AN: Heya peoples, I bring bad news. Basically, I don't think I'll be getting any internet in the house this year, something about faulty cables that only the government can fix. Yeah, like the government will get right on that. So, that means that updates will still be sporadic.
Enough of depressing no internet woes.
This is the sequel to 'Tower' (The Harry Potter crossover), finally got around to updating it! I hope you enjoy it, it's one of my favourites I think.
Forbidden
Yami clutched the velvet cloak tighter around his shoulders, the dark material blending him into the forest and midnight sky. The icy wind was biting into the skin of his face that wasn't sheltered by the heavy, velvet hood. The rain had stopped, leaving the ground damp and muddy around him. Yami cursed under his breath when he stepped in another puddle, before quickly leaning against a tree to catch his breath.
He'd been walking for about an hour, trying to find the perfect spot in the Forbidden Forest to do the spell.
Yami sighed and leaned his covered head against the rough bark of the tree. He couldn't believe he was actually trying to do this. It was wrong and immoral, not to mention illegal, in so many ways but he was still going to attempt it. Clenching his eyes tightly, thinking about the repercussions that would be sure to arise.
He was seriously going to practice the Dark Arts for a painting! And for what? Sex? Yami chuckled sadly when another, softer, voice said, for love. He really was a pathetic wizard. Who in their right minds would fall in love with a portrait, let alone a Slytherin?
However, behind closed lids appeared dark and mischievous mauve eyes. Yami breathed deeply, opening blood coloured eyes. His will strengthened when he thought of Yuugi, the portrait had quickly become a very precious part of his life... and he had also become a very bad influence on him if he was actually doing something like this.
His determination made him start the trek again. This time being more careful with puddles that were in his path.
Yami was surprised that none of the forest creatures had bothered with him today. While he was a powerful wizard in his own right, he knew that it was probably more of a slow night rather than his prowess with magic that was keeping them away.
Yami finally stumbled upon the clearing. The moon shone high in the sky; illuminating the dewy grass and making the droplets sparkle slightly. Retrieving his wand (ebony with a sphinx hair core, twelve and a quarter inches long) Yami felt that much safer with the dark wand. The stiff object felt strong in his hand, he had known it was his wand from the moment he saw it. Ebony wands had always chosen the wizards of his family.
A shuddering breath escaped Yami as he clenched his fingers around the inflexible wood; the air-dry charm escaped his trembling lips. Yami sighed when he felt a rush of warm air escape the tip, pointing it to the damp ground. He moved around, trying to create a circle so he had enough room to cast the spell.
It was time.
He once again put his wand into his belt. He removed his cloak, glad that the wind had died down, and dug into one of the deep pockets he had created to fit the rolled up portrait before spreading it the on the grass.
Kneeling on the now dry ground, Yami spread the painted fabric onto the velvet of the cloak.
"Finally, kitten. I was beginning to think that you had rolled me up for good."
Yami glared down at the animated paint as he stretched to spread the other side of the painting out.
"Okay, Yuugi. You are not going to talk, okay? Because I have to do this and we are not going to talk as I do it, all right? Because if you do, I'm going to freak out and the spell is not going to come out the way I want and I'll probably summon your body without a foot, so no talking!" Yami's hands trembled as he patted down the fabric almost obsessively, trying to get it as straight as possible.
"Kitten!"
The sharp tone snapped Yami out of his roaring thoughts; he gulped as he looked into the dark amethyst eyes.
"Yami, calm down. Everything is going to be fine, remember? You don't even have to go through with this, we've talked about it."
The soothing voice calmed his jittery nerves, gliding over his skin and heating his body and making him forget the frosty night. Yami leaned back and sat on his heels, making the uncomfortable shoes dig into his rear. His eyes glazed over as he stared at the handsome face on the fabric, looking back at him with that same emotion that shouldn't be there. He lifted a shaky hand and traced the edges of Yuugi's face, seeing the dark-lavender eyes close as if Yuugi could feel the soft touches on his painted cheek.
"I-I want to, I need to. I need you to be real. I need you to hold me."
Yuugi's eyes had opened now and were looking at Yami with a strange glint. Yami took a deep breath and moved his hand away, he dug into trouser pockets. The silver blade glinted in the night and Yami's mind blanked. No more thoughts about consequences. There was only one thought. Yuugi would be with him in the flesh and blood, and soon.
With his other hand, Yami brought his wand from belt and held it in a lose grip.
Taking a deep breath, the spells and charms rolled softly, but confidently, off his tongue. The wind picked up and ruffled Yami's hair, strands falling into his eyes but he paid them no mind, it was time for the offering. Yami put his wand next to him and brought the blade swiftly across his open palm, barely feeling the deep cut. He squeezed the blood on the portrait and picked up the wand with his other hand. He finished the spells with a swish of his wand and waited with baited breath.
The smell of rotten flesh and blood infiltrated his senses and he pushed down the urge to gag, coughing he remained still, not stopping the steady drip of blood on the painting. The picture of Yuugi on the fabric was slowly fading and Yami hoped that it was all part of the spell.
A large gush of wind pushed Yami onto his back. He gasped, unable to breath for a few moments.
It was done.
Yami sat up quickly but he yelped quietly when he felt something grab his arm weakly.
"Kitten, lay back down, I don't think I have the energy to run after you right now."
Yami almost snapped his neck with how quickly he turned.
"Yuugi..."
Yami all but smothered Yuugi as he hugged him. The man was naked and probably cold but Yami couldn't stop touching him long enough to get the velvet cloak.
"Yami, careful. I haven't had a body in a long time."
Yami smiled, and kissed Yuugi's neck gently. "You've never had a body, baby."
Yami's face was touched with trembling hands and brought up to face Yuugi's. Yami had never seen that look on Yuugi's face before.
It was one filled with... guilt. But why?
"Kitten," Yuugi paused, a conflicted expression crossing his face. "There are some things I haven't told you."
Yami didn't like the sound of that.
AN: Well, there you go, I hope you enjoyed it. Worry not for there shall probably be a sequel I know I kind of left it hanging a bit. I just need to write the drabble... hopefully soon. Anyways, don't forget to review, please'sums!
Oh, I almost forgot, Happy Halloween, peoples!
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