Haku: -grins triumphantly- NO MORE PROCRASTINATING! No more I'll do it later! I WILL write the next chapter to this fiction!
Seto and Y. Haku: -watch-
Haku: -places hands above keyboard, grin slowly vanishes from her face and she sweatdrops.-
Seto: Writer's block?
Haku: Oh yeah.
DISCLAIMER:
Haku: Pfft... Hello? Hello? Can you hear me lawyer people? I don't own this.
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The respect of the Potions master.
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Mokuba had decided that he was beginning to like the school of Hogwarts, even if he had only been there for one day. The people he had met so far were nice, and the portraits were helpful, if he asked them if they could help him find the great hall. Except a few which had caused him to get helplessly lost in the first place. Not that he minded, the act of exploring the castle was a feat in itself, for as he walked, he grew to appreciate the age old architecture and design, and as he watched a tapestry in which some trolls were beating up an old and batty wizard happily, he smiled. Now, if only he could do something about the food, and that Hermione girl who had taken to stalking him. ((Haku: No, I do actually like Hermione, and she will have given this up by the time that Harry, Ron and her become friends.))
Speaking of which...
Tenshi let out a fierce squawk, and flew at a statue, causing the bushy haired girl to fall out from behind it in surprise. "He...hello." She commented, rather shakily, for she was in the presence of her crush and had just had his pet fly at her. "I'm lost... could you please help me find the great hall?"
Mokuba sighed. The girl had been following him ever since he left the common room that morning on his expedition. "Sorry, I'm lost too." He replied, watching her face as it went from slightly frightened to a slight pink colour. He rolled his eyes discreetly as Tenshi landed upon his head once again. The trolls had stopped their beating of the batty wizard and were watching the two in a way that resembled curiosity. Turning to the tapestry, Mokuba politely asked the Trolls, "Do you know which way to the great hall?" In reply they pointed...
Every hand in a different direction. Mokuba let out a frustrated sigh and walked off, his black hair fluttering behind him. He heard Hermione scampering to catch up, and turned to her. "Are you going to follow me continuously?" He asked her, in a way that so closely resembled his brother it was slightly scary. Tenshi lightly hit him with her tail.
He shot a look at the bird. "Do you know the way then?" He snapped, then stared in slight shock as the two toned griffin merely chirped, leapt off his head and made her way down a side passage. Mokuba blinked.
"You could have told me before!" He shot at her retreating back, before hurrying to catch up. Hermione yelped and followed, not wanting to get lost again, face still hot enough to fry an egg.
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One seething Mokuba, embarrassed Hermione and trick step later found the three at the Great Hall, Mokuba in an incredibly foul mood. Cursing the castle, and all its inhabitants, he sat down next to Harry and Ron, not even saying hello. This got his famous friend slightly worried, because Mokuba had not at all seemed this way when the boys were talking the previous night.
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"Err... Hello?" Mokuba's head snapped up from where he had been quietly crying. He was meant to be strong and tough like his big brother, and not cry over things, but some times it was so hard. Under the belief that the others would laugh if they found out that the famous Mokuba Kaiba cried over his parents, he hastily scrubbed his eyes, before replying.
"Yes?" He whispered, mentally berating himself for the slight crack in his voice as he spoke. To his left, the hangings of a four poster bed were slowly pulled open, and green eyes stared at him from the gloom, slightly fogged with sleep.
"So someone else is up. I'd wondered." The boy had said, sliding out of his bed and making his way to the water pitcher on the other side of the room. A moonbeam fell across the boy's face and messy black hair and a lightning bolt shaped scar became obvious.
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry." Mokuba had replied, staring at hands pooled in his lap, all too aware of his puffy red eyes. He let out a tired sigh.
"No, I was awake, actually." This wasn't an entire truth on the green eyed boy's part. True, he had been awoken, but it wasn't the boy's sobs, but a strange dream instead. "D'you want to talk about it?" He asked, filling up one of the glasses near the pitcher, and sipping from it slowly.
"No, I'm fine. It's just that conversation got me kind of worked up." Was the whispered reply, conscious of the sleeping bodies all around the two. He sighed.
"It sucks being famous sometimes." Harry had joked, smiling sadly though, "For something that really, just sucks." He stated bluntly in reply to Mokuba's unspoken question.
Mokuba gave a weak chuckle at the statement, and Harry seemed to realise that he'd used the same word twice. He blinked, and Mokuba gave a small smile in response to the boy confusing himself.
Harry smiled, and seated himself upon the edge of his own bed. "I suppose it's different for me and you. I never really knew my parents, so I don't know what they were like. I became famous for something that I don't remember and would rather not have happened."
Mokuba let out a dry laugh. "And you think I did know mine? My mother died in childbirth. I don't know what happened to my father, and my relatives dumped me and my brother at an orphanage and ran off with our inheritance. Gozaburo adopted us, and the rest tells itself."
Harry let out a low whistle, and was about to continue talking, when a sleepy grunt of "Would you two be quiet out there." Broke him off. He grinned at Mokuba, and for some reason, they both collapsed into silent giggles before getting back into bed with soft calls of goodnight.
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"Err... Mokuba?" The boy asked, testing the water. Having grown up in the muggle world, Harry knew of Mokuba's brother's famous temper, and hoped that that trait wasn't hereditary.
"Yes?" Mokuba snapped, placing some random foods on his plate, without even noticing what they were.
"What's wrong?"
Hermione yelped as Mokuba sent a seething glare her way and Harry came to a sudden conclusion. Mokuba Kaiba was not a morning person. Harry shook his head in disbelief as Mokuba finally looked down at his plate and yelped.
"Good food! Proper food!" Were the only words he said before he buried himself into cuisine that was obviously not British and looked somewhat oriental. Harry blinked, unsure of what he was seeing, and then blinked once again. Mokuba HAD just done what he thought he had done.
Ron stared over the top of the long and messy mop of hair that was a hungry Mokuba. "Reckon we missed something mate?" Harry nodded disbelievingly, then went back to chewing on his cereal.
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"Look! There he is!"
"I know! Who would have thought that a KAIBA would come to Hogwarts!"
"I wonder if I can get a date with his brother."
"I wonder if I can get a date with HIM!"
"Oh, and next to him, that's Harry Potter!"
"The tall kid with red hair?"
"No, the one who looks like Mokuba."
"Oh. He's hot too... Let's see if we can't get them on a double date!"
Whispered conversations hung over Harry and Mokuba like a swarm as they shuffled through the hallways, Ron sending many glum looks that none of the whispers were about him, whilst Mokuba was making choking gestures, and Harry was snickering slightly. Tenshi seemed unsure what to do, and looked torn between rapping Mokuba on the head and chasing and attacking the girls as Seto would most likely have done. In fact, the only thing that was stopping Tenshi from doing so was the fact that Seto WOULD have been doing that.
"Don't you reckon they could pass for twins?"
"Aside from the glasses and the hair you mean?"
"And the scar..."
Mokuba finally clicked as to what was going on, and turned. There, walking slowly and craftily behind them were two girls, who obviously believed that Harry and himself could not hear them. He shot them both a dirty glare, and turned once again. Surprisingly after that, the whispering stopped, and the boys continued their search for their class. Supreme pathfinder Tenshi was on the case, and surprisingly, the boys had no trouble finding their classes. It was everyone else who seemed to arrive late, and this immediately put them in good stead with a few teachers.
Unfortunately, Charms did not get off to as good a start as they had hoped, for Professor Flitwick, it turned out, was allergic to griffins, and after he broke out in hives, Tenshi retreated out of the room in disgrace, and Mokuba was placed in the teacher's bad books. It wasn't HIS fault she'd decided to land on his head as soon as she took a liking to the small man... well, at least that was what he tried to argue to a slightly angry and stern teacher. "Five points from Gryffindor Mister Kaiba."
Still pouting slightly, the three boys retreated from the class, Tenshi joyfully rejoining her master. Nothing eventful happened until one fateful class that the three boys, and Draco Malfoy would never forget.
Potions.
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The billowing robes flew behind the dark haired man as he stalked about the classroom. "Brown."
"Here."
He cleared his throat and sent her a seething glare.
"Present." She corrected herself.
"Bullstrode."
"Here."
"Granger" He sneered, daring the class to comment about the blatant favouritism he was establishing.
"Present sir."
"Kaiba."
Mokuba blinked.
"Hai."
"Excuse me?" The teacher's eyes were upon him, Along with the rest of the class, and Mokuba thought back on what he said.
"Damn. Sorry sir. I meant Present."
"I have established that mister Kaiba." Came the reply, and a dark look was shot his way, before continuing on.
"Malfoy."
"Here, Sir."
And so the role continued, in the way roles do, those only vaguely listening to their names, the teachers asking the names of those absent several times in case they were there and hadn't heard, until,
"Ahh yes, Potter... our newest... celebrity."
Next to Mokuba, Harry scowled. "Pre..."
"Tell me Potter, What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Almost immediately, Hermione's hand shot into the air. Rather interestingly, the girl had managed to secure a seat next to Mokuba, and was now trying to catch both his and the potions master's eyes, and both he and the potions master were ignoring her.
"Err... I don't know sir."
The Potions master snorted. "Indeed. Kaiba, Same question."
"Anno..." Mokuba paused for a second, racking his brains for the information. "The draught of living death?" Mokuba thought he was gripping at straws, because it didn't sound right, and he cringed as the potions master's scowl deepened.
"Correct, Mister Kaiba." Mokuba breathed a sigh of relief. "Obviously fame has not gone to your head yet (the Slytherins snickered) Now, as all of you simpletons have gathered, you are in a potions class. There is no wand waving in here, students, so I doubt that any of you will think of this as any type of magic, but I trust that the majority of you are too simple to see the powerful magic behind... Yes, mister Kaiba?"
Mokuba blinked. He had tentatively raised his hand to ask a question, but he hadn't expected to be called upon, and there was only slight malice in the teacher's voice.
"Sir, a friend of mine told me that potion making was an important part of ancient civilisations... I was wondering, were those potions magic as well?" He cringed, waiting for the teacher's catcalls to begin. He could feel Harry openly gaping at him. Harry obviously thought him toying with death. But to everyone's surprise, the potions master smiled.
"It has never been proven that such remedies did have any power more than the natural implements of the herbs and roots used within them, mister Kaiba. Whilst some may have been magical, many of the plants and animals used to make these potions have been long since extinct. Now, next time you wish to ask such a question, I suggest asking it in history of Magic, not in my class." The last sentence had a touch of bite to it, but everyone was shocked to see a tinge of respect pass through the potion master's eyes as he looked upon the young Kaiba. "As most of you will know, I am Professor Snape, and I teach potions at this school. Today, we will be taking down notes on the structure of this course only, and next week we shall start making the most simplest of potions."
"But sir, why can't we start today?" Snape looked about ready to shoot the speaker a deadly glare, until he saw who had spoken.
"Because, Malfoy, I have stated it to be so. One does not wave a wand without knowing the procedures behind it, just like one does not throw ingredients into a cauldron, stir and hope for the desired results. We shall take things one step at a time. Copy down everything on the board."
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Harry and Ron were obviously restraining themselves from cheering when the bell went to signify the end of potions. Mokuba laughed and shook his head as he followed them out of the classroom.
"Torture mate, I swear, that's what that class was designed to be." Were the first words out of Ron's mouth as they headed towards the common room.
A thoughtful expression graced the younger Kaiba's features as he caught up. "Actually, it wasn't so bad. Professor Snape might be biased, but he will be a thorough teacher."
Harry baulked. "Hold up a second there, Mokuba, did you actually say you liked Snape? As in Greasy haired teacher from hell...o Professor!" Snape had just passed them in the corridor and had raised a suspicious eyebrow at Harry. Luckily, the boy had been talking quietly, so his comments had not been heard by the 'greasy haired teacher from hell.'
Mokuba sighed. "He will be a very thorough teacher, for all his favouritism. You just have to look at what he said to Malfoy to know that."
Harry and Ron snorted. "Well, he likes you, so he doesn't insult you every chance he gets." Ron stated, matter of factly.
Mokuba smiled. "There's a big difference between liking someone and respecting them. You need only to look at the relationship my brother and Yugi Mouto share to know that. Snape respects me, that doesn't mean he likes me. Just as I respect him, but that doesn't mean I like him."
With that, the midnight haired boy turned away. Harry and Ron shared incredulous looks as they ran to catch up.
"I don't see the difference really." Ron whispered to Harry, as Tenshi chirped at them to hurry up.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I AM NOT A LANGUAGE RAPIST! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!!!! For those of you who are mad at me for using some Japanese words this chapter, now the time has come for me to defend myself. Snape calls Mokuba's name, to which, his standard, inbred response (from all the Japanese schooling) would be 'Hai', not 'Present.' Remember, Mokuba IS Japanese, not English, and would have these reactions inbred into him.
Also, 'Anno,' to my knowledge is the equivalent of 'um' (or 'err') A nonsense word. Like 'Beh' in Italian. Mokuba would naturally use this in place of 'um' without a second thought, again, it is inbred.
If you don't believe me, one of my Italian friends says 'beh' every time she needs to think of a word. DON'T HURT ME!!!!
And finally, everyone slips up occasionally, and English is young Mister Kaiba's second language, so he's entitled to the occasional slip under pressure.
Haku: -collapses- Are you happy people? I wrote seven pages with a writer's block! Seven whole freaking pages!
Seto: Yeah yeah... just get on with the review replies, okay?
REVIEW REPLIES:
Vanishingact- heheh... Took awhile, didn't it?
Mimiheart- D'aww... Thank you! -Gives you an Easter Tenshi Plushie- It's a week late, but what the hey!
toxic=^^=- I did draw the picceh, and she looks so cute and fluffy! (Which is saying something because I think my art is terrible most of the time) But unfortunately, I am unable to use the scanner at this point in time. Thus no scan, no posteh...
Y. Haku: As soon as the scanner gets fixed, however, we'll put up the link. It'll be on Haku's deviantart gallery.
Silent Angel Dark Knight- Hehe... sorry for the long wait, the next one won't be nearly as long. But anyways, thanks for the compliments.
Aura Black Chan- Interesting creative liberties, is that a good thing or not? But I thought that if Dumbledore can talk to Merpeople, he could be able to talk to griffins... or is that Barty Crouch who could talk to Merpeople... -gets out her goblet of Fire book and checks-
Saiyan Jedi - -Nods- Uh huh! And Tenshi has a very important role to play if I ever do the second year. I might not yet though...
Seto: -swears loudly as Tenshi Plushie rips his trenchcoat to pieces-
Haku: And as for the idea, I thought of it, but it's probably been done before. -shrugs- You don't have to ask me for permission if you want to use it, but seeing as you did, go ahead okeday?
C.M Aeris Queen of Insanity-
Seto: -possesive growl-
Haku: You poor thing! -Gives you a Mokuba plushie to make it better- Take on those mean old Deans! Get that deck back!
tati1- -rubs eyes and reads comment again- You think it's fantastic? -Blushes bright red.-
Y. Haku: Please refrain from praising the Authoress...
Haku: -is bouncing around the room, wearing a huge grin-
random person who forgot their password to login- Eep! Don't you hate it when that happens? Anyways, I'm glad you like Tenshi! And thanks for the kind words! -Gives you a Tenshi Plushie.-
Haku: Anyways, thanks for all the great reviews guys, sorry for the long update, and READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!