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Chapter List
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Title: Vacation
Blues

Author: Shi-koi

Author's
Note: Single slashes i.e. / are Yugi's thoughts to Yami, and double
slashes i.e. // are Yami's thoughts to Yugi. (Telepathy)

Content:
AU, Action/Adventure, Angst, Violence, Sexual Content, Adult Content.
Slash, *YAOI*, Lemons & Limes. Crossover between Yu-Gi-Oh! and
Harry Potter.

Warning:
*YAOI* and citrus. Rampant violence, Duel Monsters coming to life,
extreme overuse of 'Avada Kedavra' and mild OOC with all characters.
(Well duh! They aren't gay in either series or film or even books,
are they?)

Pairings:
Yami/Yugi, Draco/Harry, Severus/Seto, Ryou/Bakura, (implied
Malik/Marik), (Heh. Not including Mokuba though. I'm keeping him all
to myself! Muahahahahahaha!)

Disclaimer
: Yu-Gi-Oh! is not mine. Except in my dreams. All hail the god that
is Kazuki Takahashi. For without him there would be no Yu-Gi-Oh!
universe at all. <shudders in horror> Unfortunately, Harry
Potter isn't mine either. *sigh*

Translations:

Japanese
= English, Hai = Yes, sure, okay., Jii-chan = Grampa, Bishonen =
Pretty Boy, Aibou = Partner, Nani? = What?, Hikari = Light, Yami =
Dark, Ja ne! = See ya!

::

Chapter
One

::

“Mutou-san!!
Mutou-san!!”

“Mr
Mutou!!”

Yugi
dashed into the Turtle Game Shop, slamming the door and leaning
against it in relief, the journalists, with their cameras, still
calling impatiently from outside.

“Damn
vultures.” Yugi muttered.

“Yugi?
Is that you?”

“Hai.
Jii-chan. It's only me.” Yugi called out. Stepping away from
the door. He paused long enough to make sure the window blind was
firmly fastened shut before locking the door and making his way up
the stairs to the living flat above the shop.

“Tea?”

“Please.”
Yugi flopped onto the couch in the lounge. A tired groan escaped.

Sugoroku
brought in a tray with three cups and a pot of green tea.

“Here.”
He passed a steaming cup to Yugi.

Yugi
took it gingerly, the warm mist gently rising and breathed in the
familiar scent gratefully. He took a sip, sighing with appreciation,
his body slumping further down into the seat, his leather-clad body
bonelessly settling down.

Sugoroku
smiled. “You really needed that, huh?”

Yugi
waved a hand lazily. “Hai.” He groaned suddenly.

“Yugi?”
Sugoroku frowned.

“Sorry,
muscles aching, that's all.”

“Hmn.”
Sugoroku shook his head, powder grey bangs escaping from the bandanna
he'd tied around his head. “You need to take a break.”

Yugi
snorted. “I wish.” He closed his eyes.

“Where's
Yami?”

One
violet eye opened slightly, before Yugi yawned. “He's at the
apartment. He filled in for me at the LiveDuels interview last
night.” Yugi chuckled tiredly. “I'm just glad they
haven't figured out we're two different people yet. Otherwise we
wouldn't even have time to sleep.”

“Well.....everything
should die down soon. When you've had your fifteen minutes of fame.”

“Ha!”
Yugi suddenly sat up, ignoring his loudly protesting muscles. “It's
been a year since Duelist's Kingdom, and a whole six and a half
months since the Battle City debacle. Yet have the media given up?”
Yugi shook his head emphatically, tri-coloured bangs and spikes
waving madly.

“Hmmn.”
Sugoroku looked thoughtful. “Ever thought of simply losing a
game?” He asked mildly, purposely ignoring the horrified
shudder which went through his grandson's body.

“Lose?!
Gah! I'd rather be hounded by the media for the rest of my life!”
Yugi shuddered then shrugged. “Besides, that wouldn't really be
right, either to me, Yami or whomever we lost to. It wouldn't be a
fair win.”

“Then
I guess you're in a quandary.”

“Pffft.
I'll just have to think of something.”

“Yes,
because your previous ideas worked so well.”

Yugi
looked indignant. “Well, how was I supposed to know the black
hair dye would run in the rain?”

“Uh
huh....what about the time you faked leaving the country?”

Yugi
snorted. “It wasn't my fault those damn fangirls had to pull my
hat off.”

Sugoroku
glanced at his grandson's spiky hair. Sharp black spikes, tipped in
blood red were framed by soft blonde bangs around Yugi's still
slightly rounded face. He looked far younger than his nineteen years.
In fact, he could still have easily passed for fifteen. Of course,
the fact that he was still only 4ft 9 didn't really help.

“What'cha
thinking?” Yugi asked, when his jii-chan looked lost in
thought.

Sugoroku
smirked. “I was just remembering what that woman called you.”

“Which
one?” Yugi looked warily at Sugoroku. His grampa had a perverse
sense of humor when he wanted to.

“The
one which called you a 'Pocket Bishonen'.”

Yugi
blanched. “Gah! I remember her,” the petite youth
shivered, “she was scary, she kept asking me if I wanted to do
a 'private interview'. Yuck.”

“What
did you tell her?”

This
time, it was Yugi's turn to smirk, it made him look surprisingly like
his yami. “I told her I had a harem hidden away, and that if
she wanted, I could sign her up for a 'screening' test.” Yugi
snickered. “She couldn't get away fast enough.”

“Heh.”

Yugi
sighed suddenly. “But that still doesn't sort out this mess.”

“What
you need is a way to get out of the country without anyone, and I do
mean anyone knowing.”

Yugi
rolled his eyes. “Uh huh. Easier said than done.”

Sugoroku
shrugged. “Maybe it is.”

“Eh?”

“Use
a Dragon.”

::

Yami
rolled over, the sheets tangling around his legs. Annoyed, the dark
spirit simply kicked them off, snuggling deeper into his pillow.

“Yami!!”

Yami
blinked, then groaned.

The
door slammed. “I'm home.”

//Aibou,
please try and be quiet.// Yami sent down his mind-link with his
hikari.

/Sorry./

Yami
covered his head with his pillow. //You don't sound sorry.// He sent
peevishly.

/Heh.
That's because jii-chan thought of a way for us to get a break./

//Hmmn.
How?// Yami gave up, sitting on the bed as Yugi bounded through the
door, his earlier fatigue banished by the thought of a holiday.

“Use
a Dragon.”

Yami
gaped. “Nani?”

Yugi
grinned. “Well? We still have the Red-Eyes Black Dragon, don't
we? The one Jounouchi gave us.”

“Hai.....”

“Well
then. It's more than big enough to fly us out of the country, so no
reporters, no nosy flight attendants wanting autographs, no wannabe
Duelists wanting to challenge us and best yet....no interviews!”

Yami
flopped back against the bed, unashamably naked. “One problem
aibou.”

“Hmmn?”

Yami
threw a pillow at Yugi. “No-one is supposed to know about our
Shadow Powers!!”

Yugi
blushed. “Ooops?”

Yami
snorted in exasperation. “What do you think would happen if
people suddenly saw a fifty foot black dragon suddenly appear out of
nowhere? Especially one which looks surprisingly like the Red-Eyes
inside Duel Monster cards.”

Yugi
gave a small sigh. “We could always try going at night, maybe
summoning him in the middle of some woods, or at Kaiba's property.
He's got some of the most secluded forests around, and he already
knows about you, and the Shadow Realm.”

Yami
thought for a moment. “He might, or he might not. He doesn't
like me.”

“But
he doesn't mind me, and Mokuba likes both of us. If anyone can
convince Kaiba-kun, it's Mokuba.”

“I
guess it's worth a try.”

Yugi
grinned. “Don't worry, no-one will find out anything.”

“I
hope so aibou.” Yami sighed. “A vacation.”

::

“No.”

“Demo...Kaiba-kun!”

Kaiba
stopped walking. “I said no. What are you waiting for?”

Yugi
looked up at the taller man. “Please?”

Kaiba's
cobalt blue eyes narrowed. He shook his head, thick mahogany locks
settling back into place. “My answer is final.” He
stalked off.

Yugi
ran up next to Kaiba. “Seto, you know how hard this has been
for me,” he paused, looking around, “and Yami.”

Kaiba's
eyes hardened at the mention of his nemesis.

“Look,”
Yugi pleaded, “we're not going to be staying. We just need to
use your forest to summon our Red-Eyes.”

“Yugi,”
Kaiba stopped, looking down into Yugi's wide violet eyes. “I've
already told you. I don't want any Shadow Magic near Mokuba or
myself. You know as well as I how unpredictable the Shadow Realm is.”

“But...you
don't have any problem using your magic?”

The
tall teen stopped, his eyes boring holes into Yugi's. “How do
you know that?” He demanded.

Yugi
flushed uncomfortably. “We....Yami and I, and probably Ryou,
Marik and their yamis, can tell whenever someone accesses their
Shadow magic.” Yugi fidgeted, his fingers twining nervously.
“It didn't take much to realise it was you.” Yugi
shrugged, meeting Kaiba's unflinching gaze. “We expected you to
regain your memories of Ancient Egypt, so when we found traces of
magic leading to you, we weren't worried.”

“I
see.” Kaiba frowned. “Were you able to sense what kind of
spells I was casting?”

Yugi
shook his head. “No. But I know you'd never harm anyone without
reason.”

“Without
reason....?”

“Hai.”

“So
you and Yami weren't worried?”

Yugi
sniffed. “Yami has a tendency of crushing peoples' minds when
they threaten me, or they die gory deaths.” Yugi stated dryly.
“I don't really believe he's in any position to criticise
anything you do.”

A
brief flash of amusement crossed Kaiba's icy blue eyes. “I
see.”

“So
you won't mind us Summoning the dragon, will you?”

Kaiba
sighed. “The magic I use originates from within myself. I had
to access the Shadow Realm in order to fully restore my memories.
Summoning a creature is far more dangerous than simply casting a
spell.”

“Yami
is more than qualified, Kaiba. We are the Guardians of the Shadow
Realm. We, and especially Yami, know better then any the dangers
which lie in wait. And the creatures trust us.”

“Yugi,
this is all very well and good. But the risk to myself and most
importantly, Mokuba, is just too great.” Kaiba shook his head.
“I'm afraid I simply do not have the same confidence in Yami's
abilities as you do. He is far too hot-tempered and prone to acting
rashly for me to feel comfortable with him doing a Summoning of this
magnitude. Even Bakura was unable to fully materialise a creature
during Duelist Kingdom, and he is an expert at such things.”

“I
shouldn't have told you about that.” Yugi grumbled.

A
small snort escaped from Kaiba before his usual indifferent mask
settled back into place. “It makes no difference. My answer is
still no.”

“But
Kaiba-kun!”

“No!”

Kaiba
stepped back when a flash of crimson streaked into Yugi's eyes. He
frowned. “Follow me.” He led the way into KaibaCorp,
Yugi/Yami trailing behind. Kaiba closed the door firmly behind him
when they got to his office.

This
time, the crimson completely covered the violet.

“Yami.”

Yami
scowled.

“I
was talking to Yugi. Split if you want to stay. But I'm not going to
waste my time arguing with a 5000 year old dead Pharaoh.”

“Fine.”

There
was a small flash of light and Yugi stood next to Yami, shaking his
head. “It wasn't nice to take control, Yami.”

Yami
flushed. “Sorry aibou, I was just feeling a little frustrated.”

Kaiba
snorted. “What, your little hikari not enough for you?”

Yami
growled, his eyes flicking to the blush on Yugi's face. “Don't
push it, Kaiba.” Yami spat out.

Kaiba
stared at the taller of the twin-esque youths. Yami's crimson eyes
blazing. Finally, Kaiba sighed reluctantly. “Fine. You two can
use my property to summon your Dragon.”

“Thank
you.” Yami tilted his head slightly.

“Woohoo!”
Yugi jumped on Kaiba, giving the startled boy a hug.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou!!!”

Kaiba's
cheeks pinked slightly. “Don't think I'm being nice,” he
scowled, although the effect was ruined by the tiny blush still
evident on his cheeks, “I just don't want to get nagged by
Mokuba later.” He shook his head. “You know what little
brothers are like.”

Yugi
grinned. “Yeah, they act like Jounouchi.”

Yami
smirked. “Yugi, Jounouchi is six months older than you.”

Yugi
shrugged. “Yeah, but he doesn't act like it.”

“Yeah.”

“What
time do you want us to come over, Seto?”

Kaiba
frowned. “When are you planning to leave?”

Yugi
exchanged a look with Yami. “As soon as possible, probably
tomorrow night.”

Kaiba
nodded. “Fine. I'll arrange for you two to be picked up from
the Kame Game Shop, I assume you will be there, to say goodbye to
your grandfather?”

Yugi
nodded. “Hai.”

Kaiba
flicked a hand at the door. “Shut it on your way out.”

Yami
rolled his eyes.

“Ja
ne Kaiba-kun!” Yugi called out as Yami pulled him out of the
room.

::

Yami
looked outside. “How about some last-minute shopping?”

Yugi
blinked. “Eh? You? Go shopping? Are you feeling okay Yami?”

“Yes.”
Yami scowled. But we may want to pick up a few warmer clothes, since
I doubt we'll be going anywhere warm.”

“Don't
you want to see your homeland?” Yugi asked curiously.

Yami
shrugged. “Egypt's changed a bit too much. I don't think I
could cope with the visual reminder that the world I once ruled is
nothing but dust.”

“Oh
Yami.” Yugi leant his head against his dark half's shoulder,
wrapping his arms comfortingly around his waist.

Yami
rested his head against Yugi's. “It's okay aibou.”

“Come
on!” Yugi grinned, pulling away, his hand entwined with his
lovers.

“Yugi?”

“You
said you wanted to shop, so lets go!”

::

“Hmmn.”

“Yami?”

“Whoever
designed these shopping complexes needs to be banished.”

Yugi
snickered. “Lets sit down.” He tugged Yami over to a
small coffee shop, buying a large mocha for himself and a
super-strong sweet espresso for Yami.

“First,
we need to decide where we want to go.”

Yami
frowned. “How will we do that?”

“Don't
know.” Yugi paused. “Are there any places in particular
you want to visit?”

“Somewhere
with a lot of greenery. Somewhere that's not too hot, or too cold.
Somewhere we can buy presents for the others.”

“Ah.
That does narrow it down.” Yugi thought for a moment. “How's
your English?”

Yami
shrugged. “Not perfect, but almost as good as yours.”

Yugi
nodded. “I'm completely fluent, thanks to Ryou.”

“So
where does that leave us?” Yami asked.

“Well,
I'm leaning more towards either New Zealand or England.” Yugi
decided.

Yami
scanned Yugi's mind, picking up what information Yugi had on both
countries. “How about we visit New Zealand first for a few
months, then go to England. That way we could pick up some stuff for
Ryou. He hasn't managed to see his birth-land for a while, has he?”

“No.
I think it's been about three years since Ryou was last in England.”
Yugi nodded. “Great! So we'll go to New Zealand for a few
months, then England for the rest of our vacation.”

“How
long are we planning to be gone?”

Yugi
thought for a moment. “About a year? That would give us a good
nine months to visit England. I'm sure Ryou would write out a list of
recommended places for us to visit, if we asked.”

“Then
we ask.”

::

Six
months later, London, England.

Midnight.

A
handful of robed figures ran through the woods. They were supporting
four wounded members.

“Are
they getting any closer?” One of them panted.

“I
think we lost them.” Another whispered.

“Damn
Death Eaters.”

The
six who were holding up their friends helped them to sit down.

“Have
we managed to get far away enough to apparate out?”

A
few of the robed figures shook their heads. “No. We can still
feel the wards.”

“Damn.”

A
man with short red hair took stock of their surroundings. He motioned
to the two most able of his aurors. “Davis, Abrams, keep
watch.”

Both
men nodded, their attention focused on the dark forest around them.

“Arthur?”

The
red-haired man turned at the voice.

“Yes
Dorothy?”

Dorothy
shook her head. “We have to get out of here soon. I don't think
either Pearson or Abbots will make it otherwise.”

Arthur
rubbed his forehead tiredly. “I know.”

“It's
not your fault. None of us expected a trap.”

Arthur
sighed. “It still doesn't help. I can't see why Fudge is
allowing this to continue.”

“Because
he's a short-sighted fool of an ostrich.” Dorothy shot back.
Dark brown eyes glinting. Her white hair looked almost blonde in the
lack of light, belying her age.

There
was a sharp rustle in the bushes. Half a dozen wands were immediately
pointed at the offending shrub.

Davis
stepped out.

“There's
some activity to the west of here, about two miles away.” Davis
whispered.

“And
the missing children?”

Davis
shook his head. “There were no sign of them. I think the report
was false.”

Arthur's
shoulders stiffened. “Damn. Four of our team are injured, for
nothing!” He hissed.

“Davis,
go help the others up. We're going to have to keep going. I don't
know how far out the wards go. These Death Eaters were obviously well
prepared for our arrival.” Dorothy ordered.

“Ma'am.”
Davis left.

“What
now?” Arthur said grimly.

“We
hope for a miracle.”

::

A
large black dragon soared above the immense woods, it was invisible
against the midnight sky. Glowing red slanted orbs gleamed against
thick black hide.

“Yami.”

“Hai?”

“What
are those flashes of light down there?”

Yami
looked over Yugi's shoulder, his eyes aimed at where Yugi had
pointed. He frowned at the small flashes of multi-coloured light.

“I
don't know, aibou.”

“Maybe
someone's trying to light a flare, or call for help...” Yugi
thought out loud.

“I
doubt it. Look at the formation. There are two distinct sides. A
larger one on the North-western side, and the smaller one, with less
flashes sent almost haphazardly, from the Eastern side.”

“How
can you tell?” Yugi asked curiously, leaning his head back to
look at Yami.

Yami
smirked. “I was a keen strategist during the civil wars back
home. Egypt beat back many invaders with my lead.”

“Cool.”
Yugi looked back down. “Shall we see if anyone needs help?”

Yami
rolled his eyes, grateful that Yugi had turned away before he could
witness his immature move. “You always have to try and help
people, don't you?” The dark spirit asked wryly.

“Heh.
I guess.”

“Fine.”
Yami motioned to the Red-Eyes to fly lower, it responded with a deep
rumble.

As
they got closer, Yami started to feel uneasy.

“Aibou?”

“Hai,
Yami?”

“I
don't like those ones to the west. They feel.....wrong.”

“Wrong,
how?” Yugi asked, a worried crease lining his smooth brows.

Yami
shifted uncomfortably. “They feel twisted. Not dark,
just....slimy, wrong......like a creeping evil.”

“What
do you want to do?” Yugi asked quietly, twisting around
slightly to wrap an arm around Yami's waist.

“Help
those others. They feel odd, but neutral, like a normal human.”

Yugi
nodded. “Okay.”

The
Red-Eyes flew into the canopy, his long sinuous body sharply veering
around the trunks of the massive trees. His eyes glowed as he found
his target. The small group of oddly dressed mortals, the scent of
fear strong. With a screech the Red-Eyes Black Dragon landed 30 feet
away from them, his dark form lost amongst the blackness.

::

“What
the hell is that thing?”

Arthur
glanced up at the huge shape flying directly towards them, there was
no chance to fire a spell, all the aurors still standing simply
flattened themselves against the mossy forest floor.

“Was...was
that a d-dragon?” Lander gasped. He was fresh out of training.
A tall youth with a lightly freckled face and pale blonde hair.

Arthur
motioned for them to stay down. The Death-Eaters had stopped hounding
them with the screech the creature had made, obviously waiting to see
what was going to happen. He was certainly not expecting two petite
youths to walk out of the shadows where the beast lay.

“Are
you okay?” The taller of the two shouted.

“What
do we do?” Lander whispered, Davis coming to stand beside him.

“I
don't know....ask them who they are, if they work for You-Know-Who.”
Davis whispered back, just loud enough for Arthur to hear.

The
red-haired man frowned, but he stepped forward slightly anyway. “Who
are you?”

The
two youths whispered between themselves for a moment, too far away
for Arthur to hear anything.

Then
the taller of the two stepped forward, His strange spiky hair seemed
to glimmer in the moonlight. “I am Yami. This is Yugi. We saw
the flashes of strange light, we wondered if anyone needed help.”

Arthur
turned questioning eyes to Dorothy. She narrowed her eyes, but
nodded.

“Why
didn't you try to help the other side then? Why us?” Arthur
called out.

This
time the smaller one stepped forward. He looked to be a smaller twin
of the other youth. “Yami said the other group feels weird,
bad, evil. You don't. You feel normal. We didn't want to get closer
to them, so I asked if we could take a look and see if anyone needed
our help.”

“Wh...”

Yami
held up his hand, silencing the question. He tilted his head, a frown
on his face as he closed his eyes for a moment, allowing his senses
to guide him. His eyes suddenly flashed open. “They're getting
close.” His crimson eyes slitted dangerously. “Do you
want our help?”

Arthur
looked behind him. Only himself, Dorothy, Davis, Lander and Abrams
were in any condition to fight. The others were too weak from having
been hit with multiple hexes, curses, spells and the fight and flee
battle they'd been having.

“Yes.”

Yami
nodded. “What do you need?”

“We
are trying to get out of the forest. We have transport arranged, but
we cannot activate it until we are past the forest boundaries.”

“I
see.” Yami looked at them closer. “Have you any injured?”

“Yes.
Eight of my team have been hurt.”

Yami
turned back to Yugi, talking in rapid hushed whispers. Then both
youths came striding over. The aurors were shocked when they realised
just how small both boys were. Yugi barely came to their lower
chests, and Yami hardly reached mid-chest. At 4ft 9 and 5ft 1 they
were tiny.

Arthur
frowned. “Er....”

Yugi
rolled his eyes. “Where are the injured?”

“I'll
show you.” Davis volunteered, leading the way.

“The
other group will converge on your positions in less then nine
minutes.” Yami stated.

“How
do you know?” Dorothy demanded.

Yami
turned eerie ruby eyes onto her. “I can feel their taint.”

Dorothy
shuddered under that regal gaze.

“Yugi,
Summon Ariella.” Yami called.

Yugi
turned back, giving a sharp nod. His lips compressed into a thin line
when he saw the wounds sustained in the fights. He turned to Davis.
“Stand back.”

Davis
frowned. “Why?”

“Do
you want them healed or not?”

Davis
nodded.

“Then
move.”

The
brown-haired auror stepped back, leaving Yugi facing the eight
wounded from where they lay on the forest floor and against a few
trees. He looked on in puzzlement as Yugi turned his back on them to
face Davis, Lander, Dorothy, Arthur and Yami. Then Yugi pulled out
something from a pocket on his metal-studded belt.

“Mystical
Elf, come forth!” Yugi shouted.

There
was a flash of light and a strange light-green skinned woman knelt in
front of the boy. She stood gracefully.

“Master
Yugi, how may I be of service?” Her voice was melodic, seeming
to dance on the air.

“These
people have been wounded. Can you heal them?” Yugi asked,
ignoring the stunned shock on the stranger's faces.

Ariella
walked over to the wounded. She shut her eyes, singing a soft melody.
After a moment her eyes opened. “I can heal the worst of their
injuries. The rest will need one-to-one care.”

Yugi
nodded. “Do it.”

Ariella
knelt in front of the injured men and women. She shut her eyes and
began to sing. As she wove her spell, the worst visible wounds
started to close, their pale skin began to blossom with colour and
their breathing evened out.

“How...?”
Lander gasped. “I can't even tell she's using magic. It just
feels like the air is fresher, sharper.”

“Ariella's
magic is special. She's an Elf.” Yami stated in amusement. He
cocked his head. “You don't seem surprised to witness magic.
Most normal people would have either keeled over in shock or been
bombarding us with questions....and you have not yet asked about my
Dragon.”

“We're
wizards.” Arthur said shortly. “But I've never witnessed
an apparation like the one used to bring that elf here.”

“Apparition?”
Yami looked puzzled. “Yugi Summoned her. What is an apparition,
other than a spirit?”

“Apparation.
To apparate. Move instantly from one location to another.”
Dorothy clarified.

“Ah.”
Yami still looked slightly confused. Suddenly his eyes narrowed.
“They're here.”

::

TBC

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