I am spelling his name Hiiro Yui because that's what the katakana translates out as. Thanks all for the responses. Look out for who I end up pairing WuFei with. HP pairings? Maybe a little H/R…

Crossed chapter 2

"Someone else is working alongside us, you know," the tall familiar person said in an amused tone, "Though I haven't met up with them yet. I believe it maybe be someone we know?"

The surprised had worn off, well, at least for one of the group.

"Trowa, hi! Great to see ya! Where ya been all this time, eh?" Duo asked with much vigor.

"Hello again, Duo. I've been home, mostly."

Duo sighed. "Yeah, that sure is specific, since we never actually found out where your 'home' is… why can't you just tell your associates, like a regular person? Oh no wait, let me guess. You're not a regular person, thus does not have to follow whatever regular person laws of sense decree. Right?"

"Got it in one," was the amused response.

"So," the braided one continued, "Do you, or 'someone we may know who is working beside us' actually know the name of the target? Or perhaps a proper description not along of the lines of 'you'll know him when you see him'?"

"Unfortunately, no."

"Aww…"

-scene change-

That night was the same as any other first night back at school. The Sorting Hat sung it's sorting song, as it did every year, and it was much enjoyed. And now, it was time for the sorting. Our little group of missioners were off to the side with the rest, still looking out for anyone they'd know when they saw. And thus, names began to be called.

"Abbots, Tom!"

One small group of three waited patiently to see the fate of their new friend. Of course, they did not know his surname, so they did not know how long they would have to wait. They did not miss the small number of new students who looked older then the rest, of course.

"Andrews, Danielle!"

And one boy felt extremely alone in a crowd full of people.

"Barton, Trowa!"

Trowa stepped up to the stage and sat obediently, as the hat was placed on his head. Unlike most, the voice in his mind did not surprise him one bit.

'Ah, you've done this before, I see. If I remember correctly, it was-'

I mean no disrespect, but could you please get on with it?

The hat was also not one bit surprised at being thought back to.

'Mmm… you deceive the other students here, with sly and cunning… but you do this for a good reason, I see. You have a brave soul, though. So I believe I know what house to place you in, Mr. Barton.'

"GRIFFINDOR!" The hat roared quite suddenly. The table applauded greatly, and Trowa rose to sit at his 'new' table. He was not at all surprised about where he had been placed. He sat towards the front end of the table, closer to the stage, to look out for the target, and their associate. What he did notice only a little while later, was someone he knew, by the name of-

"Catalonia, Dorothy!"

Well, that sure was a surprise. Trowa, and his other 'associates' had known this woman not long ago. It also did not surprise him when she was placed in Slytherin hall.

"Chang, WuFei!"

Trowa really hoped WuFei would be in the same hall. He found it a little hard to get on with people, half-expecting them to understand his sense of humor. He would often forget that these people really were children, and thus did not know the same things as him. Another non-surprise as the young dragon was placed in his hall, and found his place right next to him.

More names past, and they waited patiently for Duo to be called, when they both were surprised by the name that had to be that of their other accomplice.

"Long, Meiran!"

-scene change-

He stood nervously. His name would be a way down the bottom of the register, so he knew it would take him a while to do as the others were doing. He wondered greatly how the hat sorted people. Did it sort them based on their past? Their present? Their future? Why was it taking so long for some people and so little time for everyone else?

It seemed to take forever, and yet when he heard his name called, it was almost as if no time at all had passed.

"Winner, Quatre!"

He stepped up to the stage, careful not to trip, and sat in the chair as the hat was placed upon his head.

'Hmm… yes…, you have a lot in your past…'

The voice of that Hat, which had surprised him at first, drifted away from the forefront of his hearing. The small noises in the hall became strangely silent, and his vision began slowly to dim. He felt he should be panicking at this, but just could not will himself to make any action, whatsoever. The only sound he could hear was the pounding of his heart in his ears, which was rapidly speeding up, and his anxious breaths. He should be listening to the hat! If he didn't hear what hall he was in, who would tell him?

Quatre…

A stab of pain ripped through his chest, and he looked around nervously. Who was calling him? Where had everyone gone?

Quatre…

He needed to scream, to shout, to do anything, but all he could do was choke on his own breath as another stab tore right through him.

"…FINDOR!"

All at once his senses rushed back to him, almost sending him reeling as he only caught the tail-end of his house name.

'Griffindor, boy,'

He slowly rose to the clapping of his hall-mates, and joined them. As soon as he sat down he propped his head in one hand and rubbed his chest with the other. This wasn't the first time this had happened.

He knew it wouldn't be the last.

-scene change-

The rooms this year had changed, thanks to five new fifth-year students. However, they were not simply placed in the same dorm – no, they were spread out. Harry, Ron, and Neville had the privilege of having their two usual roommates replaced with two new ones. At least one was vaguely familiar.

Everyone else deciding to hang out in the common room, Harry decided that maybe he wanted a little alone time, and the closest he could get to that at this moment was in the dorm room. Or, so he thought.

For some reason it didn't surprise him to see the little blond laying balled up on a bed. He almost expected it, as if he already knew…

"You do."

Though muffled, he heard this clearly.

"Excuse me?"

"You do already know, Harry."

Harry sat on the bed, slightly confused, and now slightly concerned.

"What do you mean?"

This question didn't receive a response.

The next statement came to him quite suddenly, and he wasn't even sure why he'd said it once he had.

"I know you, don't I?"

He looked up at Harry at this, eyes twinkling with a strange mix of obscurity and sincerity.

"Yes, yes you do. You know my every secret. And one day soon, you'll be able to tell them to me…"

-end-