Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crossover Madness ❯ Day 3 ( Chapter 3 )

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

 

It was around lunchtime that the two Americans got their first look at Kaitou's assistants. In fact, it was when a young girl popped up with a tray of sandwiches and a jug of juice, startling Scully into dropping the tome clutched in her hands. The girl's light brown hair was cut short, and her smile was nearly infectious, despite the scowl sent her way from the female American.

 

“Hi, my name's Sakura! Do you need any help?” Mulder sighed and shook his head, wincing when his muscles protested. “Actually, I think lunch is all we need, thanks.” He stopped and took a closer look at her. “Are you really one of his helpers?”

 

“Yup! My friend Lee and I work here for Kaitou-san. His library is one of the best in town, especially when it comes to history, and the arcane.”

 

“The arcane?” repeated Scully, frowning up at the girl. She faltered a little. “Yeah, he has tons of books on weird stuff like magic, necromancy, voodoo dolls, g-ghosts,” she gave a small shiver. “And the history books are written differently then the ones we get at school. It's like they're told from the other sides' point of view. It's really interesting when it's told by, say, the witches that were burned during the Salem Witch Trials. It gives everything a new perspective.”

 

The agents exchanged a glance. “Where can we find these books, Sakura?”

 

 

Mulder reclined against a squishy armchair, reading an especially thick book about the different uses of ki. So far, there were sections on defensive things, such as healing and flying to safety, to offensive techniques, such as the popular `ki blast', and manipulating an element. The book even stated that paper could be used offensively! And according to the book, the last known `paper master' was a young woman named Yomiko Readman. She was granted the title only a few years ago, and although she has seemed to disappear, she does this every now and again.

 

Snorting, he looked up from the text to show it to his partner. She wasn't there.

 

“Scully?” he called out, looking around as best he could considering the dim lighting and the gigantic bookcases surrounding him. There was a scuffling sound from behind him, and he stood, seeing the vague outline of a woman vanish around the corner. “Scully?” he tried again, but there was no response.

 

Slowly, he put the book down on his chair, and reached for his gun. As quietly as he could, he walked to where the woman was, and peered around the corner. Mulder almost didn't see her, as she was much farther down. “Scully.” He called out. The woman paused, then turned down one of the aisles. Swearing under his breath, the American trotted as fast as he dared, then looked at the space where he had seen the woman go. She was farther down, seeming to wait for him, and continued walking when he started after her.

 

This continued for some time, until Mulder found himself at a dead end, the shelves more than twice his height above is head. Unless the woman could turn herself into a book, there was no where she could hide. The agent sighed and put his gun away, turning around to find his way back. He almost screamed when he bonked his head against his partners'.

 

“Scully?” he asked, now confused. She grunted an affirmative, with one hand clutching the sore spot on her head. “Where did you come from?”

 

“I heard your voice farther back, and I've been following you for a while now. What the hell have you been doing?”

 

“I thought I was following you. Guess I wasn't.” frowning, he turned for one last look at the dead end, then smiled brightly at Dana. “By the way, I found something interesting in one of the books I was reading. Come on, I'll show you.”

 

However, when the two agents returned to Mulder's chair, they found it empty. The book he had been reading was gone, with only a series of faint footsteps in the distance to even alert them to someone else in the library. Both agents took off running, though it was mostly Scully following her partner in confusion, and were slightly startled at the source of the noise. It was Sakura, balancing a stack of books in her arms as she carefully put them on the shelves one at a time. She smiled at the two of them. “Did you need anything else?”

 

“You didn't happen to see a young woman in here, did you?” asked Mulder.

 

“No. The two of you are the only ones Kaitou-san has let into the library today. Why?”

 

The Americans exchanged glances. “No reason. Sorry for bothering you.”

 

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“Do you think she was lying?” asked Scully much later, at around sunset. Kaitou had kicked the two agents out, refusing to let them remain after dark. He wouldn't give them a reason why, nor would he let them check out some books to read later. So now, they stood on a suspiciously deserted street, debating on what had happened in the library.

 

“No. What could she possible gain by lying to us? It's most likely that she didn't think there was anyone else there.”

 

“So then who were you following?” A sharp cry from the next street interrupted them, followed by rapid footsteps.

 

Officer Hagiri appeared around the corner, tugging a small child behind him. He stopped, however, when he was close to the Americans. Mulder stepped forward.

 

“Hagiri-”

 

“No time, American.” He interrupted, and up close, they noticed that his hair was messed, his face pale, and a long series of gashes along his left side revealed a graying shirt under his jacket. All in all, he looked like he'd been through hell. And that the child he clutched in a faintly trembling hand was Tsukasa, Minamino's son. The boy was obviously very frightened of something, and as Mulder opened his mouth to try asking again, an inhuman roar from the street Hagiri came from cut him off. In unison, the four of them turned in that direction, eyes wide. Hagiri shivered and took off at a brisk pace, forcing Tsukasa to trot to keep up. Another roar convinced Mulder to suppress his curiosity for once, and a series of bright lights following it sent the Americans after him.

 

“Hagiri, what was that?” asked Mulder eyeing Tsukasa with worry. The man grunted, but didn't slow down. “You're happier not knowing. Just follow me, alright?” a minor explosion, just large enough to shake the ground, reinforcing their decision to keep following the officer.

 

It was when they rounded another corner that Tsukasa stumbled, causing the older man to scoop him up into his arms and carry him the rest of the way. They crossed a street, then went up a set a set of stairs that were only half as tall as the ones leading to Genkai's shrine. Needless to say, they were still long.

 

They were met at the top by a young man, no more than twenty-five, with long silvery hair and brilliant gold eyes. He looked at each of their faces, then stared hard into Tsukasa's bright and frightened eyes. A grunt, then he wordlessly stepped aside, and allowed the four of them to pass into the small house behind him. Scully had just slid the door shut behind her, when a beautiful young woman poked her head into the hall they were standing in. She glanced at each of them in turn, her eyes resting on the boy in the officer's arms. “Oh, dear,” she murmured, and shooed them into the living room.

 

Carefully, she gathered Tsukasa from Hagiri, the boy turning to bury his face in her neck. She smiled at him, then returned her attention to her guests as she sat in a nearby chair. “Are you all right? No injuries?”

 

“No, we're fine. I'll tell Kurama to get the kid when he's finished.” the officer looked Mulder in the eye. “Good night, American. Safe journey.” Hagiri left, and the agents turned to their beautiful host for answers.

 

“Well…” smiling nervously, she sat down on the couch across from them, still cradling the boy in her arms. “I suppose introduction are in order. My name is Higurashi Kagome; the irate man with silvery hair you met outside is my husband, Inuyasha; and I believe you know my nephew, Tsukasa?”

 

“Nephew?” Scully started in her seat.

 

“Yes. He's the youngest son of my twin brother. But where's Bakura?”

 

“We didn't see Bakura. But your twin brother? Minamino is your twin?” asked Mulder. Kagome's face paled. “Oh, uh… ano…”

 

An explosion from outside cut her off, sending both Americans flying to the floor and Higurashi to her knees. There was loud shouting, followed by the sound of something being destroyed. Then the front door was ripped open, and footsteps thudded to the living room.

 

First to appear was a young man, in his late twenties, with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and a cold expression his face as he argued with someone behind him. Immediately after him was a woman around the same age, soft auburn hair pulled into two pigtails, and a large scorch mark along the right arm of her white leather jacket. Inuyasha followed him, growling insults under his breath and boring holes through the ones who entered before him.

 

“I'm telling you, dog-breath,” the man with the ponytail spoke as if he had been conversing while still outside. “You worry too much. We handled that monster without-” he stopped short when he saw the Americans. “Who are you?”

 

“Those are the hu-er… people who you and your circus almost ran over, flea-bag.” The man with the ponytail had enough grace to look embarrassed. “Oops. Sorry about that. I didn't think there would be anybody there.” Somehow, he didn't look or sound the least bit sorry. Scully scowled. “If that was you, then what were the lights and explosions? And what did you mean by monster? And what do you mean, you didn't think there wouldn't be any one there? It's barely six o'clock!” Everyone else froze, looking nervous and unsure. “Well…”

 

“It's just a figure of speech!” interrupted Kagome, a forced smile on her face. She looked a few shades lighter than when the agents had arrived, but that was nothing to her now terrified expression to the sliding glass doors behind the Americans. Everyone in the room whirled around to look outside. A pair of wild blue eyes set in a pale face widened, and the person turned and ran. The Americans exchanged a glance, then hauled themselves to their feet and yanked the door open. It was the terrorist, Sirius Black! What on Earth is he doing in Japan?

 

Outside, Dana chased after the criminal as he rounded the house and bolted for the stairs. Mulder was close on her heels, and shouted for the man to stop. Obviously, Black didn't listen, as he stumbled and nearly broke his neck going down the steps. Scully had to slow down as she descended, because of her heels, but her partner had an easier time in his running shoes, and was slowly gaining on Sirius.

 

Once at the bottom, Black darted left, back towards Kaitou's library. Mulder was hot on his trail, narrowly missing the tail of his coat as it swished around the corner. He glanced over his shoulder, to ensure that Scully was keeping up, then turned back around at a sharp crack from ahead. The street was empty, with no alleyways or side streets. There were houses, but they didn't face the street he was standing on, and the back walls were too high to jump, even with something to stand on. Sirius Black had escaped.

 

 

Mulder remained staring at the spot where he had last seen the criminal. He didn't seem to notice the arrival of his partner, nor did he hear her calling his name. He did notice, however, when she stuck a sprig of some plant in his face. Sneezing, the man took a few steps back, and raised a hand to his nose.

 

“Scully, what the hell is that?” he asked, before sneezing again. She sighed. “I did try to tell you, but you were out of it. I found this on the steps, near where he stumbled. It's wolf's bane.”

 

“Properties?”

 

“It's a poison so strong that it can irritate the skin with a single touch. Needless to say, it shouldn't be consumed in any form or amount. I wonder why he's carrying it.” She peered closely at the leaves and buds, all of which were intact. Mulder pulled her from her musing.

 

“According to mythology, carrying one of these will protect you from werewolves and vampires. It was also said that the seeds can make you invisible at will. Nice, eh?” he gave her a lopsided smile, which she returned with her `you're-trying-to-force-feed-me-your-paranormal-crap- again-and-I'm-not-going-to-believe-it' expression. The smile grew stronger. “Don't look at me like that, Scully. There have been no recorded instances of people actually becoming invisible.”

 

“And the vampire slash werewolf part?”

 

“Who knows. I think I'll keep an open mind, especially with what we've seen and heard so far.”

 

Dana sighed. “Mulder…”

 

 

Tbc…

 

 

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