Hi guys! This is dedicated to PenPusherM because both she and I are home sick today! Wheeee!

Disclaimer: I swear upon an overdose of Halls Plus with Medicine Center and Vapor Action Cherry-Flavored Cough-drops that I don't own YYH, YGO, or HP.

Solid Brick Walls

Yugi bounced cheerily along in the London train station. He was more than happy to have escaped the jet, seeing as his dark and Kaiba refused to go within 10 feet of each other. To a light spirit such as himself, this feeling of cold, mutual spitefulness was too stifling an aura to endure for long periods of time.

Poor Mokuba had gone through the same ordeal, his mind battling between companionship for his two heroes – his brother, the hero who had saved him, or the hero who had saved his brother. He had hid it rather well, though, his head only snapping between the two a few times before settling for the on-flight drink bar.

Mokuba, deemed the most neutral – and therefore most responsible – member of the group, was handling the letters and navigation. The parchment in his hands had been rewriting itself every few minutes, giving additional instructions as they completed the last set. Scanning the newest information, Mokuba groaned. Directing the taxi by 'Left! Left again! Straight! Back up three blocks!' had been hard enough.

But now it wanted them to find Platform Nine and Four Thirds?

"Honestly!" the teen grumbled to himself, "This is getting ridiculous!"

Mokuba winced as he felt his older brother's gaze narrow at the small of his back. "What is it now, Mokuba?"

"We need to find Platform Nine and Four Thirds – by ten tonight, which, I might add, is in another fifteen minutes."

Yugi, returning from an escapade in a local gift-shop, glanced around in wonder. "That can't be right….it goes from Platform Nine, to Ten, to Eleven."

Seto's patience was by now, running thin. "Fine," he growled, "We'll just walk in between Platform Ten and Eleven." And with complete confidence and a little flair added to his stride, he walked straight into a brick wall, disappearing from both Yugi and Mokuba's sight.

Exchanging glances, the two ran behind him. "Wait up!"

Seto hadn't exactly expected his stunt to yield results – at worst, he had reasoned to himself, he would end up knocking himself unconscious and escape from Yugi's eternal cheeriness. He glared at the wall as he came towards it, willing brick to part before him. Mokuba had always sworn that his brother could glare at the clouds and order them to stop raining, so he figured it might be worth a try.

Mokuba would also swear from this point on that his brother was more sleep deprived at that moment in time than he had been in his entire life.

But as he hit the wall, no sensation of pain came, a cool sliding motion coming over his eyes as he saw nothing but the color of red brick. A small jolt went through his body and the CEO suddenly saw a sign labeled "Hogsmeade Express". A large, sinister looking black and gold train rolled into view, bearing the same label. Seto dimly registered Yugi and Mokuba bursting into the station behind him, wearing bewildered and awe-struck expressions.

Yugi was having a furious battle with Atemu to avoid sending the entire station to the Shadow Realm – during the split second they had passed through the wall, the pharaoh had lost contact with his light. He flickered between control until Yugi finally won out, regaining his cherubic form.

Mokuba recovered first – after all, it wasn't the oddest of things he'd ever encountered – and in a very business-like fashion, straightened out his shirt and proceeded to climb a set of stairs onto the train.

"Are you two coming or not?"

"Walk through the wall?" was a skeptical question.

"Bingo!" came the cheery reply.

"The brick wall?"

"No, you idiot, the plastic one beside it," intruded a third, more sarcastic voice.

"The very hard, very solid, brick wall?"

"It can't be solid, Yusuke, if we walk through it," announced the voice of reason.

"Can't I just break the damn thing instead?"

"Nope! Then you'd break the barrier too!" the cheery voice answered.

"You idiot human, just walk through!" hissed the formerly sarcastic, now turning impatient entity.

"I don't see you walking…."

"Fine. Kurama, you go."

"Hiei, you're being as awful as Yusuke. And Botan's already gone through by herself." Footsteps were heard and the aforementioned voice made it's way towards the topic of discussion, sliding easily through.

Grumbling, the owner of the impatient voice strode through. "I don't trust this."

The holder of the originally skeptical voice was left standing in front of a very obviously solid wall. "Here goes nothing."

"Hey look! More people came through the wall!"

Seto's head barely jerked as his brother made this observation. Once the three had taken seats on the plane, the CEO had opened his briefcase on a nearby table, opened his laptop, and discovered something horrible.

It wasn't working.

Quickly, he had checked his cell phone. Dead. Wireless communicator built into his lapel? Dead. The newest duel disk prototype? Granted, it wasn't supposed to work – but it still didn't respond to any signals given, and was therefore deemed dead. And Mokuba's iPod? As a mixed blessing, dead.

Kaiba should have known walking through a wall wasn't good for these things!

The appliances now lay strewn throughout the compartment, each taken apart to the microchips. Yami had taken over his hikari's body, fascinated at the intricacy in each part, trying vainly to hide exactly how lost he was in Kaiba's area of expertise.

Tearing his eyes away from a rather shiny piece of something that looked vaguely important, he queried, "What do they look like?"

"Full profile, Mokie," Seto growled from his table seat, still frustrated with his machinery, and began a fast paced exchange of knowledge with his brother, having learned that Mokuba's first impressions of a person turned out to generally be true.

"Umm…First through, a woman with bright blue hair, pink kimono – "

"Odd for other Japanese natives to be here. Continue."

"Rather pretty, obviously optimistic attitude. Second through, a very bishonen type man, red hair, green eyes. Rather mild temperament, walks softly."

"A pretty boy?"

Mokuba nodded. "I first thought he was a girl – but the upper body's all wrong."

Seto nodded. "Proceed."

"Third, black haired man with what seems to be a mean streak. Carries a katana – and he looks shorter than you, Yugi!"

Seto scoffed. "It's a miracle."

"Both my aibou and I resent that." Yami had finally found his way back into the fast paced conversation, barely getting enough time to interject his opinion.

"Last through," Mokuba sighed, "Seto, he looks like a Jou clone with black hair."

"A bumbling idiot. That was the last?"

"Yes. They're entering the train now."

Yami stood, walking the few steps to the doorway. "I'll go to greet them. Something tells me that two such odd groups should meet."

"Excuse me? You're the only really odd one here!" Mokuba retorted, laughing.

Yami allowed Yugi to take over. "I am not!" he pouted, interjecting a small dose of puppy eyes.

Mokuba laughed again. "Won't work Yugi – I used to pull that off better than you. Besides, you're the one with a pharaoh in your head!"

Yugi grumbled and (((in utmost maturity))) stuck out a dainty tongue at Mokuba. As he turned to search out the newest party (((and escape banter with Mokuba))) he ran face first into something soft and pink that 'oofed' when he hit it.

As he backed away, the hikari once again cursed his lack of height – generally, when he smacked into a woman's chest, they whacked him. Hard.

And this girl was holding an oar, for goodness sakes!

But instead of the expected reaction, she beamed and grabbed his hand. "Hello! I'm Botan! What's your name?"

Something faintly clicked in the duelist's head – if she wanted to play like that…. "I'm Yugi! I hope we can be great friends!" broadening his smile, he shook her hand as enthusiastically as possible, dimly hearing both Kaiba and the pharaoh gagging in the background. "Would you like to join us in our compartment?"

"That would be lovely, Yugi! Guys, come here and introduce yourselves! I've found a kindred spirit!"

Three figures whisked by Yugi, skirting as far around the two as possible, just as the train began to rumble and move along the tracks.

"Kurama."

"Yusuke Urameshi."

"Hn."

Yugi cocked his head and turned inquisitive eyes towards his new friend. "His name is 'Hn'?"

Laughing bubbly, Botan shook her head. "No, of course not! That's Hiei!"

"Hn."

The red-haired Kurama spoke. "Mostly we figure that means 'yes'."

"He's a little unsociable," added Yusuke.

Hiei regarded the glass window carefully. Then, in a sudden, sleek movement, he bashed the glass with the hilt of his katana – in just the right place to make all the shards fall neatly out. As three out of six onlooker's jaws dropped, he hopped into the window, content for the rest of the ride.

Yugi, growing bored of the crisp intensity in the air, switched with his yami, just as Seto began a new range of highly descriptive expletives directed at the machinery scattered before him. Looking up, Yusuke's eyes scanned the gadgets.

"You know none of them will work, right? They've all been coated in magic."

"What?"

"The signals can't get through. They're blocked by magic," Yusuke repeated slowly, as if to a small child.

"Of course. Why not? Everything's got to do with bloody fucking magic now, doesn't it? Maybe….hmm….if I can just make it small enough….."

Yami sighed. "Well, you've lost every opportunity to talk to him now. He'll be immersed in that project until tomorrow, at least."

Mokuba rolled his eyes, then directed his attention back to the newcomers. "So, where did you all come from?"

A rustle of unease went through the tantei. All four had agreed to avoid telling their story unless absolutely necessary – quite honestly, how likely was it that, 'Oh, she's the grim reaper. They're the world's greatest ex-thieves. And I'm dead.' would go over well?

Finally, Yusuke emerged with an, "Around Japan. You?"

The same problem was met on the other side of the compartment, and was answered with, "Oh – the same."

The rest of the ride continued in silence, but somewhere along the line, a truce had been reached.

Reviews

Crazy Hyper Lady: Thank you once again!

Inu-Ice-Dragon: Umm…..I can do all of those except the Hiei/Kurama one, or PenPusherM and AnkaratheFierce (Whom I see nearly every day at school) will gut me where I stand. I'm not quite willing to risk my neck like that just yet. And I'll have to read up on Harry/Draco pairings to get a decent feel for them, but I'll take a shot at it!

Utah's Shadowed Moon: I understand! Every time I go on AOL, it kills my computer! Like, shuts down and won't let me get back onto anything! Argh! And I am updating! Don't hit me with that sword!

Chelley Angel: (Bows) Thank you! I like my disclaimer too! Hiei receives your opinion and gives you a friendly "Hn," for your sympathy.

Rosedark: I like my bloody creampuff too! Bakura may have to live on a diet of them for this fic, we'll see.

Sugarpony: He'll always have a big part! Him and Seto and Mokie are my absolute favorite characters!

PenPusherM: (Sniffs disdainfully) Fine, maybe I'll just have to chop Kurama's hair off, just for that. ((Oh, my God. I saw a fic that actually did that in all seriousness. They chopped it DOWN TO YUSUKE'S LENGTH and DYED IT BLACK. It was horrifying.))