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The OtherSide

By Corvus no Genmu the Prince of Slumberland

Fear

Takuya snorted, twirling his redwood wand loosely in his hand. "Something funny, huh?"

"Challenging for you, eh Tak-kun?"

"Shut your trap, Akichi." The Yashima didn't allow his eyes to shift from the shaking wardrobe. "Sensei, as amusing as it'd be to see the runt make fun of the bartender-bastard, I'd like a chance to see this fucker for myself."

Their professor sighed, wondering if it was even worth taking points away from the boy for his foul language when it was quite obvious he didn't care if he could out-cuss a sailor. "Alright then. Step forward please, Mr. Yashima." Takuya did so, grinning a familiar evil grin that had half of the students shivering in fear, one pale-blonde youth in particular looked ready to wet his pants at the daunting sight. "Ready…? Alohomora!"

The lock shattered and the wardrobe door burst open in a cloud of ashen smoke. Takuya's grin widened, ready to cast the first battle-spell that came to mind but the words were caught in his throat at the sight of the boggart's form.

It was a young girl, barely eight years old and dressed in a plain blue kimono staring up at him with eyes so much like his own. "Kaoru…?"

"Big Brother… why didn't you believe me?" her eyes were wet as tears flowed down her face. "She's a bad person, Brother!"

Takuya's words were choked in his throat as a pale hand reached out from behind Kaoru and gently grasped her head. The little girl's eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream of agony as her life was drained from her young body. The grayed husk that remained fell to the floor with a hollow thump amidst the startled yells of the students. Standing above the little girl's corpse was a young woman, only slightly older than Takuya himself and a whole head shorter. Her purple hair was cropped rather short but a few locks fell past her ruby-colored eyes. She lifted her hand to her lips, licking the clawed fingers with a sigh.

"It was nothing personal, Lover. I was hungry."

Takuya was hyperventilating, his pupils dilated as he continued to stare at the dead form of his sister. A barely visible globe of orange-tinted energy appeared before Takuya, pulling him back and away from the boggart as Morisato leapt forward to stand before the dark creature.

"Now you're standing against me—" Morisato's words ended in abrupt croak as Ritsuko vanished in the blink of an eye to be replaced by another girl, smaller in height and only slightly younger in age. Her hair was cut short and was the color of freshly shined obsidian. Her amethyst color eyes stared at Morisato with pure adoration. She raised her hands, revealing several small Crystals all aglow with cosmic energies.

"Is this enough for you, Morisato-kun?" Her skin ruptured in bursts of blood as Crystals ripped through her skin but she remained standing even as she continued dying. "Is this enough?" The light of the Crystals in her hands and growing from her skin flashed brilliantly before blood gushed from her mouth as she asked one final time, "Is it enough for you?"

She fell to her knees, the Crystals breaking through bone and tearing through flesh as it slowly began to consume her body. A scream echoed in the silence of the classroom as a girl faded into sight beside the dead Espiga. Her long green hair was tied into a tight ponytail and her kunoichi uniform was torns in several places. She kneeled down next to the corpse, a hand raised to touch its face before it clenched into a tight fist. Kiri turned hated eyes towards the pale Morisato.

"She's dead! She's dead and it's all because of you! If she hadn't given her heart to you, she might still be alive! Damn you! DAMN YOU!" Her screams were silenced by a spiked club coming down onto her head. Brain matter and skull fragments flew through the air amidst screams of revulsion as a familiar spiked form stood towering over its victim. Morisato knew him well for it was himself in the armor of Anguirus, scarless and aglow with the power of the Crystals.

"I deserve nothing but the best." Critical-Mass Anguirus growled.

"Mori, get back!" Shiro jumped forward as Eiji dragged Morisato back from the boggart. "Rid—" Shiro's eyes widened in a blaze of mana energy. Standing before him was a girl a year his junior with hair like freshly fallen snow and skin as pale as milk. Her vibrantly pink eyes marked her as an albino. She smiled, her eyes turning red as she spoke.

"The human Gabriel is dead, Genbu-spawn. Now there is only the collective. We are LEGION!" She screamed as swarms of miniscule insects swarmed forth from her mouth, eliciting more screams from the hapless students behind Shiro. The swarm gathered tightly around Legion's body before suddenly falling in the shape of rose petals on the wind. A new girl had replaced Legion, the same age as Shiro himself with hair colored like the deeper forests and falling down to the small of her back in emerald waves. Her eyes were a dark orange, almost red, and she smiled sadly at Shiro.

"Asagi…" whispered the pacifist.

"You've forgotten me, Shiro…" she whispered, the rose petals twirling around her slowly began to wither and die. "You've broken your vow…"

"I haven't!"

"You have… was I so unimportant to you?"

"No! I—" A sickening squelch sound as blood splattered the floor, a steel pillar piercing through her torso. "ASAGI!"

"Shiro, move!" Eiji roughly pulled Shiro back, raising his wand with his other hand to prepare to fire a spell that'd likely get him expelled when the boggart suddenly shifted form again. In Eiji's defense, it could be that the familiarity of his nightmares had worn the edges off them. Experiencing the same dark dreams repeatedly over a good portion of his life, some details tend to become blurred. However, the unique defensive magic of the boggart didn't care about such trivialities. It seized the strongest negative image in Eiji's mind and reproduced it in perfect details for its victim.

Shiro, both his arms gone and a gaping wound through his torso, so like the one that ended his sister's life. Takuya, his neck cut open and gushing blood to the floor as he struggled to breathe. Morisato, his skin nearly burned completely away and the scar over his eye fresh and bleeding once more. His father, Raijin Kusanagi, standing before him with disappointment in his eyes before he fell to the floor with a rattle of bones as an aged man dressed in a crimson colored tuxedo walked forward to stand before Eiji, his spikeish hair colored like blood on his ashen-skinned face. He grinned, revealing several sharpened canines, and a cloud of micro-oxygen blew in a strong gust between them.

"Do you remember me, Eiji?" He continued walking forward even as Eiji started backing away, the color gone from his face, his pupils nothing but pinpricks in his eyes. As he moved, Serizawa began to change, crustacean wings like those of a bat burst from his back and other ghastly things began to turn him from man to monster. "When I killed your father, I looked – just – like – THIS!"

Destroyah roared amidst the terrorfied screams of the students. A cloud of micro-oxygen burst from the living bioweapon's mouth before the grandhorn atop its crustaceous head glowed brightly and a thick beam of energy burst forth from it in a reflection of its shape. Eiji was beyond the brinks of fear, already drowning in a black sea of terror with not a liferaft in sight. Seeing the creature that murdered his father and caused him such misery, Eiji had nothing left in his mind to find humorous enough to change it into even if he remembered the incantation. As it was, Eiji used the one spell he had seen Naraku and Midoriko use together for the power it needed to be born.

"ULTIMA!"

To Be Continued...

A/N Inspiration:

I'll admit that if I'd ever do a Harry Potter story, it would involve Battra and Mosura as the twins are the only ones capable of performing magic. Might just do that so I can allow Naraku to meet Umbridge. I imagine those two would get along so spendidly don't you think? Truthfully, I wanted to experiment with a boggart than anything else, especially after I read a well-written Naruto/Harry Potter x-over that had a similar circumstance.

Next Reflection...

"A Little Faith"