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I'm sure you have, but don't get snappy with me, yet.

I edited the previous chapters, so check them out for more details and understanding. I also tried to tally the votes, but gave up after the twenty-eighth "YES 4 YAOI". Thanks for participating, by the way. The result is at the end, but don't get your hopes up.

Now, before it becomes a year…


Chapter Five: The Great Hall

Raito could not believe it. He just couldn't.

He goes through the trouble of transporting between worlds, plots how he'll become the new god of this world as well, and then L had to do what he does best (no, not pulling a Scooby-Doo and solving mysteries).

Stalking. That is L's greatest gift to give.

Inter-dimensional stalking was something new, and Raito just had to give him credit for that. Even he wouldn't go the lengths to kill someone, if he had the choice.

Raito faked a smile. "How did you get here, Ryuuzaki?" he asked tightly.

L plopped on a seat and pulled his legs up to his chest (and Raito thanked himself that the odd man at least decided to wear shoes, as he'd hate to be associated with someone who walked around barefoot with his thumb's nail in his mouth).

"I was invited specifically," the dark-haired man explained. "A man named Dumbledore hired me, and I couldn't refuse after learning that you would be a student here as well. By the way, how did you get here?"

Raito sat in front of L, aware of the eyes of Draco and his friends following him. "Magic, of course," he said.

L looked up at him. "This all feels absurd, all this speak of magic and schools for wizards," he replied.

"It may, but it also feels like reality, doesn't it?" Raito responded. "Perhaps the thought is more like as though we were in a dream, as I felt that way the first three days."

"Hmm… Also, the Task Force was missing you, and Matsuda was actually bemoaning your absence, amusingly." L said suddenly.

The teenager chuckled. "That idiot, he needs to invest in a life," Raito muttered. L nodded and they both sat, thoughts racing.

'He's right here in front of me, carrying on a conversation. And he can easily disrupt my plans! I need to get rid of him, but without Ryuk, even the Shinigami eyes are out of the question, and I don't know his true name yet. There has to be another way to discover his name, and I think this school can teach me how,' Raito thought, staring into L's black eyes unwaveringly. The older man stared back, chewing on his thumb's nail idly.

And then his mouth opened.

"67 percent, Raito,"

Raito cursed in his mind.

It seems that this was going to be harder than expected.

The train finally stopped and the doors opened ominously. Raito stood up abruptly and followed Draco, leaving L to his own devices.

The platinum-blond looked at him curiously. "Did you know that man?" he asked.

Raito nodded. "He's an old acquaintance of mine, but not that I was happy to see him."

Draco cocked an eyebrow. "You weren't happy to see an old friend?" he responded.

"I never did say 'friend', now did I? And I'm far from happy, quite far."

"Hmm… this is an interesting event…" Draco murmured, and Raito nodded in agreement. From the corner of his eye, the sandy-haired teenager noticed a giant of a man waving an arm and yelling in a boisterous voice.

"Firs' Years! Firs' Years this way!" he called, and a good chunk of the children from the bus hurried on over to the man. Raito tapped Draco on the shoulder once to get his attention.

"Do I follow that man, since technically I would be considered a First Year?" Raito asked with a slight hint of fear in his tone. If there was one thing he didn't want and he knew he didn't want from the bottom of his godly heart, was to be stuck with a giant man and an entourage of children.

Draco shook his head. "I don't believe so. Perhaps you should stay with me, since the situation in a bit unclear. Maybe they'll call your name before the feast, if we're lucky."

Raito let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, I was almost scared."

"Of getting stuck with Hagrid? Don't worry, I would be too."

And so, they entered the castle doors, the chattering of voices resounding in the large space and everyone lined up in front of a door. A strict looking woman stood in front of the door, eyes glaring at all of the students.

"Silence!" the hall became quiet. "Now, line up according to year and family name, and do not, I repeat, do not attempt to pull and pranks or tricks during the course of the feast. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded and she nodded once as well.

"Good. And, welcome to Hogwarts," and the doors opened, leading to an even bigger hall with four extremely long tables along the hall vertically and one long table facing them on the far side of the hall. Raito looked to the ceiling and almost let go of his knapsack in shock, as the ceiling was painted to the look like the sky, except the stars almost seemed to be moving.

"It's charmed to do that," Draco explained from beside him, almost making him jump. "It's bloody brilliant, probably the best part about this school."

Raito felt inclined to agree, but fell silent as the old man from his nightmares walked up to a podium and smiled. All the older students scrambled to certain tables, while the First Years stood nervously. Raito stood as well, deciding to wait for further instructions.

"Welcome students!" Dumbledore greeted in his raspy voice. "And for all of you who are returning, welcome back!"

Raito tuned out the rest of the speech, considering how Hogwarts: A History described the speech in detail, proclaiming that it was the same speech every single year. As in, no new things would be added, and no new things would be announced.

"…new teacher at our school!" And then Raito looked up at the mention of something new.

Well, there went that theory.

"Meet your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Hideaki Ryuga," Dumbledore announced, gesturing at the slouching man at the table. L nodded and Raito watched him with calculating eyes, once again over-analyzing the situation.

L walked up to the podium and stared unnervingly at the students, not blinking. "I am honored to be working with you students of this esteemed school," he said and he slinked back to his seat. Raito snorted, he could easily tell when the older man was lying, and he didn't even put any effort into it this time.

Dumbledore clapped a few times and smiled. "Thank you, Professor Ryuga, for your glorious speech!" he exclaimed. "Now, the sorting can begin!"

Dumbledore moved from the podium, a high stool showing up from seemingly thin air and a ragged hat that looked like it had seen better days sitting on top of it. A long tear stretched across the middle of the hat, sewn half-heartedly at the ends.

The flaps between the rips opened, and in a raspy, old voice, the hat began to sing.

"In times of old when I was new
And Hogwarts barely started
The Founders of our noble school
Thought never to be parted:
nited by a common goal,
They had the selfsame yearning
To make the world's best magic school
And pass along their learning.
"Together we will build and teach!"
The Four good friends decided
And never did they dream that they
Might someday be divided,
For were there such friends anywhere
As Slytherin and Gryffindor?
Unless it was the second pair
Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw?
So how could it have gone so wrong?
How could such friendships fail?
Why, I was there and so can tell
The whole sad, sorry tale.
Said Slytherin, "We'll teach just those
Whose ancestry is purest."
Said Ravenclaw, "We'll teach those whose
Intelligence is surest."
Said Gryffindor, "We'll teach all those
With brave deeds to their name,"
Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot,
And treat them just the same."
These differences caused little strife
When first they came to light,
For each of the four founders had
A House in which they might
Take only those they wanted, so,
For instance, Slytherin
Took only pure-blood wizards
Of great cunning, just like him,
And only those of sharpest mind
Were taught by Ravenclaw
While the bravest and the boldest
Went to daring Gryffindor,
Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest,
And taught them all she knew,
Thus the Houses and their founders
Retained friendships firm and true.
So Hogwarts worked in harmony
For several happy years,
But the discord crept among us
Feeding on our faults and fears.
The Houses that, like pillars four,
Had once held up our school,
Now turned upon each other and,
Divided, sought to rule.
And for a while it seemed the school
Must meet an early end,
What with dueling and with fighting
And the clash of friend on friend
And at last there came a morning
When old Slytherin departed
And though the fighting then died out
He left us quite downhearted.
And never since the founders four
Were whittled down to three
Have the Houses been united
And they once were meant to be.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
Though condemned I am to split you
Still I worry that it's wrong,
Though I must fulfill my duty
And must quarter every year
Still I wonder whether sorting
May not bring the end I fear.
Oh, know the perils, read the signs,
The warning history shows,
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
And we must unite inside her
Or we'll crumble from within
I have told you, I have warned you..
Let the sorting now begin"

Raito almost thought his brain might stop functioning.

The hat. It TALKED.

"Oh…my God… Whoops, I mean, myself…" he whispered in awe. Some kid in front of him gave the sandy-haired teenager a weird look, which he ignored wholeheartedly. The strict witch from before stood in front of the stool and held a long strip of parchment in her hands.

"Come to the Sorting Hat when your name is called! Andrews, Adam!"

Raito groaned silently as his feet began to hurt from all the standing, but watched as a small boy climbed onto the chair and the Sorting Hat was placed on top of his head.

The seams on the hat that looked like a knife fight gone wild moved up and down silently, causing Raito to raise an eyebrow.


The hat talked in their heads, apparently.

Although, why was he so shocked? He'd been through a lot of, for lack of better wording, crap this past week, and decided that nothing should surprise him anymore.

Not stalker Professor L.

Not talking hats.


An hour seemed to pass, but perhaps Raito was exaggerating. He watched as at least thirty kids got sorted, trying to decipher what the hat was saying before it yelled out the name of the house the student was supposed to join, with all the members of those houses clapping for that one kid.

Once all the children got sorted, The strict witch walked to the front once more. "I'd like to announce a new circumstance, so please hold all further applause until completed," she said. "Hogwarts, for the second time in its history, will be hosting the Elective Learning Program. The Elective Learning Program allows for young witches and wizards who lack the required years of Wizardry education to join the school at the correct year, as long as they possess a strong talent of magic. This year, Hogwarts is proud to announce the program's chosen student…"

She coughed indiscreetly into her fist and looked at the very end of the parchment.

"Yagami, Raito!"

Raito, with a professional sense of egotistical behavior, knew when his cue came. Slowly, he walked to the front of the hall, ignoring the mumbles and mutterings that broke out, only looking from his front one time, and that was to glance at Harry Potter, specifically. With a dark smirk, he winked at the bespectacled boy and finished the walk to the front. The witch glanced at him once and motioned for him to sit down.

Raito sat on the wooden stool, feeling L's coal eyes staring into his neck. With his smirk fixed on his lips, the brunet stared ahead at the curious eyes of the rest of the school and tried not to grimace as he felt the hat placed on his head.

"Raito Yagami… the special student…" a raspy voice said to him.

Raito blinked. "Special, you say?" he muttered.

"Indeed, you are more special than any of the other children I've sorted… I daresay even Harry Potter."

"I've heard many rumors about him, all of them amplifying his special abilities. And you say that I may be better than him?"

"And you know why this is, don't you?"

"You know something, but you refuse to tell me."

"I'm not refusing to tell you anything that you already know. Considering the darkness that clouds your mind and heart, I'd say you know very well what I speak of."


"Your sarcasm is nothing less than underappreciated. Now, after much consideration, I find no house to be better for you than--,"


A dark figure sat on a dark throne in a dark room.

And then someone turned on the lights.

"Turn it off, you ingrate!" a dark, gritty voice hissed. The lights immediately flickered off, and the figure relaxed once more in his loved darkness.

Another dark figure stumbled in front of him, obviously not accustomed to the darkness very well. He kneeled in front of the first dark figure and looked up.

"May I speak, my Lord?"

The dark figure made an annoyed hissing sound. "If you must, then yes." he snapped. This minion wasn't the smartest of his minions, but he was one of the most reliable. That's why he was kept around, anyway.

"Russian Ridgeback has been killed."

"Explain him to me,"

"The dragon animagi that was on our side," the minion explained. "You gave him the orders to attack and delay the Hogwarts Express, and he was killed while in action, my Lord."

The dark figure looked at the minion, tapping his wand in his hand ominously. "And how exactly did he die?"

The minion nervously looked down.

"Cardiac arrest, my Lord," he said. "This means heart attack, by the way."

The dark figure hissed dangerously. "I know what cardiac arrest means, you moron! Crucio!"

The minion writhed in pain as the spell was cast.

The dark figure stopped the spell. "Now, leave my sight!"

The minion nodded hurriedly and stumbled away, accidentally walking into a wall due to a bleary brain, muscle spasms, and the darkness.

The dark man snorted and tapped his wand on his knuckles methodically as he thought.

"What truly happened to Ridgeback?"

End Chapter Five

Okay, now you can stop threatening me.


Oh, and for the poll, YES 4 YAOI won. By a fucking landslide.

I mean, Kira Christ, I was not expecting that much for yaoi.

Pairing are yet to be undecided, and the actual yaoi will take a while to come.

So, people who said NO 2 HOMO, this is for you.