"Finally," Draco finished duct taping the last stray muse to the solitary tree. "I though that would take forever…
*Flashback*
The graveyard was desolate; many small tombstones were strewn across the drying grass like islands in a hay colored sea. A rustling sound came from the overgrown hedges that bordered the graveyard.
"I see them," Legolas said, whilst peaking over a hedge. He was answered with a quick blaspheme as Draco shot Seto with a jinx. The elf turned back to his companions and frowned at their childish squabbling, they, in turn, glared at each other.
"Right," Draco said, still glaring at Seto. "So, what are they doing?"
"The fire demon sits in the tree near the grave marker we need, and the twinblade bounces senselessly from stone to stone," Legolas finished letting the other two peek over the hedge.
"Do you think they can see us?" Draco asked, as he suspiciously eyed the gothic looking demon.
"I wouldn't need to see you fools," the demon, also known as Janganshi Hiei [1], called from his perch. "You're loud enough." The bouncing muse stopped and drew his weapons, attention now focused on the hedge.
Seto rolled his eyes at Draco, "Does that answer your question?"
"Hurry," Legolas said springing from the plant, both daggers drawn. The other two followed with less enthusiasm, Draco instinctively drew his wand and Seto… well Seto just stood there looking tough.
"Oh good! Company!" called Sora, the twinblade [2]. "You're here for the creativity demon of Turmoil, aren't you?"
"Yes," Legolas said grimly. "Allow us access to the grave, or we will have to make you comply."
"Sorry, no deal," Hiei jumped from his tree branch.
Sora smirked wickedly and pointed a blade at the elf; "It's a fight then. As long as Turmoil is dead, I have a chance of Kaitourei writing my fic."
"So…" Draco reasoned, taking a step back. "How about you two take them and I'll just back you up if you need it. Huh?"
"No," Seto and Legolas said in unison. "Take the demon," Legolas instructed. "I'll handle the twinblade."
And so the fight commenced. Legolas and Sora charged each other. Both having daggers as weapons, and Legolas not using his bow and arrows at the moment, the onslaught of quick strikes and jabs began.
On the other side of the graveyard, the one on two battle began with less vigor. Hiei drew his katana and stood waiting for their next move. Draco looked at Seto and the CEO glared back.
"Don't look at me," Seto scoffed. "I don't have a weapon."
"Neither do I," Draco rationalized, holding his wand behind him.
"Yes you do! You're a wizard, damn it!"
"You have your deck and that hal-o-gram thing," Draco returned haughtily. "Throw a card at him! It worked in the Jou vs. Yugi episode!"
"Never. Ever. Mock me!" Seto grabbed the teen's front and hoisted him off the ground.
Hiei watched the two argue with a bored expression on his face. Sora and Legolas were still locked in battle. The twinblade was dodging the arsenal of arrows the elf had shot when he had a chance. The fire demon turned back to his adversaries and took a step toward the arguing duo, why did he even bother?
Draco's eyes widened. "He's attacking!"
Seto dropped the wizard and threw himself away from the onslaught. There was a rush of wind and the top of a grave marker near the two slid onto the grass with a soft thump. Draco swallowed hard and stared at the fallen tombstone next to him. A perfect cut.
Seto, being the less craven of the two, reached for his deck and duel disk. A sudden swirl of light and sparkling substances drew the attention of the fire demon from the pathetic blonde wizard huddling against the demolished tombstone. When the light died away a great silver dragon stood in it's place, Hiei had just enough time to dodge the blast of electricity and lightening which shot at him.
Seto watched the demon land in a crouched position and stare at the virtual crater his dragon had created. "Simpleton," Seto smirked. As long at Hiei didn't attempt to walk into the crater, the distraction would be perfect. Now, the CEO thought, to find a way to defect him. Maybe…
"Aaaaaaah!"
Seto watched his hopes spontaneously combust as Sora came flying through the air, via a kick from Legolas, headed for the crater. Sora landed in midair, inches away from the sharp rocks at the bottom of the pit. The twinblade looked down at the rocks and yelped, closing his eyes. Then, realizing he would have already hit them, he poked the ground. Yes, defiantly grass, Sora deducted.
"What is this?" Hiei asked in confusion.
"It's an illusion, demon-boy," Sora chuckled. "So is the dragon, probably. Wonderfully done though, even fooled me!" The twinblade back flipped as an arrow grazed his shoulder. He landed in front of the elf with a triumphant, "Ta-da!" Legolas frowned and drew his daggers; he was now out of arrows.
Draco had finally decided it was safe to look over the edge of the wrecked tombstone. From what he could see, the CEO was barely evading the demons katana. His cape was already cut in many places from the blade and his body was about to have the same done to it. Draco swallowed and drew his wand.
"Petrificus Totalus! …Oops," Draco winced as Seto fell to the ground stiff as a board. That was not good.
Seto mentally curse Draco in all the languages he knew. Although he would never admit it, Draco had save his life. It the wizard hadn't knocked him to the ground, Hiei's strike would most likely have cut him in two. Hiei halted his attack and prodded the CEO with his foot.
"Fool. Looks like your friend did me a favor," Hiei said with a faint smirk. "I should congratulate you before I kill you though, not many demons could have fought me as long as you did." He raised the katana above his head. "Perhaps I'll make this fast…"
Seto watched as Hiei's hands shot to his sides and his sword dropped – landing a bit to close to the CEO's head for comfort. The fire demon toppled backward, unable to move and Draco walked up smugly. He quickly un-jinxed Seto and blew the invisible smoke from the tip of his wand.
"Lets get this clear," Draco said to Hiei's petrified form. "Kaiba and I are not friends. Furthermore, if you want to be a proper antagonist, I suggest you skip the long speeches and get the job done. As my father always says, it..."
If he could have, Hiei would have smirked. Before Draco could finish, Sora's body came flying (yes, once again) and collided with him. Legolas jogged up to Seto, who was now standing, and looked over at the tangle made of Draco and Sora. The wizard pushed the unconscious twinblade of himself and glared at the elf.
"Now, what?" Draco asked his companions venomously.
"Do you have the duct tape from chapter eleven?" Seto asked.
*End Flashback*
"Take my hand, Kaiba."
Around one particular tombstone sat the three individuals. They had formed a small circle in the shade of the tree - the tree that petrified Hiei and Sora were currently duct tapped too.
Seto raised an eyebrow, "Now why would I do that?"
Legolas and Draco sent him wry looks. The CEO rolled his eyes and clasped hands with the elf and prepubescent wizard. Draco raised his arms and closed his eyes, in a dramatic voice he spoke:
"Life for death, flesh for bone;
Let those past mortal days be shown,
Mighty gods of ages past –"
Draco opened one eye and glanced down at the laptop and the enchantment shown on it. "Free Necromancy Spells" was written in Old English Text MT at the top of the web page, followed by the chant.
" – Let death not be the last;
Let the creature rest no more,
Bring back the soul to life's door!
I command you! Arise!" [3]
There was a brief silence, and then Seto broke the circle. "Well that was a complete waste of time, just like that "Voodoo for Dummies" spell we tried. Necromancy isn't real."
"Neither are you, or me, or Legolas," Draco scoffed.
The elf shook his head, hair falling into his eyes – a sight that could cause crowds upon crowds of fangirls to fall into dead faint. "Dark magic is unnecessary. Perhaps if we tried…"
"Oh please!" Kaiba exclaimed. "If I have to sit through another ceremony, I'll…"
A slow rumbling emitted from the ground near the tombstone. The earth broke away as a small hand broke through the soil and grass. The rest of the body followed. The creativity demon had arisen.
"You were saying?" Draco smugly crossed his arms.
Seto shot the blonde a dark look, "Damn you."
For the Curious…
[1] From the anime Yu-Yu Hakusho; Janganshi Hiei, fire demon, very fast, usually uses a katana while fighting, very angst past, for more info check: w.absoluteanime.com /yu_yu_hakusho /hiei.htm
[2] From the anime .Hack//Sign; Sora, really a seven year old (fourth grader in Japan = 7, not 10) but appears to in sixteen in virtual character form, kills people's characters for fun, for more info check: w.absoluteanime.com /hack_sign/ sora.htm
[3] The chant is not real; it sprung from my mind when I couldn't find any chants to raise the dead on the net. You may attempt it, but any results are unlikely.
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Hi, I'm back! *Ducks the various airborne objects thrown by distraught readers* Long time no see, ne? Lets just say I got involved in some extra curricular activities in school that limited my time for typing and for the past three weeks, my brother, sister, and members of the family have been using the computer. Yes, we have but one computer.
It sucks. I'm saving for a laptop. Currently, I'm not making money. …That sucks, too.
I also decided to check out some other animes I'd been ignoring for Yu-Gi-Oh! (I'm highly disappointed in the "Enter the Shadow Realm" arc; they're not even IN the damn shadow realm!) Hence, Sora and Hiei; I might be doing some one-shots for them, but I'm still a major Yu-Gi-Oh fan. I could never abandon Kaiba… or Yami Bakura - especially after the Ancient Egyptian Arch, I refuse to believe it, Takahashi-sama couldn't have. (Those of you who've read the manga know what I mean.)
Like I said before, updates will come when I have time. Expect one in April, not sure exactly when though. But thank you for all the reviews and e-mails; I'm really touched by your support. I'm also really sorry I've taken this long to update. I was considering abandoning the fic but I like to keep my promises and I promised I'd finish this project, so I will.
The break allowed me to rethink the fic, though. Which is a good thing because I've eliminated almost all future plotholes. Yay for un-plothole-ness! Hopefully the plot will improve. Also, I'm going to be opening my art/writing/misc site sometime in April. I'll make sure to let you know about that.
Well I hope I haven't kept you in anticipation for too long *Ducks more airborne objects.*
Anyway, on to what you came here for - the fic!
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Turmoil
By Kaitourei
Chapter Fourteen: Eye Of The Storm
"It's pretty obvious… Kaiba's an alien. It explains the IQ and height."
- Katsuya Jounouchi
"The boy escaped!"
Wishing it were he they talked of, Malik Ishtar listened to the commotion above him. In the darkness, the frantic voices and footsteps of the Deatheaters echoed a hundred times louder, and though Isis could somehow sleep through the chaos, her brother could not. Brother looked back at sister, he could see her form curled in the corner, chest rising and falling with every breath. He wished he could stay as calm as she did.
Inside, his stomach writhed with fear and anticipation. So, there was another prisoner? He leaned against the bars, trying to hear the hysterical voices. He'd fill in Isis when she was awake; there was not need to alert her now.
"We have the Book!" Someone shouted. "It is all that matters!"
"Fool!" A familiar voice said. "That prisoner is the key! Without him the High…"
"Enough, Avery!" A new voice hissed. "The matter must be taken up with the Dark Lord."
There was silence. No one would want to 'take the matter up' with Voldemort. He was like the mob boss on the many movies Malik had watched during his trip to Japan. Wistfully, the blonde Egyptian wondered if his brother and friend, Rashid, was all right. He would be worried, no doubt. No, beyond worried, he would he hysterical. Malik hoped he'd know the right thing to do; contacting the police would be pointless. Rashid would have to contact Yugi-tachi. They were Isis and his only known chance of survival.
A sudden movement in the darkness caught Malik's attention. A shadows stirred and the pulled itself away from the black corridor. Malik stepped back, unsure weather his new intruder was a friend or foe. From what Malik could see, the stranger wore a long black cloak, his face was hidden in the hood. There was something in the stranger's arms, something big enough to be a human body.
"Wait," Malik hissed as the shadow man began to depart. "Help us…"
"Check the dungeons!" Someone above yelled and a rush of footsteps followed.
Malik saw the figure press a finger to his lips in a message of silence. "Your friends will come for you," the shadow said in a strangely familiar voice and turned away and was fully enveloped in darkness, leaving no trace of his presence. Malik stared at the spot and then banged the bars with his closed fist. "Damn it!"
"You!" A Deatheater shouted, rushing down the steps. "Has anyone been in here?"
Malik smirked, "Besides you?"
"Don't be a smart ass," the man said. "Answer me!"
"Go to hell."
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Students were not allowed to leave their common rooms and classes were canceled that morning, not that the majority of the student body was complaining. There was a sense of dread looming over the castle. This time Kaiba wasn't the only to feel it. Many of the older students understood what was happening - Hogwarts was on hiatus. But none understood better than Hermione Granger, who had spent the whole night and morning hours revising draft after draft of her new petition: H.U.R.L.
"Oh please," Ron scowled when she proposed they sign the next morning in the common room. "S.P.E.W.? H.U.R.L.? Why do your campaigns always have to do with some word form of throwing up?"
"What does it stand for anyway?" Harry asked briskly, trying to avoid another argument.
Hermione smiled brightly at his interest, "Hogwarts Undergraduates Repeal Lockdown. Blunt, I know, but I had less time to think of a name than with S.P.E.W."
"And they ended up the same," Ron said flatly. "I can't believe you've started this up again Hermione!"
"Sorry, Ron, but she does have a point," Harry said. "It wouldn't hurt, and if it does work you won't have to transfer and I won't have to spend the rest of my life with the Dursleys."
Ron shrugged, "We could always open up our own shop or something. Fred and George are planning something like that."
"And sell what?" Hermione asked matter-of-factly. "Ron, we need to stay in school if we want to amount to anything. Since the school is on the verge of shutting down this is the best – if not the only – thing we can do." She held out a quill.
Ron looked skeptical, but he took the quill and signed his name. "There, are you happy?"
"Quite," Hermione said as Harry jotted his name down also. "Now if you two will excuse me, I have others to contact." She turned and headed toward a large group of first years.
Ron sighed, "Glad that's over with. How are you doing Harry, you look a bit pale?"
"Alright, I suppose," the raven-haired teen shrugged. "I've just been having trouble sleeping, dreams, you know… Something's not right."
Ron nodded sympathetically, "Nothing been right this year. Kaiba. Malfoy – or Malfoys." He glanced out a window at the dark clouds. " And the weather… You should try to get some sleep Harry, just try, there's nothing to do anyway…"
A rush of whispers followed the gust of cold air that spread through the common room. The Gryffindors' attention was drawn to the entrance as Professor McGonagall stepped in, her face looked older than usual and the heavy cloak drawn around her shoulders signified she'd been paroling the halls. The professor moved to sit in an empty chair near the fireplace.
"I've been instructed to talk to you all," she said in her usual monotone teaching voice. "I know you all have heard of the unfortunate incident near the Great Hall. And I'm sure you're aware that the incident has put this school in a state of hiatus. The Ministry of Magic is investigating the matter and it is the Ministry who will decide whether Hogwarts shall continue. So it's our duty to assist them how ever we can, and the best way to do so is stay out of their way for now."
"What happens if Hogwarts is closed down?" And uncertain first year asked.
McGonagall looked extremely uncomfortable in the silence that insured. "It is better not to dwell on such thoughts," she said slowly, choosing the right words. "But if worse were to come to worse, the Ministry would have a transfer program established. Students would go to Durmstrang or Beauxbatons Academy, depending on which you reside closer to." She glanced around at the worried faces of her students and Harry though she might actually cry right there and then.
"Until this issue is resolved students are to stay in their common rooms until further instruction," she continued. "Furthermore, a club has started…"
Ron snorted, "Probably for some stupid…"
"…A Chess Club, in fact," McGonagall went on. "Twenty-five students from each house may participate. Apparently the classroom barrowed as a headquarters only holds that many."
Harry glance quickly at Ron with eyebrows raised. Ron nodded, "Should we ask Hermione?"
"Sorry, but I think I'd decline," Hermione said from behind them. She smiled and held the petition out so they could see the rows upon rows of names. "Wonderful isn't it?"
Ron rolled his eyes, "Just glorious."
"Students, students!" McGonagall called for attention. "One more minor announcement, as you can imagine, mail has been pouring in. The ministry has checked the parcels and letters for any Dark Magic substances. Of course, all Gryffindor mail was cleared. I shall call out your name, please come and collect your mail and move on, as the next student may take theirs."
The Professor produced a bundle of letters and packages from inside her cloak. "Creevy, Colin…!" And so the list meandered on.
Harry watched as both Ron and Hermione received frantic letters from their parents. Ron had five letters from Mrs. Weasly all postmarked the same day. The redhead tore each open and skimmed them quickly, smiling. Hermione had one letter, on very long letter, she in turn read through it fully, smiling at her parents concern. Around the room various emotions ranging from anger to tears were shone in the faces of the students. Harry felt slightly left out, seeing as he had not received mail. Then again, why would the Dursleys be concerned, they probably wished for something of this magnitude every night for the last five years.
"Jordan, Lee," McGonagall was down to the last three letters. Then, following a small pause, she called out, "Potter, Harry."
Harry knew it before he received the small parchment envelope. Sirius Black, the letter was from Sirius.
He could feel himself shake with anticipation as he made his way through the crowd to Professor McGonagall. The woman allowed herself a thin, knowing smile. She handed him the letter and asked, "Oh, and Potter?"
"Yes, Professor McGonagall?" Harry responded automatically.
"Would you please deliver this to Mr. Kaiba," she handed him another letter. "Seeing as he's not here right now, and inform him about the rules."
Having taken up Ron's suggesting, Harry nodded, "Sure."
Although talking to Kaiba would most likely lead up to an unpleasant resolution, Harry rationalized that it was better he go seeing as he was headed to the dormitory. With a good-bye nod to Hermione and Ron, he turned to the stairs and ascended. The-boy-who-lived glanced down at the letters in his hands. One was, most indubitably, was from Sirius. The address was scrawled in the canine animagus' signature scribbles.
Harry turned Kaiba's letter over, looking down at it curiously. His eyes widened as he compared the addresses. It was Sirius's handwriting, right down to the un-dotted "i"s. But why would Sirius be writing to Kaiba, and how did Kaiba know Sirius?
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"Wakaranai*!" Honda exclaimed as he, Jounouchi, and Anzu walked toward the gameshop. He had come straight from the police station, where he was told the young Kaiba warned him to keep of the Kaiba property, or else. "Why would Mokuba threaten to file a restraining order against us?" he asked in a strained voice.
Anzu shrugged, "If what you told me is true. The police might have been tricked, it might not have been Mokuba."
"After all we've been through," Jou said. "I'm not ruling out the possibility that the MIB erased my mind to protect Kaiba."
"And why would they do that?" Anzu asked, knowing Jounouchi's answer would be obscure.
"It's pretty obvious," Jou continued. "Kaiba's an alien. It explains the IQ and height."
"Baka yamero-yo!" Honda said with a discouraged frown. "You have to believe me. That house was abandon; the door was open and the windows, too. Someone cleaned everything up, tricked the police and whipped Jou's mind. If you ask me it sounds like Malik all over again."
"We believe you," Anzu said as they neared the shop. "But, we need to discuss this with Yugi and Yami, also. I tried calling, but no one picked up. I'm pretty sure his grandfather left this morning on a try to pick up some new games. They should be in the shop."
As they neared Honda's furrowing brow grew deeper at the sight of the close door. Inside the game shop it was no different, the lights had not been turned on and the "Open" sign still read, "Closed". Next to the other shops, the Game Shop looked drab. But all this went unnoticed by Jounouchi as he cheered, "Sugë!* Party at Yugi's place!"
"Hello Yugi!" Anzu knocked on the door, ignoring the zealous Jounouchi and the bemused Honda. "That's weird, he should be here. Maybe he went to pick something up." She shrugged and produced a key from her pocket, "I don't think he'll mind if we let our selves in."
"Ano," Jou said poking Honda in the ribs with his elbow. "Anzu, why exactly do you have a key to Yugi's place?"
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The girl was clad in a tattered dress, what was left of it hung off her slim figure like drapery. Her face was smeared with patches of wet and dry sand, leaving china white skin shining through. He could see two large, soft blue eyes looking up at him through her matted ashen hair. Water or tears trickled down her pale cheeks. She opened her mouth to say something, his name, but another voice drowned out hers.
"Um… Kaiba?"
The CEO lifted his head drown the nightstand it had been resting on. The hum of his laptop and rumpling of his school uniform slowly invaded the silence of his waking mind, while the placid light streaming through the part in the curtains signified morning. Kaiba's eyes immediately focused on the messy head of Harry Potter. Harry looked faintly uncomfortable, and Kaiba played off it.
"Well?" the brunette said with a goaded tone. He could feel the lack of sleep catching up to him as his dream faded into hazy memories. From what the clock behind Harry said, he had only been asleep for an hour.
"You have some mail," Harry said handing him the letter. "And McGonagall asked me to tell you we aren't allowed to leave our common rooms. And because of those murders Hogwarts might close down. There's also a Chess Club starting…" Harry winced at Kaiba's expression. "Not that you'd be interested."
"Is that it?" Kaiba asked in a monotone. Harry nodded mutely.
Kaiba had turned away, presuming Harry would also do the same, but his eyes fell on the open laptop. From what the raven-haired boy could see, the two columns ran down the screen, each with the name "Motou, Yugi" and "Ishtar, Isis" contained in them. In a smaller window that appeared on the top left of the screen Harry could read:
Passport Information / Private File - Ishtar, Isis
Name: Ishtar, Isis
Social Security Number: 785526865
Gender: Female
Date Of Birth: 04-04-81
Current Residency: Maydan El Tahrir, Cairo, Egypt
Tel: +20-2-5742681, 5754319/10
Fax: +20-2-5795133
Current Occupation: Curator
Balance… [1]
"Do you have a problem?" Kaiba asked coldly, interrupting Harry's thoughts. The CEO hadn't turned around, but Harry could see his own messy haired refection in on the laptop.
"No," Harry said quickly. "Sorry, I was just curious."
"Don't be curious," Kaiba said coolly, and pulled up a new window, covering the one Harry had been reading. "Especially when it isn't your business."
"Yeah, I know, but," Harry said hesitantly. "Can I ask you something?"
"Is it worth answering?" Kaiba countered and began to type on the new window he had opened.
Deciding to ignore the CEO's last statement, Harry continued, "Do you know anyone named Sirius Black?"
"Why would I know a criminal?" Kaiba said as he continued to type what Harry guessed was an email.
Harry sighed inwardly and shrugged, "Sorry, just… curious…"
Kaiba didn't respond. Harry, somewhat distraught, turned away from the brunette. The urge to sleep had fled from his mind and his main concern was to vacate the dorm. Harry knew very well that Kaiba had been illegally accessing the Ishtar woman's file. Why the CEO would do that, Harry wasn't sure.
"Back again Harry?" Ron asked as the-boy-who-lived came slowly down the stairs. The redhead was seated in a large chair, the Daily Prophet spread out in front of him. "I though you were going to rest, Harry."
"I couldn't," Harry shrugged, the uneasiness still in his posture. He sat down in another chair, opposite Ron. "Is Hermione still asking for signatures?"
"Yeah," Ron said, sighing. He folded the periodical and laid it on the arm of his chair. "Are you sure you're alright Harry? You really look pale."
Harry swallowed, his green eyes locked on the paper. "Can I see that?"
"Sure," Ron passed the periodical over to his friend. "Something wrong?"
Harry unfolded the paper with anticipation. On the front page, there was a picture of a dark skinned Egyptian woman and another blonde boy. They motionless stood next to each other due to the muggle film, but Harry recognized them both as the bold headlines met his eyes:
Missing Muggle Egyptologist Linked To Wizarding World
Cairo, Egypt: Isis Ishtar and Malik Ishtar (shown above) disappeared from the muggle "Egypt Museum"… Investigators suspect magical intervention due to the massive amount of evidence found in the basement. As many as thirty-four hex burns were found on the walls of the attack scene… There is limited information on the intentions of the attackers, museum curators report only two large tablets dating back to 3000 B.C. were reported missing, both of which were donated to museum by Ms. Ishtar herself…
Harry glanced back at the picture, the blonde boy's identity becoming ever so apparent. Malik Ishtar was the boy in his dream. He had seen him fight the Deatheaters and bleed. Harry looked back at Ron's expectant face and said, "Get Hermione. We need to talk now."
Ron didn't hesitate.
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Kaiba listened as Harry Potter's footsteps faded into the echoing laughter and mass of voiced from the common room. The raven-haired boy had seen too much, but there was relatively nothing to worry about. There was no evidence that Kaiba had been accessing confidential information. If there were any allegations Kaiba knew what to say, Harry was bitter about his defeat in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Kaiba glared down at the laptop and cursed. Yugi hadn't checked his emails in almost eight hours and Isis, on the other hand, didn't have an address, as well as her work address, which apparently was down. Besides the Owl Post and his web cam, which was for business meetings and speaking with Mokuba, email was the only other source of communication Kaiba had at his disposal.
A pang of worry ricocheted through Kaiba at the thought of Mokuba. The boy hadn't contacted his brother in over two weeks, which lead the older Kaiba into a spiral of concern. The CEO had decided, if Mokuba did not email him within seven more hours, he would leave Hogwarts, whether the old wizard, Dumbledore, protested of not. Something wasn't right, he'd felt it ever since he had entered the school and if any harm had come to Mokuba, the entire Wizarding community would be held responsible.
A small mirthless smirk crept onto Kaiba's lips. The entire Wizarding populace of England was dependant on their Ministry, without the Ministry the hidden world would fall into ruin. Judging by their ever so omnipotence Minster Fudge, and the "Professor" Malfoy, the CEO knew the devastation he could create by buying ministry official's trust. The purchasing of a few key factories or companies could send the economy plummeting.
Kaiba looked out the window; he was beginning to sound too much like his late "father". Sometimes the CEO wandered exactly how alike they were, their ideals and their strategies. Kaiba inhaled and turned back to the computer. No luck.
Taking the parchment envelope from the desk, he contemplated the contents. The sloppy handwriting used in the address was unfamiliar. Probably fan mail, but then, there was no return address. Hopefully it would be worth his time. He opened it and stared down at the new neatly spaced writing, very different from the address.
Kaiba, it read:
You have undoubtedly notice Mokuba's lack of communication. Do not be alarmed he is safe. You may contact him via the address below. Furthermore, continue to stay at Hogwarts.
A frown curled its way onto the CEO's face. This was not what he had expected. The sender at the bottom of the page an email/IM address and street address were written in the neat scrawl. The letter continued:
I am aware you do not agree with this, but it is essential for you to stay within the castle. Voldemort is NOT after Yugi, he seeks YOU. Do not leave until you must. I know you do not believe me; therefore, you may reach Mokuba at this email address…
The door to the dormitory swung open and banged loudly against the adjacent wall, causing Kaiba to stuff the letter into his pocket and turn toward the noise. There was a swishing sound and an issue of the Daily Prophet hurdled toward his head but stopped as he caught it out of instinct. The colorless faces of Isis and Malik Ishtar stared up at him from the cover.
Kaiba turned looked at the three in front of him with a highly irritated expression. "What the hell is this?"
"I think," Harry said in a serious voice. "That you have some explaining to do."
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*Wakaranai = Japanese, "I don't understand."
*Baka yamero-yo = Japanese, "Don't act stupid."
*Sugë = Japanese, "Awesome."
[1] Isis is twenty, and if my speculations are correct this takes place in the year 2001, so she would be born in 1981. As for her location and telephone number/fax, those are the actual numbers and location for the Egypt Museum in Cairo.
Next Chapter: Awaited Revelations
Kaiba finally receives an email, unfortunately the sender isn't whom he wanted to contact. Harry-tachi confronts Kaiba about the Ishtars and a few words are exchanged, the question is: are they the good ones or bad ones? (My guess is the latter.)
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