Chapter Six of Behind Bright Eyes
Disclaimer: In addition to not owing Yu-Gi-Oh! (Kazuki Takahashi) or Harry Potter (J.K. Rowling) or anything else copyrighted in this fic, Hikari and her alter-egos also don't own Marie Blackfelt or Wendi. Marie is owned by Random Person number three and Wendi is owned by Torina Archelda. Both have given her permission in using their OCs in this fic. Both also made up the age and the description, and Random Person number three also made up Marie Blackfelt's history. Random Person number three also owns Arina Arono. I also don't own the song Bring Me To Life. Evanescence does.
Author's note: Hello everyone, long time no write! Sorry life was so busy… but freshman year is, indeed, over, although sophomore year has begun; I shall try to indulge myself and my audience in the erotic exorcism of fanfiction… yes I do realized that that sentence did not make any sense, but I felt the urge to write it nonetheless.
By the time I post this, New Professors will have been completely posted and completed, and this will be extra long… I hope.
Keep up the loyalty and thank you! I know my updating skills leaves much to be desired, but also remember that since it's summer my father and I have been editing my book nonstop… the moment I hear from the publishers, I shall relay the news.
Also, I updated these last 5 chapters, so you might wanna check them out for any changes.
Oh hey -- please go and review my latest stories, the Happiness Is A Warm Gun Trilogy. There's three stories all up at once, read them in any order. Also, thanks for all the reviews on Leave -- I don't think I've ever gotten that many reviews for a one-shot!
Oh, and HAPPY ALL-HALLOW'S EVE. It's my favorite day of the year -- live it up! I was Jolene Nicholson (see Time To Dance).
TELEPATHY NOTE: Yet again, these are how people speak telepathically (the ones who can; italicized is thoughts only) – heck, I needed a reminder!
/Hikaris/ a.k.a. Yugi, Ryou, Malik
((Yamis)) a.k.a. Yami, Bakura
(((Other past figures))) a.k.a. Ceribi, Seto
(/(Special people)/) a.k.a. Harry, Joey, Arina, Hikari
Oh, and if anyone says anything together, it looks like this:
/((Hikaris and Yamis,))/
/(((Hikaris and other past figures)))/
/(/(Hikaris and special people)/)/
(((((Yamis and other past figures)))))
(((/(Yamis and special people)/)))
((((/(Other past figures and special people)/))))
In other words: COMBINE THEM ALL!
NOTE! Some foul language from the mouths of Harry Potter and Seto Kaiba.
How can you see into my eyes like open doors
Leading you down into my core
Where I've become so numb
Without a soul
My spirit sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back…
Home
The wind whipped Harry's unruly hair as he stood staring at the grave of a girl he knew so much about but had never had the chance to meet.
Funny, how we never realize how precious things are in our life until they're gone.
Harry sighed and rubbed his already-red eyes. He, like the ones who had known her, had wept and mourned the loss of yet another innocent soul.
It's not… fair, he thought, closing his eyes to block the site before him. What did this poor girl do to deserve this? Absolutely nothing. This only happened… she died because of a stupid rivalry! She died because some idiot decided to try and woo her sister!
Harry's thoughts, which had been melancholy only a moment before, suddenly were enraged. I can't believe this. I can't fucking believe this… the only reason Aazar was killed was because some bastard thought it would win her sister over!
He whipped around and walked away, fuming.
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
I guess not even Harry could take it… thought Yugi sadly. He wrapped his arm around his sister and she buried her face into his shoulder.
((This…)) said Yami. He stopped short, unable to bring to words his emotions.
(Indescribable,) murmured Yugi.
((It's more than just that,)) struggled Yami. ((It's so frustrating… in all my years I have never encountered such selfishness such as the way that… that… creature displayed. To kill an innocent daughter of the Earth because… on a mere whim… to kill an innocent soul at all! It's… it's an atrocity, it's pure evil!))
((You're telling me,)) growled Yami Bakura. Evidently he had been eavesdropping on Yami's thoughts. ((This is simply disgusting. Not even I would go this far. I never killed innocent souls in all my 3000 plus years.))
/Completely revolting,/ agreed his hikari. /And yet…/
/Do you sympathize with the guy?!/ attacked Malik. His mental voice wavered and sounded teary. Yugi and Ryou both glanced at him. He had averted his face, but they both knew he was crying. /Do you agree with the bastard?!/
/Of course not!/ said Ryou, alarmed. /I wasn't going to say anything of the kind! All I was going to point out that this… madman must have had another reason. It is apparent to even the most insane person that killing the younger sister of a girl you fancy will not buy her affections for you. He must have had another reason./
They were silent, before Yami spoke up. ((Ryou has a good point. Besides, does anyone else sense that – ))
/((The magic of the person who killed Aazar is familiar?))/ they all finished together.
((Well, yes, that,)) said Yami sheepishly.
Bakura growled his affirmation. ((It is awfully familiar. It's almost as if we've spent…)) He trailed off. Ryou felt his eyes widen; the yami-hikari mental link was so strong that they could sense physical changes as well.
/What is it, Kura?/
Bakura started up from where he left off, tasting the words he was about to say, and speaking slowly. ((It's almost as if we've spent an entire year in that presence.))
Everyone froze.
((It can't be…)) murmured Yami. ((Can it?))
/It's someone from Hogwarts,/ breathed Malik. /A – /
/Professor,/ chorused Yugi and Ryou together.
Now that I know what I'm without
You can't just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
God, thought Ceribi tiredly. They were trooping back to the cars. It was time to return to Japan to prepare for the upcoming war that they all knew was going to happen. She glanced back at her adopted sister's grave, where her real family was having final moments with her. What a thing to happen… and so soon after Altáriël's death… who knows how Hikari still manages to smile…
Ceribi felt another's presence and turned, allowing her brother, boyfriend and friend go up ahead. She saw her blonde friend come wearily towards her. (((How are you keeping up, Joey? You were blood-related, after all.)))
(/(Oh, I'm just fine and dandy,)/) he snapped. (/(Ready to skip in the streets and sing the theme song to some popular anime, I am.)/) He went quiet, before adding, (/(I'm sorry. I had no right to snap at you like that. It's just…)/) He stopped walking. Ceribi stopped too, turning when Joey did to face the grave. Mr. and Mrs. Daeron had left already, the latter crying and the former supporting her. The Daeron siblings, however, were still there. Seena, the youngest of the three, was rocking nervously, knowing his siblings' emotions. Every now and then he'd ask for his younger sister, at which his other two siblings would cry harder. Zal was kneeling next to his sister, his arm around her as she looked down on her sister's burial site. (/(… Just look at them,)/) Joey murmured. (/(This isn't fair. It truly isn't.)/)
(((No,))) murmured his companion. (((Of course it isn't fair.)))
They turned silently and trudged back to the cars.
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
I should have been there to protect her from all this, thought Seto, staring at Hikari's kneeling form. I should have shielded her from this pain!
"Niisama," said a quiet voice from behind him. Seto turned. Mokuba was there, looking at him with an odd emotion in his eyes. He walked up to his older brother and placed a hand on his arm. He didn't say anything else.
Seto turned back to watch Hikari. Oh God. Why did God have to be so cruel?! Hikari was the most precious person in his life, besides Mokuba. So why did He make her suffer so?! First her cousin was killed, and now her sister! Seto had gone through too much in his life not to know what might happen if any more tragedy happened.
I'm not even sure how she's going to take thisthought Seto bitterly. Last time she locked herself in her room and starved herself… it took me and Mokuba weeks to get her to act like her normal self! And now… He shook his head angrily. That fucking bastard! How dare he bring even more pain into her life?!
Mokuba watched as his brother stared at his girlfriend. He guessed what was going through Seto's mind, and had a feeling he was right. Seto's face was emotionless, but Mokuba knew under the famous mask and beneath the anger at the event, Seto was grieving for the woman he loved.
And with good reason, he said, taking his brother's hand and tugging towards the transportation vehicles. After one last glance, Seto turned and allowed Mokuba to lead him.
Bring me to life
(I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside)
Bring me to life
"It's such a shame," murmured Hermione. She clung closer to Ron, whose arm was wrapped around her. "Really, it's a terrible loss."
Ron said nothing as they walked towards the cars. They noticed Harry was leaning against a tree, facing the direction everyone was walking. He appeared to be staring at nothing, and yet everything at once.
"Harry's taking it awfully bad, isn't he?" muttered Ron, looking down.
"He's really changed lately," said Hermione. "I wish he'd talk to us a bit more. Ever since he's started training, he's grown distant… It's almost like we don't know him anymore!"
"In a way we don't," said Ron quietly. His voice steadied and he looked up. "But that doesn't matter. He's still our best mate, and we're not bloody likely going to forget that." He glanced back at the grave. "Not all the deaths in the world would make me abandon Harry."
Hermione nodded, staring at the tomb of a girl she had never met. "Of course not." She looked long and hard at Hikari's back, trying to figure how the woman had attracted her professor. Despite her pity for the girl, she couldn't help but wonder. She was, indeed, a very pretty young woman, but she just couldn't see… no. Enough was enough. Hermione's head snapped back forwards. She was going to stop thinking about the lost cause, and try to feel some compassion for the poor girl. After all, she reasoned, she just lost her cousin and younger sister. How would I feel in that position?
Staring up at Harry's figure, Hermione realized that she did know.
Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead
Of all the people to have taken from me… thought Hikari, tracing the tombstone which marked Aazar's resting place, did it have to be her?
Hikari chuckled bitterly. Life is, indeed, an unfair game. So many trials and tribulations await us – how are we to pass them allShe continued tracing Aazar's name on the stone. Aazar… oh how I miss you… how I wish that I could have been the one instead! Why did it have to be you that he killed?
Hikari summoned an image of the man who had killed her sister. Although she had told no one, she knew who had done the deed. She had overheard Seto telling the others, but had yet to tell him that she knew. She would have to eventually, but for now, she pretended to be ignorant of the fact that her worst enemy had killed her little sister. Who, she also feared, had a hand in the death of her cousin.
Her hand crumpled into a fist. She'd have her revenge, if it were the last thing she did.
All this time I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
Without a thought without a voice without a soul
Don't let me die here
There must be something more
Bring me to life
Harry stared ahead, ignoring the fact that everyone was loading into the cars. At the moment, he hated the world; he hated the people that inhabited the world; he hated everything. Why? Because it seemed that everything was out to kill the little innocence left. Just how much was left? No more than a handful, he thought bitterly. They've all been picked off the face of the planet, one by one, because of what they are, and what they represent. Innocence… true beauty… there's hardly any left. It's like… like…
His mind cast about. What could he compare the disappearance of innocence and true beauty to?
While his mind fumbled for an answer, so did his body. His hand went to a flower and plucked it. Bringing it up to his eyesight, Harry realized that he had found his answer.
The flower was a purple wildflower. Summer was drawing to a close, and so, it appeared, was its life. It had drooped; its leaves were starting to whither away. It was dying.
A wilted flower, thought Harry, twirling the plant in his thumb and index fingers. That's what is the goodness of the world is now. Wilted, dying, gone.
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can't wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can't wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I've become
"You have served me well," said the Dark Lord in his ruthless, shrill voice. "Very well indeed…"
"I live to serve you, Master," he replied slickly. His voice sounded funny, as it was changing back into his real voice. "It was easy to kidnap the man and prepare the Polyjuice Potion; getting the girl and killing her was, of course, just as simple."
"Good, good," said his master, stroking the snake's head, which was on his lap. "Now, it is only a matter of time before everything comes together…"
The room was filled with a high, cruel laugh.
(Bring me to life)
I've been living a lie
There's nothing inside
(Bring me to life)
Me: Well, I hope that was up to your satisfaction, especially the ending, dears. Again, sorry it took so long… but I did repost NPNA. Which was an important task I needed to accomplish. Oh, a request of all of you: would you go please read my latest stories, Happiness Is A Warm Gun Trilogy, and review? Also, if you could go to Quizilla in addition and rate Time To Dance (but still review, please!)? I would really appreciate it. More info in the stories!