Gotc: Soooo…some of you are mad at me….
Ace: What tipped you off? The angry reviews or the people who wanted to choke you to death?
Gotc: The threats were especially colorful weren't they? Besides the point though. Right now I have far bigger news to celebrate! *Inhales deeply*
Ace: Uh-oh. For the love of god, if any of you cherish your hearing, cover your ears while you still have a-
Gotc: I'VE GOT 300 REVIEWS! 300! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 300 REVIEWS! EVERYONE DO THE HAPPY DANCE WITH ME!
Ace: Not a chance in He-
Gotc: Dance, slave!
Ace: *Mumbles curses and reluctantly dances* Whale! Get in here and do the disclaimer thing so Gotc doesn't go to jail! Wait, on second thought-
Squeaky: Squeak! (Too late! Nothing owned here folks! But you're all more than welcome to join in on the dancing! Woo! I'm going to go swim in the punch bowl!)
Harry Potter and the Order of the Rising Dragon
CHAPTER 27: Into the Fold
He never thought his lungs could burn like this. Every breath was a white hot mix of ash, smoke and heavy with the copper scent of blood. Still he pushed himself faster into the overrun palace, determined to catch up. His golden blade flashed more than once to cut down a demon that made the unfortunate mistake of getting in his way. But his kills were only one of many that had already cut a swath through the corridors of his home. The alabaster floors were nowhere to be found beneath the river of mixed ichor that flowed in the gaps between the bodies.
With every step his heart sank lower in his chest as he realized where this trail of destruction led. He uttered a silent prayer to every god he knew that he was wrong, that the piles of bodies would keep going past, but they were in no mood to listen today. He stopped in the doorway in time to hear a final gurgling gasp, and watch as a massive figure rose from the center of the room with two motionless figures at his feet.
"Ra please no…" His own voice felt foreign. His whole body shook uncontrollably at the sight, his eyes peeling back the crimson stains to see the faces beneath, "Rinowa….Marhya…."
He felt his hands shake even harder now, letting his fingers curl so tight around the hilt of his sword he thought it would shatter. He looked up from the sight at the man standing in the center of it all. In his hand rested an ebon blade dripping with fresh gore, the rest spattered across his armor. The man looked more demon than human, every pore of his body exuding a blood-lust that went beyond the depths of his imagination.
His helm swiveled slowly towards his visitor, the only part of his face visible were the two eyes that shone out from the shadows it cast. He spoke once, and only once. A deep language that caused the blood in his veins to run ice cold as the words filled the air…
"Noai ti-i saono noipaili li-isai aka-aino anoti ti-i kaotisa ti-inosailipaisa xaiti-i ino ti-i xaiapainos Cuosaliti-iano!"
/PHARAOH!/
"God Damnit Yugi! Wake up!" Kaiba shouted at the unmoving form of his rival.
"Get the hell out of the way, Priest!" Bakura hissed, seeing a distinct golden glowing eye starting to shine even through the dark colored robes of his fellow spirit. And it wasn't just the Puzzle that was going haywire. A sudden burn coming from his own chest, and an angry glow in Malik's direction all pulsed in reaction.
"Take the Puzzle off him before the whole damn school ends up in the Shadow Realm!" Malik hissed in Egyptian as he noted that the teachers were now rushing towards them.
"In front of half the school's teachers! They took the duel disks because they made a couple of duel monsters move!" Bakura barked back, "Care to wager what they'll do if I pull a Ra-be-damned mystic lantern from around his Highness' neck!"
Bakura tried again to shake the unconscious king awake, screaming into his mind in a near desperate attempt to rouse him.
((I swear Pharaoh, if you die now I'll head to the afterlife myself and kill you again!))
/Bakura!/ Yugi's voice echoed
((Yugi?! What in Ra's name is going on?!)) Bakura growled, ((And if you're still conscious, why aren't you taking over?))
/I don't know! One minute Yami was fine, and the next there's a flash and I'm locked in!/
((Did you see anything before you were put on house arrest?))
/Some kind of battle, I think. But before I was able to get a good look ,I ended up in here./
Bakura growled with frustration and let the Ring flare to life to try and break whatever seal was keeping the Pharaoh's brat in lock down. What he hadn't expected to happen was the backlash that threw him out of Yugi's head.
/Forget it Bakura,/ Yugi called, /Just get him some help and I'll keep trying to reach him from here./
Bakura growled at being beaten back so easily, but relented that this was hardly the time or place to force himself into what could very well be a breaking mind.
"Kaiba, do you think you could carry Yugi to the infirmary?" Bakura growled in defeat, as he turned to face a stunned Hermione.
Malik saw it too and for a moment the three of them could only stare. She had seen them. There was a slim possibility she hadn't comprehended it, but it was more likely she'd just turn them all over to whatever constituted the magical police. And since there was no way they would roll over so quietly-
"Good heavens!" McGonagall cried, rushing up to the scrambling group, "What happened?!"
Belief in magic or not, Kaiba had enough sense to hastily cover the glowing eye with another fold of Yugi's robes as the transfiguration teacher knelt to examine the unconscious teen. For once, none of them could think of a reasonable excuse that would explain a situation even they didn't fully understand. Kaiba glared up at the two Egyptians, the look on his face plainly saying: "This is your department. You tell her something."
Malik looked at Bakura for any kind of help, but found none even as a half-formed excuse started to tumble from his lips. They both knew no one would believe it. It would only be another second before someone else noticed the still burning glow coming from beneath Yugi's robes, and perhaps another few before someone recognized that the four of them were more than just ordinary students.
"H…he just-"
"He collapsed Professor," Hermione spoke up, her gaze lingering a moment longer on the others before she turned her full attention to the teachers, "Yugi's been complaining of a headache and not sleeping well for days. And yesterday he was out while it was raining, so he must have just fallen ill."
Malik and Bakura stared at the young witch now covering for them, almost unable to believe the words that were reaching their ears. Kaiba even seemed mildly shocked, but he masked it well enough and turned his attention to hoisting Yami's limp form off the ground. Still, they knew they weren't out of it yet as Umbridge caught sight of the commotion and waddled closer to inspect the scene.
"Ah-ha!" She sneered, pointing at the unconscious Pharaoh, "I knew those muggle contraptions were dangerous! Just look at what it's done to that poor child!"
"Then why am I perfectly fine?" Kaiba snapped back, having enough sense to know not only were they in a precarious situation, but that Yami's health was in peril as well. Not that he particularly cared for his rival or the company he kept, but he wasn't about to let some ancient magic fairy tale take out his adversary before he had the pleasure.
"Why dear," Umbridge reasoned, "You're obviously a bit heartier than your friend. Surely one so frail couldn't be expected to hold up as well under such a brutal trial."
"Delores, I think Ms. Granger might be right," McGonagall said, testing her hand against Yami's forehead, "He certainly feels warm to the touch. I think it would be best if you let Madam Pomfrey take a look at him. Hurry on and get him to the Hospital Wing!"
None of them waited for a second invitation. All four turned tail and set off for the nurse at a pace just under a brisk jog. Hermione didn't stop or slow down, but neither did she look back at the other three as she led the way through the halls. Bakura wasn't sure if he'd rather her confronted them then and there, or if the silence was a blessing in disguise.
[She'll want to know.] Malik's voice echoed his thoughts.
((Think of anything to tell her?))
[I was hoping you had an idea.]
Bakura grit his teeth in frustration. As much as he hated to admit it, he wished the Pharaoh was still conscious. Everything about the nameless king might have rubbed him the wrong way, but he had a god-given knack for working his way out of tight situations. But wishing wasn't going to do them any good. There was an overwhelming chance that Yami was in yet another memory and the fact that this one had actually caused him to collapse was not a promising prospect.
Their trek to the Hospital Wing was quick, and blessedly free of any prying eyes roaming the halls. As an added blessing, the Puzzle had stopped glowing, though the magic shifting around them had anything but abated. If anything, it was getting stronger, but for right now, all they could do was follow Hermione into the orderly room where an aging witch took notice of their arrival.
"Ms. Granger," She nodded curtly, "I should have expected to see you this year, though not quite so soon. You seem to be in order, so tell me, is it Mr. Potter or Mr. Weasley that seems to have gone and gotten themselves injured?"
"Neither ma'am," Hermione said turning and pointing to Yami, "He collapsed outside. He wasn't feeling well yesterday."
"I see," The nurse bustled around, "Lay him there on that bed and I'll have a look at him. A touch of the flu perhaps? Wouldn't surprise me with all this rotten weather…"
Kaiba did as he was told, laying Yami out on one of the clean, pressed hospital beds, as Madam Pomfrey came around the other side to get a better look at him. She was quick in her examination, two fingers against his neck, and a look in his eyes. She didn't bother with a thermometer for a temperature, but did place the back of her hand against his forehead as McGonagall had earlier.
"Well, I don't know about the flu," She said at last, straightening her apron, "But he's not well, that's for sure. I'll not ask what you lot were doing before he collapsed, but I suggest whatever it was you avoid it in the future."
"Is there anything you can do for him?" Malik asked anxiously. He and the Pharaoh had their past conflicts, but he was a friend to Yugi if nothing else. He knew from experience what affected the one would affect the other.
"I can give him a quiet bed and a day's rest," Came the reply, "And a little something from the local village to help perk him up once he's awake. But the best thing for him now's going to be a good respite. I suggest you all let him be for now and I'll watch over him. You can check back in a little while to see if he's woken up."
They were hesitant to leave, the threat of their secret being discovered still hanging over their heads. The order to leave didn't have much room for argument, and everything about the witch's demeanor suggested she was not the sort to tolerate any kind of word otherwise. Reluctantly, three left the room, while the fourth simply waited patiently until they were all out of earshot of the nearest room. She didn't say anything, instead crossed both arms and kept an even stare at the three that nicely conveyed anything that needed to be spoken.
"Not here," Bakura mumbled, using the ring to search for any who might hear them, "Somewhere more secure."
"You have fun," Kaiba shook his head, "I'll stay here if anything changes."
"Suit yourself."
Hermione only nodded and glanced around until her eyes fell onto the door of an unused classroom. She motioned for them all to come inside, and peered out to make sure no one had seen them enter before she shut the door. As soon as they were all shut in, Bakura summoned the shadows to engulf the room and everyone inside. The energy wasn't enough to pull them fully into the Realm itself, but enough to remove their presence so that they would have the chance to explain and take other measures if it became necessary. Hermione seemed started as the room suddenly fell darker and seemed to develop as an entity of its own.
"You're going to tell me what this is all about then?" She asked, her voice carrying a little anxiety.
[So, should you tell her?]
((Of course not. It's part of your heritage to pass this knowledge down to the next generation isn't it?)) The Thief King scoffed, ((I'd hate to deprive you of that experience.))
[Maybe when the Nile freezes over. You're going to help me with this, and I'm not asking.]
"We can only tell you as much as we know," Bakura said sternly, "And what we say is not to ever become common knowledge."
"Fine, but Harry and Ron should know about this too," She said defiantly, "They're just as close to this as I am."
"Alright, but if we think you've even so much as uttered a syllable of this in your sleep to anyone else, we will see to it that your life comes to a very unpleasant halt."
The only reply they received was a slight nod, and nervous sigh. Malik and Bakura exchanged a glance as they both brought their Items into the open for the first time since they had arrived in the wizarding world. Hermione looked at the gold in amazement, though she did not speak.
"I take it you don't know what these are," Malik noted her reaction.
"No, but they look old…and….Egyptian?" She said, not taking her eyes off of them.
"They are," Malik nodded, "These two are a part of a set of seven created several thousand years ago in the sands of Egypt. To those who know of their existence, they are called the Millennium Items. I and my sister hold one, Ryou holds the one you see and another, and Yugi holds one as well. There is another who holds two items, though he is almost as elusive as the winds that stir the desert sands."
"What about Seto?" Hermione said , "Doesn't he have one?"
"No," Malik rooled his eyes, "He doen't believe in anything he can't explain himself."
"Fine," Hermione shook her head, "What makes them so special though?"
"You told Cooper that the earliest mention of dark magic came out of Egypt," Bakura said, "Just how much of that do you know?"
"Not a whole lot more than that. People from nobles to commoners would show signs of the ability to use magic, though it was said that the priests of the king and the Pharaoh himself were the most powerful and most adept at controlling it."
Malik raised an eyebrow. He hadn't been expecting her to even know that much. After all, no one else outside of Item bearers ever had, but then again, if she knew that much already, then perhaps the next part of his story wouldn't traumatize her too badly.
"That's only the bare bones of part of the entire story," Malik explained, "The Millennium Items were created during a period of war and instability in Egypt as part of an effort to bring peace back to the country. Since the Pharaoh's army lacked the manpower to defeat Egypt's foes, his priests turned to magic. The seven Items became a way for the Pharaoh and his Priests to harness the magic of a realm that runs parallel to our own called the Shadow Realm."
"A Shadow Realm?" Hermione scoffed, but with a hint of unease behind the gesture, "There's no such thing."
"Really?" Bakura chuckled, "Haven't you noticed anything off about the room we're in right now? How the lights seem so far away, how there's no noise coming from the other side of the door. Or even how this room is empty, but our voices refuse to carry against the stone? This isn't even the Shadow Realm. If we had taken you there, you would have been confronted with things straight from your worst nightmares that would have been all too delighted to torment you until insanity seeped in as a last resort to save you."
At their mention, the Shadows seemed to take their cue from the other side of the thin barrier that separated them to creep a little more into the room. Bakura didn't seem to mind, feeling right at home amongst the darker energies, their presence serving to cast a darker look on the face of the King of Thieves. This time, any face Hermione had put on to stand firm in her demands, was shattered entirely the instant she saw the very air around her begin to writhe and twist.
"It is a realm of monsters and demons," Malik said holding up a card from his deck, "The Egyptians were the first to discover this through the creation of the Millennium Items and documented it in the stone tablets we find today. They were able to summon these creatures from this realm to our own to do battle for any reason their masters deemed fit."
Hermione stared at the card in Malik's hand, wide-eyed as the comprehension dawned on her in a sudden moment of realization.
"Your cards…." Hermione gasped, "They are real…"
"Not quite," Malik grinned, "What you saw today was truly nothing more than a clever manipulation of light to make the cards 'live'. The game's creator molded everything about Duel Monsters after the writings of the ancient Egyptians, from the rules right down to the depictions of the monsters they used to do their bidding. Anyone playing the game now needs Kaiba's projectors to simulate what the Egyptains did by magic….Except for us."
Malik uttered something under his breath in Egyptian, a golden glow emanating from his Rod to reveal a horned lizard in its wake. Now Hermione could tell the difference. The monsters before, while extremely intimidating, never really made her fear for her life. This thing before her now did, its eyes focused solely on her and plainly intended to pull her apart if only Malik would give it a single word. She thought her knees would collapse out from under her when Malik waved the Rod again, dismissing the beast back to wherever he'd called it from.
"Every Item has the ability to call forth monsters from the Shadow Realm, as well as open the realm as we have to bring others into it." Malik said offering his hand, noticing Hermione's unsteadiness, "However every Item possesses abilities….unique to itself. Strings attached to them."
"Unique?" Hermione nearly squeaked, "What are you talking about?"
"What my friend is trying to say is that surely you have noticed that I'm not the Ryou Bakura you knew when you first met us," Bakura said, continuing when he got a small nod from her, "That's because I'm not him. I'm a 3 millennia old spirit whose soul was bound to this Item, and consequently to Ryou when he came to possess it. I won't go into the details of it all, but I will say Yugi's in a similar situation."
"Truthfully, that makes more sense than anything else you've said so far," Hermione laughed weakly, rubbing her face, "And it certainly clears a lot up about the way you all have been acting…but, I saw that glow from Yugi's Item thing earlier when he passed out, so what does all of that have to do with what happened to him?"
"Yugi's spirit is different from myself," Bakura said, managing to keep a level tone at speaking of his rival, "His Item houses the Spirit of the Pharaoh who was responsible for sealing away the power of the Millennium Items 5000 years ago. The Shadows began to overwhelm he and his priests, so he sacrificed himself to lock it all away to save Egypt. In doing so, he also forfeited his name, memories, and identity. But ever since we've been here…He's been getting bits and pieces of them back."
"You seem awfully unhappy about that."
"In sealing himself away, he also sealed away the greatest threat of the Shadow Realm to never again see the light of day," Bakura growled, "It's a monster with power unlike anything the world has ever or will ever face again. If the Pharaoh is getting his memories back, it means that seal is weakening. Maybe even to the point of collapse if how violently they're starting to come over him is anything to judge."
Hermione put a hand to her head and went to put the other to the wall to steady herself, but suddenly thought better of it as the stone moved yet again. She hadn't been expecting a normal year; after all, she was friends with Harry and someone had been trying to kill them since day one it seemed. While she couldn't say she'd ever gotten used to having to look over her shoulder all the time, this sort of thing just seemed to be par for the course.
"Ok," She sighed, trying to coble everything together, "You are a 5000 year old spirit, living inside a piece of Egyptian jewelry that's part of a set of seven that can control and manipulate a whole other realm. Another spirit lives in Yugi's and he has no idea who he is, since he sacrificed himself to lock up that realm's worst monster, except now you think he's going to get out again?"
"Pretty much." Malik nodded.
"Does Yugi know about this?"
"Of course he does," Bakura scoffed, "Wouldn't you want to know why you were passing out in the middle of doorways?"
"He just seems too calm for all of this," Hermione tried to reason, "You all do."
"We have to be," Bakura growled, his patience with the whole conversation beginning to wear thin, "The Shadows don't like it that they are at the beck and call of mortals. If they sensed us wavering, even for an instant, they would consume us without hesitation. Your fear of the power we hold might be misguided, but that doesn't mean it's not well-placed."
"I suppose….but," Hermione just shook her head, "you all just don't seem like the type…"
A snort came from Malik and a disgusted look passed across the Thief Lord's face , as he turned to recall the Shadows threatening to completely take over the room.
"It's that kind of thinking that will get you killed faster than anything in this world."
/PHARAOH! PHARAOH WAKE UP!/
Reality was being stubborn. Everything kept shifting and spinning, making it hard to focus on anything in particular. That, and there was the fact Yami couldn't get that ominous voice out of his head. He could still hear it's words ringing around his skull, though their meaning was anyone's guess.
/PHARAOH!/
That was strange. He could still hear it, only now it sounded an awful lot like…
/Ngnh…Yu…gi?/
Slowly, Yami sat up and tried to focus on his surroundings, but only managing to prop himself up on one elbow before a dizzying wave of nausea hit him like a truck. He was fortunate they'd skipped breakfast for the duel, so there was really nothing for his stomach to force out, but that didn't stop it from trying to heave up what wasn't there. When at last his stomach did quiet down, Yami rolled back onto the bed he was in and closed his eyes again. He felt like he'd just run a marathon, and the way his head was pounding, he was inclined to believe it.
He retreated to his mind to escape the throbbing, and found his hikari anxiously awaiting him.
"Yami! What happened?"
"What are you talking about Aibou?" Yami asked puzzled, "Didn't you see-"
"No," Yugi cut him off, worry dripping from his every word, "One second you were fine, and the next, you collapse and I end up locked in my soul room."
"Locked in?!" Yami said, horrified. Granted he had the ability to do such a thing, but forcibly taking control of his host was something Bakura was known for, not him.
"I'm sorry Yugi…" He muttered, trying to sift though everything, "I didn't mean to…"
"I know," Yugi sighed, relief now creeping in, "But when you just collapsed…..I didn't know what to do. You shouldn't scare us like that."
"Us?"
"Bakura was about ready to break down your door and pull you out of wherever you were himself," Yugi chuckled a little.
"Now that's something I'd have liked to have seen," Yami joined him.
"Speaking of…" Yugi trailed off, not quite able to finish the sentence.
"It was worse than any of the other's Yugi…." Yami sighed, shaking his head, "The entire city, Egypt…everything was burning. And those two…..he just…."
"What two?"
"The two from the vision out on the Quiditch field," Yami clarified, his voice hollow as their bloodied faces crept back into his mind's eye, " I saw them again, but by the time I got there…he'd already….."
Yugi watched as Yami slid down the wall of their shared corridor and put one hand to his head. He seemed to be taking it all rather well, all things considered. But even Yugi couldn't get past just how tired Yami looked. He wasn't terrified by what he'd seen, but instead the look on his face was just haunted.
"He said something this time…." Yami said at last, more stability infusing itself back into his demeanor, "I didn't recognize the language, but I know I've heard something similar to it somewhere, but I just can't figure out where."
"Well it's good to see you're coming around!"
Yami blinked and wrenched himself from their conversation, to see who it was that was talking to him. He managed about a half-second glance, before the clean-pressed witch was fussing about him, pressing the back of her hand to his head, getting a look in his eyes, ears and down his throat before he could protest. She seemed to be doing everything at once, and threatened to make him dizzy again, when she finally stepped away and set something down next to his bedside.
"There you are dear," She said crisply, "A bit of Honeyduke's chocolate will help put some color back into your cheeks. You start eating that, and I'll go get your friend and let him know you've woken up."
/That was strange./ Yugi commented, materializing next to his darker half.
/Not as strange as this…/ Yami said, as he saw who it was coming through the door.
"It's about time you woke up," Kaiba growled, pulling up a seat, "Do you have any idea how close you made us all come to getting kicked out of here?"
"Sorry Kaiba," Yami snorted, "Next time I'll give you advanced notice. Where's Ryou and Malik?"
"With Hermione," Kaiba said, obviously displeased with their situation, "She's the one who thought of an excuse to keep the teachers from taking a closer look at you. Unfortunately, she wanted to know just what kind of freaks the rest of you are in return."
Yami sat back in the bed, resting his head against the wall. He'd hoped to have avoided this sort of thing from happening, but there was nothing they could do about it now except deal with it as best they could and move forward. It certainly could have been worse, after all, Hermione was smart and probably would have figured it out on her own sooner or later. At least this way, she'd be able to find out everything at once instead of drawing her own conclusions.
"How long have I been out?" Yami asked.
"About four hours," Kaiba said, checking the wall clock, "The others left right after we got you settled in here, so they should be just about….speak of the devil…."
The doors opened into the hospital wing for the second time, allowing the missing three of their group in to see their "ailing" friend. Yami wasn;t sure how much Malik and Bakura had told her, but he did have to admit she looked rather composed compared to what he'd been expecting.
"Have fun on your trip down Memory Lane?" Bakura scoffed, bringing up the rear of the group.
"Of course," Yami bit back, "Out-of-body experiences are always a riot."
"Terrific," Malik said, "So you'll tell us what you saw then?"
Yami sighed and looked at Hermione. He didn't like disclosing such information so soon after she'd learned the truth about them, but then again, perhaps a fresh perspective on the whole situation wouldn't be a bad thing to have on their side either. Besides, he'd have to get it out of the way eventually, and the fewer times he'd have to recite that Ra-awful scenario, the better.
They listened silently as Yami told them everything, detail by detail, despite the few interruptions by Madam Pomfrey when she drew within earshot of them. When he was done, Yami felt just as exhausted as he had when he'd first woken up, but at least they had another lead to go on now.
"Um…Yugi, or well do you have something I could call you so I don't get the two of you confused?" Hermione asked once he was finished.
"Yami will work just fine."
"Ok, Yami," She said with a small nod, grabbing a quill and rumpled scrap of parchment from the trash, "When the man spoke to you, you said it sounded familiar. Do you remember what he said?"
"Not really I'm afraid," Yami said a little frustrated with himself, "Noai something…Xiaputos Cuosaliti…."
"Cuosaliti?" Malik said, perking up at the word, looking over at Hermione, "That was the only word we managed to decipher from the scans!"
"Terrific,"Kaiba growled, "We know some foreign intruder marched into Egypt and all but took it by force, and now we know that some tomb was erected with his language written on it. How does this help us?"
"There might be a connection between what was written in that tomb and what's causing the flashbacks," Hermione said, finishing up her notes and carefully folding them, "But we've only got one word translated, and we don't even know if it's correct. How are we supposed to translate a tomb's worth of text?"
"Simple," Malik said, turning to look out the window, "We just need to find out exactly what language we're dealing with."
"If that's our starting point," Yami spoke up, "Then I know just the person for the job."
Gotc: DONE! And in comparison to my last update time, this was rather prompt if I do say so myself.
Ace: With you, there's no such thing. And you might have got it done quicker if you hadn't insisted on reading 25 volumes of Fullmetal Alchemist…
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