*Staring horrified and open mouthed at the wall*
Bakura: Don't mind her; she just realized as her little brother watched "Pokemon: The First Movie" that the pharaoh shares his dub voice with that of the giant mutant kangaroo mouse of a pokemon Mewtwo. So, since she's currently in shock... I'm in charge of the A/N! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *stares around at the readers* You all suck! Go away, stop reading! WE HATE YOU!!
*A large rock falls from the sky, narrowly missing Bakura*
Bakura: O____O;; *cough, cough* Anyway, Enasni will probably kill me if I don't do this, so... Today the reviewers get... uh... *looks around the room* Whatever they want... out of Enasni's trash! Hmm... let's see... *pears into trashcan* You can choose from... uh... unraveled yarn, yellow thread, two-year-old homework, random pieces of broken plastic, a few of Enasni's brother's action figures, a paper on DNA identification that girl had for God-knows-why, a couple lame pokemon cards, a mechanical pencil without lead, a note from the library, one of those annoying "Don't Miss an Issue" pieces of paper you get out of Shonen Jump with a picture of pharaoh no baka on it... and... uh... WHAT THE?! *stares at trashcan* A BEWD CARD?!! Why'd she throw THAT away?! *shoves it into his pocket* MINE! Anyway... this would have been up yesterday, but Enasni's brother stole all her cards and she spent a long time chasing him around and searching through his cards trying to get them back... I think she stole of his too... If I was the pharaoh I'd probably rant about how she disgraced the hear of the cards, but being a thief myself... Good job! *pats Enasni on the back*
*slightly dazed* He was my favorite character... evil 4kids... YAMI!
Not your Average Muggles
Chapter 4 - Malik Ishtar
"Okay, I'll take this bed, George can have this bed, and Harry and Dad can have the beds in the other room," Fred directed. "Ron can sleep in the sleeping bag."
"HEY!"
"Now, now, boys," Said Mr. Weasley. "The other room is for the girls, which is just Hermione now." The younger wizards stared at him. "Yes, yes, I know. Fred, George, you'll have to share a bed. Ron and Harry can have the other bed, and I'LL take the sleeping bag. It'll give me a better view of those plugs..."
The wizards, to the Weasley boy's horror, were not staying in the wizarding world. The Ministry had refused to pay a lot of money on "tourists" so they were stuck with two rooms (each with two double beds, a refrigerator, and a microwave, and a small TV somehow crammed into them) in muggle hotel. The Weasley were extremely confused by the electrical appliances. ("We're supposed to keep our food in THAT?" "How can a box heat things up?" and "The artist did a very good job on this painting... very realistic... but why did they mount it on a metal box?" were just a few of the comments.)
On a lighter note, the hotel promised Belgium waffles.
"Well..." Mr. Weasley gazed around the room. "I'll go fish the sleeping bag out and we can have a good night's rest!" Again, the boys stared at him. "Time difference." He added knowingly.
Harry had a very hard time getting to sleep. He kept getting up to go to the bathroom (though he didn't really need to) just to have something to do. He suspected Ron was really asleep either, because he keep tossing and turning; making noises that sounded suspiciously like "damn time difference."
On the other hand, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley somehow managed to get to sleep. Fred told Harry (after about two hours of sleep) over waffles the next morning that he and his twin had used a sleeping potion. Harry wasn't sure about Mr. Weasley, though.
"I have to go meet Seikei-kun," The balding man announced after breakfast. "You four meet us at his office at noon, Hermione should be arriving at about that time."
"What are we supposed to do four the next three and a half hours, then?" George demanded.
"Oh, I don't know," his father replied absent-mindedly. "Just go look around the city..." and with that, he wondered of to their room so that he could Disapparate in peace.
They did not spend the next three and a half hours looking around the city. Ron had discovered a video game in the lobby and Harry could not drag him away from it. There was no chance of him running out of money, either, because the old man in charge of the front desk kept giving him quarters, apparently quiet amused.
Harry might have left Ron behind. But he didn't want to go out alone and the twins had discovered the vending machines and were busy trying to steal candy bars from it. So Harry spent the morning wondering why the Ministry thought that these people could survive in the muggle world.
"Just-one-more-level." Ron muttered when Harry informed him they were ten minutes late to meeting Mr. Weasley. Harry unplugged the machine.
"HEY!" But that was the only complaint Ron made.
Between them, Harry and Ron manage to pull the twins away from the vending machine ("Kit-kat?" George offered) and out onto the street. They stared around for a moment before Ron voiced the question they had all been wondering.
"So... anyone remember how to get to the Ministry?"
A few minutes of argument passed. They finally all came to the agreement that the entrance was through a dumpster and that they had no idea where the dumpster was. George claimed that the dumpster was green with a yellow star on the top, but Harry wasn't sure of this.
At any rate, half past noon found the four boys wondering around Domino, peering into alleys.
"What about that one?" Harry asked, pointing out a dumpster that looked as though a giant rat had come through and gnawed on it. "It's green..."
"Nah," Fred replied. "It doesn't have a star. Besides, I don't think the one we came out of was that-er-broken."
Ron sighed and looked toward the cloudless sky. "Kami-sama, if you do exist, you'll give us a sign! Where is the dumpster?" There was a pause. Ron turned to Harry. "Why must my life be so difficult?"
George snorted. "Really, Ron. Why would Kami-sama look toward us? Past experiences show that the fates hate us."
Ron sighed again. "We're NEVER going to find--"
"Can I help you?"
They whirled around to see a very pale boy with snow-white that grew past his shoulders. He was wearing a white and blue striped shirt and had the most gentle and caring chocolate brown eyes Harry had ever seen.
"Gomen," the boy apologized. "Demo... I couldn't help but over hear. You're looking for something?" His voice was sweet ad soft.
"Hai," Harry answered.
"A green dumpster with a yellow star painted on the top," Fred told him. The boy raised an eyebrow.
"I dumped my little brothers cards in there," George added, patting Ron one the head (with a bit of difficulty; Ron was a lot taller than he was). "He wants them back. Don't you, ickle Ronnikins?" Ron scowled.
George had meant Exploding Snap cards, but the boy assumed he meant Duel Monster cards. "Well..." he pondered for a moment. Did he know of a green dumpster? He was never one to pay attention to such details.
//Two streets over,// a voice in the back of his head told him. It was deeper then the white haired boy's and carried a slightly harsh note to it.
//Yami...?//
//Trust me. I know these things.//
//But how?//
There was a slight snort. //Do you think I just sit in my soul room twiddling my thumbs at night?// The boy inwardly sweat dropped.
Harry waited as the boy thought. Or, so Harry assumed he was doing. His eyes were curiously blank though...
"Two streets over," The boy pointed. There was a pause in which his eyes went blank again before he added, "There should be a small alley between to shabby looking apartment buildings. It's in there with a bunch of other dumpsters."
"Arigato!" The wizards called in unison as they headed off.
//They should be addressing you, yami,// The pale boy, Ryou Bakura, informed his darker half. //You're the one who knew the way.//
Bakura gave another small snort, but made no comment. He had cooled down considerably since he had first meet his hikari, but he'd rather not be thought of as a "nice guy."
'But still...' he thought to himself, 'what did those kids REALLY want with that old dumpster?// He doubted that one of the redheads had really chucked some cards in it and there was still that one little fact he had neglected to tell his light.
There reason he had been over there; the reason he remembered where that dumpster was that he had felt a strange magical aurora coming from it.
~*~
Sure enough, the dumpster the young wizards had wanted was two streets over. They had opened it up and crawled inside, only to find they had no idea how to get from there to the Ministry. They were positive they were in the right spot, though, because as soon as they had scrambled in a mean looking old wizard had popped up and exited the dumpster.
Harry now wished they had tried harder to get him to talk to them.
"Exploding Snap, Harry?" Ron offered, producing a deck of cards from his pocket.
"Well," Said Fred raising an eyebrow, "and least now we don't have to lie."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked, confused.
"He means we didn't lie to that kid," George replied. Snatching the cards from Ron's hands he called, "FIFTY-TWO CARD PICK UP!" and threw them into the air.
It was a lot more interesting to play "fifty-two card pick up" with exploding snap cards because as you gathered the cards they self-destruct causing you to either drop them again or scorch yourself.
They gave up collecting the spontaneously combusting cards after Fred nearly blew off his fingers and returned to staring off into space wondering why the Ministry had made itself so hard to get into.
Just as Harry was beginning to wish for a hamburger then who should appear but Hermione Granger, Mr. Weasley, and Seikei Hakuseki.
"There you are!" Mr. Weasley cried. "Why didn't you come through?"
They exchanged looks and Harry said, "We didn't know how."
Mr. Weasley blinked. Twice. "You... didn't know?"
They shook their heads. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Really, now. It says so right there." She pointed to the lid of the dumpster, which was opened to let in the cool breeze out side.
Harry, Ron, Fred, and George stared at it. Quiet clearly, so that it was impossible to miss, were the words, "Knock twice to enter."
How could they have been so stupid?
"You really ought to pay more attention," Hermione told them as Seikei chuckled.
"That's a nice hello," Ron replied sarcastically. "Not even a 'how was your summer?' or a 'I can't believe they closed Hogwarts!' Sheesh..."
They went out to lunch at a place called "Burger World" after which Harry, Ron, and Hermione retreated to the hotel while Mr. Weasley and Seikei went back to the Ministry and Fred and George left to go find the "Japanese equivalent of Diagon Alley."
"You're real lucky, Hermione," Ron grumbled as he carried both her bags down the hall to their rooms. "You get a room all to yourself. And it's bigger too!" he added as she unlocked and opened the door.
Hermione strolled across the room and opened the door connecting the two rooms. "I don't think it's bigger," she said as she peered though it. "It just seems like that because yours has more stuff."
"So?" Ron huffed.
Harry sighed. He could sense one of their infamous fights starting. "C'mon guys. I want to see more of Domino than just the alleys."
Ron and Hermione glared at each other, but didn't object. They exited the room and, which Ron and Hermione still glaring at each other, trudged out into the streets. They had barely gone six feet when Hermione, to busy glaring to pay much attention, collided with someone coming in the opposite direction.
"Oh, gomen nasai!" She yelped, taking a step back from the boy she had just nearly knocked over.
"No biggy," he answered, brushing himself off. "I should have been paying more attention."
He was a tall and about their age. His was a light brown and his and he had lavender eyes, which, amazingly, were the exact same color as his shirt. But it wasn't this or the long hair golden or the insane amount of jewelry he was wearing that surprised Harry. No; it was something else. A feeling Harry got from him... Harry didn't know how to describe it. It was different... and yet... familiar.
"So," the boy interrupted his thoughts. "Are you staying here?" He japed his thumb in the direction of the hotel.
"Yeah," Ron answered. "It's a bit crowded, though..." he added in a mumble, sending Hermione a look.
"Cool," the boy grinned, "So am I. By the way, my name's Malik Ishtar."
"Harry Potter." It was such a relief to be able to introduce himself without having people stare at his forehead.
"Ron Weasley."
"Hermione Granger. How long are you staying here, Malik?"
Malik shrugged. "A year or so, but not all at this stupid hotel. We're renting an apartment, but somehow they screwed up our reservations so now we're stuck here for a couple weeks..." He made a face.
Hermione laughed. Harry couldn't why though; he felt sorry for Malik. But the Egyptian boy grinned back at her.
"How long are you staying?" Malik wanted to know.
"A month or two," Hermione answered. Malik stared at her.
"A MONTH or TWO?!"
"Yeah, well," Ron retorted, "it's being paid for."
Malik sweat dropped.
"We were expecting something... nicer," Harry explained.
"Whatever," Malik waved his hand dismissively. "How about a tour of Domino? I now the place pretty well..."
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I know this is kind of an odd place too stop, but I just wanted to update. ^_^;; Anyway, I've been reading Skyla Doragono's YGO/HP crossover and I've kinda become a Malik/Hermione fan, so... Who wants Malik/Hermione? Raise your hands and review!
Bakura: Don't mind her; she just realized as her little brother watched "Pokemon: The First Movie" that the pharaoh shares his dub voice with that of the giant mutant kangaroo mouse of a pokemon Mewtwo. So, since she's currently in shock... I'm in charge of the A/N! MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *stares around at the readers* You all suck! Go away, stop reading! WE HATE YOU!!
*A large rock falls from the sky, narrowly missing Bakura*
Bakura: O____O;; *cough, cough* Anyway, Enasni will probably kill me if I don't do this, so... Today the reviewers get... uh... *looks around the room* Whatever they want... out of Enasni's trash! Hmm... let's see... *pears into trashcan* You can choose from... uh... unraveled yarn, yellow thread, two-year-old homework, random pieces of broken plastic, a few of Enasni's brother's action figures, a paper on DNA identification that girl had for God-knows-why, a couple lame pokemon cards, a mechanical pencil without lead, a note from the library, one of those annoying "Don't Miss an Issue" pieces of paper you get out of Shonen Jump with a picture of pharaoh no baka on it... and... uh... WHAT THE?! *stares at trashcan* A BEWD CARD?!! Why'd she throw THAT away?! *shoves it into his pocket* MINE! Anyway... this would have been up yesterday, but Enasni's brother stole all her cards and she spent a long time chasing him around and searching through his cards trying to get them back... I think she stole of his too... If I was the pharaoh I'd probably rant about how she disgraced the hear of the cards, but being a thief myself... Good job! *pats Enasni on the back*
*slightly dazed* He was my favorite character... evil 4kids... YAMI!
Not your Average Muggles
Chapter 4 - Malik Ishtar
"Okay, I'll take this bed, George can have this bed, and Harry and Dad can have the beds in the other room," Fred directed. "Ron can sleep in the sleeping bag."
"HEY!"
"Now, now, boys," Said Mr. Weasley. "The other room is for the girls, which is just Hermione now." The younger wizards stared at him. "Yes, yes, I know. Fred, George, you'll have to share a bed. Ron and Harry can have the other bed, and I'LL take the sleeping bag. It'll give me a better view of those plugs..."
The wizards, to the Weasley boy's horror, were not staying in the wizarding world. The Ministry had refused to pay a lot of money on "tourists" so they were stuck with two rooms (each with two double beds, a refrigerator, and a microwave, and a small TV somehow crammed into them) in muggle hotel. The Weasley were extremely confused by the electrical appliances. ("We're supposed to keep our food in THAT?" "How can a box heat things up?" and "The artist did a very good job on this painting... very realistic... but why did they mount it on a metal box?" were just a few of the comments.)
On a lighter note, the hotel promised Belgium waffles.
"Well..." Mr. Weasley gazed around the room. "I'll go fish the sleeping bag out and we can have a good night's rest!" Again, the boys stared at him. "Time difference." He added knowingly.
Harry had a very hard time getting to sleep. He kept getting up to go to the bathroom (though he didn't really need to) just to have something to do. He suspected Ron was really asleep either, because he keep tossing and turning; making noises that sounded suspiciously like "damn time difference."
On the other hand, Fred, George, and Mr. Weasley somehow managed to get to sleep. Fred told Harry (after about two hours of sleep) over waffles the next morning that he and his twin had used a sleeping potion. Harry wasn't sure about Mr. Weasley, though.
"I have to go meet Seikei-kun," The balding man announced after breakfast. "You four meet us at his office at noon, Hermione should be arriving at about that time."
"What are we supposed to do four the next three and a half hours, then?" George demanded.
"Oh, I don't know," his father replied absent-mindedly. "Just go look around the city..." and with that, he wondered of to their room so that he could Disapparate in peace.
They did not spend the next three and a half hours looking around the city. Ron had discovered a video game in the lobby and Harry could not drag him away from it. There was no chance of him running out of money, either, because the old man in charge of the front desk kept giving him quarters, apparently quiet amused.
Harry might have left Ron behind. But he didn't want to go out alone and the twins had discovered the vending machines and were busy trying to steal candy bars from it. So Harry spent the morning wondering why the Ministry thought that these people could survive in the muggle world.
"Just-one-more-level." Ron muttered when Harry informed him they were ten minutes late to meeting Mr. Weasley. Harry unplugged the machine.
"HEY!" But that was the only complaint Ron made.
Between them, Harry and Ron manage to pull the twins away from the vending machine ("Kit-kat?" George offered) and out onto the street. They stared around for a moment before Ron voiced the question they had all been wondering.
"So... anyone remember how to get to the Ministry?"
A few minutes of argument passed. They finally all came to the agreement that the entrance was through a dumpster and that they had no idea where the dumpster was. George claimed that the dumpster was green with a yellow star on the top, but Harry wasn't sure of this.
At any rate, half past noon found the four boys wondering around Domino, peering into alleys.
"What about that one?" Harry asked, pointing out a dumpster that looked as though a giant rat had come through and gnawed on it. "It's green..."
"Nah," Fred replied. "It doesn't have a star. Besides, I don't think the one we came out of was that-er-broken."
Ron sighed and looked toward the cloudless sky. "Kami-sama, if you do exist, you'll give us a sign! Where is the dumpster?" There was a pause. Ron turned to Harry. "Why must my life be so difficult?"
George snorted. "Really, Ron. Why would Kami-sama look toward us? Past experiences show that the fates hate us."
Ron sighed again. "We're NEVER going to find--"
"Can I help you?"
They whirled around to see a very pale boy with snow-white that grew past his shoulders. He was wearing a white and blue striped shirt and had the most gentle and caring chocolate brown eyes Harry had ever seen.
"Gomen," the boy apologized. "Demo... I couldn't help but over hear. You're looking for something?" His voice was sweet ad soft.
"Hai," Harry answered.
"A green dumpster with a yellow star painted on the top," Fred told him. The boy raised an eyebrow.
"I dumped my little brothers cards in there," George added, patting Ron one the head (with a bit of difficulty; Ron was a lot taller than he was). "He wants them back. Don't you, ickle Ronnikins?" Ron scowled.
George had meant Exploding Snap cards, but the boy assumed he meant Duel Monster cards. "Well..." he pondered for a moment. Did he know of a green dumpster? He was never one to pay attention to such details.
//Two streets over,// a voice in the back of his head told him. It was deeper then the white haired boy's and carried a slightly harsh note to it.
//Yami...?//
//Trust me. I know these things.//
//But how?//
There was a slight snort. //Do you think I just sit in my soul room twiddling my thumbs at night?// The boy inwardly sweat dropped.
Harry waited as the boy thought. Or, so Harry assumed he was doing. His eyes were curiously blank though...
"Two streets over," The boy pointed. There was a pause in which his eyes went blank again before he added, "There should be a small alley between to shabby looking apartment buildings. It's in there with a bunch of other dumpsters."
"Arigato!" The wizards called in unison as they headed off.
//They should be addressing you, yami,// The pale boy, Ryou Bakura, informed his darker half. //You're the one who knew the way.//
Bakura gave another small snort, but made no comment. He had cooled down considerably since he had first meet his hikari, but he'd rather not be thought of as a "nice guy."
'But still...' he thought to himself, 'what did those kids REALLY want with that old dumpster?// He doubted that one of the redheads had really chucked some cards in it and there was still that one little fact he had neglected to tell his light.
There reason he had been over there; the reason he remembered where that dumpster was that he had felt a strange magical aurora coming from it.
~*~
Sure enough, the dumpster the young wizards had wanted was two streets over. They had opened it up and crawled inside, only to find they had no idea how to get from there to the Ministry. They were positive they were in the right spot, though, because as soon as they had scrambled in a mean looking old wizard had popped up and exited the dumpster.
Harry now wished they had tried harder to get him to talk to them.
"Exploding Snap, Harry?" Ron offered, producing a deck of cards from his pocket.
"Well," Said Fred raising an eyebrow, "and least now we don't have to lie."
"What do you mean?" Ron asked, confused.
"He means we didn't lie to that kid," George replied. Snatching the cards from Ron's hands he called, "FIFTY-TWO CARD PICK UP!" and threw them into the air.
It was a lot more interesting to play "fifty-two card pick up" with exploding snap cards because as you gathered the cards they self-destruct causing you to either drop them again or scorch yourself.
They gave up collecting the spontaneously combusting cards after Fred nearly blew off his fingers and returned to staring off into space wondering why the Ministry had made itself so hard to get into.
Just as Harry was beginning to wish for a hamburger then who should appear but Hermione Granger, Mr. Weasley, and Seikei Hakuseki.
"There you are!" Mr. Weasley cried. "Why didn't you come through?"
They exchanged looks and Harry said, "We didn't know how."
Mr. Weasley blinked. Twice. "You... didn't know?"
They shook their heads. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Really, now. It says so right there." She pointed to the lid of the dumpster, which was opened to let in the cool breeze out side.
Harry, Ron, Fred, and George stared at it. Quiet clearly, so that it was impossible to miss, were the words, "Knock twice to enter."
How could they have been so stupid?
"You really ought to pay more attention," Hermione told them as Seikei chuckled.
"That's a nice hello," Ron replied sarcastically. "Not even a 'how was your summer?' or a 'I can't believe they closed Hogwarts!' Sheesh..."
They went out to lunch at a place called "Burger World" after which Harry, Ron, and Hermione retreated to the hotel while Mr. Weasley and Seikei went back to the Ministry and Fred and George left to go find the "Japanese equivalent of Diagon Alley."
"You're real lucky, Hermione," Ron grumbled as he carried both her bags down the hall to their rooms. "You get a room all to yourself. And it's bigger too!" he added as she unlocked and opened the door.
Hermione strolled across the room and opened the door connecting the two rooms. "I don't think it's bigger," she said as she peered though it. "It just seems like that because yours has more stuff."
"So?" Ron huffed.
Harry sighed. He could sense one of their infamous fights starting. "C'mon guys. I want to see more of Domino than just the alleys."
Ron and Hermione glared at each other, but didn't object. They exited the room and, which Ron and Hermione still glaring at each other, trudged out into the streets. They had barely gone six feet when Hermione, to busy glaring to pay much attention, collided with someone coming in the opposite direction.
"Oh, gomen nasai!" She yelped, taking a step back from the boy she had just nearly knocked over.
"No biggy," he answered, brushing himself off. "I should have been paying more attention."
He was a tall and about their age. His was a light brown and his and he had lavender eyes, which, amazingly, were the exact same color as his shirt. But it wasn't this or the long hair golden or the insane amount of jewelry he was wearing that surprised Harry. No; it was something else. A feeling Harry got from him... Harry didn't know how to describe it. It was different... and yet... familiar.
"So," the boy interrupted his thoughts. "Are you staying here?" He japed his thumb in the direction of the hotel.
"Yeah," Ron answered. "It's a bit crowded, though..." he added in a mumble, sending Hermione a look.
"Cool," the boy grinned, "So am I. By the way, my name's Malik Ishtar."
"Harry Potter." It was such a relief to be able to introduce himself without having people stare at his forehead.
"Ron Weasley."
"Hermione Granger. How long are you staying here, Malik?"
Malik shrugged. "A year or so, but not all at this stupid hotel. We're renting an apartment, but somehow they screwed up our reservations so now we're stuck here for a couple weeks..." He made a face.
Hermione laughed. Harry couldn't why though; he felt sorry for Malik. But the Egyptian boy grinned back at her.
"How long are you staying?" Malik wanted to know.
"A month or two," Hermione answered. Malik stared at her.
"A MONTH or TWO?!"
"Yeah, well," Ron retorted, "it's being paid for."
Malik sweat dropped.
"We were expecting something... nicer," Harry explained.
"Whatever," Malik waved his hand dismissively. "How about a tour of Domino? I now the place pretty well..."
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I know this is kind of an odd place too stop, but I just wanted to update. ^_^;; Anyway, I've been reading Skyla Doragono's YGO/HP crossover and I've kinda become a Malik/Hermione fan, so... Who wants Malik/Hermione? Raise your hands and review!
