He sat down, visibly disgruntled and served himself a heapful of vegetables and potatoes. He stabbed a mushroom with his fork violently.
There was a long, awkward silence.
"Is he doing any better?" asked Remus softly. There were tired lines under his eyes, and right now they were etched with deep concern.
Lilac eyes snapped up. "No." He tore a potato to pieces savagely and then, oddly enough, daintily popped the shreds into his mouth.
No one spoke. Everyone was walking on eggshells around this boy, much like Ron and Hermione were walking on eggshells around Harry.
Finally Marik's gaze focused on Harry. His chewing became more pronounced and his eyes flashed and narrowed. It was a rather catlike affair, Harry noticed. "So, who's the idiot here who decided to wake up half of London with his screaming? Have you no concern or respect for the others in the house?"
This statement rose everyone to their hackles, and many of the people began speaking all at once. Remus didn't. He looked as though he were brooding and - Harry saw to slight disappointment and anger - his eyes softened on Marik as though he were feeling sorry for the sharp-tongued boy.
Marik ignored the hisses and statements, the blurting and excuses. His eyes were focused on Harry as if he was the sole cause of a new epidemic.
Anger spurred Harry to speak. "I'm Harry Potter, thank you very much, and seeing as you've all been happy and cozy while I've been stuck with my horrible relatives, trying desperately to hear news, I don't think you have the right to criticize!"
Instead of looking contrite, angry, or shocked. A grim, mocking smile curled up on the corner's of Marik's words that exited his mouth were cutting.
"He sounded much more mature in your descriptions, Remus."
Ron and Hermione choked on their food with several others. A red mist began to clog Harry's sight.
"Don't judge him," said the werewolf softly. Remus Lupin's eyes were tired and on his food. "He's been through a lot. He doesn't know..."
"Of course not. He's the boy hero. I've known several of those, but I've never come across one who was so f*cking arrogant," the Egyptian wiped the corners of his mouth delicately with a serviette, "Please excuse me, Mrs. Weasley, I've just lost my appetite. Yuugi will be down in a few minutes. If he starts screaming about the injustice of life loudly enough to wake the dead, don't bother him. He's just having a case of boy-hero blues," he pushed his chair back as he stood up, facing the gaping table-folkk, "Remus, I was hoping you could put a silencing charm around Ryou's room after dinner. I will be sleeping in there too, just in case his nightmares continue. I don't want him being disturbed again." He looked pointedly at Harry with an intense dislike.
Remus, however, showed no signs of being upset. He nodded wearily. "Go ahead Marik. Yuugi probably won't leave him until you return anway."
The bronzed boy's face softened. "That's true. Yuugi's like that. He's always been a perfect little savior." A tiny smile was the last thing the diners saw before he disappeared around the corner and the silent pat of his feet touched the hall.
"Who was that?" asked Harry immediately. He initially disliked the boy, of course. Who did this 'Marik' think he was? Were his parents murdered by the most evil wizard of all time? Did he have to grow up with horrible relatives that left him malnourished? Did he watch a...friend of his die and see Voldemort rise from the dead? Did he have to fight said enemy, seeing dead people appear in the process, and then barely escape with his life? Was he attacked by Dementors this summer, and having to go to court for defending himself?
"What did you do?" asked Sirius Black, dark eyes wide in shock, "In the few days he's been here, I've never seen the boy so pissed off."
His godfather had been one of the lot to hiss at Marik's insensitivity. Harry felt a slight surge of approval. His godfather understood.
"He was shouting at Ron and Hermione," said Remus camly, who - Harry was annoyed to see - was not looking the least bit sympathetic. "He happened to be standing outside Ryou's room."
A look of understanding dawned on the animagus' face. "Ouch. You woke Ryou up? Way to get on someone's badside, Harry. Look, I know Marik was being a complete git, but at least it's a little understandable now."
Harry blinked. "Who are they anyway? I've never heard of them in my life. And how do you know that they're trustworthy?"
Remus sighed, and Sirius Black groaned; covering his eyes. Mad-Eye-Moody beamed.
"That's the spirit! Never can be too cautious these days! CONSTANT VIGILANCE!"
Tonks rolled her eyes and made her face an impression of Moody's, sticking out her tongue at him. If Harry hadn't been so upset and confused, he would have found it highly entertaining.
"We don't know much about them, Harry," said Hermione tentatively. "Bill brought Ryou Bakura here about a week ago. They were attacked," she glanced, frightened, at the adults, "or something. Dumbledore said Ryou has to stay here. He went with Remus and brought Marik Ishtar and Yuugi Motou here the night after. We still haven't been told anything about them, but Ryou's going through post-traumatic stress. He hasn't slept longer than an hour at a time since he's been here due to nightmares. Yuugi and Marik have been trying to get him to sleep longer. They've been watching over him 24/7. Marik was upset because you must have woken him up when they had finally gotten him to fall asleep."
"Oh boo-hoo," muttered Harry. "Nightmares...wait, did you say his name was Ishtar?"
This time all the adults looked at him sharply.
Hermione and Ron noticed too. The female bookworm cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Yes?" her words came out with a slight squeak.
"I've heard that name before somewhere. Something to do with Egypt...and a boy with white hair...he attacked someone. There was a wound on the man's arm..."
He shivered. "And HE was very angry, and then very pleased..."
Now everyone was staring at him; shellshocked.
He blinked, waiting for someone to move, someone to speak.
"It was just a dream I had. Nothing important." Harry pushed a hand through his perpetually messy hair; remembering now, that it, indeed, had only been a dream.
"Mate," said Ron quietly, "Ryou has white hair."
"When did you have this dream?" Remus asked quietly. His golden eyes were observing him closely.
"About a week ago," said Harry uncomfortably. "Why?"
Sirius Black opened his mouth, but a meek voice spoke from the door.
"I'm sorry. I'm not interrupting, am I?""
The boy with star-like, tri-coloured hair had appeared in the doorway. He had huge violet eyes that were wide and innocent. "I don't want to be in the way," he added, twisting his hands over the bulky golden triangle that hung around his neck.
How very unlike Marik, thought Harry. This boy was shy, polite, and scarily-cute.
"No, no, come in," said Mrs. Weasley, pointing to the seat NEXT TO HARRY. She hastily served him a large amount of potatoes and piled lamb chops and mushrooms beside it, lopping on gravy and green peas.
"Hello, I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself. I'm Motou Yu- I mean, Yuugi Motou," he bowed to Harry. The fifteen-year-old with jet black hair and green eyes felt his anger shifting into astonishment and confusion. "And you are?"
"Harry Potter," he whispered, dazed.
"Oh?" the boy smiled brightly, climbing onto the seat beside him. "Ron and Hermione have been speaking so much about you. They've been worrying non-stop when they heard about the..." his brow crinkled cutely, "Demen...Deement..."
"Dementors," Tonks offered. Her hair was bubblegum pink again and her nose no longer resembled a snout.
Yuugi smiled at her, and the woman melted.
"That was it, Dementors! They said they could suck out your soul...is that true?"
"Yes," said Harry shortly.
"They were so relieved to hear you were all right! 'If anyone can get out of that mess, Harry can,' they said." Yuugi smiled. "I knew you would be visiting soon and I really wanted to meet you. Marik said you were probably a idiot in real life and that your friends have been romanticizing about you, but I'm sure he's just upset because Ryou's had a relapse."
For the first time since Harry had arrived, he felt bad. He felt really, really bad.
Because when Yuugi had entered, Harry had immediately hated him. And now it was impossible to even think of commiting such a felony.
Ron and Hermione were staring at the boy with astonishment crossing reverance.
"That's...understandable," croaked Harry.
Yuugi beamed at him. His food was disappearing expertly into his mouth at a dizzying speed, and yet never produced the effect of bad manners. He didn't speak without clearing his mouth of food. "Do you play Duel Monsters?"
"What?"
"Oh," Yuugi looked a little disappointed. "It's a card game. Wizards don't have it. Hermione doesn't play either. I can see you don't recognize the name. I suppose it's more popular in Japan," he brightened suddenly, "never mind! I'll teach you later!" His face suddenly went meek and contrite, "If you...want to...that is...'
Harry pushed up the wobbly corners of his mouth as an attempt to smile. "Yeah, sometime later...that would be fine."
Yuugi beamed again. Seriously, this boy was like a piece of frigging sunshine. He slipped out of his chair after an 'excuse me' and Harry realized with a jolt that Yuugi's plate was already empty. He waved happily at the starstruck diners and left the room.
"Yeah..." said Sirius Black. "That's Yuugi."
"No one can help but adore him," said Tonks dreamily. "He's so cute! Like a baby panda! You just want to pinch his cheeks!"
"All the same, you wouldn't guess he was fourteen."
"Ginny!"
Harry spluttered on a mouthful of potatoes. "He's fourteen?"
Ginny nodded, flicking a strand of red hair behind her ear. "I thought he was ten, honestly."
Mrs. Weasley stood, eyes flashing. "That's enough. Don't make fun of the poor boy because of his height. He obviously hasn't reached his growth spurt yet, that's all."
She glanced at the clock, and then scanned the empty plates around the table.
Harry had hardly noticed finishing his meal.
Ron was still nudging a tiny pea across the remains of his gravy with his fork. Hermione was watching with disapproval.
"Nearly time for bed, I think," said Mrs Weasley, standing up to clear the dishes.
"Not just yet, Molly," said Sirius, pushing away his empty plate and turning to look at Harry. "You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would to start asking questions about Voldemort."
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly. Where seconds before it had been awkwardly silent, it was now alert, even tense. A frisson had one around the table at the mention of Voldemort's name. Lupin, who had been about to take a sip of wine, lowered his goblet slowly, looking wary.
"I did!" said Harry indignantly. "I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order so-"
"And they're quite right," said Mrs. Weasley. "You're too young."
She was sitting bolt upright in her chair, her fists clenched on its arms, every trace of drowsiness gone.
"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?" asked Sirius."Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happen "
"Hang on!" interrupted George loudly.
"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" said Fred angrily.
"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!" said George.
"'You're too young, you're not in the Order,'" said Fred, in a high-pitched voice that sounded uncannily like his mother's. "Harry's not even of age!"
"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing," said Sirius calmly, "that's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand -"
"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry!" said Mrs Weasley sharply. The expression on her normally kind face looked dangerous. "You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?"
"Which bit?" Sirius asked politely, but with the air of a man readying himself for a fight.
"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know," said Mrs Weasley, placing a heavy emphasis on the last three words.
Ron, Hermione, Fred and George's heads swivelled from Sirius to Mrs Weasley as though they were following a tennis rally. Ginny was kneeling amid a pile of abandoned Butterbeer corks, watching the conversation with her mouth slightly open. Lupin's eyes were fixed on Sirius.
"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly," said Sirius. 'But as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back" (again, there was a collective shudder around the table at the name) "he has more right than most to -"
"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!" said Mrs Weasley. "He's only fifteen and -"
"And he's dealt with as much as most in the Order," said Sirius, "and more than some."
"No one's denying what he's done!" said Mrs Weasley, her voice rising, her fists trembling on the arms of her chair. "But he's still -"
"He's not a child!" said Sirius impatiently.
"He's not an adult either!" said Mrs Weasley, the colour rising in her cheeks. "He's not James,Sirius!"
"I'm perfectly clear who he is, thanks, Molly," said Sirius coldly.
"I'm not sure you are!" said Mrs Weasley. "Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!"
"What's wrong with that?" said Harry.
"What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him!" said Mrs Weasley, her eyes still boring into Sirius. "You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!""
"Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?" demanded Sirius, his voice rising.
"Meaning you have been known to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and -"
"We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this, if you please!" said Sirius loudly.
"Arthur!" said Mrs Weasley, rounding on her husband. "Arthur, back me up!"
Mr Weasley did not speak at once. He took off his glasses and cleaned them slowly on his robes, not looking at his wife. Only when he had replaced them carefully on his nose did he reply.
"Dumbledore knows the position has changed, Molly. He accepts that Harry will have to be filled in, to a certain extent, now that he is staying at Headquarters."
"Yes, but there's a difference between that and inviting him to ask whatever he likes!"
"Personally," said Lupin quietly, looking away from Sirius at last, as Mrs Weasley turned quickly to him, hopeful that finally she was about to get an ally, "I think it better that Harry gets the facts -not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture - from us, rather than a garbled version from ... others."
His expression was mild, but Harry felt sure Lupin, at least, knew that some Extendable Ears had survived Mrs Weasley's purge.
"Well," said Mrs Weasley, breathing deeply and looking around the table for support that did not come, "well ... I can see I'm going to be overruled. I'll just say this: Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone who has Harry's best interests at heart -"
"He's not your son," said Sirius quietly.
"He's as good as," said Mrs Weasley fiercely. "Who else has he got?"
"He's got me!"
"Yes," said Mrs Weasley, her lip curling, "the thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked UP in Azkaban, hasn't it?""
Sirius started to rise from his chair.
"Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry," said Lupin sharply.
"Sirius, sit down."
Mrs Weasley's lower lip was trembling. Sirius sank slowly back into his chair, his face white.
"I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this," Lupin continued, "he's old enough to decide for himself."
"I want to know what's been going on," Harry said at once.
He did not look at Mrs Weasley. He had been touched by what she had said about his being as good as a son, but he was also impatient with her mollycoddling. Sirius was right, he was not a child.
"Very well," said Mrs Weasley, her voice cracking. "Ginny - Ron - Hermione - Fred - George -
I want you out of this kitchen, now."
There was instant uproar.
"We're of age!" Fred and George bellowed together.
"If Harry's allowed, why can't I?" shouted Ron.
"Mum, I want to hear!" wailed Ginny.
"NO!"" shouted Mrs Weasley, standing up, her eyes overbright. "I absolutely forbid -"
"Molly, you can't stop Fred and George," said Mr Weasley wearily. "They are of age."
"They're still at school."
"But they're legally adults now," said Mr Weasley, in the same tired voice.
Mrs Weasley was now scarlet in the face.
"I - oh, all right then, Fred and George can stay, but Ron -"
"Harry'll tell me and Hermione everything you say anyway!" said Ron hotly. 'Won't - won't you?" he added uncertainly, meeting Harry's eyes.
For a split second, Harry considered telling Ron that he wouldn't tell him a single word, that he could try a taste of being kept in the dark and see how he liked it. But the nasty impulse vanished as they looked at each other.
"Course I will," Harry said.
Ron and Hermione beamed.
"Fine!" shouted Mrs Weasley. "Fine! Ginny - BED!"
&Yuugi&
The King of Games was having an earnest conversation with the spirit in his head.
/Yami, I'm sure he was having an off day earlier. He is probably really nice normally - and he wanted to learn how to play Duel Monsters!/
/Yuugi, anyone would want to learn how to play Duel Monsters if you asked them in that manner./
Yuugi could feel the Pharaoh rolling his eyes. /We should see Ryou now. His shadow magick has been out of sync and explosive since he touched one of those stic-wands. He'll need us to continue to try to stabilize it./
Yami agreed readily. /It works against us,/ he began tentatively /that he saw his father being sacrificed for the sarcophagus./
/But he knows that there's a possibility that he's still alive. Everything - including time - froze inside the tomb when they took the tablet. His father hasn't been consumed yet. If we managed to bring the tablet back, and then used the Egyptian God-Cards on the Seal, we could bring him back!/
/Those chances are very low. Ryou knows this. But you are right. We must try./
There was some shouting downstairs. The strange, moving portrait joined in the screaming. Remus Lupin, a werewolf both Yuugi and Marik had gotten fond of, ran to close it. He saw Yuugi sitting on the top of the stairs, looking deep in thought.
Before yanked the curtains over the picture, he said: "Snape's going to come tomorrow with vials of dreamless sleep for Ryou."
He wrestled the curtains over a spitting Mrs. Black.
"Remus," Yuugi began hesitantly. "My phone isn't working. I need to send another message to my friends Jounouchi and Honda...and Kaiba too."
"Oh! Of course! Electricity doesn't work in magical environments. Is there any other way you can send them a message?"
Yuugi crinkled his brows. "Never mind. I'll figure something out. You probably should go back with the others. You have a very calming atmosphere about you and they need someone to ease the tension a little." he smiled at the werewolf fondly.
"I try," joked Remus lightly, "I'll talk to Dumbledore about your situation next time I see him."
Yuugi was alone again. With Yami, of course. He stood up and walked along the upstairs halls. He needed a room that was dark, quiet, and well out of the way. He knew that one of the members of this house had an eye that could see through walls.
When he found a suitable location, Yuugi pushed shadow magick into his phone and let it spider-web into the air around him. He couldn't keep doing this, it used too much shadow magick for too little time when he could let the wizards find some simpler way of communicating with his friends.
But until they figured something out, he would have to do this.
The phone came to life again. The shiny screen lit up and Yuugi glanced at the missed calls.
Yami must have also done a doubletake.
105 missed calls in the last two days. 300 text messages.
Anzu, Jounouchi, Honda, Otogi, and Mai had all texted and (attempted to) call him various times. They all wanted info and were offering assistance.
But he didn't want them to be put in danger because of him.
The surprising thing was not the amount of times his friends had called him. It was the fact that over 10 of those missed calls had been by a certain Seto Kaiba. 5 had been Mokuba. There were various text messages written by the CEO that made little sense.
'What is the meaning of this, Motou? Is this some kind of joke. Send those fools out of my house!'
At first he thought he meant Jounouchi and Anzu and Honda, but the next message said:
'You know I don't believe in that magick bullshit. Give me one good reason I shouldn't hunt you down for sending so-called 'wizards' after me.'
Yuugi's eyes widened.
The last text message of the lot said: 'Contact me. Tell those maniacs you went off with that I need to speak with their leader. There is no way that I'm having Mokuba taken away from me again.'
Yuugi slowly released the shadow magick from the phone and room.
/the Priest always gets involved, no matter how much he attempts to avoid it./
Yuugi didn't correct the Pharaoh for calling Kaiba the Priest this time. He didn't bother. He was walking quickly towards Ryou's room.
/We need to talk to Marik and Ryou. Marik can't keep using the necklace. It doesn't merge with him properly./
/Kaiba must be contacted again and a meeting must be arranged between him and Albus Dumbledore./
/I don't think that worked out so well last time./
He was standing outside Ryou's room now. He tapped lightly on the door.
*It's me.*
*Come in.*
Marik was sitting beside Ryou, who was greyish in the face and breathing heavily. His hair was sweaty and wild. His eyes were unnaturally bright. The albino reached over Marik and grabbed the necklace without pulling it out of the Egyptian boy's grip.
Slowly, the shuddering of his body calmed and a little colour sank into his face. His grip relaxed.
Marik and Yuugi stared as Ryou curled up in Marik's lap, still touching the Millennium Necklace, and began to fall asleep.
Ryou had not touched the food Yuugi had brought up earlier. The King of Games had feared as much.
*What happened?*
*He started having a fit. I don't know why he isn't getting better. I mean, his soul is still damaged from Bakura's exile, and he has been through immense stress, but he really ought to be getting better physically.*
*The Necklace seemed to calm him down.*
*Yes. That's very odd.*
*Perhaps it merges with him well. Ryou was always interesting in seeing the future.*
*Hm. What did you come here for. Any news?*
Yuugi told him about the messages from Kaiba.
*Doesn't sound like he was attacked, just uneasy. I wonder who they are, though. Surely not anyone from here. Dumbledore would have sent word if it he had something to do with this.*
*You never know. I still don't trust him. Remus Lupin, I trust vaguely, but I wouldn't say anyone else here. Maybe the woman - Mrs. Weasley. Rishid has gotten the clans together. They have to follow his orders for now. Ishizu is following a lead to Russia.*
*Russia? Wow.*
There was a short silence. Yami spoke through Yuugi: *We need to find a way to get in contact with the Priest. If he joins us, our magick will be multiplied tenfold. Together we are all far stronger.*
Marik looked at him dubiously. *Kaiba doesn't even believe in magick. How do expect him to be able to do any of that stuff.*
A sly, unYuugi-like look crept over the young boy's face.
*I'll duel him into submission.*
So? REVIEW please and I'll update.
Who else thought Harry was a wobbly ball of angst in the fifth booK? I mean, poor boy, but I liked him better in books three and four.
Marik's father carved into his back, his mother died in childbirth, and he went through so much trauma that his mind created a monsterous friend (who later killed his father and forced the rest of his family, including himself into submission) to keep him company. Kinda makes living with the Dursleys look like Disney moments.
Yami Marik: I AM NOT MONSTEROUS. Monsters have nightmares of ME!
Marik: I don't like Harry. Yuugi's a hero, that boy's just a dick.
Yuugi: Marik, don't be mean. He's probably gone through a lot...
Yami: Marik is also stressed, Yuugi. Let all things piece together in time.
Ryou: Why am I so ill from touching a stick? I don't understand. I was fine in that other chapter...
Bakura: Because you're a wimp and are allergic to any sort of danger.
Jounouchi: MY NAME WAS MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER!
Mai, Anzu, Honda, Otogi *lift eyebrows*
Kaiba brothers: Hn.
(anyone notice the panda references from Yugioh abridged?) :D
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