Jaazi: I love and adore all of my reviewers! Your comments make me all happy inside, they cheer me up when I've had a particularly crappy day at school or at home! (bounces around giggling like mad) Just thought you should know!
KK: (watches Jaazi worriedly) Er, that, uh, shout-out goes to Sarah Costa, Hikari Skysong, Hathors-Favorite, Happiness's Deceit, SilverShadowFire, HappyDevil, Inuyasha's Plaything, Miko 102, Feral Glass Walker, Lady Samurai, Kibethan, Uber Rei, AtsushiChan, Shinigami, Slave of Darkness, SeithrKairy, Daikaio, Jisen Meizuki, Hikari's DS, Dartz Loyal Servant.
Hathors-Favorite: DJ: Freshman? MWAHAHA! I surpass thee, for hikari and I have become SOPHMORES! Now, I get to torture all those beneath me, granted, they're not much, but it's more than last year! BWAHAHA!
Jaazi: (pulls DJ away by the ear) Like I'd LET you near the upcoming freshman anyway!
Feral Glass Walker: Lucky you, you actually HAVE Latin classes! My school doesn't give them, and I'd sooo like to learn Latin! Thankfully, InferiorBeing was nice enough to help me with the Latin translation!
Shinigami: I'm not sure yet if there IS a way to cage Illyria, Arcane, Mallos, and Rafe. As for the question about Zhira and her Light Kira's death, you'll see why in this chapter.
Dartz' Loyal Servant: I couldn't really think up of anyone else to split them up. Besides, her obsession with friendship would be the perfect cover-up for an evil Dark/Light separator person, right?
Disclaimer: In a world where dirt is orange, grass is purple, and the sky is green, then MAYBE I'd own Yugioh and Harry Potter (looks outside window) Nope, sky's still blue…damn. Oh well, at least I still own Kira and Zhira, that's something, right?…RIGHT?
Previously
"Memoriolae celatur
Dolor obscurar
Me permitte videre,sentire, et audire
Memoriae hos mortales timeant" she chanted forcefully, voice filled with power and command.
Their auras flared brightly for one last second and then all went black.
Chapter Fourteen: Memories Unhidden
Slowly, six boys blinked their eyes opened. They were surrounding by darkness.
"AHH! I'M BLIND!" yelped Marik. The boys around him rolled their eyes. Malik smacked him over the head.
"No, you haven't gone blind…idiot." a voice said. Professor Zhira appeared out of the blackness, having been perfectly blended in because of her black clothing. The boys stood up and looked around at their surroundings. There was nothing, absolutely nothing at all anywhere. The place they were in was endless. There didn't seem to be any walls anywhere, just an endless stretch of black. Their voices, when they spoke, gave off a slight echo. All in all, a highly eerie place.
"W-where are we?" Yugi stuttered.
"Everywhere. Nowhere. Honestly, I don't know, the closest thing that it can be called is Memory Lane." Professor Zhira answered. Suddenly, in the pitch-black darkness, many flickering squares of light appeared in rows stacked upon rows of them. They assembled on either side of the group, leaving a strip of darkness between them, effectively creating a pathway or "Lane". The lights resembled many smallish television screens. They were continuously flickering several different images, too fast to actually see the images clearly. They cast a pale glow upon the people present.
"Merlin…what the bloody hell are these?" Yami asked, astounded. Professor Zhira sighed irritably and rubbed her temples.
"This is Memory Lane. The squares of light that keep changing images are what I like to call Memory Screens. All and any memories can be found here. We're here to find your lost memories. Such as the deaths of your parents or when your parents abandoned you, also when and how you were separated from your other halves. We can also find the memory of why you lost or 'forgot' your memories in the first place," Zhira stated monotonously. The boys blinked.
"The hell am I going to let you see my memories!" Bakura spat angrily, "It's a little thing called privacy, ever heard of it?"
"Bakura…it's for our own good. And I'm sure that the professor won't use any of it against us," Ryou said softly, trying to calm his Dark.
"Mariku is with Bakura on this. Mariku does not want creepy professor-lady in his mind!" Marik whined. Malik sighed.
"I know, Mariku. But we have to do this." Malik murmured softly.
"Well, if she gets to see our memories, I want to see some of hers too!" Yami growled.
"Yami, that's very unfair! Besides, we NEED this and I'm sure the professor has better things to do than show us her memories," Yugi reasoned.
"If you boys are done bickering, we might want to get started," Zhira said and walked down the path the square lights or 'Memory Screens' had made. The others followed her, not wanting to get left behind in the foreign place. Zhira stopped and looked toward the screens of memories. She began to list off phrases.
"Darks and Lights; Forcibly Forgotten; Bakura and Ryou; Marik and Malik; Yami and Yugi."(1) she listed.
Row upon rows of screens began zipping forward at an incredible speed (A/N: Think the Matrix, when Neo was in that weird white place and stuff just came whooshing out of nowhere. Only here it's black and they're memories!). Some of the memory screens stopped in front of them. Although there were less memory screens than last time, there still must have been hundreds of hundreds left, instead of the billions of billions from before.
"We'll see how the Darks were abandoned by their parents first," Zhira stated.
"We want to see yours too," Yami said angrily. Zhira gazed at him, expression unreadable.
Zhira ignored him as she walked up to a few screens. She reached out and pressed one of them, as if it was a button. The screen enlarged. No, that wasn't right, the screen encompassed them until it was like they were actually inside of the memory.
They were in front of an adobe, one-story house, it seemed to be about midday. A man and women with tanned skin and dark hair were standing on the doorstep. They were watching a boy with short, spiky white hair, who was standing in their front yard, watching and taking in his surroundings. The boy's eyes were an eerie red color. The boy was watching the two adults.
The adults looked rather unnerved. Their son was odd, not just in appearance but in his personality, too. Their son had hard, cold calculating eyes. Never once had their boy showed an ounce of emotion, never once had the boy smiled, laughed, cried or yell out in rage. The boy looked about seven years of age.
"Kura, come here," the man said coldly. The boy looked up at his father and did as he was told. Just then a priestly looking man stepped out of the house. The priest-man looked the boy over.
"Tell me again what his…symptoms are," the priest man said.
"Not only does he look strange, but he had an older sister too, he saw her get murdered. He showed no emotion at all, no tears or fear or anger. He just stared at his sister's dead body. He turned to us and said 'She's dead, she should get buried soon before she starts to rot in the heat of the sun. It would be unhealthy if that happens' and just like that he turned around and went home! If that's not unnatural, then I don't know what is!" the father said
"He's not normal, I don't want him near me. He doesn't feel. He's a demon! Heartless and cold," the mother said with ill concealed horror.
"You're right. I've inspected everything about him. He's not human. You said he spoke with jackals and other such animals?" "Leave him, he's a cursed demon and he must not be around us or he will curse us too," the priest-man replied.
"I could've sworn I've seen his skin literally crawl and change also! He had fur! And once he even had fangs!" the mother nearly screeched.
"Leave him, he's a cursed demon and he must not be around us or he will curse us too," the priest-man replied.
The boy watched this all with cunning eyes. He understood that his parents did not want him. He understood the false accusations that the priest-man was aiming at him. He also understood that if he stayed, he would most likely get persecuted. So, the boy did what common sense told him to do.
"If you wanted me gone, you could have just said so," the boy said before he turned and fled into the desert. A few jackals came in front of the adults, allowing the boy some more time to flee.
As abruptly as they were sucked into the memory, they were spat back out. Ryou had tears in his eyes and he turned to hug his Dark. Yami, Marik, and Zhira stared at Bakura, not with sympathy, but with comprehension. Bakura wrapped his arms around his Light.
"Don't cry Ryou. My parents didn't want me, but it never hurt me to know that. I didn't have any feelings back then. I'm okay with this. Besides, they were very religious people. They were afraid of demons or anything else that might be against there religion, it's not their fault." Bakura stated. Ryou sniffled and nodded.
By then Zhira had pressed another one of the screens and they were soon swallowed up into another memory.
This time, they were in a bedroom. The bedroom walls were bare, the furniture in it, plain. There was nothing in it to imply who the person occupying it might be or their personality. A twin size bed in the middle of the room, had a small boy lying in it. Although the sun was just beginning to set, the shadows in the room were far too large to be normal. The boy was staring at the ceiling, paying close attention to the conversation going on outside the room.
"I don't trust him. I know he's our son, but he's unnatural. Where the hell did he get that spiked red and black hair? With the blonde lightning-bolts of hair streaking it?" a man's voice was heard.
"His eyes…they scare me. His eyes are red like blood, but worse…They're so empty. The way he looks at everything, like he's studying it because he has nothing better to do. He doesn't play with any of the other children, he hardly ever talks." a women's voice replied. One assumes that these two are the boy's parents.
"Is it just me, or does it always get darker when he's nearby. More shadows…it gets colder too" the man women shuddered.
"That's why we're leaving honey. We can't stay with this…this…can he even be considered a child? Have you got your things? Good. Let's go now, before he awakes."
The boy listened to retreating footsteps. He did not move until he heard the click of the front door closing. Once he was sure his parents had left he got up. The sun had set completely now. He opened his window and hopped out. He landed on the ground safely. The shadows around him grew larger and surrounded him, as if trying to hide him from any potential danger. He ran out into the open desert as night grew darker, his shadows enshrouding. The breeze that would've picked up the sand and possibly blind him, died down.
Yami was tackled to the ground by a very upset Yugi. Yugi was practically sobbing. Yami smiled at his little Light.
"How could they do that to you? Their own son!" Yugi cried.
"There, there. Don't waste your tears because of that. I don't mind. They were very superstitious and anything they didn't understand was immediately classified as evil. They were scared, they did what they thought was best and no one can blame them for that," Yami comforted. Yugi didn't look very convinced but nodded at his Dark.
"Do I really want to see this?" Malik asked his Dark and Zhira, his voice a tad bit shaky. Marik replied by wrapping his arms around the waist of his Light. Zhira merely pressed another memory screen. Once again, they dived into a memory.
A boy with spiky blonde hair and reddish violet eyes sat in a tree branch watching the children and their parents playing below. His parents had brought him here so that he could make friends. Why they thought he would even bother to do this, he did not know. His hands lit aflame.
He watched the flames lick his hands and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Slowly the flames gathered into his palm and formed a ball. He began to make the fireball shift into different shapes and sizes, testing his limits. His concentration was broken when he heard the voices of his parents. They were directly beneath the branches of the tree he was in.
"Do you see him anywhere?" the mother asked.
"No. Good riddance. That boy is insane. He's heartless too." the father spat.
"Our son is strange…his obsession with fire is not normal for a boy his age. It scares me, the way he always concentrates on fires so much. So quiet too. Never speaks to anybody unless spoken to first. Half the time, it's like he's not even there." the mother said, fear lacing her voice.
"We should leave him here. We don't need a pyromaniac around home." the father scowled. He grabbed his wife's hand and stormed off, leaving the boy in the tree to stare after them. The boy shrugged. It was obvious they didn't want him, there would be no point to follow them and bother them. He had much better things to do. The boy jumped off the tree and walked off. He threw the fireball at the tree, setting it afire. This would serve as a distraction as he ran off. He, too, fled to the desert, where no 'normal' people would bother him.
Malik's eyes had widened considerably. He turned to look a Marik. Marik was looking at the now normal sized memory screen, he cackled a bit at the site of the burning tree.
"Mariku?" Marik tore his eyes away from the memory and looked at his Light. He gathered Malik into his arms and nuzzled his face into Malik's hair.
"Mariku is alright, Malik-pretty. Mariku did not feel bad when parents left him. As long as Malik-pretty stays with Mariku, Mariku will be happy," Marik told his Light, cheerfully. Malik sniffled a bit, but giggled at Marik's comment.
"I won't leave you, Mariku. I promise I won't."
Professor Zhira cleared her throat to get everyone's attention.
"We've seen why there were no parents around when you first met your Darks. Next, we'll watch the death of your parents and sister, in Malik's case," she stated.
"How did you--" Malik started.
"I know everything, that's how. Now, quit wasting time and watch." Zhira glared at them.
"Hey! What about you? You're a Dark, we should be allowed to see what happened with you!" Bakura growled. Zhira just shrugged.
"My parents didn't like me. Professor Dumbledore found out about my genius. They struck a deal and I was sent to Hogwarts never to see them again. The end. Now, if you don't mind, we've got business to attend to." she immediately walked up to another memory screen before anyone could protest. Only this time, she pressed three different screens at the same time. (A/N: I will refer to Malik's father as Ishtal from now on)
It was morning and Mrs. Shiozu was trying to comfort his son who had just awoken from a bad dream. The poor boy was scared out of his wits.
"Mommy! It was so scary! These two men with masks came into our house and hurt you! You were screaming, daddy was too!" the boy sobbed.
"Ryou, don't cry sweetie. It was just a bad dream, besides remember what I told you to do whenever you got scared or are in danger? You do your little magic trick and disappear, okay? That way, even if we get hurt, you'll be okay. Promise me that, Ryou."
"I promise mommy."
Downstairs, Mr. Shiozu was greeting a couple of guests.
Lucius Malfoy and Ishtal were walking into a simple, modest house. Ishtal knew the owners of the house. Mr. and Mrs. Shiozu were good friends with Ishtal. Or so they thought. Lucius slipped on his Death Eater mask and let Ishtal do most of the talking.
"Oh, hey Ishtal what are you--?" Mr. Shiozu was cut off by Ishtal.
"We wanted to see your boy, so cut the small talk and show us to him," Ishtal growled. They shoved their way into the house. Mrs. Shiozu came out to see what the commotion was about.
"Hello there, you're husband isn't cooperating with us. Maybe you would?" Ishtal sneered, "Show me where your boy is and I might decide to not kill you two."
"Ishtal! What's…you, I thought you were…"
"Your friend? Don't make me laugh! Don't make me Crucio you. Just hand over the boy."
Said boy was standing at the entrance of the living room. His mommy had said that it was only a bad dream! But the bad man with the mask was here and so was that mean Ishtal! He promised his mommy to do his magic trick if anything bad happened, so he did. He curled up into a corner and disappeared.
"Like hell! There's no way I'm telling where Ryou is!" Mr. Shiozo said defiantly.
Ishtal just smirked and looked at him as if to say "very well, you asked for it". The air was punctured by the screams of Mr. and Mrs. Shiozo. Lucius had expected this and placed a silencing charm around the house. Ryou watched as his parents were tortured to death. Their bodies limp on the floor.
"That was a pointless waste of time," Ishtar said in a bored tone.
"Yes it was. You go fetch your son and I'll go find this brat," Lucius said.
This memory faded away as a new one replaced it.
Malik was talking frantically to his sister. He was panicking. He had just heard the pained screams of his beloved big sister and the sinister voice of his father.
"And I heard him hurt you! I did! The voices in my head said so!" Malik said.
"Malik, little brother, I can take care of my self. Don't worry about me. Now get into bed, it's getting late." Isis mock scolded. Malik complied. A little later, someone barged into their home. There was shouting and arguing between Isis and Ishtal. Isis told Malik to run away as she fought off his father.
"ISIS!" Ishtal roared and stormed into the room, "Tell me where your brother is now!" Ishtal pulled out a wand. Isis did the same.
"I will not let you hurt him!" she cried. She shot a look at the window where Malik was peeking through. She mouthed the word 'run' and run he did. But not before he heard the words "Avada Kedavra" and saw his dear big sister fall limply to the ground.
Malik's father searched the room and found that Malik was nowhere to be found. He cursed profusely. He blew up quite a bit of furniture too, just for the hell of it. He then walked out of the house and disappeared.
This scene soon melted away. Then another scene took its place.
A small child with tri-colored hair and wide amethyst eyes, brimmed with tears, watched his parents worriedly.
"Mommy! Someone bad's coming! He feels weird…scary and mean, but he feels worried and sad too! We got to leave, please!" Yugi cried frantically. His mother wrapped him up in a hug.
"Don't cry, sweetie. Mummy's here. You know Daddy and I would never let anyone hurt you," she murmured softly.
"But, he wants to hurt you and Daddy!"
"Daddy and I can take care of ourselves, don't worry. But if anything ever happens, you have to run away and keep yourself safe, am I understood?" she said sternly, nothing was more important than the safety of her child. Yugi nodded sadly.
Outside of the house, two men were arguing. One of them was near hysterics, while the other watched with cold indifference. The hysterical one was Ishtal and the indifferent one was Lucius.
"First, you lost the Shiozus' brat and then you lost your own son? You truly are pathetic," Lucius said coldly. Ishtal glared, but was to cowardly to say anything about it.
"Understand that if we lose this brat too, you lose your life along with it!" Lucius sneered. Ishtal gulped in fear but nodded in agreement, after all, no one messed with a Malfoy.
Lucius pulled on his Death Eater mask once again as he and Ishtal barged into the house, not even bothering to knock. Mr. Motou looked up, shocked. He recognized the Death Eater masks immediately. He glanced back at Mrs. Motou who had been comforting their son in the living room.
"Hello, Motou. I thought I'd drop by and visit with my good friend here. Now, just hand over your son and we'll leave without a word." Ishtal sneered. Lucius, who had his face hidden from Mr. and Mrs. Motou, watched Yugi with cold, hard eyes. Yugi edged away in fear.
"Shut up Ishtal and kill them already. The Dark Lord wants the boy as quickly as possible," Lucius ordered. Ishtal raised his wand and muttered the Killing Curse.
In a jet of green light, Mr. and Mrs. Motou fell to the ground, eyes glazed over. Yugi gasped and rushed over to his dead parents crying. He kept shaking them, trying to wake them up without success.
"Wake up. Mommy…Daddy…it's not naptime yet," Yugi sobbed. Lucius and Ishtal pounced on the boy, each grabbing hold of one arm. Yugi looked up at them angrily.
"NO!" he shouted. The two men doubled over in pain. Their hearts feeling as if it were being torn to shreds.
Lucius felt extreme guilt, worry, sadness, and loss. He thought he would go insane if it lasted any longer. Ishtal was overcome by greed, hatred, and lust for power, emotions so intense it would've driven him insane if it went on any longer. By the time the painful emotions subsided, Yugi was long gone. Lucius cursed under his breath, glaring at Ishtal.
"Idiot! Why didn't you tell me he was an empath?" he snarled. Before Ishtal could answer, Lucius raised his wand.
"The Dark Lord has no room for incompetent fools like you. Good bye Ishtal," Lucius spat. The last thing Ishtal saw was a blinding flash of green light and then he was dead.
The three little Lights' eyes were overflowing with tears. How could they have forgotten this? The deaths of people they had loved with their entire hearts. They sobbed into the comforting arms of their Darks. Zhira waited until their sobs subsided. Zhira then walked up to them and cleared her throat.
"Done? Good. Do you boys remember how you were separated from each other? I didn't think so. If anyone wanted to use your powerful magic for their own needs, they'd need you to be able to have some control over your magic. Therefore, they would not want you remembering that you have met each other, thus, keeping most of your magic under control. Let's see here," she walked up to one of the screens, inspected it and pressed it down.
They were inside a cave-like place. Six little boys were playing together happily. At a casual glance, one would probably assume they were twins. Upon closer inspection one could see their differences. The three smaller boys were giggling happily at the tricks the three other boys were doing.
Marik was sculpting a ball of fire into a beautiful rose of flame for Malik. Yami was weaving threads of shadows and clouds together making a blanket of soft, warm, darkness for his little Yugi. Bakura made Ryou two different bracelets, one of snakeskin with fangs adorning it and one with hawk's feathers and adorned with talons.
Marik had also put his rose of flame inside a small glass globe, about the size of a large marble. He threaded a leather cord through it, creating a necklace.
"See, Yugi? This blanket can keep you warm and if you're ever in danger, it can hide you in shadows. The shadows and clouds are my friends and when they see this shadow blanket that I made you, both clouds and shadows will come and protect you," Yami said as he wrapped the shadow blanket around Yugi's shoulders. Yugi giggled and cuddled into the blanket.
"The fire flower will protect you, Malik-pretty. It will flare up and blind whoever corners you, giving you time to run away or hit 'em in the face!" Marik said as he tied the necklace around Malik's neck. Malik fingered the warm marbled and beamed at Marik.
"The snake bracelet and hawk bracelet are very special. They will turn into animals when you are in danger and they will protect you. The snake will paralyze them, and the hawk will poke their eyes out," Bakura cackled. Ryou gave him a worried look, at which Bakura rolled his eyes at, "Okay, maybe not, but they will distract them long enough for you to escape!" he corrected as he wrapped the two bracelets around Ryou's wrists.
The three Lights squealed and glomped their Darks "THANK YOU!" they said happily.
"How adorable," a cold voice drawled. The six boys whirled around. The Darks instinctively placed themselves between their Lights and the intruders.
A man with a mask on and strange robes approached them. Through the mask's eye-slits, cold gray eyes peered at them. Blonde hair was barely noticeable beneath the man's hood.
"Who are you?" Yami snapped. Marik glared at them while Bakura let out a menacing growl.
"I'm your new caretaker. Come with me boys. We were supposed to prevent you from meeting each other, but a blundering idiot ruined that plan. He's gone, though. You have no choice but come with me," he explained. The Darks made no move towards them. Lucius glared at them. Simultaneously, the Darks turned to their Lights.
"Hide," they whispered. The Lights looked at them tearfully, but did as they were told. Ryou went invisible and Yugi and Malik hid in the shadow blanket. The three of them squeezed their eyes shut fearfully.
Bakura the wolf pup snarled and attacked the nearest Death Eater. Yami's shadows grew larger and mini whirlwinds sprung up spontaneously. Marik's flames sprouted from his hands as he shot fire-bolts at the invaders. If they were taking out, they wouldn't be taking down without a fight.
Suffice to say, most of the Death Eaters they never went within three feet of them again. Lucius 'stupefy'-ied them, like any man with an ounce of intelligence would have done. Unfortunately, most of the Death Eaters somehow were born without common sense, and therefore came out with several injures due to rampaging whirlwinds, angry wolf pups, and fire-bolts.
They were so preoccupied with the Darks, they never noticed that the Lights disappeared. Lucius and his fellow Death Eaters grabbed the unconscious boys and Apparated out of there. The Lights came out of hiding.
"Th-they're gone…" Yugi whimpered.
"We're alone again," Ryou said quietly.
"We should-a helped 'em," Malik muttered angrily.
They sat huddled together, scared and alone. A couple hours later, two men and two little girls came into the cave. One of the men Yugi recognized.
"Grandpa!" Yugi leapt into the old man's arms sobbing, "They took them away! Mommy and Daddy…a-and Yami…the scary men in masks took them away."
The old man held his grandson. He, Yugi's parents, Ryou's parents, and Isis and Ishtal were good friends. All of them had been in Egypt at a dig site, since they were all archaeologists. Malik and Ryou considered him his grandpa too. They both ran to Grandpa and cried their hearts out to him. Grandpa looked at the other man, pleadingly.
"I may not be a wizard, Dumbledore, but even I know that these children are suffering more pain than anyone can handle, much less someone their age. They need magical assistance," Grandpa said. Dumbledore smiled at him, a twinkle sparkled in his eyes. One of the little girls spoke up then.
"Headmaster, I don't like that twinkle. What have you got planned?" the girl said.
"Zhira, could you and Kira help these boys out? Just a few blocks in their mind?" Dumbledore asked. Zhira snorted.
"Figures, that a wise old geezer would ask a couple of nine-year-olds to do magic for him. Besides, I've got a previous appointment to attend to. Someone named…Malfoy. I couldn't help these boys even if I wanted to, that's more Kira's thing." with that, Zhira disappeared in a crackle of electric energy.
The other girl giggled and walked up to the three boys, "Hi there. I'm Kira, Professor Dumbledore wants me to help you. I'll make the pain go away," she turned to Dumbledore, "I don't like this. It's not right."
Kira leaned over and touched their foreheads. The boys' eyes glazed over and the sadness disappeared. While in their daze, Kira took away the bracelets, necklace, and blanket and gave them to Dumbledore and Grandpa. The boys blinked owlishly. By then Dumbledore and Kira disappeared.
"Grandpa, why are we in a cave?" Yugi asked.
"Yeah, lets go home, I'm hungry," Malik whined.
"And sleepy," yawned Ryou.
Grandpa chuckled sadly and led them out of the cave, and towards the town.
"You!" shouted Bakura lividly, "Why the hell did you have to meet Lucius?"
"He wanted to know how to create mind blocks. I showed him how, I did not know he would use them on you. Although, that does explain why it was easy for me to break them and why they broke the Lights' mind blocks too. The magicks between me and…my Light are connected," Zhira shrugged, "I didn't even know my Light blocked your Lights' memories."
"You're a terrible Dark," Yami spat angrily. Zhira didn't even flinch.
"I know."
Marik muttered a couple of words quietly and a few more memory screens appeared. He leaned over a few and pressed them down. Zhira's eyes widened when she saw the memories.
A mini Zhira, about eight, sat at the Slytherin table with a large, old, dusty looking book. Her food on the plate didn't look as if it had been touched. Dumbledore rose up and quieted everyone down.
"We have a new student. She's rather young, but I'm sure you'll make her feel welcomed. She will now be sorted into her house. Kira? You can step up to the hat now."
Kira put the hat on and after a minute or so, the hat sorted her into Gryffindor. The students at the Gryffindor cheered. She blushed and looked around. Her silvery blue eyes landed on Zhira. She giggled and walked over to the Slytherin table, much to everyone's surprise.
"Hi, I'm Kira. What's your name?"
"Get lost," Zhira growled, Kira made her feel odd, she didn't like it. Kira looked hurt but sat down next to her. Zhira pushed her off and she landed with a thud.
"Ow. That wasn't very nice."
"You're supposed to sit over there, with the Gryffindors. This is the Slytherin table! We're supposed to not like each other. I don't understand why though, it's pointless."
A few Slytherins surrounded Kira who was still on the floor. They glared at her.
"My, my, a wandering lion cub fell into the pit of snakes. What should we do with it?" cackled one of them. Zhira growled as she saw another one push Kira around. Said person got literally shocked by a bolt of electricity.
"You are not allowed to touch her. If you do, I'll be forced to hurt you, physically and mentally. I promise it'll be very painful," Zhira threatened, despite her age and size the others cowered under her intense gaze. Kira giggled and hugged Zhira who pushed her off.
"Rule One: Hands off. You're okay, just don't get all cuddly."
"Does this mean we're friends?" Kira asked hopefully. Zhira shrugged.
"I guess so."
"You'll never leave me, will you?"
"Not likely."
The scene abruptly changed.
Zhira and Kira were in a house with a spectacular view of the ocean. Outside it seemed peaceful. Inside was a different story. Zhira loomed over Kira, glaring. Kira looked just as angry, her eyes filled with tears.
"I don't want you to go with her! I don't trust her! She's an evil, deceptive, manipulative wench!" Zhira growled.
"Why are you so over protective? Don't you think I'm smart enough to take care of myself? She's right! You just want to keep me to yourself and not let me have any friends!" Kira cried. Zhira looked shocked.
"She's twisted your way thinking. Don't you trust me, Kira? I would never do something to hurt you!"
"Why don't you leave me alone! I don't need you near me!" Kira cried. Zhira was hurt deeply. Kira clamped her hands over her mouth when she realized what she said. "Zh-Zhira, I didn't-"
"Fine! You don't need me? Alone! You'll be alone! Run off with that wench! I don't care, you'll NEVER see me again!" Zhira shouted angrily. Kira whimpered.
"I didn't mean it…I-" Kira sobbed. Zhira's glared at her coldly and disappeared in a bolt of lightning. Kira left the empty building to meet up with her friend that Zhira disapproved of so strongly.
This memory melted away replaced with another one.
Zhira was wandering the streets when she doubled over in pain. She gasped and teleported herself in a bolt of lightning. She reappeared in front of a body. Kira's body. Sobs could be heard in the background. Zhira walked up to the body calmly and nudged it with her boot. Her voice hollow and empty of emotion.
"She's not here…Kira's not here…stupid useless carcass is empty…Kira's gone," (2)she mumbled to herself. Her voice cracked and a single tear dropped from her eye, "That wench," she whirled around to attack the sobbing person behind her. But before anyone could get a good look at the sobbing person…
The memory stopped abruptly. Zhira had Marik pinned to the ground, her eyes ablaze with undiluted rage. She rammed punches at him, while Marik fought her off.
"HOW DARE YOU! You idiot! NEVER DO THAT AGAIN! EVER! OUR memories are not to be invaded! We lost our Light, if we wished to share what is ours, we would have!" Zhira/Illyria cried. Just as suddenly as her attack of rage was, it left, taking along with it, Illyria.
"Do not do that again. I need to be able to control my emotions to be able to control my Dark magic self, Illyria. The only emotion I have left is anger, and Illyria feeds on that as a vampire feeds on blood." she stated, voice monotone.
Yugi checked this to be sure. When he probed her with his magic, he felt nothing. Yugi was terrified, he had never felt nothing before. It was something awful, there was no happiness, no sadness, no pain, just…nothing, not even the will to live, the strive to become better. The only thing left was a raw-hot anger, and even that was being smothered by the best of Zhira's ability.
"Zhira, we're…sorry," Yami murmured, picking up Marik from the ground. Zhira ignored him, closed her eyes murmured some words.
Again, the six boys and Zhira had to pick themselves up from the floor. Only this time, they were back in Zhira's classroom.
"Today's lesson is complete. Try to manipulate your magicks to do other things. I want the Lights to try to do what their fellow Lights can do. Ryou, attempt to hear others' thoughts, it's similar to Seeing their memories. Malik try to feel others' emotions and Yugi try Seeing. Just try to get the feel of your fellow Lights' gifts. Same to the Darks. Just try it out, it'll make you stronger. Get out, leave me alone." she ordered.
Once outside of her classroom, the Darks and Lights glanced at each other. The Lights abruptly threw themselves at their Darks, hugging the living daylights out of them.
"Y-Yugi! I-I like breathing!" gasped Yami.
"Mariku needs…air…now!" Marik choked out.
"Ryou…you're cutting of my circulation," Bakura said as calmly as possible, which was pretty calm considering he had lost feeling of his arms..
"We're sorry!" Malik said. The three of them leapt off of their Darks.
"That was interesting…Memory Lane, didn't know it actually existed," Yami murmured. Marik nodded in agreement, while rubbing some of the bruises he had gotten from their professor.
"We learned plenty of new things about ourselves…" Ryou said.
"Like Zhira-professor hits real hard," Marik whined. He stopped his whining when Malik-pretty cuddled up to him to make him feel better. It worked too!
"No," growled Bakura, "like that people can mess with your minds without you even noticing!" he was a bit peeved that he was manipulated like that.
"It was for our safety. Something tells me we would've suffered a lot more, knowing that we lost our loved ones, our other halves," Yugi said softly.
Everyone was silent, mulling this statement. They had a nagging suspicion that the consequences of being separated and knowing it would've been much more severe than what they had been through.
TBC
(1) The Memory Lane thing kind of works like a search engine. Just say a few key words or phrases and you get the search results.
(2) What Zhira means is that Kira's spirit or aura was gone, so technically Kira isn't there, only her body was. The only way a spirit leaves the body or its aura disappears is if the body died…or so Zhira thinks.
Jaazi: O.o Wow, 23 pages long! I hope you understood this chapter, I tried to make it rather informative.
DJ: All the memory stuff made me dizzy.
KK: That was a lot of memory stuff…
Jaazi: Next chapter, I'll have the adventure that Draco, Blaise and Pansy have to go through to get the journal-thing that has the Dark/Light info, and I'll have the Golden Trio researching in the library. I'll see if I can put some HPDM fluff!
KK: She won't do that if you don't review, though.
DJ: Translation: REVIEW NOW!