Anaya's Creator: Here's chapter five!

Kaiba: Don't you have tests to be studying for?

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Chapter 5: Girl with the Hex

"Your O.W.L's, which you will be taking at the end of this month, are a simple matter to take care of. As for you new students, you will have a studying partner whom has been here for the past five years to help you catch up," McGonagall explained as he stood in front of the fire.

It was after dinner and Yugi, Seto, Lara, Sakura, Ryou, and Britts had all congregated in Professor McGonagall's office where Professor Dumbledore and she were telling them about the O.W.L's a.k.a. Ordinary Wizarding Levels.

"Mr. Bakura, you will be paired up with Miss Brittany Trifler," Professor Dumbledore said.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

"Mr. Motou, you will be studying with Miss Carole. And Mr. Kaiba, you and my niece will work together. "

Perfect, Sakura thought. I have to deal with Mr. Tall, Rich, and So-handsome-all-the-girls-in-the-world-want-me. Let's just call the Ministry now and say I failed the tests for all the studying I'm gonna get done.

"You will report here every night after dinner for one hour to study. I also highly suggest studying in your common rooms and dormitories as well as during your time in here," Professor McGonagall told them.

"However, tonight instead of studying, you should get with your partner and get to know him or her. Good luck to all of you," and with that Dumbledore left.

Within minutes the room was filled with friendly chatter. Yugi had moved over by Lara and was talking with her about his home back in Japan. Britts had mentioned that she was an artist, so she and Ryou were now looking at her sketchbook. Kaiba was the only one not talking; he just stared blankly at Sakura as she constantly tried to start a conversation between them.

"So how's Domino? I haven't been back home in so long. Anything changed in my six year absence?" (1) She received no reply so she tried again.

"So how do you like Hogwarts so far?"

Once again, there was silence.

Anger slowly mounting within her, she brought up another topic. "Professor Binns is a real snore, isn't he? He's so busy lecturing that he fails to notice over half the class has nodded off. How you and Hermione are able to sit there and pay attention all period is beyond me,"

Kaiba continued to ignore her.

What is this git's problem? Sakura thought furiously. Suddenly, she got an idea. "I bet I can stand on my hands longer than you," she challenged, easily flipping into a handstand.

"Must you insist on making a fool of yourself?" Kaiba asked.

Sakura's jaw dropped. "My God, he talks!" she exclaimed. In her surprise, her arms gave way beneath her and she landed on her head with a soft thump. Groaning a little, the white-haired demon pulled herself into a sitting position. "Yep; and, actually, it's quite enjoyable every once and a while."

Kaiba let out a vindictive chuckle. "You remind me of one of Yugi's geeks, the mutt Wheeler." His voice was seething with obvious dislike.

Two can play at that game, "And you remind me of some of the sadistic demons my father and I fought together, whose memories I keep alive by dancing on their tombstones."

Seto's eyes widened. Okay, this girl was pretty weird.

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"What's the most necessary ingredient in a Polyjuice Potion?"

"A bit of whomever you want to turn into,"

"Yep."

It was two weeks later, and Sakura and Kaiba were quizzing each other in his dormitory before bed. They weren't studying in the common room because it had become quite crowded and noisy; also if the two of them were seen alone together, they were mobbed by several unwanted looks and comments.

"What are two other names for monkswood?"

"Aconite and wolfbane,"

As time passed the pair's dislike of each other had eased to polite cooperation and, though the two were hesitant to admit it, an odd sort of friendship. They had quite a few things in common; they had even gone to the same elementary school back in Japan.

Seto found himself slowly opening up to the demon-girl. Sure, she was strange and had a tendency to forget things, but at least she wasn't some screaming idiot fan girl. Unlike most of the girls he had met, she seemed to have a sensible head on her shoulders, though shecould berather stubborn.

Sakura's opinion of Seto had changed as well. She was finding him less and less to be the spoiled git she had thought him to be and more and more someone who was simply misunderstood, not that he let anyone try to understand him. And thanks to his help, she might actually remember what she learned these past five years instead of forgetting it all as soon as a test paper was put in front of her, which was what normally happened.

The albino looked at her watch and her eyes widened. "Whoa, it's getting late. I'd better get to bed."

"It's only nine thirty though,"

"I value my sleep."

"Right, that's why you come back to the Tower at six thirty in the morning sweating like a hog from doing only God, knows what."

"You make it sound like I've been doing something horrible."

"Well, why is it that you get up so early?" Kaiba found himself intrigued by her mysterious morning ventures in spite of himself.

"That's for me to know and for you to boggle your brains out over. Come on Stitch, it's time to go to bed,"

Stitch, who had been crawling and rolling all over the room, climbed onto Sakura's shoulder as she gathered up her things.

"Good night, Kaiba"

After she had left, Seto noticed a small, black, leather bound book that hadn't been there before. It looked like the notebook that Sakura always had with her, was it hers? A quick flip through the aged yellowing pages confirmed that theory. The pieces of paper that were written on were covered with her tiny—and sloppy—script. He put it on the nightstand next to his bed and making a mental note to himself to return it to her the next day, grabbed his laptop. The screen lit up as the Kaiba Corps logo flashed across an ocean blue background. Professor McGonagall had been right, as soon as he installed the chips in his cell phone and laptop, they worked perfectly as if he were back home in Japan. When it had finished loading, Seto suddenly found himself staring at not his normal desktop, but at the face of an aqua- haired teen with blue eyes.

"Hey Seto," the face said. "Miss me?"

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Sakura entered her dormitory expecting it to be empty, but instead she found herself facing her friend Lara. "Why are you here so early, L? You okay?" she asked, using Lara's nickname.

"I'm fine, Fangs; how's studying with the infamous Seto Kaiba?"

"It's alright. Surprisingly, he's not at all like my first impression led me to believe."

"Ooo, is our vicious little Fangs having a change of heart?" Lara inquired, raising an eyebrow at her friend suggestively.

"What I'm saying, is that he's a nice guy once you get to know him," Sakura answered firmly.

"Sure, that's what you say."

Sakura's blood orbs flashed dangerously. "Don't get any ideas, L." she warned as she started changing into her pajamas.

"You know you like him, Fangs. You're just afraid to admit it."

"Don't push me; L. Tomorrow's the full moon."

"Oh, I'm so scared,"

"You should be." Sakura then collapsed into her bed and said no more.

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Pain seared across Sakura's face as she hit the ground with tremendous force. Her shoulder was probably bruised and she could taste the blood in her mouth as the inside of her cheek bled.

Regaining her focus, she looked around her tormenters. She was surrounded by a group of men in servant's dress.

One of them grabbed her by her hair—which was still white, but tied back in several braids—and pulled her near his ugly face. "We told you to get us a full jar of water, demon wench. Not one half full." He pushed her to the floor.

She opened her mouth to explain, to beg for forgiveness, but no words came out. She was mute.

"Hey boss, she can't talk."

"Perfect, we could have some fun with her and nobody'd ever know."

The group parted and revealed a man (who was obviously the leader) with messy gold-blonde hair and light blue eyes, no to mention huge muscles which could easily send her into a world of hurt. He knelt in front of her and one of his large callused hands reached under her chin, lifting her head up to face him.

"It's okay, sweetheart. If you cooperate, you won't get hurt," he coaxed, his voice feigning gentleness.

Sakura felt like she was going to be sick. Get hurt? She was already in plenty of agony, no thanks to him and his goons. Her face contorted in discomfort as the brute ran his other hand down the other side of her face that was still stinging from being struck,

"You got a pretty face, know that?" he told her, letting his eyes wander across more than her face.

"Let go of that servant girl, you slime," said a deep voice from behind the gang.

"And what are you going to do if I don't," her captor replied, not noticing that his cronies were beginning to back down and a few moments later, they scattered.

The blonde let go of Sakura and turned around to look at who had made his men disperse.

Standing there was a tall, slender man, dressed in priest garments. His gaze shone like a cerulean fire and what could be seen of his hair was gleaming chestnut. He looked so much like Seto and in his hand, was what looked like a double-headed ax forged from gold with an eye between the blades.

"High Priest Seto!"

"That's right you, scumbag," The young man smirked and aimed his scepter at the rogue. There was a flash of blinding light and his victim collapsed in a heap. "Come with me, girl. I'll get you to a healer," the priest said and began to walk away.

Terrible shaken, Sakura sat there for a moment, staring after her rescuer.

He must have realized that she wasn't following him because he stopped walking and told her: "Or you could just remain here."

She shook her head vigorously and leapt to her feet.

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"Curse you Harry," Sakura muttered the next morning on the way to Charms.

"What did I do?"

"I think your plague of having weird dreams has passed on to me." Sakura's eyes wandered over to Yugi, who looked lost in space. "Yugi, you okay?"

Yugi didn't answer; he just kept staring off into no where, his eyes misted over.

Ryou poked him on the back of the head. "Hey, Earth to Pharaoh's hikari."

Pharaoh's hikari? Lara wondered.

"Oh, does this belong to any of you?" Sakura asked, reaching into her robes and pulling out a small golden ball with an eye-shaped symbol on it, the Millennium Eye.

"It's mine." Bakura said, having kept his control over Ryou since poking Yugi. He barged forward to take the golden ball from her hands, but Sakura dodged him.

"Can I at least know what this thing is?" she asked as she stepped aside and passed it to Lara.

"It's obviously something important," Lara concluded, mischievous glimmers lighting up her dark eyes as she tossed it back to the demon girl.

Yugi grabbed her wrist and Sakura found herself looking not into violet eyes, but deep crimson ones.

"You're not Yugi," she said as Yami plucked the sphere from her hands.

"That's correct."

"That Item belongs to me, Pharaoh."

Sakura turned, and saw that Ryou's eyes had changed as well. Also some of his hair was sticking up. Britts, who was closest to him, stepped back a little. "And you're not Ryou," she said. Why are you calling Yugi 'Pharaoh'? This is just too strange."

"Perhaps we should discuss this some other time," Kaiba commented, holding Bakura by the back of his robes to keep him from charging at Yami. "It's nearly time to get to class."

"You got a point. Let's meet in the library when classes end," Hermione suggested.

"Deal," Sakura snatched the Millennium Eye back from Yami and they resumed walking to class.

The group had almost reached Professor Flitwick classroom when Sakura felt intense pain on her right arm. It felt as if a circle shaped razor was pressing against her skin. There was a sensation of a thick liquid flowing from the place. She was bleeding; the scent of her blood was unmistakable. A hiss of pain escaped her lips and she needed to lean against the wall for support.

Having heard her, Seto turned. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's just a bad muscle spasm."

The others had turned around as well by that time.

"Go on ahead, I'll catch up with you in a moment," she insisted.

As the others departed Britts and Lara stayed to help her friend. "Is it time?" Britts inquired.

"Yep,"

"What should I do?" Lara asked

"Think of an excuse for Professor Flitwick and the guys."

Lara nodded and dashed inside the room as Britts and Sakura made their way to the hospital wing.

When they got there Madam Pomfrey asked no questions, she had gotten used to Sakura's monthly visits. She had the demon teen sit on one of the beds and took her arm out of her robes and the crisp white shirt underneath them, revealing a full, tan-colored circle with thick red blood oozing from the edges on her upper arm just below her shoulder. The nurse mopped up the blood and wrapped some bandage around the marking. "You know the routine, Miss Yasha. Return before lunch and dinner so I can redress the wound. And I will have a new uniform for you tomorrow morning."

Sakura nodded and she and Britts walked back to Charms.

Seto was sitting in Charms class with Lara as his partner. "Where's Sakura?" he asked in an undertone.

Lara sighed. "I already told you, Kaiba. She and Britts had to go to the bathroom. Now stop asking and concentrate."

Oh really? Kaiba thought.He had caught a glimpse of her and Britts hurrying off together, and it wasn't in the direction of the bathrooms. He made a mental note to ask Sakura about it later.

At two, the gang met again in the library, hidden from other students by the bookcases.

"So what is this thing?" Sakura asked, pulling the Millennium Eye out of her robes.

"It's mine," Bakura said, lunging at her.

Sakura dodged then grabbed the front of his robes and slammed him against the bookcase. "First, tell me what the hell this thing is and why it's so damn important!" she demanded maliciously.

Kaiba and Yugi gaped at her while Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Lara didn't look the least bit surprised.

Britts charged forward. "Sakura, please control yourself."

Sakura blinked as if she just realized what she had done. She let go of Ryou's robes. "I'msorrywhoeveryouare," she apologized quickly.

"So what's so significant about this thing?" Britts asked, gently prying the orb from Sakura's fingers and handing it to Yugi.

Yami took control and held it in his palm for everyone to see. "This is the Millennium Eye. Its origins lie in Ancient Egypt like my puzzle." He gestured to the upside down pyramid he always wore around his neck.

"May I see?" Britts requested.

Yami nodded, took off the puzzle, and handed it to her.

"Fangs, did Dumbledore ever tell you about these things?" Lara inquired.

"Not much more than Yami's already told us. There's supposed to be seven Millennium Items all together and they're said to be pretty powerful objects.

The three girls scanned the pendant with scrutinizing eyes. "I think I got it!" Britts exclaimed. "I sense two spirits within this item, one light and one dark, for lack of better terms. Sakura, Lara, anything?"

Sakura didn't answer. She stared intently into Yami's eyes, blood red piercing through violet-crimson. She breathed in deeply through her nose a few times then backed away. "Well, it's safe to say that you aren't a demon," she concluded. "You're scent is definitely human... um, what should I call you?"

"Yami is fine."

"Yami, it is." Britts confirmed.

"So what about Ryou and his weird mood swings?" Sakura asked.

"What about you and the one you just had?" he argued.

"It's a long story," the girls answered simultaneously.

"Ryou possesses another Millennium Item, the Millennium Ring. It also is home to another spirit. We just call him Bakura; you can usually tell that he's in control whenever Ryou isn't acting himself like a few moments ago," Yami told her.

"If these Millennium Items are from ancient Egypt, you and Bakura must both be from there too." Hermione observed. "But how did you get into the items and why?"

"That is another long story," Bakura said.

"I got nowhere to go." Britts said. She turned to Harry, Ron, Hermione, Sakura and Lara, "You guys?"

"Very well then," Yami sat down on the floor and began explaining.

"Here we go again," Kaiba groaned.

Around an hour later Yami and the other three had finished.

Britts was wide-eyed. She took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let me see if I got it. Yami was a pharaoh in ancient Egypt and has no memory of his past life. Bakura was a thief and does have memories. Seto was the High Priest, but denies that he had anything to do with the past."

"Seems like yougot the gist of it," Yami told them, now a transparent figure beside his hikari. "Now Sakura, why in the name of Ra, did you attack Bakura?"

She got up and wandered towards the window. "It's the full moon tonight," was all she gave for an answer.

"So," Seto said.

Sakura stayed silent.

"It's a part-demon thing," Britts elaborated.

"Well, I got homework to do. See ya'll at dinner," Sakura said, and she dashed off to the Gryffindor common room. Britts and Lara soon followed.

"Those three," Seto grumbled. "We tell them our story and they still keep secrets."

"Relax, Kaiba; they will probably tell us when they are ready," Yami chastised.

Kaiba only grimaced.

That night after dinner, Sakura went off to the dungeons. The hallways she went down were nearly empty except for some suits of armor and the clunking of her heavy footsteps was the only sound echoed off the barren stone walls. Suddenly, she stopped. Her ears twitched as she took a deep breath. She could have sworn that she heard someone following behind her. "Show yourself," she demanded.

A few minutes passed and nothing happened, not able to waste any more precious time, the demon continued on her not so merry way.

As usual, Dumbledore was there to greet her. The stones that made up the dungeon she would spend the night in were a vulgar mixture of green, grey, and brown that glimmered sickeningly in the last of the sunlight that poured through a tiny square window that was barred off by three thick metal shafts. Not to mention, that they were stained with blood. Through the walls, she could hear rodents skittering about and in one corner she could see a rat scamper into a hole in the wall. Attached to one of the walls was a set of thick iron chains. Dumbledore locked them on her wrists and locked her inside just as the sun was just beginning to set. In the corner, just in reach of her was a freshly killed stag.

The sun finished setting and the full moon rose. As the moonlight fell across her face, Sakura felt her transformation begin. Her claws lengthened to over an inch long; black markings inched across her face above where human ears would be, spreading to her cheeks. The blood red tinge of her irises consumed her entire eyes and her pupils became slits. Her fangs grew slightly and all thoughts left her mind until all that remained was emptiness.

Her eyes fell on the corpse that had been left in the room and she scampered over to it. Some rats had already begun devouring it. She gave them one killing stare with a low growl and they scattered, but some of the unlucky ones were slain by her claws then her attention returned to the deer.

Sakura raised a clawed hand in the air, let out a loud howl, and dug into it gleefully.

Outside the dungeon, Seto Kaiba was leaning against the wall, horribly shaken and gasping for air; and for this cold-blooded C.E.O. that was saying something.

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(1) Yes, I know Kagome's origionally from Tokyo, but I changed that.

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