Author Note: Don't hurt me! I should really be writing for my digimon fic but I have got the hugest writers block for it...so I worked on this! Much to the pleasure of the readers, ne? I hope that you all enjoy this chapter, but be forewarned that from here on in there will be spoilers for the sixth book. Please enjoy the fic and don't forget to hit the small button on the left hand side at the bottom of the page. Thank you for choosing Sugar Fairy fanfiction...
"Yami?" Yuugi called out, pressing his hands against the cold closed door of Yami's soul room.
"Yami!" Yuugi called out again, a sliver of worry worming its way into Yuugi's voice.
Why wasn't he answering? Why couldn't Yuugi feel their connection? Why did he feel like he was lost and missing a piece of himself?
"Yami!" Yuugi shouted out desperately, hysteria sinking its claws all to quickly into the young man leaning against the unmoving stone door.
"This isn't funny...please!" Yuugi begged the door, hoping, praying it would open and let him have back the other half of his soul.
Silence answered him and the young man began to break. Silvery tears began to trickle down his cheeks as the boy bit back sobs. He slid himself as close as he could, as if seeking to pass through the heavy door that seperated him from his dark half.
"Yami!" Yuugi finally sobbed, fingers seeking purchase as he tried to hug the door that had always been there, even if he hadn't known it was always there. After all, its rather hard to find something when you don't know what you're looking for.
He was undisturbed in his own mind and was allowed to cry freely until even his mental form collapsed from the loss. Yuugi could not go on anymore so his brain finally just shut down, allowing the young man sanctuary in oblivion.
Consciousness came slowly to Yuugi and his whole body felt as if it were made of lead. His eyes didn't want to open and he was almost content to stay in the current soft floaty place that he was in. Except even completely unawares Yuugi knew something was amiss. Because something was missing...something precious...something...
YAMI!
Violet eyes shot open and a strangled cry escaped his lips. His hands moved to his chest to grab the heavy gold pyramid that always rested there only to have his fingers meet soft cotton. Eyes still wide, Yuugi sat bolt right up and looked around frantically for the golden puzzle that had housed the spirit form of the darker half of his soul.
All around he saw empty beds and strange instruments that were foriegn to him. And finally, on the bedside table he found the puzzle and chain sitting serenely on the top orf his school uniform and his belts. Reaching over Yuugi plucked the heavy millenium item up and cradled it close. Crystal droplets formed at the corners of his eyes as an old ache in his mind and chest made itself known.
Yami wasn't in the puzzle, wasn't anywhere near. What had happened to him? What was keeping the dark spirit from his other half?
While Yuugi slipped further into his mind, the painting above him scurried off to inform Madam Pomfrey that her patient that had been out for a week was finally up. The young maid returned to her painting with a scowl on her face. She was not some menial messenger. That stupid red haired child was supposed to have been here? Where the heck had he gotten to? The maid hoped he got eaten by something...stupid man...leaving such tasks to such a delicate girl!
When Madam Pomfrey came out of her office she found the boy curled in a solid ball clutching the strange pendant that he had been wearing when those idiot Ministry people brought this child to her. He was holding it so tightly that his knuckles had turned bone white.
As she got closer she saw crystal tears running down pink cheeks. She started to make soothing noises once she was close enough to be heard and wrapped her arms around small, slender shoulders and started to rock the boy gently in a very comforting manner. One hand had moved to rub slow circles on the boy's back and the other moved to rest on the boy's hand. All the while, Madam Pomfrey had not let up on her soothing sounds.
When Madam Pomfrey looked down she saw that the boy had opened his eyes and was staring up at her. She had to fight to stiffle the gasp that tried to escape her as she saw the raw grief and pain in those expressive violet eyes.
"There, there now. What's the matter? I don't suppose you could share your name with me, hm?" Madam Pomfrey asked, pulling away and taking a step back to give the boy some room. A confused look broke across his face, and he looked so small and vulnerable on the infirmary bed.
Yuugi was watching Madam Pomfrey intently, trying to figure out who she was and if she had anything to do with why he was in such a peculair room with out his other. And it really didn't help matters that this woman apparently spoke English instead of Japanese like a sensible person. Yuugi only knew some basic English(mostly swears) and a few phrases from Ryou-kun.
He finally decided to reply with the first thing that Ryou-kun had taught him to say.
"I am sorry, but I don't speak english" Yuugi said slowly and carefully in heavily accented English.
Madam Pomfrey mentally groaned. Why? Why? Why? Oh this was going to complicate things for sure. Language was not something that could be learned by magic, like all things of the mind there were no short cuts. It would be slow going from here on in.
"Madam Pomfrey" Madam Pomfrey said, gesturing at herself. She then pointed at the boy who was watching her and hoped that he caught on. A light sparked in deep purple eyes.
"Mouto Yuugi" Yuugi said pointing at himself. Hopefully he could figure out a way to ask this weird lady where he was...and how to get back to Domino. Then he could figure out who seperated him from Yami...
Madam Pomfrey moved to the foot of the bed where there were several potions waiting for Yuugi to wake and take. One of them was a basic nutrient potion, which the Mediwitch was busying herself with. While she mixed a few things into the potion she tried not to think about the pain she had seen in those lovely eyes. She hated not being able to ease suffereing, but there was not much she could do to help the boy right now. Perhaps they could get someone to make a translation charm once they found out what language the boy spoke. But then they would have to find someone who spoke english and whatever the boy spoke...
As she poured the potion into a cup for the boy to drink, Madam Pomfrey's mind drifted to what happened in the past week. Just yesterday was when the new Minister of Magic was sworn in...and now there would be drastic changes...
Turning back to the boy, Madam Pomfrey shunted the thoughts to the back of her mind. Potion in hand, the agin Mediwitch saw that the boy was looking at his pendant again with a lost, dispirited look. Standing next to the boy once again, she offered him the potion cup.
Yuugi looked at the cup and then at Madam Pomfrey before he politely shook his head no. He didn't know where he was or who this Madam Pomfrey was. For all he knew she was the reason that he couldn't reach Yami! Though he wasn't getting any bad vibes off of her...
Madam Pomfrey raised her right eyebrow and put her free left hand on her hip as if to say 'What is this, young man?'
And Yuugi was suddenly struck with the thought that Madam Pomfrey looked terribly like a doctor.
He reluctantly took the cup and looked at what was inside of it. It looked exactly like cherry cough syrup. Viscosity and all. Did he really have to drink this red stuff? He didn't have a cold, though he did feel light-headed and not quite himself, not to mention he absolutely despised the sickly sweet taste of the stuff.
Yuugi gave Madam Pomfrey a disbelieving look that was clearly 'You have got to be kidding me'.
Madam Pomfrey's eyebrow rose higher and Yuugi found himself reluctantly bringing the cup to his lips. He scrunched his eyes up, praying to the deity's who were listening that his trust wasn't miss placed and he wasn't about to down poison. He swallowed all of the cough syrup looking drink in one go. His eyes opened, startled at the taste.
Yuugi looked at the cup and then up at the woman who gave it to him. It tasted like mango juice! And he didn't feel dizzy amd weak any more!
Madam Pomfrey took the cup and left Yuugi to his amazement.
Yuugi suppressed a wince as he thought of what Yami and his Grandpa would say if they ever found out he had drinken something a stranger had given him. Not a stranger! His mind argued. He knew her name, didn't he?
Yuugi shifted and felt the puzzle fall out of his lap. Lavender eyes teared as the light half of an ancient soul picked up the puzzle to hold it against his heart.
"Yami" Yuugi whispered forlornly, a silver tear making its way down the young man's cheek. His hand wiped the tear away and Yuugi closed his eyes taking a deep breath. He had to stop this moping, it wasn't going to get him any closer to Yami.
Yami was undoubtedly going through the same thing with out his light.
Yuugi made a descision. It was time to be strong and stop crying. He had exsisted with out his darkness' presence before and he could do it again. He would be strong. He would find his Yami. And they would be together again.
In his office, Albus Dumbledor was reading a letter from the new Minister. In the letter, Rufus Scrimgeour-the new Minister of Magic-wrote of how after a quick visit to the Muggle's Prime Minister, he and two Ministry officials would be coming to investigate.
They would be trying to find out as much as they could, to see if hopefully there was some way that the summoned could help them.(Even if it was Fudge who did the summoning, the Ministry couldn't pass up the opportunity of the boy. There was of course a distinct possibility that the child would be useful)
Dumbledor set the letter down and leaned back in his large over stuffed chair. He didn't aprove, but he would let them in. There was entirely to much to do and he didn't have the time to play the game of politics with Scrimgeour. He had a new Potions teacher to find...well not really new. Horace Slughorn had taught Potions at Hogwarts before, but it was the matter of actually finding the man that was going to prove to be difficult. Dumbledor had also recieved a letter from Molly and Arthur Weasley imploring him to let Harry stay with them at the Burrow this summer. His thoughts were interupted when Madam Pomfrey's voice floated over to him from his moderately sized fireplace.
"Yes Poppy?" Dumbledor asked, turning away from his desk and putting his thoughts on hold for the brave woman who ran the school's infirmary.
"The boy has woken up, Albus. He seems to be fine physically, but there is something hurting him...he acts like his whole world has been crushed. Do you think maybe he lost his parents to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named? He didn't seem startled at all by the infirmary..." Madam Pomfrey said softly, a small frown on her face.
"I see...has he said anything at all?" Dumbledor inquired politely, always politely...while his good hand stroked his white beard and his deadened black one rested in his lap.
"All he said was that he doesn't speak english. And his name is Mouto Yuugi" Madam Pomfrey said while she watched Dumbledor's face.
"Excellent, it will give Severus and myself something to do. Perhaps our combined knowledge of language will figure out the boy's mystery language" Dumbledor said, his eyes twinkling merrily at the prospect of bothering his soon to be Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. It was ever so much fun to needle the much younger man into something he wasn't prepared to do. Oh how Severus liked to plan and plot. Everything had to go according for that man...Dumbledor smiled slightly to himself and dismissed Poppy.
Hopefully they could gather all the pieces of this puzzle before the Ministry got involved and managed to make a mess out of everything.
Dumbledor's last thoughts as he left his office were 'I wonder what young Percy Weasley is doing...'
And deep within the Ministry of Magic, one Percevial Weasley was desperately trying to organize everything for the new Minister. There was something that was itching at the back of his mind...wasn't there something he was supposed to be doing? Oh well, whatever it was couldn't possibly be more important than this. After all, its not everyday that a new Minister of Magic is found within five days. So very much paperwork...