Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crossover Madness ❯ Day 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A.N.: Perhaps I forgot to mention this last chapter, but this will contain more than the stories listed. I just haven't figured out how to list more than three different universes in the summary page. This is also, for the most part, AU. As well as taking place over forty years since the end of Yu Yu Hakusho; two months before the Sorcerers Stone; and just after Battle City. That's why some of the people are older than before; some of the characters will also be younger, and some of them won't have aged a bit. I will include more notes in the author's notes as the stories are introduced, and I hope it will make sense as time goes on.

Warning: In this chapter, there is gore, light swearing, and mentions of oc's, but you don't actually get to meet them yet.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my computer.

“/speaking/” is Japanese

Day 2

“So, this is it.” Said Mulder, grinning slightly at his partner early the next morning. She refused to acknowledge what she perceived as a maniacal expression on his face, and simply didn't respond to his statement, instead moving to the door of the penthouse and giving it a firm knock. There was a muffled thump from somewhere above their heads, then silence. Dana and Mulder exchanged glances.

The door opened, and it took Scully all of her will power to keep her mouth shut. The person standing at the door was beautiful. Long, silky red hair fell to the back of his knees, and we're not talking about the orange-red that most red heads have. This hair was the color of blood, and it looked natural. His eyes were like deep pools of emerald green water, and seemed to swirl gold for a moment, but Dana put it down to the light. He was tall as well, almost as tall as Mulder, and the light green shirt he was wearing, the front having been left open, showed off a well-muscled body above his jeans. Not like those body-builders you see in competitions, but one of an athlete, or a dancer.

He blinked in surprise. “Can I help you?” they both noticed that his English was near perfect.

“Oh, yes, you wouldn't happen to be Minamino Shuichi, would you?” Dana worked hard to keep from staring at him, something which only Mulder seemed to notice.

“I am. And you… oh, you're the American investigators, right?” at their nod, he stepped aside and invited them in. The door to his apartment opened to a long hallway halved by doors on opposite sides, opening perpendicular to the hall itself. The other end opened to a large room, but they could not see what was there from their position at the entrance of Shuichi's home.

Mulder pulled his shoes off, and nudged his partner. She nodded, and followed suit, as Shuichi suppressed a yawn.

“I'm sorry, did we wake you?” Mulder felt slightly guilty, but he squashed it with the knowledge that he had a job to do, and that there would be plenty of time to sleep later.

Shuichi smiled. “You did, but it's alright. I needed to get up anyway. My boys need to eat.”

“Who-?”

“My sons.” Shuichi smiled wistfully at the thought and led the agents to the sitting room. This was easily the largest room in the house. With a vine pattern criss-crossing the walls and ceiling, the extra soft couch and armchairs (covered in blood-red velvet), and the table, curio cabinet, dining chairs, were made of dark, rich cherry wood. The carpet was a gorgeous shade of green, which strongly reminded the agents of Minamino's eyes. The vine-like wallpaper didn't cover one wall, though; the one directly across from the entryway. It was all window. A large chunk of Tokyo, as well as most of Mushiori, was visible from there. It was beautiful.

“Wow,” commented Scully, unable to help herself. It wasn't everyday that something left her speechless, but the view… Shuichi chucked softly and started up a staircase that was wound up the wall above and around the entrance into the living room. The top of the stairs seemed to end in just a wall, but neither agent commented on it. Instead, they both took a seat on the couch to await the Japanese agent. There was an explosion of noise from upstairs, though only Scully could understand. Someone was screaming in Japanese, and by the expression on her face, Mulder guessed that it wasn't poetry being bellowed to high heaven.

Abruptly, the noise stopped, and Shuichi appeared at the top of the stairs, dragging two boys of ten years behind him. Their expensive looking pajamas were ruffled, and their hip length hair, though braided (and complete opposite colors), was messy and untidy. Obviously, they had been sleeping. One was rubbing the sleep out of his brilliant green eyes (the same as his fathers') and the other was scowling from under his snow-white bangs. A sharp word from Shuichi wiped the expression from his face into one of polite boredom. Dana deadpanned at him as Mulder tried to hide his smile.

“Bakura, Tsukasa, say hello to Scully and Mulder. They're from America.”

“Big deal.” The twin with white hair wasn't impressed, but as his brother was about asleep on his feet, the boy didn't seem to care.

“Bakura!”

“Nani?” no angel could match the innocent expression on his face. Mulder bit his lip hard to prevent the smile from escaping.

“Don't be rude. They've traveled halfway around the world to complete their work. The least you could do is show some respect.”

“Why? They haven't earned it.”

“Do you want to be grounded?”

“……” the other child, Tsukasa, was moving his head back and forth between Shuichi and his brother, eyes now wide open.

“I didn't think so. Now greet our guests properly.”

“Ohayo, minna-san. Welcome to our home.” He gave a bow that would have been respectful had the two agents not known that he didn't mean it.

Mulder let his grin loose. “It's great to be here, kid.” Scully studied him with thinly veiled contempt. The boy matched her gaze, openly displaying his arrogance, as his black-haired twin took a step closer to Shuichi, one small hand reaching out to clasp on the pale green shirttails. Both Mulder and Shuichi tried to break their respected companions apart, but neither one was willing to back down, and after a few minutes, they resigned themselves to talking with each other. Mainly, they spoke of their views of life on and off the planet, and of the theory of parallel dimensions. A swift knocking at the door, followed by a muffled shout interrupted their discussion, as interesting as it was getting.

Shuichi made his excuses to Mulder and left to answer the door, trailing a boy behind him. Neither Bakura nor Scully noticed that they had left, or when they returned. However, they did notice when a blond blur intercepted them and tackled Bakura, dragging the both of them to the ground and left the American standing. Scully was astounded when the blond turned about from his position on the floor to give her one of the nastiest glares she had see in a long time; and in a pair of lavender colored eyes to boot. She took an involuntary step back.

The youth under him sighed. “Malik-”

“I don't trust her, Kura-san.”

“Nor do I.” The voice was smooth, cultured, young, and judging by the lithe figure that glided out of the shadows, he was as rich as he sounded. His hair was almost as dark as Tsukasa's, but unlike the other boy, he wore his it short, cropped just above his ears. The sneer on his face started Dana into taking another step back, and she almost didn't notice the other blond standing behind him, smirking slightly.

“Minamino-san, Malik-kun, Suzaku-kun and I were wondering if we might go to the arcade for a while.”

He smiled. “Of course, Shura-chan. Who else will be there?”

“The twins, Myune, Yugi, Anzu-chan, Amanuma-san and Ky-eh… Naru-san. Himino-chan is at the library with Sakura-chan, Isis-san and Temari-san. We'll be meeting up with them later.”

“I thought so, but don't wander away from Naru-kun. We don't want another-” he stopped, but the children seemed to understand. Shura nodded grimly. “Understood, sir.”

“Kura-san!” whined Malik, still on the floor with Bakura. “You must hurry! Or else the… the other kids will get the best games! Kura-san!” Bakura sighed, his expressive brown eyes rolling to the ceiling. “I'd love to, but how can I when you're lying on me?”

“Meep!” Malik immediately moved off of the smaller boy, and extended a hand to help him up. Once on his feet, the boy turned to his father. “Curfew?”

“As long as you're with Naruto, it doesn't matter. But don't wander off; you know how dangerous it is for all of you to be caught alone.” There was something in Shuichi's voice that nudged Mulder, but as he couldn't identify it at this point and time, he filed it away in his memory bank to be reviewed later. Now, though…

Bakura skipped upstairs, smiling in an unsettling way, kind of like watching a mad scientist with a new idea, with his brother following at a much slower pace. Brief silence, followed by both boys returning to the living room, fully dressed and presentable to the public. Where Bakura wore a black, Chinese style tunic with a white, long sleeved shirt and pants underneath, his brother, Tsukasa, wore the same, but with the colors reversed.

“Is your phone on?” Shuichi was kneeling in front of his eldest son, checking him over, and looking for all the world that he was trying to reassure himself that the boy was all right before moving on to the twin. Most parents wouldn't be this worried about letting their children play at the arcade, but he behaved like he might not ever see his again.

“Don't worry, mitza. We'll be fine; Malik is like my shadow, and Suzaku has made it his life's work to stick to Tsukasa. We'll be fine, we'll be fine, and, once more for emphasis, we'll be fine.”

Shuichi chuckled. “I'm your mitza, it's my job to worry. Go, have fun, be sure and eat something before you get too involved in the games, and call me if anything comes up.”

“Of course. Ja ne, minna-san!” and the group left the adults to their own devices.

“You let your kids go to an arcade instead of school?” asked Dana, trying to suppress her astonishment. Their host smiled. “It's alright. They're on a break between semesters, with no homework to speak of. It isn't a problem, really.”

“Just out of curiosity, Minamino, why didn't Tsukasa, say anything?” Mulder leaned back in his seat, trying to look casual and succeeded only in formally polite. The Japanese agent suddenly looked old as he turned his head to look out the window at the city beyond. “There… was an incident, when they were younger. Both Bakura and Himino have put it behind them, but Tsukasa has… never fully recovered. I don't think that he ever will.”

“An incident? What-”

Shuichi winced. “I would rather not talk about that, please. Besides, I doubt that the two of you flew all the way over here just to hear me talk about my family. You're here for the unexplained.”

Smiling tightly, Mulder leaned back on the couch and locked eyes with Shuichi. “All right, first order of business: The boy who died and was walking a week later.”

“That would be a misdiagnosis on the doctor's part. The boy never really died; he was only in a coma. That doctor also had his license removed.” It seemed to Dana that their Asian counterpart was hiding a smile, but she wasn't sure.

“All right then. How about the children who got sick and never recovered?” tried Dana.

“It was a hot summer; a lot of people weren't prepared.”

“Mass insanity and looting?”

“That was-” the ringing of the phone interrupted him. Shuichi looked apologetic as he stood and answered it.

“/Moshi moshi… Hai… Hai, I see… Iie, I'm coming… ja ne./” he turned to the Americans. “I'm sorry, but I've just been called out. Would you like to come with me, and see what it's like?”

Mulder jumped at the chance, but Scully declined. “I still have jet-lag, and several pages of paper work to finish. You two go on ahead.”

They left the building, parting ways on the street. Walking quickly, the American agent was barely able to keep up with the redhead as he wove through the crowds. “Ah, Minamino,” he said, closing the gap between the two. “Wouldn't it be faster to take a car?”

“It's actually very close. About a block further up, and to the right.” They paused at an intersection, waiting for the light to change. “Besides, we won't be able to find a parking spot any closer than where it's parked now. So it's pointless to drive.” The agents walked in silence for the rest of the way.

There was a large crowd surrounding the entrance of a building, forcing the two agents to push their way through to the front. Shuichi spoke quietly with an officer before gesturing for Mulder to follow him. The store was in shambles, with glass shards littering the ground both inside and out. The officer who had allowed them to pass the police line now stood beside them. He conversed softly with Shuichi, glancing at Mulder for a moment. Minamino sighed, then switched to English.

“Mulder, this is Hagiri. He works for the local police force, and has been a friend of mine for years. He's the one who called me down here.”

“So, what happened here?” asked the American, gesturing to the destruction. Hagiri took a step closer and lowered his voice. “The cashier claims it was an ogre; big, with three horns on its forehead. When the credit card was rejected, he went wild, and trashed everything. Then he leapt through the front window and was gone.”

“Any witnesses on the street?”

The officer winced. “One. But you won't get anything out of him.”

“Why not?”

“He's dead.” Hagiri walked further down the street, and both agents followed him. The witness mentioned was embedded in a brick wall, his head completely flat. His chest had been caved in, the mark suspiciously resembling a handprint. A handprint with three fingers and two thumbs, and was almost two feet from fingertip to the heel of the hand. There was blood everywhere.

“Ouch,” remarked Mulder, biting his lip at the sight. Inwardly, Shuichi agreed, and carefully examined the site, asking questions about certain points in rapid Japanese. The American agent stared at the handprint. Two thumbs?

What the Hell?

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Scully leaned away from the low table, stretching. Now that she had finished the necessary paperwork, the American was ready for a long, relaxing bath to sooth her aching back and shoulders. She staggered to her feet and opened the door, intent on finding the bathroom. What she didn't expect was to come face to face with a pretty young girl with sea-green hair and ruby red eyes. Reflexively jerking back, Scully lost her footing and landed on her backside, hard. The girl winced.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, Scully-san! I was just about to knock on the door and see if you would be interested in something to eat! I did not mean to startle you like that!” Dana held up a hand to stem the flow of explanations. “I'm fine, really,” she said as she pulled herself to her feet. “And I don't mean to be rude, but who are you?”

“Again, I'm sorry. My name is Kuwabara Yukina. I live here with my husband, and our children. I didn't meet you with earlier because I had been out shopping with some friends. I am so-”

“Kuwabara-san,” the American interrupted, “you don't have to apologize to me for having a good time with people you care for. Besides, what I really need right now is a hot bath. Where is the bathroom again?” Yukina smiled. “It's down the hall here. If you'll gather your spare clothes, I'll show you the exact door.” Relieved, she did as instructed, and was in the tub in under five minutes, sighing with bliss. A small voice in the back of her head wondered at what the young girl had said. “…, my husband, and our children…” Yukina looked a little too young to be married, much less a mother. Something just wasn't clicking in her head, but the hot water distracted her from thinking clearly. She was simply too comfortable to do anything more than relax.

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Mulder had left Minamino about two hours after investigating the crime scene, and was now riding in a car with one of the agents' friends; a man named Kuwabara Kazuma. Apparently he lived at the shrine with his three daughters, his wife, and, on occasion, her brother. Kuwabara was a big man in his early fifties, with only a few strands of grey in his hair. His occupation was as a lawyer, and since his trial had been resolved earlier than expected, he was able to give the American a lift back to the temple. Lucky for Mulder, he also spoke very good English.

“So tell me, how did you meet Genkai?” he asked, trying to break the tense silence in the car. Kuwabara started, then smiled uneasily. “I met the old lady years ago, when she held a small tournament to decide who her heir would be. I lost, but my school buddy, Urameshi won. He claims that she put him through Hell with her training camp, to make him physically strong enough to manage the shrine. I laughed at the time, but now I know better. And since technically, the land belongs to Urameshi now, he says that we can live there rent-free so long as we keep the place up. He's a punk, but he means well, so we all find a way to put up with him.” He laughed at some inside joke that completely flew over the Americans' head, but he smiled anyway.

“What about you?” asked the lawyer, after he managed to get himself under control. “Got anyone special waiting for you back home?” Mulders' smile slipped a little. “Actually, my partner
Scully is the closest thing I have to family. I've-” he was cut off as the car in front of them slammed on its brakes, causing Kuwabara to jerk the wheel to the side to avoid a collision. They both glanced back at the car as they blew past. It looked like there was a body imbedded from head to hips in the hood. A body with a long, brown reptilian tail poking out the back of its jeans. The lawyer poked his head out of the window for a moment to look at the sky, then pulled it back in as a different car went blaring past. “Knew it,” he mumbled, now focusing all of his attention on the road ahead of him.

“Knew what?” Asked Mulder, confused and trying to get his heart to slow its' frantic pace. Kuwabara shook his head, refusing not only to answer, but also to turn around and stop so that the American could get a look at the accident site. Rather curious…

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Later that night, Mulder and Scully discussed what they had seen and heard that day, and tossed theories back and forth. Both wondered where their hostess, Genkai had gone, and why neither Yukina nor Kazuma seemed to notice that she wasn't there. At dinner, they had mentioned that their daughters were in the city, playing with their friends, notably, Minamino's children. Since Kazuma's friend Urameshi owned the building Minamino lived in, the girls would stay in the city on school days, and return home on non-school days and holiday's to be with their parents. They weren't worried about them, the girls knew to look out for each other, and if things got bad, Minamino was just one floor away. He also kept an eye out for the girls, and made sure they weren't having trouble with school. The girls cared dearly for Himino, Bakura and Tsukasa, and would often supervise them when Minamino was called out on a case.

Apparently, Kuwabara had met Shuichi just a few weeks before Yukina. They dated for the next three years, then were married in late summer. That is, after they had gotten her brothers blessing. That was a whole other story. And the response to the Americans question as to who was the mother of Minaminos' children, was hysterical laughter. They never really answered.

And then there was this `Urameshi'. Who was he, really, how rich was he, and how did all of the people that they've spoken to meet him? Kazuma and Yukina know him, Shuichi lives in his building (also a friend, and rent-free, said Kazuma), and Hagiri had spoken his name softly, before Mulder had left. Plus, Hagiri had known Kazuma when he had shown up. Mulder wondered if everyone he was going to meet knew everyone he had already met. Scully told him that it was just a series of coincidences. Nothing more, nothing less. Then she got up, told her partner that she would see him in the morning, and retired to her room.

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Scully jerked awake, and lay still, trying to figure out what had awoken her. Soft voices from the walkway outside her door clued her in, and she silently slid out of bed and leaned as close to the door as she could. The voices never wavered.

“…for getting here so late, Kuwabara-san.”

“It's all right, we have guests anyway. I don't want to have to explain this to them.”

The second person laughs. “I understand. At any rate, I want to apologize for what Jin did earlier today. He almost hit your car with that stunt.”

“Ah, well, just tell him to be more careful in the future. Did they get the body out in time?”

“Yes, though Koenma had to do a little damage control, that human was unharmed, just shaken.”

“That's good. So why was Jin fighting that lowlife? I thought there was peace between us all.”

“There is. But in some ways, we are just like humans. There are always a few idiots to ruin it for the rest of us. And as we are no longer employed by Yomi, Koenma asked us to help protect this side of the barrier.”

“What about Hiei?”

“The barrier is a big thing. He can't be everywhere at once, Kuwabara-san.”

Kuwabara laughed. “Sometimes I forget that he's mortal like the rest of us. How's Urameshi doing?”

“He was fine, last I saw him. Talking to the new king about human customs and ideas. His Majesty was delighted. I've also got to report to Kurama, and let him know what our Lord's doing.”

“Eh, you go then, and be quiet. You know he doesn't like anyone waking up his kids.”

“Yeah, I really don't feel like being buried in his rose garden. Good night then.” There was silence, then a slight scuffing noise. “Oh, Kuwabara-san, I almost forgot. There have been rumors of unrest.”

“In the demon world?”

“No, the wizards. They've been behaving oddly these past few years.”

“Not here. There hasn't been a wizard in Japan for, what, forty years now?”

“That's because they know what Urameshi is, and that this is his territory. But some of them believe that he, as a demon, has no rights to the islands. I am afraid that there will be trouble soon.”

“I thought that their big shot, Dumbledore, was keeping them in line?”

“There was a revolt about ten years ago, just after the Potters were murdered, and when Tsukasa was... anyway, all wizards are now under the rule of one guy calling himself `Lord Voldemort'. He's been restructuring their society, and slowly extending his rule to beyond England. At the moment, he has all of wizarding Europe, most of Africa, and parts of western Asia. He hasn't gotten as far as China, and the America's are untouched. We think that he's afraid of Americans.”

“He's just afraid of people who fight back, is all.” The two of them shared a laugh at that. “Alright, I'll keep my eyes open for anything odd. And tell the guys; we're having a couple of humans as guests. Normal humans, so you all know the rules regarding them. Got that?”

“Got it. Once again, good night.”

“Good night.”

Footsteps sounded, then there was just the usual night noises. Scully crept back to her bed, pondering about the new names and concepts she had heard.

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