"I won't go in there!"
"Are you a man or a mouse?" snapped the Auror Captain. "We need to go in there and arrest those troublemakers."
"But we can't, they have diplomatic immunity."
"Fudge will HAVE our diplomatic immunity if we fail to bring in these troublemakers. Now move!"
"The portrait, it's opening!"
"Stand ready men!"
Screaming ensured as the men were sent into hysterics. Honda looked at them as they ran away in terror, gibbering madly. Looking at his hand, which carried a large butcher knife, he then looked at Bakura who stood smirking in the background. "Someday you're going to have to tell me what you DID to these guys to set them off like that with a little knife like this."
"Later, mortal. Lets get lunch before the idiot Pharaoh and the Mutt eat everything."
When Someone Won't Take No For An Answer
Written By Shaun Garin
Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Monsters is owned by Kazuki Takakashi and Studio Dice. JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. All characters are used for non-profit and for entertainment purposes only.
Day 5 : ... and offering your spleen as dinner.
The wizarding world would breathe a collective sigh of relief as the announcement came. Aurors wept in joy as their job to bring in the group of troublemakers from Japan ended. And most likely than not, people stared in shock and horror as construction crews emblazoned with the logo of Kaiba Corp rolled into Hogsmeade.
Muggles. MUGGLES! The outcry was far and wide as muggles came, yelling and moving their big loud machines everywhere. Wizarding folk scattered and clasped their hands around their ears in order to stop the loud clanging of the machines. Several of the giant bulldozers rumbled across the land and the sound of helicopters filled the sky, bringing the materials needed for construction.
Madam Rosemerta stomped out of her tavern and made her way straight for the lead muggle. Folding her arms, she cleared her throat.
The lead man, a big burly fellow with giant oversized lips looked at her and twitched his helmet. "Hello ma'am. What can I do for you today?" he asked in heavily accented English.
"You could start by telling us what you people are doing here," said Rosemerta crossly.
"Seto Kaiba's orders ma'am. We're commissioned to build a Kaiba Corp outlet here, magical branch. Fortified with Cold Iron in case of attack, and the inside is technology with magical mixes and wards. Don't worry yourself about it. Most of us will forget we were here anyhow once we're all done." He smiled pleasantly. "Sorry about the mess, but we're using specialized technology to build in a magical area." Turning to his companions, he yelled out to them. "All right, start drawing people!"
Kingsley Shacklebolt watched the group of men and woman start in on drawing a huge circle in a large vacant lot in the middle of Hogsmeade. "Hmm... that's interesting."
"Wotcher, Kingsley!" greeted Tonks as she walked up. "What a ruckus. What is this anyhow?"
"Muggle construction group," answered Kingsley, earning a surprised look from Tonks.
"Muggles? Kingsley, did you say muggles? Muggles, here, in Hogsmeade of all places?"
"Muggles who obviously know magic," said Kingsley, gesturing to the large circle that was being drawn into the ground and filled in with some red powder. "Looks like a circle of binding, but the anti-muggle ward inscriptions are all wrong."
"That's Celtic, mixed in with Egyptian Hieroglyphics and from what it looks like, Aztec and Native American rune-circle markings. I think they're actually going to bind the land to work with the natural currents of magic we wizards produce. Fascinating."
"Mind running that again in pure English, Tonks?" asked Kingsley.
"In short they are making a muggle building that will support and allow magic to interact with the land and everything within the marking. Once it burns into place and is given the proper power infusion. If I didn't know any better, I'd almost say that the ward will work splendidly with muggle technology while letting the natural magic to flow into their machines without disrupting their electrical thingies."
"Construction is on schedule, Mr. Kaiba," said Roland, giving his employer a polite nod.
"Excellent. Mokuba is at the site now?"
"Yes sir," said Roland. "Along with Mister Sugoroku and a visitor."
Seto's eyes narrowed. "What sort of visitor?"
Roland swallowed at the display of Seto's infamous cold temper. "Well, he's right behind you, Mr. Kaiba, sir."
Seto turned and wished he hadn't as the man grabbed him in a giant hug and swung him around like he was a puppy. "Kaiba-boy! It's good to see you again! It's been what, a year since we last met?"
"Pegasus, let me go this instant!" yelled Seto.
Pegasus pouted and let the younger teenager go. "For shame Kaiba-boy, I spend good money to crawl out of bed when I'm still suffering from acute magical depletion just to get your new building up and running? I'm shocked at your lack of trust."
"The last time we met, you shoved my soul into a card!" snarled Seto.
"Oh, so are we admitting magic is real?"
"Just... don't... go... there..."
Pegasus smirked. "Seriously Kaiba-boy, when I heard you had gone to the magical world, I jumped at the chance. And when Mokuba started commissioning men and women to go and make your outlet, I thought to myself that you needed help. After all, Cold Iron in a magical town will just make things harder in the long run."
"And I suppose you have an answer to this?" snapped Seto.
"But of course! After all, Industrial Illusions is mostly cold iron itself, but many of my employees are magical. I'm sure Sherman and Patrick up on level 17 would be appalled if their magical coffee maker couldn't work due to the incompatible mix of the land."
Leading Seto towards the large set of windows, he gestured. "Look, Sugoroku is already down there, making sure the first circle of warding is complete. It will allow magic to freely interact with the technology in the building, not that you care seeing that cold iron tends to get in the way of magic. Once that thing lights up and burns itself into the ground, we can start digging and laying the foundation. After the foundation is set, a second layer of magic will be added, preventing intrusion of the evil kind. Third and fourth layers will be set with a capping layer on the top floor. Of course we will have to get someone skilled enough to renew the wards and any muggle working there will have to be exposed to the clarity charm for a while, till the magic on the third layer of the building will sink into their being, allowing them to work in magical places."
"So what do you get out of this, anyhow?"
Pegasus smirked. "Face it Kaiba-boy, if you were to work with the wizards, they'd go on a reversed wizarding hunt for muggles. And I mean for the sporting kind. Being that Industrial Illusions is closely working with the American Magical Embassy, my suggestion is to make it a dual outlet. For magical Duel Monster cards and muggle technology that has been adapted to the area around us. Magic and technology don't mix often, but I know enough to make it work. And besides, the new magical cards are so precious, it's simply sinful!"
Holding up a card that was labelled in his original English language, Kaiba was surprised to see the Blue Eyes Toon Dragon suddenly look at him, snigger and give him a Japanese Red Eye. "Precious, isn't he?" said Pegasus, cuddling the card. "I have two decks, one muggle, one magical. Of course if I used the magical cards, it would have shorted out the Duel Platform. And obviously we wouldn't want to plummet to our doom."
Seto folded his arms and glanced over the construction site from the vantage point they stood at. "So why are you here anyhow? Obviously it's not because you just wanted to draw some circles in the dirt."
"Frankly I'm here to speak to Yugi-boy," said Pegasus.
Kaiba smirked. "You'll have your chance. He's right behind you staring in open mouthed shock."
"Pegasus!"
Pegasus grinned and turned around with arms outstretched in a hug. "Yugi-boy, good to see you!"
Yugi made an OOF sound as the older man grabbed him in a tremendous hug and let go. "I thought you were dead!" exclaimed Yugi.
Pegasus chuckled. "Faked it. Although I WAS bedridden for months suffering from severe magical depletion."
"What are you here for anyhow?" asked Yugi curiously. "It can't be for something simple."
"Perceptive as ever, Yugi-boy. Very well. When we had our duel during Duellist Kingdom, I lay down some rules regarding the outcome of the duel. One of them was the promise that the winner would receive 60 of the company's stock, in essence becoming CEO of Industrial Illusions."
Yugi gaped at Pegasus in open-mouthed shock. Kaiba was no better; his eyes bigger than they normally were and one of his hands were twitching involuntarily. I owe Honda five hundred yen! "You can't be serious! I can't run a company all by myself!"
Pegasus folded his arms. "Yugi-boy, this is NOT up for debate! You have your grandfather, Croquet is already handling the production of the recent cards, you have resources and you have ALL of my research for the next few sets of cards. Face it, no one but the King of Games would I be offering this to. Besides, your grandfather has buried the hatchet, and I think he's actually planning to personalize one of the rooms at I2 and move your mother there when you are ready to go to assume the head of my company AND you already own sixty percent of the stock while I have my twenty percent. The rest is divided up between shareholders and a private hold for anyone you wish to marry and give as a present to."
"This is kind of a lot to take in all of a sudden," said Yugi. "What about school? I'm only going into third year of high school before I graduate."
"Once you do, the chair is waiting for you. Any college courses can be handled at the San Francisco Community College while you run the company part-time. Of course you would be needed to perform any executive decisions but in all, it isn't that hard to do. Croquet is doing just fine and he has no training in a formal business course." Pegasus smiled and clasped a hand on Yugi's shoulder. "I'm serious Yugi-boy. If there's ANYONE that I would want to assume the head of my company, its you."
"Well... All right. After all, we have to keep the game fresh."
Pegasus clapped his hands. "Splendid! Now, Kaiba-boy, don't you sneak away. I have some concerns about the location where you are building Duel Academy."
"What about them?" asked Seto.
"That place is BRIMMING with magic. Certainly you would know that at best, students who go there could be in danger at any time."
"Construction is on schedule," said Seto dismissively. "If you're so concerned, go and burn a circle into the concrete."
"I'm serious, Kaiba-boy. That place is the resting place of the three Legendary Demons."
"Say what?" asked Seto, raising an eyebrow.
"Even though there are the three God Cards, Osiris, Ra and Obelisk, so must there be evil as well. I knew this when I created the three God Cards and when I did, I realized there must be balance as I went and created the three Legendary Demons. The three Legendary Demons are under seven levels of seals however and each piece of the seal will be given to the headmaster of the academy. Make sure when you hire someone, make sure they're trustworthy enough to protect the seals with their LIFE."
"And if I refuse?"
"I'll borrow my Millennium Eye from Yugi-boy and force your soul into a Blue Eyes Toon Dragon Plushie until you relent."
"You're sick."
"Yes, and I KNOW how to use the Eye. After all, this one isn't doing things the same way." Pegasus raised the hair over his covered eye and Seto recoiled at the blue eye that spun around on its own violation. "Wonderful, isn't it? It's a magical world prosthetic, top of the line. It can see through walls, invisibility cloaks and anything else."
"I was WONDERING how you knew I had your Eye," said Yugi.
"Quite right. While I am the former owner, I do not wish to take it back. I am sure that events are in motion. While I don't need a magical eye to see things anymore, this one working quite well, I'm sure that something has begun." Pegasus sighed and covered his magical blue eye again, letting his hair settle over his face. "Come now! I hear the House Elves are top notch in their cooking. I have been looking forward to tasting their work."
"So is anyone weirded out from this turn of events?" said Jounouchi.
"More like the fact that Pegasus is making jokes with Mokuba and Sugoroku like they were old friends, despite the obvious bad blood between them?" Anzu pointed out.
"That, and he isn't freaking out at the idiot Tomb Robber sitting across him, throwing in the lewd joke every so often," finished Malik.
"I have this feeling that Bakura is still planning something," said Honda.
"I must agree with Honda," said Rishid as he sipped at his stew. "One does not become your friend, despite the presence of one who would gleefully destroy the world being your current drinking friend and fellow arsonist."
"Like we need something like that. Hey, our flight is today. Shouldn't we be packing soon?" asked Anzu.
"Kaiba is staying behind for a while, making sure no one slacks off. And Mokuba is also staying as well, as he wants to see the grounds of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. We're all getting a ride on the Hogwarts Express since our fight is at 2 am in the morning." Answered Jounouchi.
"Lucky," grumbled Malik. "Mine is at 4 am."
"I'm going to miss this place," said Bakura suddenly. He stomped twice and yelled, "Oi, Elves! Rare steak, and that means blood! And a pint of beer!"
The food appeared on his side of the table and Bakura grinned savagely as he ripped into his bloody steak like some kind of wild man. Taking a huge dripping piece of meat and eating it with his fingers, he chased it down with a huge drink of his beer. "Aaaah, where else can you get raw steaks and Egyptian Beer? I swear this is the EXACT brew I drank five thousand years ago in my favorite tavern."
"Egyptian Beer? OLD beer?" asked Malik as he stomped on the floor twice. A tankard appeared and he drank deeply. Slamming down the tankard, he let out a whoop. "WOW, that IS good! It's really old too, aged!"
Rishid stomped his foot twice and a similar tankard appeared. Taking a sip instead of a giant chug, he nodded. "Yes, this is a very old brew. It must have been kept very well."
"I wonder if we can get one of those House Elves to bring a few barrels back home," remarked Bakura idly. "I should see about asking Dumbledore for some."
"Elves or beer barrels?" asked Yugi wryly.
"Both," said Bakura with a wide grin. "Evil Minions are always good when they're enslaved to your will."
There was a general rolling of eyes as Sugoroku tapped his foot onto the floor. "Anything for you, Pegasus?"
"Red Wine. If you could get one from say, France, around the 1700 mark?"
Tapping his foot twice, a tankard of Egyptian Beer and a delicate glass with a bottle next to it appeared, filled with a deep red wine. Pegasus sipped at his drink and his eyes lit up. "Incredible. It is a truly remarkable vintage with such a mix of a delicate taste and the full body of a wine of the century. I will be asking Dumbledore for several bottles of this fine vintage."
"It is good that you approve, Mr. Crawford," said Dumbledore from behind them. More than one of the visitors jumped at the voice. "I would be more than happy to transfer a few barrels of our Egyptian Beer and Arc de Triumph wine, 1701."
"Thank you for allowing us to visit," said Anzu, bowing politely as she spoke for the rest of the non-English speakers. "I'm sure that I would love to visit again."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled merrily. "You and your friends are always welcome at Hogwarts, Miss Mazaki. Your antics have given us a reason for expanding into the Muggle world and allowing technology into Hogwarts. A few of my staff members have acquired a few of Mr. Kaiba's Duel Disks and several boxes of cards. I am certain that this game, as well as technology will catch on in our world."
"Looks like we created a monster," remarked Seto with a smirk.
"I also fear that this world is in for some trouble later on," said Dumbledore. "The Dark Lord Voldemort has arisen before the end of summer, and Mr. Harry Potter faced him in a duel. A student of ours died in the process as well. So far, I have had no replies to the position of Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor, and I may have to let the Ministry Appointed Professor take the position."
Sugoroku rubbed his chin. "Well, that is quite the predicament. I would offer to take up the position, Professor Dumbledore, but I have to see Yugi through the rest of his story. And the Pharaoh as well."
"I understand," said Dumbledore.
"Though, if you require assistance, my resources are available for your disposal," said Sugoroku.
"As with my own as well," added Pegasus. "I may not be a normal mage, but I have learned magic on my own. If you could lead me to the basement, I can reinforce your wards and build a ward that will allow technology and cold iron to work on Hogwarts grounds. Although I WILL require the assistance of some of your Professors in order to carve the circle into the ground."
Professor Dumbledore's expression lit up. "You can manage that? No one has adjusted the wards of Hogwarts in centuries."
"Please," said Pegasus flippantly. "The ancient Aztec people were the first ones to use Metal magic. Then the Eastern Mages used it as well. This is just an extension of their work, using liberal applications of magic from various types and a personal favorite item of mine."
"I will help as well," said Sugoroku. "A second warding will keep the technology from dying out prematurely as well as muggles who have received the clarity charm to retain their ability to work in the surrounding area for extended periods of time."
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Dumbledore. "Please notify one of my professors when you are ready to begin."
"Well, this is it. We're leaving the magical world." Said Yugi.
"It's been a long trip, I must admit," said Ryou. His hair turned upwards a little and Bakura smirked. "Just don't think I will be going soft on you, idiot Pharaoh. The King of Thieves goes soft on NO ONE."
"I think the English said it best; Bring it." Snapped back the irate Pharaoh.
"And there they go," sighed Honda as the two dark sides snapped and snarled at each other. "Do you suppose they will be at each others throats the whole plane ride back?"
"If it comes to that, we're putting them on opposite sides of the plane." Said Jounouchi as he settled into his seat to wait for the flight. Four hours for international flights, especially flights in the middle of the night, was extremely frustrating. He yawned tremendously and settled down into his seat. "Wake me up when it's time to board."
Anzu giggled. "Best wake up when we kick you. Otherwise we'll be leaving you in England."
"I'm sure Kaiba would LOVE to give me a lift," muttered Jounouchi as he settled down into his chair.
"You take that back, idiot Tomb Robber!"
"You and what JSDF, idiot Pharaoh!"
"Grrrr..."
"GRRRRRR!"
"GRRRRRRRRR!"
A punch.
"Oh that does it! Have at you!"
"C'mon ya pansy!"
"What are you gonna do, bleed on me?"
"Ow, quit gnawing at my ankles!"
"You taste like old mummified remains, idiot Pharaoh."
"I'll have you know I am ROYAL!"
"A Royal PAIN!"
"Is that the best you can do, you Indiana Jones Wannabe?"
"Ouch, that stung. Did your mother teach you that or did your little light teach you that when he was on his knees!"
"I do NOT swing that way!"
"And I'm sure half of Khmnet would agree with you Mr. Most Handsome Man of 5000 BC."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"No you."
"You."
"You."
"You Infinity."
"You Infinity times three."
"Oh, was that a challenge I hear for the worlds biggest stupid remark?"
Malik watched in open-mouthed shock at the level of maturity his Pharaoh and the idiot Tomb Robber displayed. "Are they always like this?"
"This is as much as we see without them coming to real blows." Answered Honda. He yawned and turned over in his chair. "Wake me up when they start yelling at each other in Ancient Egyptian. That's always funny to see."
"May the fleas of a thousand camels infest your armpits!"
"Ibis give you a heart attack!"
Rishid palmed his face. And the week had begun so well too.