Yes, its a HP/YGO crossover. Wanted to try one for a while and finally had the time to type somthing up. Err...hope it's not terrible or anything
NOTES: This happens after the end of the whole series. So the Millenium Items are in the possesion of no one. I'm trying to make everything true to the original anime as possible.
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After serving its purpose a lone temple fell into ruins. Its majestic pillars, once standing strong and tall were now broken, little more than rubble littering the cold ground. The only thing not damaged was a part of the temple's northern wall, a large rectangular slab of stone, framed by two pillars crumbling with age. It was filled with hieroglyphics, and at its very center was the Eye of Wdjat, staring into the darkness, almost like a guardian to a now-destroyed magnificence.
This temple held a secret. One that started three thousand years ago, and was only once again discovered millennia after it was first created. But now, it was, once again buried, only a handful knowing of its existence.
The entrance was sealed with boulders, caused by a cave-in not too long ago. Its visitors then were to be its last. But now…
A pebble tumbled, the sound echoing throughout the empty room. Stone scraping on stone soon broke the silence even more. It almost seemed like the hidden temple would be buried even more under the sands of Egypt.
Suddenly, a thin ray of light pierced through a small crevice, the stones' movement had caused a small hole amongst the rubble. A foreign voice, not from an Egyptian's tongue could be heard muttering at the other side.
There was a sharp crack. The blocking stones glowed, red hot lines coursing around them.
A shout, followed by an intense explosion that expelled rocks everywhere.
A part of the room became bathed in moonlight. Shadows made it known that there were indeed people coming. They remained still for a moment, probably checking the scene out. And then, slowly, they stepped down unto worn steps, probably four or five of them in all.
One man had gone forward, not even waiting for the others to catch up. He was cloaked, all of them were. But for some reason, this man had a dark aura around him that gave him such an imposing air.
His gaze swept across the cracked carvings on the walls and at the ruins littered around the floor. Then he turned to one of his companions.
"Well? Where is it?" he said sharply.
The man the question was directed at shook involuntarily. He reached into one of his pockets and fumbled with a worn piece of papyrus. He squinted at it because of the dim lighting for a moment then looked up.
"They're suppose to be kept in a large tablet, sir…" he walked forward and extended the piece of paper. The man, obviously their leader, looked at it. The picture was sketchy, its details blurred, worn by time. But the general image was there, a stone tablet similar to the shape and look of a sarcophagus, curious shaped slots carved into it.
Without looking at the others, he said, "Look for it."
They obeyed immediately, scattering. Almost simultaneously, four new sources of light appeared, each of the men bearing one.
Their leader stayed still, his gaze still not leaving the picture in his hands. If what lay here was real, then it would answer all his problems…and more. These golden items, they held such power that it surprised him that he had never learned of its existence before. And to think it was by mere chance that they came upon that underground settlement that led to his discovery of the long-buried secret. Maybe he was finally being graced with the means for the victory has every right to claim.
Though this may be a mere myth, he doubted that the people living at the settlement would've put up such a fight to drive them away if it was so. They actually lost a number of Death Eaters to the group. One would think that they would have no trouble against such pathetic muggles, especially since this particular group had possessed not one of those devices harboring what they called 'technology'.
They were indeed a strange bunch, very unlike the muggles he was used to seeing littering the streets in London, in all of Europe actually. Their clothes were a dull light brown, a closed robe, mere loose garments that held no higher purpose than to cover one's body. A separate length of cloth hung around their shoulders, also forming a hood to cover their faces.
He didn't kill them at once. He was quite curious of this group's history.
It was very easy for him to enter their minds and gain all the information he wanted. He was very surprised by what he found out. A tradition, a secret thousands of years old, a family bound to serve an unnamed pharaoh, and lastly, the Millennium Items.
But the men's knowledge was limited, they being mere servants to the family given the task of preserving the memories of the pharaoh. Even the archive at the underground home was unhelpful to what he truly wanted to know. It did, however, provide him the location of the temple they were at now.
"Sir!" a shout rang out. "We found something."
He felt an almost hungry sort of anticipation boil inside him. Were the items really here?
The four men were all gathered at the end of the temple, he could see one of them peering at a very large hole in the ground. He raised a thin eyebrow skeptically.
One of his men, seeing his expression, scrambled forward, holding a medium-sized slab of stone, it seemed to be once a part of an elaborately carved statue, its face to be more exact. His eyes widened slightly as he realized that it was similar to that of the image in the piece of paper he was holding.
He looked around at their feet; the pieces of stone were all engraved with designs, parts of it. Had the tablet been destroyed? He looked at the dark pit before them. Maybe the items were there, only hidden.
Without a word, he took out a thin wooden rod, and without looking at his men said, "Take out your wands, and follow me."
He jumped into the darkness. The air whipped his cloak viciously as he fell. The dark was absolute, no one could tell where the bottom was or even if there was one. For all he knew, they could be plunging into eternal darkness, or were about to be flattened with the impact of hitting the ground that could meet their bodies at the next second.
Nevertheless, this did not bother him one bit. He waved his wand silently, and almost at once, his descent slowed down. He looked up, the others were behind him, slowly floating, having done the same.
He lit the end of his wand, the others followed his lead.
They found themselves in a large room, the walls filled with hieroglyphics just the same as the temple above. Everything seemed broken, crumbling; some sections of the wall were on the ground in pieces. It was as if someone had deliberately destroyed the place.
Finally, his feet touched the stone floor. He walked forward, and scoured the ground. There they were, more of the tablet's broken pieces.
His eyes wandered over to the walls and noticed something reflect the light coming from his wand.
A delicate ring was held by a slot in the wall, enclosed in the circle was a triangle wherein the image of an eye was at its center, five thin triangular points dangled below it. He stretched out his arm, and almost hesitantly took the ring from its place. When he had it in his hands he stopped, expecting for some kind of trap or enchantment to be activated. Strange enough, there was none.
He looked at the item in his hands. If this was here, the others would be somewhere here too.
"Look for the others."
His Death Eaters, hearing the command, once more split up they scoured the walls for any of the other artifacts.
And one by one, they found them
A scale, a necklace, a rod, an eye, and a key.
He could hardly contain the sheer happiness he was feeling as he looked at he Millennium Items like the most precious treasures in the world, which they probably were.
He had them, the key to defeating all those who opposed him. He smiled to himself, now that these items were in his possession, he would only need the knowledge as to how to use their power at its fullest.
He let his servants carry the items as he levitated himself up towards the hole. One by one, the others followed and slowly, the room was once again shrouded in darkness.
As they walked out of the hidden temple, he couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. Everything was going according to his favor. The Items were all in his possession, and acquiring them had been as easy as shopping for school supplies at Diagon Alley. Now, the next step was to find the head of those tomb keepers, since he had gathered from those he had performed Legilemency on, it was he that would bear most of the knowledge of these items.
Even this would be easy. He already had a name.
Yes, whoever this Malik Ishtar was, he would be receiving a very unexpected visit, courtesy of Lord Voldemort himself.
As the Death Eaters and their Leader had climbed out of the pit, they had failed to notice a metallic surface shimmering softly as they went away.
No one noticed, partly covered by the remains from the wall where it was supposed to be held, a golden pyramid, the most important of the Millennium Items.
Sorry if none of the characters made an appearance here, but I needed some sort of prologue first you know. Malik and probably Ryou Bakura will make their first appearance at the next chapter.