Hogwarts School of Defectives…er, Detectives
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Hey, do I look like a billionaire?
Notes: I am SO sorry! It has been FOREVER! You all must HATE me! I don't blame you!;; Well, on with the next chapter… I guess…
Yusuke awoke the next morning before the others. Kurama was sleeping peacefully, but looked rather disturbed in his sleep. Yusuke didn't blame him. He had lived a previous life of nightmares, false hopes, betrayal, and who knows what else. Yusuke moved his gaze to the sleeping Potter boy. He was probably lost in a dreamless sleep, unaware he was being stalked. Or was he? Yusuke walked over to the bathroom to wash up and get dressed. It was the 2nd week, and he was still getting lost. It was a bit early, but, he went outside the common room. He walked the halls. Surprised at the quietness, he looked around. Next thing he knew, a dungbomb was headed straight for him.
It was a good thing Yusuke had dodged, but, the portrait didn't. The "substance" covered the work of art. It just so happened to be the one who kept giving Yusuke false directions.
"Heh, guess that serves you right," Yusuke said.
"My goodness! This is a most rude awakening! You! Idiot boy! Clean me!"
Twitch. "'Idiot boy'?" Yusuke was getting ticked off again. He hated this portrait.
"Yes, why, most certainly, only an idiot would fall for false directions!
That was hitting below the belt to Yusuke. Before he knew what he hade done… "REI GUN!"
As the next few moments passed, Yusuke was glad to smell the scent of burning parchment. He grinned and turned to another portrait. "If any of you open your paint-holes, you'll be joining him." The ones that hadn't slept through the blast didn't argue. Just as Yusuke was about to turn and head back to the common room, he was bombarded by… Chocolate frog wrappers?
Peeves held the now-empty trash can over Yusuke, shaking it once more to get the extra "stuff" out. He had a devious grin on his face. "Looks good on you!"
If Yusuke was mad at the portrait before, you could just imagine his anger level now. "You. Just. Uttered. Your. Final. Words." Yusuke was about to bomb the living daylights out of Peeves, when he noticed the gleaming golden eyes of Filch's cat. Yusuke knew that look, that was no ordinary cat. He murmured a couple threatening words to Peeves, and ran down the corridors.
Later….
Angus Filch's lip curled at McGonagall's stubborn attitude.
"Really, Angus, why must you disturb me at this hour? It's 3 hours until I normally get up. What could possibly be so important?"
"I'm telling you! It's that little troublemaker! I could just tell he'd be a burden to this school! Him and his demon powers! How dare he disgrace this school. I say he hang him by his thumbs in the dungeons!"
McGonagall scowled as she rounded a corner at a slightly faster pace. "Perhaps I would acknowledge your opinions, if you would care to tell what you suppose Yusuke did?"
But McGonagall had just finished the sentence when she saw the sight before her. One of the portraits was burned strait through. The wall was charred. Of the frame and portrait there were no remains. Garbage littered the floor. The empty pail that had once contained it lay on the ground. Rather confused, McGonagall turned to Filch. "I highly doubt Yusuke was involved. It looks to me like someone set the portrait on fire, but that wouldn't explain the can."
"It was Peeves! I'll murder that bloody poltergeist!" Filch clenched his fists. McGonagall, tired and having enough of this for one morning, strode away without a word.
I know, it stinks now. I think I'm giving up on this fanfic. :( Yet I know a lot of people love it. That is why I might let a reviewer take over writing the next chapter. Most of you probably don't want to/don't care, but if anyone is interested, feel free to e-mail me. This was just a linking chapter. Something like that. Review Please!
-Cat