Does anyone know how to put two " / "s when I'm trying to show that Yami and Yugi are communicating:? I can do it with Yugi, simply type " / " but with Yami, I want to have two of those slashes, but they won't show up here. Help?
No, no, I don't own YGO or HP. T.T
Chapter Four:
Harry woke up to the rays of sunshine sweeping ceremoniously over his eyes. He blinked as he patted around for his glasses.
"Oi! HARRY!"
Harry jostled awake. "What? What?" he hastily put his glasses on.
Ron Weasley burst into the room, throwing socks at Harry, which whapped him smartly in the face.
"Mum says we've got to go," Ron scrambled about the messy room for his Hogwarts letter. "She's in a touchy mood and she wants to leave now to get our stuff."
Wearily, Harry quickly searched about for a decent pair of unwrinkled laundry Unsuspectedly, Ron's little owl, Pig, appeared out of Harry's pants pocket as he slipped into his trousers. The little bird gave out a little hoot and fluttered merrily out of Harry's pocket.
"Aw, Pig," said Harry wearily. "Not now....I don't want more trouble to drive me crazy.."
"OY!!" The Weasley twins suddenly burst into the room, clearly laughing and having a fun time.
"Don't look so worried Ronniekins..." said Fred, winking.
"We need to have a little fun now that we're out of school," smirked George. "A lasting memory."
"Do you think anyone's going to be best us, George?" snickered Fred, holding his ribs.
"Nah," snorted Ron. "You two have caused legend at Hogwarts."
"Not keeping us from returning at some time, Ronnie," said George. He gave a wink to Harry. "We'll still be there for your DA classes; Hogwarts is the greatest place for business."
"I doubt anyone will beat you guys in trouble," laughed Harry. "The only ones to ever do that were probably Sirius and ..." Harry stopped. "Well, Lupin...and Sirius...and... and my dad..." his voice cracked ever so slightly
"No one is going to be best you guys," said Ron quickly.
The twins' eyes twinkled.
"What did you guys do, anyways?" asked Harry.
Suddenly a booming voice echoed throughout the house.
"FRED! GEORGE! GET DOWN HERE!!"
Fred smiled at Harry. "Go down and take a look for yourself."
"TOMB RAIDER!! TOMB KEEPER!! GET DOWN HERE!!"
"Catch me first!" yelled Bakura as he scampered about in the house.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" Yami had to jump out of the way snarling when Bakura zipped past him with the Rod in his hands.
"Make me!" snapped Bakura back. He had switched contents in both Yugi and Marik's trunks to discover anything worth stealing; now the Pharaoh was agitated because some of his things had mingled with Marik's.
Marik jumped off the above balcony and landed onto Bakura, who was too late to jump out of the way. Plucking the rod from the struggling Bakura, Marik smirked.
"Caught, have we, Tomb raider?"
Bakura gave Marik an evil look. "Perhaps." Then, without further ado, threw Marik off with surprisingly superior strength, and ran as fast as he could, with something gold glinting in his hands. Marik blinked and worriedly patted his now-realized bare neck and hands, before he immediately pursued the tomb robber, yelling at the top of his lungs.
Yami shook his head. And to think that I'll have to keep this up for the rest of the year...
Yugi peeked over Yami's shoulders. /We have to go soon, Yami/ he said. /Shouldn't we get our stuff organized?/
Remorsefully, Yami extracted Marik's items from his trunk and replaced it when his own.
There was a rather loud thump, as though something had collided into the wall.
Yami ran into the living room, where Bakura and Marik seemed to be dusting themselves off from an obviously casual fight. Marik was slipping his jewelry back on with a satisfied look on his face, and Bakura was smirking.
"Given up, have you, tomb raider?" asked Yami, his voice low.
"Oh, pharaoh," laughed Bakura, waving a hand. "I am insulted. Do you only know me that well? I decided to give my dear comrade a break. He can't stand it for another minute longer without his frilly accessories."
Marik attempted to whack Bakura in the head, but Bakura easily avoided the assault.
"Do I dare point out that those used to be mine?" said Yami, staring with dark, crimson eyes. Marik snapped at that statement.
"Let's go," said Ryou suddenly, who've taken over. He had sensed Yugi's frantic signs for peace and decided to take some control.
Yami nodded, then switched places with Yugi. They all trudged their trunks out the door and headed towards the Domino Museum.
Yugi, Ryou and Marik stood waiting, feeling ridiculous standing idly among the modern streets of Domino City with trunks by their sides Marik was beginning to feeling restless when a gruff voice appeared above Yugi.
"'Scuse me," said the voice. "Might you three be Yugi, Ryou and Marik?"
Yugi looked up and saw a giant man, with a messy beard, looming over him.
"WAH!!" Yugi jumped away, his eyes wide. Ryou blinked and Marik stared with wide eyes.
"Oh...sorry," apologized the man sheepishly. "Didn't mean to scare yeh."
Yugi blinked at the humongous man. The man reached out a hand.
"Rubeus Hagrid," he said gruffly. "But everyone calls me Hagrid. I'm the. gamekeeper at Hogwarts."
Ryou smiled. He shook the hand of Hagrid, then translated for Yugi and Marik.
"Oh yeah, 'bout that..." Hagrid sheepishly took out an umbrella. Marik stared at it with unbelieving apprehensiveness. That ruddy old thing?
Hagrid pointed it first to Yugi, who stuttered nervously.
Yami was ready to defend Yugi immediately, when both of them began to feel an odd sensation in their minds. Yugi was about to wonder out loud when he realized that the words coming out of his mouth were English!
Ryou looked at Yugi with happy fascination. Hagrid then cast the spell on Marik, who stayed silent even after the spell was performed.
Yugi smiled up at the giant, who clearly didn't seem to be much of a threat. "I'm Yugi," he said, astonished at his English.
"Ryou Bakura," nodded Ryou.. "Nice to meet you, Hagrid."
Marik only said shortly, "Marik Ishtar."
After being introduced, Hagrid motioned that they follow him.
"Don't 'ave to look hard to find Diagon Alley," he explained as the three boys trudged after him. "Just 'ave to go through the Leaky Cauldron, first; yeh boys need to sign in first. I reckon Tom the innkeeper might 'ave some rooms."
"But don't we need to go to London?" asked Ryou.
"Yep," answered Hagrid. He casted a side-look and smiled. "Just follow me."
After an exhilarating ride on top a large motorcycle that Hagrid had borrowed from a fiend years ago, (Marik suppressed a little jump as he saw the familiar vehicle) they entered the Leaky Cauldron, where Tom the Innkeeper directed them to their rooms.
Now that Hagrid had left, Yugi, and Ryou stared out of the window of the room they were sharing. Ryou had per cautiously asked to join Yugi, as he wished not to give his yami any opportunity to get out of hand. Night had fallen as a peaceful bliss outside, unlike the constant bustle in Domino City.
"Thanks again, Yugi," said Ryou as he closed the window.
"No problem," replied Yugi as he drew the curtains. "I think Yami was glad that you thought of the idea; I think Yami thought Bakura would be trying to smuggle beer or something from downstairs."
"Let's not try to give my yami any ideas," smiled Ryou wryliy. Smiling, Ryou and Yugi decided to go to bed, and intended to do their shopping later, after they had some shut-eye. Ryou reckoned that it was probably early in the morning; within a few hours they had to wake up again anyways.
To sleepy to unpack their things, Yugi and Ryou collapsed onto the beds and slept soundly.
/How do you like it so far, Yami?/
It is...rather tranquil here, said Yami quietly from his soul room.I think it's a wonderful place.
/That's great/ yawned Yugi.
Go to sleep, aibou, soothed Yami with his low, assuring voice. You have been taking over a lot today; go to sleep and I will handle anything that gets out of control.
/Thanks Yami.../ and before long, Yugi dozed off.
Ryou retreated to his soul room, eager to get some sleep. Bakura was already secluded in his soul room, either sleeping or plotting, Ryou had no idea. They were beginning to doze when a voice called out softly.
"Ryou?"
Ryou and Bakura were alarmed. At first, Ryou thought it to be Bakura calling him, but the harsh tomb robber had never used such a considerate tone in his voice. Bakura awoke, hissing in surprise as to the stranger's voice. Who else could possibly possess Ryou's body except him?
Ryou quickly hurried out of bed and scuttled towards the voice, his heart beating. If it was another yami...he shuddered to think about it.
When he opened the door, he saw Bakura across the hall, looking wary and dangerous. They both turned their faces to look to the left, and saw....
"Sirius!" gasped Ryou
"You!" yelled Bakura. "What are you doing here?"
Sirius frowned at Bakura's obvious hostile attitude. "I doubt that's any of your concern," remarked Sirius as he turned to Ryou.
"Whatever that is intruding my body is my business," snapped Bakura.
"My body," corrected Ryou. He stared at Sirius, who was throwing venomous looks at Bakura. "What are you doing here, Sirius? How did you get out o f the shadow realm?"
"I'm still there," said Sirius bitterly. "Before you left I performed a spell so that we could communicate each other through a mental link."
"What now, are you capable of accessing my hikari's body?" asked the spirit of the Millennium Ring from behind..
"No," said Sirius. "Not that I am that desperate to be alive," he added, throwing Bakura a dark look. "Five-thousand-year-old-coot," he muttered under his breath as he faced Ryou again.
"That's a five-thousand-years your senior," snapped Bakura back. "So pay some respect here."
"One who possesses another person's body so forcefully does not deserve respect," retorted Sirius. He looked back at Ryou.
"I can only visit you while you are in your subconscious, Ryou," he explained, still frowning at Bakura's retorts. "As you said....it's rather lonely there, in the Shadow Realm. Though I can't tell whether or not it's worse than Azkaban."
"Please, come in," gestured Ryou to his soul room. Sirius shot Bakura another look before entering.
"You wouldn't like his room," explained Ryou. "It's....rather scary."
"There will be no need to visit," said Sirius, sitting on the bed. "By the looks he's always giving me, he'll most likely attack me with various weapons the moment I take a peek."
Bakura leaned against the door of Ryou's soul room, with a dead serious smirk.
"Most likely he will," said Ryou seriously. Sirius blinked.
"Where am I, anyways?" he asked. "Out of all of the mental communication spells I've ever done, I've never seen one with a room before."
"It's called a soul room," explained Ryou, sitting down as well. "Everyone has one. It's possible that you haven't discovered yours yet."
Sirius nodded. "Nice place," he commented. "How have you been?"
Ryou smiled. "Great. I'm off to a wizarding school called Hogwartsl. I'm in Diagon Alley, right now."
Sirius looked at Ryou at the mention of the word "Hogwarts".
"Hogwarts?" he repeated. "I used to go there."
"Really?"
Sirius nodded. He was hit by a sudden image of Harry, and his expression fell dramatically "I used to be quite the trouble maker there...with my godson's father."
Bakura snorted at the word "trouble maker".
"Who's your godson?" asked Ryou.
Sirius said nothing.
"I'm sorry," apologized Ryou quietly.
"It's alright," said Sirius, looking alarmingly dark. "I'm not even sure how I managed to get into the Shadow Realm; there's no point in worrying him. My godson has this tendancy to save the ones he loves when he know they're in danger. An admirable trait, but I don't want to worry him, now that he has so much in his hands. I'm sure I'm capable of getting out here by myself, but I'm not even sure how I got into the shadow realm."
"Would you like to go back to the real world?" asked Ryou, of course knowing the answer.
Sirius took a surprisingly long time to reply. Finally, he said, "Yes. Despite the fact that if I do go back, there would not be much of a free life to live, unless I've been in the Shadow Realm so long that they've forgotten that I'm an escaped convict who had committed a mass murder so many years ago. I don't think I can remember when was the last time I had the chance to meet a stranger without them gasping and running off in the other direction."
Bakura snapped his head up. "Mass murderer?" he asked, his eyes gleaming.
"I was innocent," said Sirius sharply. "It's far too confusing right now to explain, especially to the likes of you."
"Watch your mouth," snapped back Bakura. "That's pathetic. You couldn't get escape only so many years?"
"You try living in Azkaban for a day," snapped Sirius, with an ugly look on his face. Bakura only replied with a evil smirk of his own. Sirius blinked at Bakura's look and shook his head.
"Is he...ah... a bit...?" he tapped his head at Ryou.
Ryou smiled. "A little bit," he admitted.
Sirius continued. "But I'd rather go back. I would love to see my friends again; and also help ..." he stopped abruptly.
"Help what?"
Sirius casted a dark look at Ryou. "It's nothing," he said.
Ryou smiled comfortingly. "Don't worry, Sirius, we'll get you out of the Shadow Realm," he said. "My friend Yugi's promised to help already. We'll get you out as soon as we can, right , yami?"
Bakura narrowed his cold eyes at Ryou, but the white-haired gentle teen ignored.
Ryou began to yawn. Sirius looked at his friend with concern.
"I think I'd better go, then," said Sirius, rising. "You'd need sleep."
Ryou smiled tiredly. "I promise you, we'll get you out of the shadow realm as soon as possible."
Sirius looked back at Ryou. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone that I can communicate so in your head. Right now, times are dark, and if any foreign magic that even looks threatening, the ministry will be after your head and claim you to be in league with Voldemort."
"What has he done that's so scary again?" asked Bakura.
"Only killed hundreds of innocents and wreaked absolute deadly havoc and attempted to rule the world by torturing people," said Sirius easily, obviously sarcastic.
Bakura laughed suddenly.
Ryou promised. "I'll tell only Yugi, is that alright?" he asked. "Yugi and Marik are the only ones who know of shadow magic right now."
After some time, Sirius nodded his head, and left.
Ryou and Bakura followed Sirius into the corridor, when they came across another room. Sirius peered inside.
"That's your soul room!" exclaimed Ryou.
"Or half of it," put in Bakura with scorn.
The room was slightly dark, with mysterious shadows looming, and images of various close relations. The room was decked with elegant, old-fashioned hardware, casually mixed with a bit of dark modernization. All the furniture in the room looked smudged at the edges, as though the room was slowly melting into the shadows.
"Enjoy," smirked Bakura. "That's your soul room. The other half of it is probably with the shadows along with your soul there, since you are merely communicating with us through a mental link."
Ryou looked up at Sirius. "You can stay here," he said.
Sirius looked at Ryou, and smiled. "Good night," he said, and entered his soul room.