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Ok, so last chapter, I asked everyone to give me info about them, and I would pick one to put in the story. I got two really good ones, and so I'm using them both. World, meet Hilary, and Iki. Also, I totally forgot to put Malik in this story, so I'm doing that too. Iki also gave a correct guess as to what was in the fire. So, let's continue the fic! *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*
"Damn, what the hell are you?" Asked Bakura, looking at the little thing. It was small, had really big ears, and looked like it was wearing a piece of cloth even a beggar wouldn't touch.
"Dobby!" Bakura saw Harry run over to the elf and look him over.
"Dobby, why did you come here?" He asked.
"Wait a sec, I'm VERY confused. For one who the hell is Dobby? And two, WHAT the hell is Dobby?" Asked Seto, who looked slightly afraid of the little thing.
"Dobby is a house elf, sir. Dobby came to check on Harry Potter and his friends." Said the elf, looking a little intimidated also by the very tall Seto.
"It's you kids! You haven't been here a week, and this basements seen a group of freaks, a Thestral, a really bug guy who couldn't fight to save his life, and now a HOUSE ELF!" Yelled Bakura, who scared everyone in the room.
"Don't get all upset, Bakura. It's not like he's coming to ruin your precious house." Said Seto, with a smirk.
"I'd shut up if I were you." Bakura seemed pissed. Real pissed.
"Someone's PMSing!" Said Seto, laughing. Big mistake. Bakura marched over to where he was standing, looking REAL pissed, and grabbed the scruff on Seto's shirt, and gave it to him. Hard. Bakura punched Seto in the jaw, and then in the right eye. Then everyone climbed over everything to pull the two apart. After that, Bakura was staring daggers at Seto, and was hyperventilating. Seto had a dislocated jaw, and a black eye. Dobby was huddled in a corner of the room.
"Damn, Bakura! I'd never thought you would do it! Go Bakura!" Yelled Jounouchi, who had been unusually quiet. Seto stood up, and you could tell his jaw was in bad shape. One half was in place; the other half was about an inch below where it should be. He felt his bad side, winced, and used the palm of his hand to pop it back into place. There was a sickening crunch, and everyone in the room winced. Bakura was heaving, and then passed out from hyperventilation. Ryou was in a corner with Yugi, and ran over to Bakura to make sure he was ok.
Just then, the doorbell rang, and there was pounding on the door. Everyone panicked, because Bakura was the one who should answer it, but he was out cold. Eventually, Ryou did it.
"Hey, we need help! A car out here hit someone!! HELP!!!!" Someone was yelling real loud outside. Everyone went to the door with Ryou, and he opened it. Outside, were standing two girls, holding a limp, uh, something. They immediately dragged it into the house, and popped it in the floor. The ones who knew him knew who he was instantly.
"Malik!" Yelled the YGO cast, looking at the very limp, very wet Sennen Rod owner on the floor. (a/n I know, real bad description, dun flame me ^-^) He had a huge gash on his head, and it looked like the Rod was in his belt loop, but got torn out, because it was broken.
"So, who the hell are you?" Asked someone from the back of the crowd. Everyone turned to see who had spoken. None other than a very woozy, but clearly awake Bakura.
"I said, who the hell are you?" He said again, clearly still pissed. He was staring mostly at the one with green hair. She was a taller woman, who wore a pair of jeans, white tank top, and green overcoat, all of which were really soaked.
"My name is of no concern to you." Said she, staring the exact same daggers back at Bakura.
"It is when this is my house, and you're in it." Bakura was real pissed now. Like the night he had been called a Thestral.
"Fine, if you must know, my name is Iki." Iki said very plainly, but Bakura looked satisfied, and went to the other girl, who looked slightly younger.
"And who are you?" Asked Seto, who got a swift kick in the ass from Bakura. She was wearing denim shorts, a tank top, and a white sweater hanging from her waste. It was clear that she was dressed for a sunny day, but also got caught in the rain.
"I'm Hilary. Nice to meet you all." Hilary said, with a bright smile on her face. Bakura noticed that Yami and Seto were staring at her with an "I want one of those" looks.
"You seem to know who this boy is, who is he?" Asked Iki, showing clear contempt towards Bakura.
"I'll be happy to tell you, right after you tell me why the fuck you're being so bitchy."(I dun think I have used "Bitchy" at all in my stories!) Now Bakura was smiling, because he thought he outsmarted Iki. Thought.
"Maybe I'm being bitchy because I want to know who this is." She said, in a cool voice, making Bakura all the madder. But even though he didn't want to admit it, he was outsmarted. How do you diss something that was thrown back in your own face?
"Yeah, I know him. His name's Malik, but we all call him Mouse. Why is that, Shizuka?"
"I don't know, I just thought it was a good idea." Said the authoress, a little stumped.
"Mouse, huh. I think it's cute. I think- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WEARING?" Yelled Hilary, who got a look at Bakura's leather garb. Bakura looked at his suit, and got real mad. Real mad.
"IT'S CALLED LEATHER, YOU TWIT!" He yelled, unable to hold his rage any longer.
"I know what leather is, but I can't believe you would actually have the nerve to wear a dead animal on your body. I wouldn't do it if you paid me." She said rather coolly. Bakura's usually very pale face was now red as a cherry. He couldn't believe this. About a week ago, he let eight strange kids take up residence in his home, followed by all his friends, a really big guy with a black horse that ate meat, and now a pair of girls and Mouse. Let's see.. He counted on his fingers.
"Damn! 22 people are in this friggen house!" He yelled, unable to contain his sense of being real cramped, and being cramped made him irritable. He was heaving again, ready to pass out.
"Bakura, give me my wand, and I can make this house bigger!" Yelled Hermione, who saw Bakura's distress. Hermione was also getting real mad. She didn't like being cramped either. Everyone was standing there, watching the two newcomers, and finally, Bakura ran upstairs, and returned with Hermione's wand. Hermione then proceeded to make the house about ten times bigger on the inside, than what it looked on the outside.
"Whew, that's better, now we all have separate rooms." It was true; she had made the house with 20 extra rooms, each with a bed, dresser, closet and television.
"Alright, we all need to calm down. The only way to do that is to do something recreational." Said Hermione, a little too matter of factly. She started walking into the kitchen, and the others followed. The kitchen led straight into the dining room, which was about the size of a ballroom. The dining table was huge, and covered with things that looked like they were for a craft project.
"Here we go. Now, after everyone picks a room, you want to make sure that it is YOUR room, so we're gonna make signs to put on the doors." She held up three little signs, about three inches by eight, with wire to hang from a nail, which were at the end of the table. They were made of wood.
"Now, you all. Decorate these with the stuff here on the table. And you're not going anywhere until you're done." Hermione had taken control of the house, and now she had control of everyone in it. She waved her wand, and the exits from the room were sealed off by what looked like sheets of glass. Now they were trapped there. She then placed the wand into Bakura's outstretched hand, knowing full well he didn't know how to get out of the room using it. Everyone gathered around the table, grabbed a sign, and started.
"Damn, I can't believe this house was taken control over by the youngest girl here. Of course, we can't count Ryou." Said Bakura, and Ryou walked over to him, and thwacked him one on the head with a blank board. Ryou suddenly realized he had done something wrong.
"Why you little worm!" Yelled Bakura, grabbing something off the table, and flinging it at Ryou. Ryou threw his hands over his face, and felt the thing hit him, and sort of explode. When he opened his eyes, he realized he was covered in red tempera paint. He looked shocked at the fact his hair was covered in PAINT.
"Hey, tomb robber, look here!" Yelled Yami. Bakura looked at Yami, who had a bottle of Elmer's glue aimed like a gun, and he squirted it all over Bakura. After that, everyone picked up any kind of projectile they could, and started flinging it at someone else.
"Take that, Pharaoh!" Yelled Bakura, as he started tossing toothpicks at Yami. Most of them got caught in his hair.
"You'll get what's coming to you, you, uh, Bakura, was it?" Yelled Hilary, who was covered in black paint and a few strands of lace. She picked up a paintbrush, and started using it as a catapult to cover the glue ridden Bakura with little fuzzy, multi colored balls.
"You'll never catch me, Potter!" Yelled Malfoy, who had hit Harry in the face with a wad of semi dried glue, and now Harry was chasing him with the little nylon bands, flinging them at him. Everyone was fighting for about an hour, and when everyone was done, they were all paint, glue, lace, fuzzy ball, and nylon band ridden. What the hell were they going to do now, seeing as there were only two showers, and the paint and glue would surely never come out of anything dried. *~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~* I know, the ending really sucks, but I had a really hard time with this chapter. If you have any ideas about how to get everyone clean, please R&R and tell me.