Notes: Thanks to all my reviewers! (The full list is posted below) Ok, this is a short chapter, just warning you. School just picked up again this week and without a two-hour delay as well, so I'm very sleep-deprived and cranky, and also I have writer's block again. *kicks writer's block out the window, but it just comes back to haunt me* Stupid thing won't go away. This is probably the shortest chapter I will EVER write but hey, it's writer's block. I just wanted to post this thing before I got all obsessed with the revising and the grammar and the spelling and all that editing stuff and then it would NEVER get up! Please don't criticize the shortness…
Thanks to Silver Angel, Rosz of the Angel, Amy, Alaena Flamestar Dragon, Serenia, Bulan-chan, Computer, mike, Penny: Angel of Darkest Dreams, and AngelsKitten for reviewing my fanfic! 23 reviews? I feel loved…*sniffles*
~*~Special thanks goes out to Serenia and Rosz of the Angel for supplying me with information about Malik!~*~ ^_^ THANK YOU SO MUCH! (Hmm, I went for the professional angle this time…I don't think I did that on purpose…)
Hmm, no specific responses this chapter either, maybe next time! ^_^ On with Chapter 4!
New Author's Notes: Right. Took out all mentions of Mai and Tea and made other people say their lines. Not many changes here, but edited some of what Yami said and I think overall the chapter is better now…
Chapter 4
Meeting Up With the Gang
"RYOU!" a chorus of voices yelled.
It was just who he had expected, Yugi, Yami, and Joey.
"What are you guys doing here?" he asked them happily.
~~Argh! Pharaoh! No! Must get away!~~ Bakura was ranting inside Ryou's head.
//Idiot tomb robber, if he tries anything I swear-// Yami was babbling inside Yugi's head.
"Um…Hogwarts?" Yugi offered, trying to ignore all of his yami's rants about how everything would go wrong now that the tomb robber was there.
Ryou nodded. "Same here!"
Joey put on an expression of disbelief at the term 'Hogwarts'.
"You know, I don't really believe all this magic stuff," Joey said. "I mean, yes, the Millennium Items were one thing, but…so much magic in one world is kind of…unnerving. I need to see an example of it before I'll believe it."
"Joey, you're sitting in an ice cream shop, eating ice cream at a table across what happens to look like a hag, and you don't think magic exists?" Yami snapped.
Joey was taken aback. "Whoa, touchy today aren't you, Yami?" But he left him alone after that.
Harry and Ron stared cluelessly at the almost-identical twins with the spiky, tri-colored hair. Ron was shocked speechless but Harry ventured, "Um…"
Yami turned to stare at Harry. He gulped. This guy had to have the meanest stare ever, well, Snape's was worse, but he loathed Gryffindors, and this guy wasn't even trying. Harry shivered. It was like the guy was looking into your soul or something.
"Yes?" he asked patiently, completely overruling the point of the stare.
"Are…are you two brothers?" Harry managed to stammer out, pointing at Yugi.
Yami shrugged. "I guess so." He turned away and suddenly became very interested in the shop across the street, which wasn't really all that interesting. There were a few strange displays in the window, but he had probably already taken a look at them when they arrived at the ice cream parlor in the first place.
I guess so? He doesn't know if they're brothers??? Harry thought, exasperated.
"How do you get your hair like that?" Ron finally blurted. "Did you put a spell on it or something?"
Yami regarded him as well, turning around from looking at the shop. "It's natural," he said simply, and then turned back around again.
"Not so talkative, huh," Ron said quietly to Harry, who subtly nodded.
Why do I get the feeling he works for Voldemort?
Who's Voldemort? Harry must've jumped about ten feet into the air because everybody stared at him like he was from Mars or something, but Yami simply turned his head away again and ignored him.
Something is not right about him… "Er, what's his name?" Harry muttered to Ryou, gesturing towards Yami.
"His name's Yami," Ryou said, confused. Harry nodded.
"Hey, uh, Yami, can I talk to you for a second?"
Yami's expression changed from impatient to annoyed and rather frustrated, but he nodded.
They went to a corner of the parlor. "Explain," Harry demanded.
"There isn't anything to explain!" Yami hissed. "Explain what? Why I'm here?"
"Then how did you read my mind- and talk in my mind- if you don't work for Voldemort?" Actually, none of the Death Eaters Harry knew could read minds and talk in other people's minds. But that hinted that Voldemort had made a few new recruits lately…
Yami sighed. "That…is a long story. But who's Voldemort?" he insisted.
Harry frowned. Voldemort liked recruits that were on his side, who had dark powers, and who worshipped him no matter what it came down to. If Voldemort really had recruited this kid, how come he didn't even know about him? Yami could just be acting, but he sure didn't seem like it.
"How old are you?" Harry asked.
"17," Yami said briefly, his gaze sliding away again.
"I get the feeling you're not telling me something," Harry said accusingly.
"There's nothing more to me then what you see!" Yami yelled, attracting the eyes of practically every person in the parlor.
"Hey, that gives me an idea…"
Yami crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Harry again, that deep, penetrating stare. "What?"
"I'm not a certified wizard, so I can't cast a spell on you to make you tell me the truth. But me being Harry Potter and all, anybody in this store would be willing to do one for me." Harry grinned slightly. "All I need to do is ask." He sort of expected Yami to look surprised at the name, but he just groaned and cursed under his breath.
"Ok, ok! I've been on the earth for a millennia, but I like to consider myself seventeen years old like my friends." Yami started to walk back, but Harry stopped him.
"How's that possible?"
Yami shrugged and made his way back to the crowd, and this time Harry didn't stop him, even though his brain was demanding that he answer some questions.
/Yami? Something wrong? I get the feeling you're uncomfortable…/
//Fine, aibou.//
/You're not./
//Yes, I AM! Leave me alone!//
/Yami?/
But by this time Yami had stalked out of the parlor, muttering things about nosy kids and wizardry.
Harry watched him go. Apparently, he wasn't all he claimed to be. He'd have to make Yami confess sometime. The millennia story was kind of hard to believe, so he decided that Yami had once again been lying.
Dead wrong, as it happened, but Harry didn't know that yet.
All of a sudden, he also remembered something from a translation key in his textbook that he had read in History of Magic…something that he couldn't quite put his finger on anymore…and it probably wasn't worth asking anybody else, they'd all been asleep, including Hermione. Harry snickered at the thought of Hermione, the smartest kid in probably the whole school, sleeping during class.
He tried to think of it for a while longer, but all he could think of were the words 'shadow' and 'darkness'. All those times that he had wished that that Japanese translation book was in the trash, he had had it, even though he didn't want it to be there. And now when he wanted to look up a word, it was locked up securely in his trunk at the Weasleys' house.
Darkness…was that what Yami's name meant? Why would he be named that?
And if he wasn't a normal teenager, then…
Who was he? Or, more like, what was he?
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Hmm…once again, sorry for the shortness! Eek, I think I'm going to lose all my reviewers with this one little short chappie…*sniffles* Please make me happy and review! Please?
Yami: I suggest Yugi's puppy-dog eyes.
DarkMagicianGirl: Hmm, you know, Yami, that might just work! THANK YOU SO MUCH! *glomps Yami who blushes furiously*
Yami: I'll, er…get him for you. YUGI!
*Yugi enters the room*
Yugi: Yeah?
DarkMagicianGirl: Please use your famous puppy-dog eyes on the reviewers to make them REVIEW even though this chapter is so short and lame!!!
Yugi: You know…Kisaru said, "Your best critic is yourself" or something like that. If you think it's not that lame but still is a bit, people will think it's okay. If you think it's awesome, well…I guess people will bow down before your great fanfic or something like that…*shrugs* That's what she said at least…
DarkMagicianGirl: *rolls eyeballs* I don't really care about her quotes…
Yugi: But ok, on with the puppy-dog eyes… *uses his godly puppy-dog eyes on all the reviewers everywhere to make them REVIEW!!!*
DarkMagicianGirl: *faints from the cuteness of it all* EEP!
Yugi: o_0 What did I do? She TOLD me to do it!
Everybody else: *shrugs*