Buckingham Palace
"For killing a street full of muggles." Sirius replied factually, clambering quickly to his feet, trying to regain some composure.
"Muggles?" Bakura asked skeptically. If this weakling couldn't even defend himself from a man-eater these muggles, whatever they were, couldn't be much better then cockroaches.
"Non-magical people of course." Sirius replied somewhat haughtily. "What kind of person are you who doesn't know such a simple piece of information. Maybe you aren't magical after all."
"Am I not magical -- Well then how do you think I got in here?" Bakura answered coldly, his words ice, but thawed slightly by his flaring pride. "And you still haven't told me your name, or am I to keep referring to you mentally as the weakling?" he added, and Sirius cringed slightly, ever so slightly, at the cut.
"I am Sirius Black." Sirius replied seriously, taking a step forward, and pulling himself to his full height.
Bakura seemed unfazed. "And who exactly would Sirius Black be?" he asked, skeptically.
"Supposed accomplice of you-know-who." Sirius replied flabbergasted. Even if the fame wasn't the good kind, most people did know who he was.
"No I don't know who." Bakura replied, visibly losing interest in this stupid little man. "So if you can't make yourself understandable to a stranger I think I shall leave you here. Might beat some sense into you."
Sirius started to lunge after Bakura, eyed the man-eater bug, and decided against it. "Only the Dark Lord!" Sirius exclaimed, pulled between disbelief and a need to pull the anorexic youth back.
"What?" Bakura exclaimed, pulling sharply around, and searching Sirius's eyes for the truth. "Explain." he ordered, with what Sirius viewed as an insolent manner.
So Sirius launched into an explanation of the Dark Lord's reign, briefly mentioning the fact of his fall, deliberately omitting any facts about himself.
The boy's reaction was surprisingly one of relief. "So.... what exactly does all that have to do with you?"
"I've just spent the last twenty minutes explaining my world, I think it's about time you explained something about yourself you pompous little git." Sirius cut back condescendingly.
"I don't need to explain anything." Bakura retorted, continuing. "You're the one..." he was abruptly cut off by a gluey sort of voice from right past his left shoulder.
"I was wondering." The zombie continued as Bakura turned and acknowledged him.
Sirius watched in disbelief as one, two, then three zombies pressed to have questions answered and squabbles resolved. What kind of boy was this?
"Weakling, I think I shall depart." Bakura told Sirius, while pushing away even more zombies. Sirius was pulled between anger at the title he had been given, and the anguish he felt at his seeming failure to get out, but ended up deciding to keep his mouth shut. "But as you interest me ever so slightly," Bakura continued. "I shall let you accompany me."
"Interest ever so slightly." Sirius muttered disgustedly as the shadow realm faded away, but he was still couldn't help feeling relieved.
"My host had a field trip here once." Bakura commented from his position leaning against the fence of the Queen of England's palace of all places.
Sirius's body had seized up upon arrival; being dumped into the middle of crowds of people had awoken some agoraphobic like results. "Um... ok." He replied trying to act like everything was cool, while answering the seemingly meaningless comment. "Well I guess I'll be seeing you then." Offering a tense smile, Sirius took a forced step forward into the crowd, his mind racing; he could find an ally, transform, and make his way to Grimmauld Place, the only place he could call home. His thoughts were interrupted by a hand pulling on the back of his robes.
"Hold on. No one gave you permission to leave." Bakura commented coolly, ice fringing every word. "You'll leave when I let you."
Sirius whirled around pushing the youth away from himself. "Who do you think you are? I'm thankful and everything for you saving me from that place." Sirius gave a slight shudder at the thought. "But that doesn't make your pet, toy, slave, whatever." He finished his tirade, his breath coming in slight huffs.
"Doesn't it?" Bakura asked, his blue eyes taking on an insolent glint.
"For killing a street full of muggles." Sirius replied factually, clambering quickly to his feet, trying to regain some composure.
"Muggles?" Bakura asked skeptically. If this weakling couldn't even defend himself from a man-eater these muggles, whatever they were, couldn't be much better then cockroaches.
"Non-magical people of course." Sirius replied somewhat haughtily. "What kind of person are you who doesn't know such a simple piece of information. Maybe you aren't magical after all."
"Am I not magical -- Well then how do you think I got in here?" Bakura answered coldly, his words ice, but thawed slightly by his flaring pride. "And you still haven't told me your name, or am I to keep referring to you mentally as the weakling?" he added, and Sirius cringed slightly, ever so slightly, at the cut.
"I am Sirius Black." Sirius replied seriously, taking a step forward, and pulling himself to his full height.
Bakura seemed unfazed. "And who exactly would Sirius Black be?" he asked, skeptically.
"Supposed accomplice of you-know-who." Sirius replied flabbergasted. Even if the fame wasn't the good kind, most people did know who he was.
"No I don't know who." Bakura replied, visibly losing interest in this stupid little man. "So if you can't make yourself understandable to a stranger I think I shall leave you here. Might beat some sense into you."
Sirius started to lunge after Bakura, eyed the man-eater bug, and decided against it. "Only the Dark Lord!" Sirius exclaimed, pulled between disbelief and a need to pull the anorexic youth back.
"What?" Bakura exclaimed, pulling sharply around, and searching Sirius's eyes for the truth. "Explain." he ordered, with what Sirius viewed as an insolent manner.
So Sirius launched into an explanation of the Dark Lord's reign, briefly mentioning the fact of his fall, deliberately omitting any facts about himself.
The boy's reaction was surprisingly one of relief. "So.... what exactly does all that have to do with you?"
"I've just spent the last twenty minutes explaining my world, I think it's about time you explained something about yourself you pompous little git." Sirius cut back condescendingly.
"I don't need to explain anything." Bakura retorted, continuing. "You're the one..." he was abruptly cut off by a gluey sort of voice from right past his left shoulder.
"I was wondering." The zombie continued as Bakura turned and acknowledged him.
Sirius watched in disbelief as one, two, then three zombies pressed to have questions answered and squabbles resolved. What kind of boy was this?
"Weakling, I think I shall depart." Bakura told Sirius, while pushing away even more zombies. Sirius was pulled between anger at the title he had been given, and the anguish he felt at his seeming failure to get out, but ended up deciding to keep his mouth shut. "But as you interest me ever so slightly," Bakura continued. "I shall let you accompany me."
"Interest ever so slightly." Sirius muttered disgustedly as the shadow realm faded away, but he was still couldn't help feeling relieved.
"My host had a field trip here once." Bakura commented from his position leaning against the fence of the Queen of England's palace of all places.
Sirius's body had seized up upon arrival; being dumped into the middle of crowds of people had awoken some agoraphobic like results. "Um... ok." He replied trying to act like everything was cool, while answering the seemingly meaningless comment. "Well I guess I'll be seeing you then." Offering a tense smile, Sirius took a forced step forward into the crowd, his mind racing; he could find an ally, transform, and make his way to Grimmauld Place, the only place he could call home. His thoughts were interrupted by a hand pulling on the back of his robes.
"Hold on. No one gave you permission to leave." Bakura commented coolly, ice fringing every word. "You'll leave when I let you."
Sirius whirled around pushing the youth away from himself. "Who do you think you are? I'm thankful and everything for you saving me from that place." Sirius gave a slight shudder at the thought. "But that doesn't make your pet, toy, slave, whatever." He finished his tirade, his breath coming in slight huffs.
"Doesn't it?" Bakura asked, his blue eyes taking on an insolent glint.