(lilo: hi! I'll have to go back to school in a week! Nooooooooooooooo! I don't want to! *breaks down and cries* anyways. Here is the next chapter, and I am hoping to be able to update every week, no more gaps like three weeks in between the chapters, I promise! So, now it is Dudley-torture-time! Oh, and Kami Anya, wow, I never new that it was actually 'Mariku'' and not 'Marikue' ! hmmm, but I think that I will keep Mariku as marikue cuz u know in Inuyasha, there is this guy who's name is 'Miroku' and I get confused *.* lol, but as for the story, I will be typing "mariku' from now on! As for my 'disclaimer', I will keep Marikue cuz I kinda got used to it so peace!
Marikue: Lilo doesn't own Harry Potter or Yu-Gi-Oh! ^______________^)
~Revenge is Sweet~
Silence filled the room as Harry kept gaping at Marik who shifted uncomfortable under Harry's intense gaze.
"Damn!" Marik swore under his breath, wishing Mariku would burn in shadow ream or hell.
"So, basically, you made yourself famous while we were left in the background?" Bakura's raspy voice could be heard coming from the stairs where he apparently stood.
"You aren't helping!" Marik barked back at now smirking Bakura.
"So it was you?" Harry asked again not believeing what he saw or heard a minute or so ago.
"Yes" Yami put his two cents in, earning a death glare from Marik.
"Look kid, I am sorry bu.." he never got to finish his sentence because Harry suddenly sprang to his feet.
"This is so COOL!" he exclaimed, not sure of why he was doing it. All of his instincts were telling him to run, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to outrun the three. Besides, a voice in his mind was cracking up evilly as a wild thought passed through Harry's mind. 'Aunt would give anything to meet a criminal whom she has been talking about for so long and now that she will get the chance, she won't be able to do a single thing about it!"
"What?" Marik, Yami and Bakura said in union, their jaws hitting the plush carpet of the living room. From all of the possible reactions that they have thought of, this was the one that definitely wasn't on their long list of possibilities.
Grabbing Marik's hand, Harry shook it vigorously. "This is the best thing that had ever happened to me in almost my whole entire life!" he exclaimed. After letting go of Marik's hand, Harry began to return to his normal cold state slowly.
"What do you mean?" Marik asked, totally awestruck. He did NOT expect this "How can meeting a boss of the criminal organization be the best thing in your life?"
"Simple!" Harry said cheerfully, plopping back to the couch next to Marik. Everybody I the room looked at Harry as if he was a mental case.
"Care to explain?" Yami asked from the floor, unsure if the boy before him was mentally stable, but then again, how can he call somebody unstable if he had a split personality himself? Well, sort of split.
"Well," Harry began and smiled at their shocked faces. They didn't expect this, he mentally smirked. "You see, I live with my aunt and uncle who you have met." At that their faces turned into smirks.
"Who can forget that?" Bakura asked in amusement as he sat down onto the floor next to Yami, drying his wet hair with blow drier.
"I don't think that they would fit through our door even if they would have a truck pushing them from the back" Yami remarked, remembering their little 'encounter' and Dudley getting a chair square in the face.
"Well, they are hard to forget. Anyways, you, Marik are a very famous criminal! My aunt and uncle would give everything to turn you in. I can't believe that they didn't realize that it was you in the first place. I mean, you can't blame me, I only heard of your name, sorta, but I haven't seen any of your photos." Harry said in a rush.
"So?" Yami said, raising an eyebrow. He didn't want his friend to be turned in.
"Well, we could come to my house and have a little fun! I mean, they would be scared for their lives!" at that. Harry chuckled evilly.
"And what makes you think that they won't turn us in?" Marik asked suspiciously, as if reading Yami's thoughts while Bakura grinned like an idiot. By the look on his face you could clearly tell that he liked the idea already.
"Oh, don't worry, I can blow them up any time and besides, don't make it sound like you can't do magic on your own that can not be detected. From the descriptions of the things that you, Marik, have done I could easily figure out that you were a wizard, but I always wondered how they didn't frame you yet, and I am talking about the Ministry of Magic. I mean, if they didn't then you are not underage to do wizardry outside of school. Seeing as you are, I guess that you found a way to concentrate your energy so that you would not require a wand, which I can do. You must be very powerfully for I am the only one, plus or minus Voldemort, who have this kind of trick up their sleeve, so come on! We can have so much fun over at my place!" Harry stood up at that, looking at the other three eagerly.
Yami, Bakura and Marik could do nothing but just stand there, staring at Harry as if he had grown a horn on his head and was now turning into a unicorn. In a second, they summoned just a tiny bit of shadow realm and if you would stare at the corners of the room under a very strong microscope, you would be able to notice little black void.
"The kid is good" Yami said, blocking a screaming Yugi from his mind.
"What should we do?" Marik asked, in a little shaky tone.
"Go with the flow, have the kid think we are just like him and believe what he believes. Beside, I am all for torturing his cousin" Bakura stated smugly.
"Grr, fine, but why his cousin?" Yami inquired.
"Hush, talk later, the kid is staring at us" Marik snapped and the black void in the corners disappeared.
Harry stared at the three, for they just stood there with that blank look on their faces and it freaked him out, just a tiny bit. "Guys?" he said quietly. "If you don't want to then forget about that idea but I won't tell anyone about you, I promise." He said as tiny bead of sweat was ran down his face not because he was nerves or anything but practically because Bakura's blow drier was pointed at his face and Harry was getting blasts of hot air blown towards his direction. Not a good thing.
"No way! How about your cousin????????" Bakura asked, turning the blow drier off.
"Even better" Harry said with a smirk, now silently thanking the god that he didn't have a blow drier to deal with anymore. After a brief pause and an uncomfortable silence, Marik turned in the direction of the stairs that were lead to the second floor of the house and began approaching them.
"Where are you going?" Yami asked curiously. Not knowing it, he voiced Harry's thoughts.
"Well, they only saw me on TV and therefore I gotta get my robes on." Marik said with a smirk.
"oh, should I wear by battle city outfit as well?" Yami asked.
"You were in The Battle City Tournament?" Harry asked in amazement.
"I won Battle City" Yami said with a shrug. "and Bakura here, he was one of the finalists but I defeated him because of, uh, some circumstances that occurred but he was a tough one. Marik and I had a final battle and when he had 1 life point left, he 'gave up' sorta, but I don' want to go into that because it brings other, bad, memories" Yami finished, following Marik upstairs and leaving Bakura along with Harry to stand in the middle of the living room.
"You guys are kidding!" Harry exclaimed. He heard a lot about them on the TV last year, they were pretty famous. He even heard about Marik! How didn't they realize that it was the same guy? Well, he did look a bit different and more 'sane'. To think, the finalist's name was Yugi Motou but didn't they same that that was Yami's name?
"No, we are serious. We kick everybody's ass." Bakura said smugly.
"Didn't Yami win three million from some tournament before that?" Harry asked in awe.
"yup" Bakura replied simply. At that, Harry's jaw almost hit the ground.
"wow, I am talking with celebrities." Harry said, awestruck.
"wait until you meet Kaiba. He is something to be afraid of. His monthly income is something like a billion. He was the one who organized the whole Battle City affair. He has cool cards in his possession but Yami kicks his ass every time." Bakura said as if it was boring to him.
"You know The Seto Kaiba?????:" now Harry was shocked. Kaiba was the second richest in the world. But the difference was only a couple of billions or so Harry had heard. He also knew almost the whole entire bio on him because Hermione was quiet obsessed with that guy.
"Ya, we kick his ass." Marik suddenly said from upstairs. Glancing in Marik's direction, Harry's jaw now hit the ground for sure. There, before him, stood the leader of GHOULS, the one who every muggle feared, even some weaker wizards did. But, he, Harry stood with him in the same living room talking like they knew each other for quiet some time. Marik wore a purple robe with a golden chain on his hood. There was also a chain on his chest and on his forehead he wore something like a head band with the 'eye' on it though Harry wasn't sure what it meant. Behind him stood the King of Games, Yugi Motou, with his chains and black sleeveless shirt. He wore a blue leather jacket and there was a big chain on his neck connected to a golden pyramid. All in all, the both of them looked thrilling. Like one big gang that everybody should fear.
"Kaiba is coming to London with his girlfriend, Serenity in two weeks or something." Yami said with a mused tone. "Joey was furious when Kaiba asked Serenity out." He added.
"But he agreed nonetheless" Bakura shot back.
"He did" Marik said, remembering how Kaiba had Joey in a head lock and wouldn't let go until he approved his sister's choice, who was crying in her room. It was quiet a show, but to live, Joey agreed.
"Wow" Harry breathed out. This was too much for him to take in one day. To think, if the people from Muggle families heard that he, Harry Potter, was friends with the boss/insane/maniac/professional killer and also knew the king of games, they would faint on the spot and the ones who are from the wizard's families would challenge Marik the instant. Daily Prophet even wrote an article about Marik's deeds. As for Seto Kaiba, he even heard his uncle say something about him. Even Bakura was spoken of. Harry would never even dream about meeting the five of them.
"Enough staring, we have a job to do and a plan to make!" Marik said sadistically.
"What plan?" Harry asked cautiously. "no killing" he added warily.
"no, no killing, but we have to produce a perfect plan of how to scare them" Marik said with a chuckle. When Harry saw him in those robes, it was like he was seeing a totally different person. A much meaner character.
"Well?" Marik said, looking at Yami expectantly.
"All right, here is the plan!" Yami said after a very brief hesitation.
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Harry barged into his aunt and uncle's kitchen while his family was having a late breakfast with a smudge look on his face.
"Yo, is it all right eith you if I'll bring a few buddies of mine here?" Harry asked innocently, opening a fridge to get some Pepsi.
"Oh no you don't boy! I don't want any of your freak friends in this house with their cursed magic. You do that in that damn school but not here!" Uncle Vernon snarled.
"Weirdos are people that you hang around with and …." His aunt trialed off when there was a big bang followed by some glass shattering followed by very, very earsplitting curses.
"Marik, damn it, stop destroying my temporary home you bastard!" Harry yelled from the kitchen. His aunt and uncle's faces turned to purple. This was exactly what Harry, Marik, Yami and Bakura had wanted.
"you. Brought. Your. Freaky. Friends. Into. Our. House.?????'" Uncle Vernon could hardly spit those words out. However, Harry and the others expected this kind of reaction and it was all but fun and playing along.
"They approved!" Harry yelled from the kitchen and he then plopped down onto the couch.
"Coming" another raspy voice said, making Aunt Petunia's and Uncle Vernon's blood freeze. The voice was menacing and scary. After the coming everything quieted down and no movements could be heard.
"Marik! Stop raiding the cupboard! There is nothing but my old broomstick in there!" Harry yelled from his position o the couch.
"Damn you! I wanna try to fly this stupid thing!" Marik's reply came but it sounded different. Not the usually tone that Harry heard from Marik but a bloodthirsty one. It was almost scary for even the young wizard while is aunt, uncle and cousin were in complete shock.
"Yami! Drag him in here before he kills my bird!" Harry yelled again when something like hoots of an owl could be heard. Harry's aunt and uncle were too shocked to do anything for they believed what Harry had said. Actually, the 'hooting' sounds were made by Bakura who currently tired to keep a strait face in the hallway. Marik choose this moment to walk in.
Silence.
Silence.
Gasp.
Harry looked at his aunt, uncle and cousin and almost burst out laughing right there and then. Instead, he turned his wide smile towards Marik who was glaring at his relatives.
"What took you so long" he asked, all the while observing a very purple uncle Vernon, a very pale Aunt Petunia and a green Dudley. Uncle Vernon was so purple that he looked like a badly burned purple reddish with mustache, and aunt Petunia looked as if someone spilled flour onto her face and hands. Dudley threw up his food.
"such manners" Marik mused rudely.
"Nah" Harry waved his hand around as if it was nothing. "try and make yourself at home." He added as the other two entered the kitchen and wrinkled their noses.
"No manners indeed" yami snapped.
"we used to kill somebody who behaved like that" Bakura said with a glint of something in his cold eyes as he pulled out a dagger, at sight of which Aunt Petunia fainted.
Marik laughed roughly before tearing the fridge's door off its hinges and flanging it at the window. He then slowly examined the contents of the fridge while the door which he threw shattered the living room window, sending little pieces of glass everywhere but thankflully no one was hurt. Uncle Vernon still stared at the spot where Marik stood a couple of minutes ago, completely oblivious to the fact that his wife fainted, his son was throwing up or the fact that Marik already joined Harry on the couch with five bottles of beer which he put down on the coffee table in front of the TV and was watching Bakura slowly approach Dudley who was now squeaking like a three year old girl. When the dagger reached Dudley's neck, Harry decided that it was time to stop Bakura because now Dudleys reached the stage of everlasting shock or comma.
"leave the pig alone" he said and sunk into the couch to keep himself from releasing a giggle at the look on Dudley's face after being called a 'pig'
"whatever" Bakura said, then lowered himself so that he was on the eyelevel with Dudley. "Until next time" he said it so quietly that it was barely above a whisper and tuned to join Harry along with Marik who were sipping their beers slowly.
"Yami, come on!" Harry said when he noticed Yami starring at his uncle. This wasn't a part of their plan so what was Yami up to now? Harry mentally asked himself.
During all that Yami was staring/glaring at uncle Vernon who was still looking at the spot Marik stood in. Then, Yami started to slowly approach the purple mass of flesh and amusement played in his cold eyes. His other three friends stared at him when he reached uncle Vernon and lowered himself almost identically to Bakura's way with Dudley and then, he simply blew onto uncle Vernon's forehead and they all watched in amusement as uncle Vernon fell backwards along with his chair but did nothing to change his position. It was like he was frozen, lost in time and there was nothing to snap him out of his little trance. Even the fall that caused some of the oh-so-well stacked plated to fall from their shelves, reach the floor and shatter into million pieces.
They could do nothing but laugh. Hard. Yami stood there with his eyes cold and emotionless but there was something in them, something like a mild amusement. A couple of other items fell from their shelves to the floor and shattered as four teenagers burst into an uncontrollable hysterics. Banging their fists on the floor or onto anything they could get their hands on. Yami just stood there, looking at them with an amused smile upon his lips.
(Lilo: mysterious Yami! ^___________^ man, I am tired! Anyways, I gotta go through all the stuff that I have learned last year because I am about to go to school! Don't think i am a dork or something cuz I am not, I just like to be at the top of all of my classes!
Marikue: yaya, go on and babble about how great you are
Lilo: *major sweat drop* I am not!
Marikue: surrrrrreeeeeeeee. Anyways, read and review! A bit of Dudley dancing will be in the next chapter! )