This chapter is finally here! YAY!
Anywho, I had the hardest time getting my friend to help me get the reading right, and then I just got a bit lazy. I'll explain that at the end of the chapter, if anyone cares.
DISCLAIMER: I now own 21 Copics and I bought new shoes. I'm happy.
Well, McGonagall certainly loves me. Note the extreme sarcasm in my voice, please.
Even though I Transfigured my pincushion perfectly, she only came near me once, and that was because Hermione was sitting nearby.
Enough about scared professors, Hermione just left to go to her Ancient Runes class, and Ron, Harry, and I are on our way to Divination.
The three of us got to the trapdoor and entered the . . . classroom?
"What the Hell is this?" I asked Bakura. "This is not a classroom, this is a torture chamber! How does she expect anyone to breathe?"
Bakura just laughed at me.
The three of us took seats around one of the tables in the far center of the classroom and took out our books.
Here is something I'm ashamed to say: I don't have the Sight. I have memorized absolutely every thing there is to know about Divination, but my mind can't get any of it to make perfect sense.
However, Bakura is a genuine Seer. He usually takes over the Divination. Once he's done laughing at my poor, pitiful attempts at it.
As we were talking about how Trelawney always predicts Harry's death and how the two have taken up creating gruesome deaths and tragedies in order to pass the class, the teacher walked in.
Can we say extravagant? Gaudy? Way too much perfume!
Anyway, I don't like her, but the Sight has come to stranger people. Bakura once told me about the person who trained him to harness his Sight.
The guy was a freak that walked around all day with his eyes closed, and only opened them at night. He said it was to keep his mind blank of all outside light. The guy did all of his readings at night and trained Bakura during that time as well.
As part of his training, Bakura was required to walk around all week with his eyes closed. Since it was so difficult for him to keep them closed, Bakura used a blindfold.
Now, I don't know how that helped to enhance his "Inner Eye," but when I was told to walk around for a month without my eyes, only my hearing and touch were enhanced.
There was another person in Egypt that Bakura told me about. She carried a crystal ball with her everywhere she went and never said a word until she consulted it first.
So I guess this teacher is mostly normal for a Seer.
"Now, class, today we are going to be trying something new," Trelawney said. "I hope you all brought your copies of Reading the Tarot: A Beginner's Guide. Please turn to page twenty and read through the layouts while I hand out practice decks."
"So, what do you think the odds are that your reading will say you're going to die?" Ron asked Harry.
"Knowing her? Every reading will say that," Harry said in a monotone.
"Actually," I countered, "a reading that bodes ill doesn't mean death all the time. It could just mean pain and torment."
"Gee, that's really reassuring, Ryou," Harry sarcastically replied. "And how would you know that?"
"Well . . ." I said hesitantly.
"You can tell us," Ron offered.
"Can I tell them I'm a Seer?" I asked Bakura.
"Sure, but you have to go through most of the class if you do," Bakura teased.
"Ryou?" Ron urged.
"I'm a Seer," I said quietly, "but you can't tell anyone."
"A Seer?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. "Trelawney says she's a Seer, too."
At that moment, Trelawney walked over to our table and placed three decks on the table and then moved on the next one. "Alright students. I hope you have all looked through the layouts. I want you to do the Horoscope Method. And remember, you start with Aries."
"The Horoscope Method?" Bakura questioned. "Why that one? It's too difficult for beginners."
"Don't ask me," I put in. "I'm just going to do what she asks me to do."
"I'm telling you now, Ry, that if I have to step in, I'm not going to use that method. And I don't care if anyone has any objections."
"Ah, is that the one your mentor used when he predicted you were going to live a long and healthy life, filled with wealth, slaves, and eventually be the Pharaoh?" I asked.
His only response was a quiet growl.
"So, Ryou, you're a Seer, right? How do we do this stuff?" Ron asked.
"Well, I don't use this method," I answered honestly.
"But if this is the first method she wants us to try, then it must be easy, right?"
I raised an eyebrow at him and opened the book to the page describing the layout of the Horoscope Method. I pointed to the third paragraph and read a particular sentence. " . . . but this method, while it is one of the most accurate methods for beginners, it is also one of the most difficult, as it utilizes twelve cards instead of the easier ten card methods."
" . . . " Was all Ron had to say.
"Also, there was a writing about a thief in Egypt, thousands of years ago, who had his fortune read with this method, and the reading said that he would live a long and healthy life, filled with wealth, slaves, and eventually be the Pharaoh. He died at the age of twenty-three. The Pharaoh killed him."
" . . . So this method is useless?" Harry asked.
"No, it's just difficult, and if the reader's having a bad day, it can go horribly wrong. Or, and this is really only frequent among Seers, the cards can decide they don't want to do as they were asked." I paused a few moments before I added, "My cards are a bit finicky. Sometimes they just decide they don't want to do as asked."
"Since when do a bunch of cards have a mind of their own?" Ron questioned.
"Tarot cards are different from other cards," I answered. "Sometimes a deck just won't like a person and they won't be able to use it ever, and sometimes a deck will like a person so much that it will do an accurate reading even if the person has no idea what they're doing."
"Well," Harry said after a few moments. "We're supposed to be doing something with the cards. Can you start, Ryou?"
"Uh . . . yeah, I can start."
I pulled the starter deck out of its wrapping and started to shuffle. "I really don't like this method," I muttered before I started to lay out the cards. "Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces."
I just stared at the cards for a few moments while I heard Bakura starting to laugh. "Bakura, do you think you can stop that?"
"No, I don't think I can stop," he replied.
"Ryou, what do all these cards mean?" Ron asked me while flipping through his book.
"Well, obviously, this deck doesn't like me," I stated in a forcibly calm voice to hide my irritation. "These cards, unless I'm mistaken, say a giant three-headed chicken is going to take over the world and force all other creatures to do its biding."
"That IS what is says, right Baku?" Bakura was laughing too hard to answer. "Damn Bakura. Fine, don't answer me!"
"Hahahahaha! . . . They really . . . really don't like you! Hahahahaha!"
"Bakura . . ."
"If you actually read the cards for what they're saying, then yeah, a giant three-headed chicken is going to take over the world, but . . . HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
I mentally groaned and brought all of the cards back into one pile and shuffled the deck again. "Let's try this again," I said to the others.
I laid them all out in their twelve positions and was instantly greeted with insane giggling. Let me tell you, when Bakura starts his insane giggling, it's time to run for cover.
"Hey, Ryou?" Harry asked timidly after he went through the book and found out what all the cards meant. "Uhh . . . I think this says that an ancient panda will come to earth and turn us all into jelly beans."
"Baaaaaakuuuuuuuraaaaaaaaaa help meeeeeeeeeee!" I pleaded pathetically.
He laughed as he changed places with me.
"Heh, well, I think that's enough of this," he said as he gathered all the cards into a pile and threw them across the room.
"Ryou Bakura!" Trelawney exclaimed.
"Yeah?" Bakura asked in a smug voice. "That's me."
"Bakura!"
"Oh, uh, I mean, they just got away from me," he said. "I don't think I'm compatible with that deck."
"Very well," she sighed. "Please pick a deck that is more to your personality."
"Uh, well, actually, I have a deck of my own," Bakura replied. "Would you mind if I used that instead?"
"Of course not, dear."
"Good," he whispered as he pulled out his own tarot deck. "I wasn't going to use another crappy deck anyways. My own deck would get jealous if they found out I used a deck like that."
"Ryou? Why did you throw that deck?" Harry asked.
"Well, it wasn't cooperating with me," Bakura replied. "And my own deck actually does what it's told to do."
He started to shuffle his deck and said aloud, "Now, who will I do the reading for?"
"Do Harry," Ron suggested. "It'll be cool to see if the Death card shows up in his reading."
"Uh, the Death card doesn't mean you'll die," Bakura pointed out. "It means change."
"I'm sure Trelawney will see it differently," Harry replied.
"Hmm. Well, I hope you don't mind, but I think it would be much easier if I showed you a different method to read the cards. This will be a ten card layout, and I really dislike the Horoscope Method, so don't expect me to use it again."
Bakura shuffled his deck while thinking about what kind of cards would show up in Harry's reading and then he laid out the ten cards.
Strength, The Devil, The Tower, The Star, The Hermit, The Moon, the Ten of Swords, the Page of Swords, the Nine of Swords, and the Seven of Swords was the last card. The cards were separated in two parts, with six cards on one side, and four cards on the other.
Now, about Bakura's Tarot deck; all of the Major Arcana are in the form of Duel Monsters. And I do mean all of them. But you must be crazy if you think I'm going to name them all.
Strength is Black Luster Soldier, The Devil is Summoned Skull, The Tower is Dark Sanctuary, The Star is Dark Magician Girl, The Hermit is the Dark Sage, and The Moon is the Change of Heart.
Some of the cards are a bit altered. Like the Change of Heart, for example, instead of holding a heart in her hands, she's holding a small moon. Dark Magician Girl is also holding something, but she's holding a star. Little things like that are different in his cards.
"Well, that's going to leave a mark," Bakura said.
Harry and Ron were patiently waiting for Bakura to start the reading, but Bakura was busy talking to me.
"Uh, Ry? I'm sorry."
"What did you do this time, 'Kura?" I asked in a resigned tone.
"I, uh, accidentallydidatruereadingandnowi'msurehe'llknowtoomuchaboutusandwhywe'rehere," he said so quickly I couldn't understand him.
"Say that again, only slower," I demanded.
"Um . . . no?" His voice had a quiver of fear in it.
"Bakura . . ." I warned.
"Uh, well, now that we know he'll find out about us, we can plan for that moment, right?"
" . . . BAKURA!"
He visibly winced at the volume of my shout.
"Ryou, what does this mean?" Harry asked.
Bakura rubbed his eyes and said, " Well, the first part over here basically means you're screwed, and the second part means you're fu&ed. Altogether, it means you're fu&#ing screwed."
Harry and Ron just stared at each other for a few moments before Ron said, "Yup, that sounds just like what normally happens with Harry."
Bakura, trying to prove that his reading was a real one and not just a bunch of crap said, "You've had a lot of s#!t happen in your recent past, ne?"
"Yeah, but I told you that before," he pointed out.
"Yes, but see where the Tower is?" he asked, pointing to the card that looked like the Dark Sanctuary. "That card is the Tower. And if you read your book, it should say something along the lines of 'catastrophe, conflict, overthrow of existing ways, selfish ambitions' and more things like that."
Harry opened his book and read the definition for the Tower and looked at Bakura. "You're right."
"Of course I'm right. I've long since memorized the definitions of my cards. But anyway, the bell's going to ring soon, so I'll just give you a brief description of what this means. Basically, this means you're going to suffer, you're going to die, and I'm going to be happy."
Just at that moment, the bell rang and Bakura shoveled all of his cards into one pile and left the classroom, Harry and Ron hot on his heels.
"Wait, Ryou, what did you mean by that last part?" Ron asked.
"Simple. He's going to suffer, he's going to die, and I'm going to be happy since the bell rang and I don't have to read the rest of the cards." Bakura then switched places with me.
"I'm sorry, but I really don't want to talk about the cards anymore if that's okay with you," I politely said.
" . . . Yeah, sure."
Well, like I said, I'll explain how it is that I'm lazy. I really know what the whole reading is, and what it says, but I don't feel like putting it up now. I will have it told to you at a latter time, but not today.
And on another note, I know that some of what I wrote is a load of bull$#!t, but I really don't care. That's how it happened, that's what I wrote, and my buddies couldn't stop laughing at the whole three-headed chicken part. If there's anything about the cards you don't like, then you can tell me about it, but don't expect me to care.
I love you, bye bye!
