Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Crossover Madness ❯ Day 4 ( Chapter 4 )

A.N.: Whew! I did it! I tackled my greatest hurdle and won! I hope you guys enjoy it; I still can't feel my fingertips.

 

Thanks to my wonderful reviewers, all five of you. This chapter is for you.

 

Day 4

 

 

Both of the American agents had left the temple early the next morning to try and find their way back to Kaitou's library and continue their research. But two hours and three arguments later, they stood on a street corner, hopelessly lost and trying not to snap at each other. Again.

They agreed to try the next street, and were scarcely half way down it when Scully recognized one of the buildings ahead. They had started walking faster when an arm reached out of the alley they were passing and grabbed Dana, as she was in the lead. She cried out as the owner of the arm jerked her into the shadows between the buildings, catching Mulder's attention. The man turned to follow her when two people from the street grabbed him, and alternately shoved and pulled him after his partner. No one on the street seemed to notice that two people were being abducted, and Mulder absently made a note of that as he progressed to the darkest part of the alleyway.

Finally out of sight from the rest of the world, the agents were forced back to back as they glared at their captors. One was a man that Mulder recognized from the newspapers in both America and Japan.

“Bandit Keith?” he asked, confused. The man mentioned snarled. “Shove off, man. Just give us your money, and you won't get hurt.”

“What the hell is your problem? You're a champion duelist! You shouldn't have to stoop to mugging to get money!”

“Yeah, I was a champion. Until that fucking Yugi Motou made that ridiculous accusation, and had me thrown out of Duelist Kingdom. Now I've been officially disqualified from all future tournaments because of that brat! This is the only way I can make the money I need to survive!”

“You haven't, perhaps, considered a regular job like everyone else-” started Scully, but Keith cut her off with the subtlety of an African stampede (think Jumanji).

“I shouldn't have to work like all those ordinary, talentless people! I was a champion! Those sobs should worship me-” he was cut off as the world around them darkened, until there was no light whatsoever. The faint sounds of the street they left behind stopped, leaving an uneasy silence to descend upon them. Bandit Keith whimpered, and pulled the others attention to him.

“Not again… I can't go back… not again…”

“Keith-”

“I WON'T GO BACK!!” he screamed, and turned to run. A short figure stood in his path, looking like a patch of even darker shadow. Except for the blood red eyes staring him down.

“Keith.” The voice had two tones to it. One sounded young, and remorseful; the other deep, and full of malice. Both were male. The eyes narrowed. “We gave you a chance,” he continued, “to start a new life. One of honesty. But you insist upon being a nuisance, and trespassing on other's souls. Perhaps this time, you will find peace. MIND CRUSH!”

As he was standing in front of the agents, the two of them had a good view of Keith grasping his head, before his body shattered before their eyes. There was no blood or bones or innards; it was like watching glass break. The figure with the red eyes did the same to Keith's' friends, and soon it was just the three of them. Scully shivered as those eyes slid over her, then moved to her partner. They seemed to smile, and then the all-encompassing darkness was gone, along with the remains of Keith and his thugs. Where the eyes had stared at them now stood a small boy, with the strangest hairstyle either of them had seen. It was black, edged in deep scarlet, and stood up in several clumps. But his eyes! No longer red, they were a vibrant purple. And despite the fact the boy was dressed like a hard core punk, he seemed to radiate innocence. He smiled at their expressions.

“Hi! You're the Americans Bakura-kun told me about, right?”

“How did you-”

“Bakura-kun and I are friends. He told me about you two the other day, at the arcade. He said that we were supposed to keep an eye on you. It's a good thing that I decided to take a different route to the museum today, else you two might have gotten hurt.”

“How did you do that?” asked Scully, slowly feeling the strength return to her legs. The boys' smile got bigger. “You can thank Kaiba-kun for that. His holographic technology is the greatest!” if anything, his smile got wider, and an eerie twinkle appeared in his eyes. “I think I can get you an audience with him, if you want.” Both agents stared at him, unable to formulate a response, which Yugi took as a `yes'. “Great, follow me!” he chirped, and, turning on his heel, made his way out of the alley.

The agents exchanged a glance, than ran to catch up, almost losing the boy in the crowd. This is insane! Thought Scully as she and her partner wove through the startling number of pedestrians. Yugi was so short and so fast that the agents thought they were going to lose him several times, but then the crowd would part, and they would see him strolling along.

Abruptly, the buildings seemed to shift styles, and ahead loomed one of the tallest buildings either of the Americans had seen. Yugi slowed down a bit, allowing the agents to walk alongside him, and cut Mulder off before the man could emit a sound. “You may not know this, but Tokyo is actually a small city, with several other cities lining the edges. The borders of Tokyo are difficult to define, because they merge and blend together. Mushiori, which is mostly suburbs; Kibara, the rural side of town; then there's Domino City, where a lot of the computer technology is developed; Nerima, with the most dojo's and fighting schools like Daimon High and Todou Academy; the last side is the Mahora elite school district, which includes all four Mahora schools, Ouran High and the Saint Roberia Women's Institute.

“Now keep in mind that not all the schools are in the Mahora district. There are schools everywhere, just like the Americas. And while the best schools are in the district, it's not where Kaiba-kun went. He and I went to Domino High, for the same reason; it was close to home. We are both brilliant in our own ways, but I think he's much more talented and useful than I am. After all, he's a computer genius. He can invent something, build it, have it work, and be have it be loved, desired, and needed by thousands. Not me. The only thing I'm good at is games.” His cheery smile seemed to diminish slightly, before returning full force as they passed through the lobby doors. Mulder and Scully exchanged a glance over the boy's head before turning to look at the lone desk in the large room.

If anything, his grin was wider. “All right. Kaiba-kun's willing to talk, but we gotta' hurry! He's a busy man, after all!” As if on cue, the elevator to the right of the desk dinged, and Yugi scrambled for it, both agents trotting to keep up. He didn't say anything on the ride up, thought it could be because he was humming in time with the faint strands of music floating through the small car. Mulder was chewing on his lip to prevent the laughter from escaping.

Once at the top, the doors opened to reveal a long hallway lined with glass doors. As the trio walked passed, they could faintly hear the sounds of rapid talking, phones ringing, and various machines humming (or grinding and smoking, as one sooty and panicked room indicated). The very end of the hall opened up into a small lobby, with a pair of rich dark wood doors, and a desk with a very stressed secretary typing faster than Scully thought possible. The girl glanced up at the visitors briefly before returning to her computer. “Heh, Yugi-san. I should have known.”

“Known what, Daisy-san?”

“The reason Kaiba-sama's in a huff. Go on in, and please, no dueling this time. We just finished with the remodeling.” Absently, she tugged her rich brown hair out of her eyes, the majority of her focus having never left the screen. Yugi nodded, and aimed his smile at her. “Since you asked nicely…” he started for the door, but her voice stopped him again. “Oh, before I forget, Peach and I are going to be having another party with the guys. You're welcome to come if you want.”

The boy stopped and frowned at her. “Mario put you up to this, didn't he?”

She winced. “Actually, it was Luigi. But I know for a fact that Link, Hakkai, and Gojyo are going to be there as well. Not to mention Kaiba-sama and his girlfriend, Nabiki-san. In case you're interested.” Her smile turned sly when she saw the faraway look in Yugi's eyes, completely matching the stupid grin on his face blooming across his child-like features. “You'd better go in; Kaiba-sama's waiting for you.” he nodded, and lead the agents through the doors in a daze. Mulder barely had time to note the pictures along the short hall (all with white dragons), before another set of doors opened before them, and the Americans got their first look at `Kaiba-sama'.

They had expected an older man. What they got was a tall young man, maybe eighteen years old, with brown hair darker than his secretary's, and eyes and unusual shade of dark blue. He working furiously at a tower case computer and a laptop on opposite sides of the desk. Both agents noted that he was using one hand per computer, and wasn't faltering at either. The area between the computers was littered with scattered pieces of paper, various slender tools, and a partially finished… thing. Stray wires and multicolored computer chips were visible from where the three stood, and Kaiba seemed to be irritated about something.

“This had better be good, Yugi.” He didn't even look up from his work.

“Kaiba-kun…” the man twitched, and looked up from his work, just then noticing the agents. “Who are you?” his voice was sharp, and compelled an answer from the recipient. Dana found her mouth open before she realized what was happening, and forced it closed. Kaiba frowned, but only leaned back in his chair. “Yes?”

“We had a few questions regarding your holographic technology.” Piped up Mulder from her right. The executive flicked his cerulean eyes to him. “Really.” It was more of a prompt than a question. The American struggled with himself for a moment, then blurted out his thoughts. “Mr. Yugi here rescued us from a mugger. Somehow, the air around us went dark, and he made our attackers vanish. When we asked him about it, he said that it was your technology. Is that true?”

Kaiba looked at Yugi, his face revealing nothing, but his eyes flicked up and down the young teens' body once before glaring into those rich purple eyes. Yugi just raised an eyebrow, and smirked pointedly at his rival. It was all Kaiba could do to hold in his blush, and he jerked up from his seat, only to start cramming his work haphazardly into a large metal briefcase. When he turned to pull his white trench coat from the coat rack behind his desk, the three visitors noted a glimmer of gold attached to his belt at the hip. No one got a good look at it, but Yugi's smirk got deeper, and his eyes gained a reddish tint to them.

“Kaiba-san?” started Scully, but Seto sneered at her. “Yes, it was my technology. Now get out of my office, I have a meeting to get to.”

“But Kaiba-san-” Scully stopped short when she realized the world she saw was not the CEO's office, but the street in front of the building. Mulder was glaring at his watch, and Yugi was no where to be seen. Flustered, she turned to her partner, a question on her lips. He saw, and answered before she asked. “We're missing four minutes. Do you remember walking out of his office?”

“No. Nor do I remember the ride back down, or going through that lobby again. And where is Yugi? Did he come with us?”

“No,” Mulder was staring off into space as he tried to recall what happened when they left. “I think he stayed with Kaiba. I… they were talking… something about spirits and milleniums and fools. Then, I'm out here. What do you think happened up there?”

Dana sighed. She had no idea as to what had happened. “Mulder…”

“Ah, never mind. Perhaps we should ask Minamino what happened.” He looked excited about talking to the Japanese Agent again.

“What makes you think he would know anything about this?” Dana shot him down without effort, and tried to convince herself that she did not, find any enjoyment, whatsoever, in seeing his face fall into disappointment. He sighed to himself, and conceded defeat. “All right. Let's catch a train back to the shrine. We'll ask if they have their own personal library, and see if we can't find something similar to what happened today. Or what we've seen and heard since coming here.”

“You just want a home cooked meal from Yukina-san!” accused Scully, glowering at him as they started down the street. The man managed to avoid looking her in the eye. “Really, Scully, when was the last time you had a home cooked meal from someone who actually knew how to cook?” now it was his partner who was refusing to make eye contact. Mulder did a short victory dance in his head. Dana 4, me 1.

 

 

The train wasn't too crowded, so the Americans were able to get seats next to each other. Dana sat with her hands and her eyes on her purse, the blank expression on her face notifying Mulder to the fact that she was analyzing the day's events in her mind. That, or she was eavesdropping on the conversations of the passengers around her. Either way, she didn't want to be disturbed unless she was in danger of missing their stop. So the male agent was left with nothing to do.

Slowly, feeling as though he was half-asleep, he looked around the train car, taking in the appearances and mannerisms of the others one at a time. His eyes finally stopped on an elder man, with graying blond hair, and a tired face, sitting right in front of him. It looked like he was talking to his dog.

One second passed, then another, then the sleepy feeling was gone. As discreetly as he could, he leaned a little bit forward, and tried his hardest to hear what he was saying. “… more careful, alright? You'll never get… this way… be a little… atient, Siri...” The dog (which, by the way, was black, shaggy, and gigantic!) barked once, seeming to agree with the man, and laid its large head in the mans lap. He continued. “And another thi… Ministry is on the lookout… You can't… wandering… in your human bod… even the muggles… look like. If they find you… back in pris… too old to see… in there. Remember, you… take care of Harry… locked up again… Do… -stand me?” the dog whined, and nodded its head without removing it from where it lay. Mulder opened his mouth to say something, but the train, which had gradually been slowing, stopped, and the agent lost sight of them in the mass of people boarding and departing the car. When he was finally able to stand up without hurting someone or himself, the doors had closed, and the man and his dog were gone, and the platform was rapidly emptying of life. They were gone.

 

 

Dana refused to listen to her partner as they trudged up the many, many, stairs to get to the temple. At the top, they saw Genkai standing on the porch, apparently waiting for them, and smiled when Scully jerked. “Genkai-san!”

“That's me. If you two are hungry, I know that Yukina is almost finished with lunch. Minamino also brought the kids over, so I hope you don't mind noise.”

“Are you going to eat with us, Ms. Genkai?” asked Mulder, frowning slightly at her short stature. The older woman smiled at him, sending shivers down his spine. Is it just me, or was that just a little evil? “Save me a seat, why dontcha'?”

“Yes, ma'am.” Murmured Mulder, and he grabbed his partner by the wrist and pulled her toward the kitchen. Once there, the agents began to wonder if they should skip lunch, but the door was yanked open before they could move away. At first, they didn't see anyone, but then they looked down, and saw Bakura sneering at them. “Oh, it's just you guys.”

“Bakura!” a man's voice cut through the air, making the boy wince. “Nani?”

“Be nice! Mulder-san, Scully-san, please come in! We thought you'd be back early today.” Minamino waved them over from where he was sitting at the table, surrounded by children and a smirking Kazuma. Tsukasa was sitting between two twin girls, both of them about six years older, and both of them leaning over him, cooing and talking about how cute he was. A young girl about the same age as Bakura was glaring at him while he made faces at her from the other side of his father. An empty spot between one of the twin girls and Kazuma was obviously for Yukina, but other than that, there were only two other places set at the table. Mulder commented on it.
“I don't understand. Why would there be more than the two places for you?” asked Kuwabara. Scully started. “Well, where is Genkai going to eat?”

Her question brought silence to the table. The littlest girl shot a glance at her father. “Dada, didn't you say that normal humans-”

“Eh, Scully-san,” the man interrupted, pointedly focusing on the American. “Genkai-sensei has be dead for almost thirty years now. We couldn't possibly serve her dinner at this point.” The agents exchanged a glance. “She can't be dead. We spoke to her the first day we were here; she's the one who gave us your address, Minamino-san! And we saw her just a few minutes ago, she told us that lunch was almost ready, and that we should get ready for some noise in here!” Scully saw that everyone save Mulder was staring at her as though she was crazy. “And she smiled at us, this really evil smile, and told us to save her a seat.” She finished, trying not to mumble. Kuwabara snorted, and Minamino smiled as he closed his eyes. “Yes, that would be her.” He murmured.

“I beg your pardon?” asked Dana. The redhead just waved her off. “Nothing. Though I will insist that Genkai-san has been dead for decades. I was one of the few at her funeral, and I have to tell you, not only was it was an open-casket affair, but if she was still alive, she'd be over one hundred and twenty years old. Trust me when I say that she is not alive. It just isn't possible.”

Mulder swayed on his feet. “Then who were we talking to? How many short, old ladies with pink hair do you have around here?!” the children burst into giggles, and both adult men turned their gazes to the ceiling, trying to fight their smiles. For a few moments, the Americans remained where they were stand. Then, when Yukina came in carrying a large bowl of Oden, they managed to stagger to their seats, and eat lunch. The shock was too great to do anything when their hosts announced that they would be going out for a night on the town, and that the agents had the shrine to themselves until around midnight.

 

 

Around 7 o'clock, the phone rang. Cautiously, Scully moved closer to it, and when it jarringly rang for the third time, she screwed up her courage and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Hi! Is this Dana-san?” the question caught her off guard, seeing as how precious few people knew where she was, much less the actual phone number. “Er-yes, it is. Who is this?” Mulder mouthed a question at her, but she only shrugged in response, unable to answer verbally without being rude to the person on the other line.

“My name is Masaki Anzu! Yugi-kun told me that you and your partner are investigating alien sightings.” The girl sounded like she was a teenager, but the American couldn't be sure. It was so hard to judge age based on a voice heard over the phone, no matter how good the reception. “Oh, yes, we are-” the girl cut her off.

“That's fantastic! You should visit my cousin, Tenchi-kun. He knows tons about aliens!”

“Anzu-chan-” was this girl always so excited?

“He lives in Okayama, at the foot of the Masaki shrine! Though you might want to leave early, unless you want to get there in time for lunch!”

“Anzu-chan-” Dana began to twitch as she was interrupted yet again by someone who couldn't be more than half her age.

“Oh, don't worry, I've already called ahead and let him know you're coming! He sounded so excited over the phone!”

“Anzu-” Mulder winced at the tone of voice that she normally reserved for cornering murderers. It didn't seem to have any effect on Anzu.

“Oh, look at the time; I have to get to my ballet lessons before my sugar high wears off! Have fun tomorrow!” All Dana heard after that was the click of the line being disconnected, followed by the always-annoying dial tone. Frustrated enough to let it show, she replaced the receiver on the cradle a little harder than necessary, then proceeded to explain to her partner (through gritted teeth and clenched hands) what their plans for tomorrow were.

Predictably, Mulder perked up at the mention of aliens, and agreed to go and speak to this Tenchi, and see what he knew. Well, thought Mulder as he slipped away from his growling partner, at least we won't be bored. I wonder what this guy is like…

 

 

 

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