(Lilo: OoooHhh, Ron is asking to be killed … mwahahhahahaha! *laughs like a crazy freak* OoohhhHhh, and I drew a pic of Bakura from one of the scenes of this story … *grins* u can find the link in the end … but I think I messed it up a bit … *sigh* oh well, kura-chan is the best! Especially in the new Japanese Opening!!!! … this is a very evil chapter. No, I lied about this chapter containing Harry's reason for waking up so abruptly …
Marikue: *sweat drop* Lilo doesn't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Harry Potter… )
Chapter 23
Oh no…
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"Bastard" Bakura growled out as he sat down onto his bed, clenching and unclenching his left arm.
"What was that all about?" Yami sat down on the opposite bed and observed the other quite pissed yami.
"This!" Bakura thrust a card into Yami's face and the pharaoh noticed that the edge of it was slightly torn.
"Tell me," Yami tried to remain calm but Bakura knew that tone. The pharaoh was holding himself back because even the tomb robber knew that their cards had souls in them and even a small dent could make a huge difference… their lights didn't understand it and they probably never would…
"It began…
Flashback
"Ouch, the pharaoh got kicked out," Marik tried to push his laugher down as Yami and Hermione disappeared from their view.
"Wow, this is Hermione's first time," whispered Harry, his eyes still glued on the closed door. He wondered if Hermione was going to cry, laugh or have a tantrum tonight.
"There is a first time for everything, and once you try it, you just can't quit," Bakura shuffled his deck with his eyes closed. For some reason, it was calming him. The cards soothed his nerves, reminding him that he was not alone.
"Oh, you don't know Hermione." Harry shook his head disapprovingly.
"Oh, I do know her." Bakura shot back as he continued to shuffle.
"Do not," Harry retorted.
"Do too," Bakura's left eye twitched.
"Do not," Harry was visibly enjoying this.
"Pull a card," Bakura's eyes snapped open and he placed his deck next to Harry's hand.
"Wha…?" Harry was looked lost and confused.
"You pull a card, I pull a card and then the one with the best one wins the argument." Bakura explained.
"How can cards prove whether one is right or wrong?" Harry inquired.
"They just can," Marik butted in.
"So, go ahead," Bakura smiled as Harry pulled a card out of the middle of the deck.
"Looks like one of them tarot cards," Harry noted as he observed the card he just pulled out. The card looked like some fancy scale with fire.
"The Earl Of Demise," Bakura smirked as he pulled a 2000 attack points monster out.
"Flame Dancer?" Harry revealed his card to the other two. It only had 550 attack points.
"I win!" Bakura declared as he showed Harry the difference between their attack points. "This means that you don't really know her as much as you think you do."
"Are yo…" Harry didn't finish his sentence because he was interrupted. The card that he was holding, the Earl of Demise, was suddenly snatched out of his grasp by Moody.
"What is this?" Moody's magical eye observed the card closely.
"Give it back," Bakura tried to remain calm. How dare he take his card? Harry, Harry was an exception but Moody had no right to touch what was his!
"One of 'Trelawney' things…?" Moody asked and the entire class laughed.
"Give it back," Bakura repeated one more time.
"Why, do you believe in the future?" Moody tried to put his theory to the test. "If I tear it apart, will the monster come out?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. He, Moody, didn't know why but for some reason, the picture on the card that he was holding reminded him of the monsters that Voldemort summoned.
"I have no future," Bakura glared at Moody, trying to keep his anger in check, "and if you tear that card, you will die from my own hand," Bakura finished, trying to stay as calm as possible. All he had to remind himself of was that Ryou's toy collection had grown massively over the past year or so and if he added another one to it, Ryou would probably commit suicide…
"Oh, really? You think you are so strong? You are even shorter than I am and never had any experience with any magic at all. You think you can beat me?" Moody teased Bakura, pouring more oil into an already well-lit flame.
"Give the card back," Bakura repeated, trying not to look at Marik who was shooting Moody various warning signs behind Bakura's back.
"Shall I …?" Moody asked playfully and twisted his fingers a bit. In reality, Moody never intended to rip it, it just happened! He didn't want to rip it, but how was he supposed to know that the paper that the card was made of was so fragile…? Moody, later on, regretted ever getting involved in any of this.
"You…" Marik gasped, his eyes finding Bakura who remained calm, as calm as wind before the storm. With one fluid motion, the tomb robber stood up and swung his fist with all power that Ryou's body allowed him and hit Moody right in the face. The Auror didn't even realize what happened as his world turned black and a loud 'thump' could be heard as his body hit the floor a couple of meters from where he was originally standing.
"This is just the side dish," Bakura growled, most of his face hidden behind his hair as he walked up to where Moody was laying, snatched the abused card out of Moody's hands and stormed off, daring anybody to do more than look at him the wrong way. Harry ran up to Moody, pocking him with his wand to see whether the man was still alive after receiving such a blow while Bakura slammed the classroom door shut…
End Flashback
"He didn't know what he was doing, he was just testing his theory," said Yami calmly, having heard Bakura's story, "He thinks that we are somehow involved with Voldemort because of the monsters that appear."
"I don't care what he thinks, he ruined my card!" Bakura flexed his muscles, trying to relieve himself of stress that he was currently feeling.
"His sin is unforgivable and I will aid you when the time for revenge comes," Yami's calm stance was ruined when he suddenly smashed a glass of water that was standing on the nearest bedside table.
"… when time comes…" Bakura sighed and fell back onto the bed. Yami always had his way with words…
"We have greater things to worry about," Yami shook his head, as if to clear it, "We can't hesitate but we can't strike either. These wizards may prove useful to us and you know it."
"But isn't it obvious that their 'bad-guy' is using our tablets to summon the monsters?" Bakura propped his head with his hands to look at Yami directly.
"Yes but what is unclear is how this Voldemort persona acquired them," the pharaoh scratched the back of his head, "If you calm down and think all this through with a clear head, you will come up with the same conclusion. There is no need to hurry, we have all time in the world…" Yami almost, almost succeeded in calming the other spirit when suddenly, the millennium ring glowed and one of its pointers pointed at the door. Yami watched as Bakura's face suddenly became darker than the darkest night's sky and his eyes filled with true blood red as he slowly arose from where he was laying.
"I am going to kill…" he whispered it so quietly that Yami took a few milliseconds to process what he said and by the time the words sunk in, Bakura was already gone.
"He is going to kill!" Yami's eyes widened and he scrambled to his feet, desperately running after the other spirit who finally snapped.
~Five minutes earlier~
"Are you going to tell me what happened or not?" Hermione demanded as she followed Ron through a very dark hallway that she never even knew existed.
"I will, I will, let's just go where no one will be able to hear us," Ron was confidently walking on ahead, smirking ear to ear, unbeknown to Hermione.
"Why?" Hermione was getting slightly suspicious but her desire to discover what happened and why Moody was in such a state took over her common sense.
"Because what happened there isn't something to be told about in broad daylight!" explained Ron, but Hermione was still unsatisfied.
"The entire class was there, therefore the entire school will know before lunchtime," sighing desperately, she continued to follow him until they walked into a very poorly lit classroom. Actually, it didn't look like a classroom anymore, just a room that was, well, a wreck. Chairs thrown everywhere, broken tables, paint peeling off the walls and white powder covering the floor was only a small portion of the havoc that the room would soon turn into …
"True but …" Ron turned around, facing the girl as she took in her surroundings, "but how much will they remember?"
"What do you mean by that?" Hermione was getting a distinct feeling that Ron was just blowing this whole affair up and that in reality, Moody simply pissed off the tomb robber more than he should of… but that didn't explain why Bakura had to talk to Yami.
"Well…" Ron smirked and with a flick of his wrist, the door, the only exit, was firmly locked. Jumping slightly from the sudden loud noise, Hermione turned around to look for the source of it, leaving her back unguarded. Ron wasted no time as he moved forward and pressed her tightly against his chest.
"What are yo…?" Hermione gasped, only now realizing that she couldn't feel her wand anymore. It was usually safely tuck in her belt but for some reason, it disappeared the moment Ron touched her. She was getting scared and from her past experiences with him, she wasn't about to take any chances.
"Don't you like this?" he buried his nose in her hair.
"Tell me what happened," Hermione decided to change her tactics.
"Simple. That Bakura of yours likes tarot cards. Did you know?" laughing, Ron tightened his grip. Hermione was his, and his alone and he would not let some albino freak take what was his. He didn't know why, but he loathed the white-hair guy the most, feeling some sort of competition, as if the dog decided to take what was his away from him. It scared him, because Ron, subconsciously, believe that Bakura actually could…
"And?" Hermione tried to ignore the feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. She also couldn't ignore the fear that was building inside of her and for some reason, she kept on looking around as much as she could, looking for something that could suck her into an internal void. May be it was because she had read so many horror stories in the library the other day or may be it was because she had no wand but that fear steadily grew.
"Well, obviously Moody hurt his precious," Hermione could feel Ron's smirk against her neck, "possession…"
"How did it look like?" Hermione tried to keep her concentration on the current topic. However, her thoughts would always stray when she thought about her missing wand.
"I dunno," Ron paused to think her question over, "Why?"
"Oh, it's nothing!" Hermione replied, though a bit jumpy. No way was she telling Ron about…
"Then shall we move on?" brushing Hermione's hair aside, he breathed into Hermione's ear.
"Ron, stop!" Hermione tried to wriggle out of his grasp. "Stop or I will curse you!" she threatened.
"But you don't have your wand," Ron smiled devilishly and Hermione realized that he must've used a charm to rid her of her only defense. "Isn't that so?"
"I have it!" Hermione glared at the floor, realizing just how foolish she must've been to follow Ron, of all people she mistrusted, here.
"No, you don't," Ron chuckled, "I do."
"Give it back!" the young witch exclaimed automatically, her voice being a mixture of shock, panic and fear.
"Noooo," Ron whispered and with one sharp jerk, Hermione found herself being sandwiched between Ron and the wall.
Oh no…
"Stop!" she managed to get out before Ron descended upon her in a rough kiss. He was harsh, his hands roaming around her body unchecked as she struggled within his grip.
"My prize … can't you see?" he asked her with a hint of desperation laced in his voice, "I love you more than anything!"
"Get away!" Hermione trashed wildly but her limbs did him no harm. After all, she was simply a girl, a girl who was foolish enough to follow a man she ran from in the summer. The man Harry saved her from with that realm-separation.
"No, and there is nothing and no one who can help you now," his smile was one of insane. He continued to violate her personal space and Hermione, remembering the trick her dad taught her once, acted on instinct. With all her might that she could muster, she kneed Ron where sun never shone and she kneed him hard. The boy reeled, and Hermione managed to wriggle out of his clutches. Running to the door, she was only met with more nasty surprises. It was locked.
"Nowhere to go," Ron called in a sing-song voice from where he was laying on the ground. Overcoming his pain while Hermione banged the door madly with her knuckles, he crawled on the floor and swept her legs from under her and the body hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. It was then that suddenly, a small speck of light appeared on the girl's forehead but as quickly as it came it was gone. She was now pinned to the floor, her vision blurry and her mind sliding in and out of conscience. He attacked her neck with his bruising kisses as she lay struggling under the massive body of a well-built male. She managed to get one of her arms free and she flung it at his face, scratching with such force that blood covered the most of Ron's face.
"Let. Go." Hermione managed between clenched teeth as she suddenly felt another presence nearby.
"I like it rough," Ron laughed and continued to kiss her. It was then that suddenly, the door was banged open and Ron paused to look up in shock only to find an empty hallway. No one was supposed to interrupt his fun for he put special wards to keep people out. Thinking that it must've been Hermione's magic to distract him, he turned to face her again only to find her horrified face staring straight at him and quilt floated his senses. That quilt, however, was not long lived as he felt his jaw collide with something indestructible and his body was sent flying to the other side of the room. There, at Hermione's feet, stood Bakura with his millennium ring glowing, eyes in a mixture of red and purple and he was definitely out of his own mind by the way he kept on flexing his knuckles.
(Lilo: thankz Tramontana Keeper for pointing out a mistake in the previous chapter: …blood being shredded on both sides." it should be 'blood being shed'… Well, I went back and corrected it! Do u kno the reason behind that? I'd say watching WAY too much Gravitation. I saw all the eps but I was watching them again while I was writing that particular part and the 'clothes' were shredded … heeehee, I was thinking about that when I wrote it *sweat drops* guys, once again, I am telling ya, if ya see something 'funny', plz tell me cuz I don't have a beta reader who could proof read my stories (*suddenly holds up a flag* any volunteers? But it has to be both of my stories and ya have to be the worst critic ever^_^) … ehm, back to the point… lol! Gravitation is a yaoi anime… wait, u kno wut?
My current muse is Full Metal Alchemist! Ahh, Ed is the best! *suddenly looks at Bakura who is sitting on her bed, drinking coffee* ops, sorry honey! Of course I love u more Bakura! *coughnotcough* hahaha! Lol, I think I am obsessed with that anime now… it's soooo cute *drools* well, anyways, now that I am done with my pointless ramble, u can … um, listen to Marikue? X_x
Marikue: . did u kno that she is allergic to chocolate *laughs evilly while watching lilo sulk in the corner* her doctor forbids any kind of sweets! Hhahahhaha! *eats a candy right in front of a crying lilo* haha, R&R … oh, right, go see her picture of Bakura that she drew: ht tp://w ww.deviant (take out the spaces) ^_^)