Well, this is... a Maximum Ride and Yugioh crossover. I would like to say it's the first, but... it's not... It's the second. But it's the first one on the fancy schmancy new crossover search engine!!!!! Yay!
May Contain spoilers for... all of the Max Ride books. None for Yugioh, I'm just borrowing Kaiba and his brother. By the way, Kaiba is sixteen (first seasonish) and Mokuba is roughly twelve. I haven't decided yet (so don't leave if you don't like it) but their might be MokubaXNudge. I dunno. Probably not. I hate pairings.
I forgot what else I was going to say. I'll probably remember tomorrow and go "Ah dangit!" Enjoy! It's Kaiba's POV!
You know something's up when you fall asleep in you home, then wake up in a windowless, cave-like room lit by a bare fluorescent lightbulb occupied by your little brother, a girl playing with fans, six other kids, and a small black dog who talks and talks often.
The bad thing about this simple piece of logic is that it never happens like that. Being abducted isn't that simple. Does this confuse you? Of course it does; not many people get it. Let me start from the beginning, a few measly days ago.
It started like any other day in Domino City: warm, pleasant, cloudless. There was no school that day, so I decided to take Mokuba to the arcade. I don't know why he keeps getting me to take him there. I find it pretty boring as of late. Either way, we decided to walk. About halfway there, he suddenly stops, screams in fright, and cowers behind me. It drew unwanted attention.
"What is it?" I hissed.
"D-don't you see them!?" he cried, pointing to air. "They want us!"
It hit me then, what was happening. I bent down to his eye level and said, "Mokuba, you're hallucinating. Close your eyes, take as many deep breaths as needed, then open them again." Mokuba did as I ordered, and when he opened his eyes, he noted that whatever creature he had seen was gone. As you must imagine, this little scene worried me. Never before has my brother hallucinated, and there should be no reason why he should start now. It was too late for schizophrenia, right?
"Move along!" I spat at some pedestrians who had stopped to witness the event. "Go on! Shoo!" Finally, all but one left. She was roughly my age, maybe a year or two younger. She was wearing a short black skirt with red leggings and a violet T-shirt with a long red dragon breathing a flame of light blue ice.
"Can I help you?" I snapped. She held out a hand in greeting, which I promptly ignored.
"I am Mercy," she said. She was roughly 5'4", if I'm not mistaken, with warm blonde hair with lighter highlights and honey lowlights done up in a complicated, loose bun with fly away chunks. Her skin said the sun has seen it a bunch of times, and her light blue eyes darted around, scoping the area. "It's not safe here, follow me," she said simply.
Intrigued, I followed Mercy. She led Mokuba and me down a couple blocks before dodging down a narrow red-brick alleyway. A crappy place to hide, in my opinion. I was going to have to teach her a few things later.
First, she bent down to Mokuba's height (I felt a jolt of annoyance at this) and gently ordered, "Can you close you eyes while I explain everything? It's a safety measure. It'll be explained in short."
"O-okay," Mokuba replied, grasping my hand before doing as he was told. He was so trusting…
"Okay," Mercy started, turning towards me. "Here's the deal." And then she burst into a hogwash explanation, saying something about her being a refugee experiment at a place called the School, and now she was trying to find eight other experiments and a talking dog. She also thinks that Mokuba and I are two of these eight. Preposterous, in my opinion.
"Well, I don't really have substantial proof, other than his 'hallucination' and a feeling I have," she added meekly, implying that what my little brother had wasn't just "ordinary." "By the way, I never got your names."
I found it quite funny that she "explained" this whole big long thing, and she never got the names of her clients.
"I am Seto Kaiba, and this is my brother Mokuba," I said gruffly.
"Great!" she exclaimed before launching into questions like, Were you adopted? Do you remember your old parents?
And then she asked this question: Do you remember anything before the orphanage?
I actually had to think about it. It feels like my life started when I stepped out of a car to see that dreadful place. I mean, I know I had memories before then, but I can't access them. It makes me feel like my first memory was stepping out of that automobile.
"No, I don't," I told her. She mused over this.
"Well, I can't tell you anything yet, because I'm not sure myself, but – crap!" she shouted suddenly. She ducked as something whizzed by her. Mokuba opened his eyes in alarm and drew my attention to a group of humanoid beings at either end of the alley. I say humanoid because they didn't seem to be entirely human. They were bald, their skin was pasty, and – get this – they had guns attached to their arms instead of a hand.
"Duck!" Mercy yelled. I obeyed without hesitation, taking Mokuba down with me as bullets began to fly. I looked up at her in time to see her bounce up the walls like Mario. From somewhere on her body, she pulled out two fans and whipped them open, one black, one violet, both with red floral designs. And these fans weren't the cheap plastic ones you get at the museum's gift shop; they were the kind the queens of England had, only not as feathery.
She pressed both feet against the walls and threw one fan in front of her like a Frisbee or a boomerang or something, then bent over backwards to throw the other one at the other group. She used her momentum to do two backflips back to the pavement, landing nimbly on her feet. I watched as a fan sliced through a couple of our surrounders as if the fans were deadly metal, not thin cloth and stiff plastic. I was expecting unearthly blood and gore right there, but the humanoid things turned out to be robots.
The fans made a large arch back to Mercy, who caught them skillfully. She slid them closed and kept them in her fists for quick reference.
"Mokuba!" she asked quickly. "Are there any more dangers?"
He blinked confusedly, before shaking his head. "No, if by asking me you mean, 'are there any more hallucinations…'"
"Very good," Mercy said, beaming. She looked at me once again. "Your brother's very smart. I bet you are too, but right now you need to be more open to anything that appears or that I tell you."
Not quite understanding, I replied, "Okay."
"Now," she continued, "can I come to your house, O Rich Mutant? I'm starved."
"So let me get this straight," I mused, rubbing my temples as Mercy wolfed down an entire plate of sandwiches. "You are a mutant experiment of a wolf and a human, and you think Mokuba and I are ones too? Mutants, I mean." Mercy nodded.
"Mutants in a general term, of course. I don't know what animals you two were merged with, but what really gets me is why no one's come after you yet. I mean, for other than the reason that you own a great big giant company," she added quickly. "Which makes me think you're under surveillance."
"I think I would've noticed if I was under surveillance," I retorted.
"I highly doubt it, even with your skills and intelligence," Mercy said. "One, you don't know what you're looking out for; two, now that I've approached you, they're going to want you guys more."
"Who are 'they'?" Mokuba asked.
"The mad scientists at the School, where we were all created," she clarified.
"So," I said, crossing my arms, "you've found us. Now what? We don't really have a mean to fight, no weapons… I have some fighting skills, but Mokuba here isn't a big brawler. Plus, where would we go, if we decide to go with you? And why, too? Our life is pretty comfortable as it is."
Mercy had a strange look in her eyes. "I wonder if they have a shot or something that slows your development of powers, meaning there's at least one spy here…"
"Hey!" I bellowed, snapping my fingers in front of her face.
"Oh, sorry! Your questions, right. I'm sure there will be a reason for you to come sooner or later. Probably sooner. Mutants like me don't usually stay in one place for long, for obvious reasons."
I was about to snort a reply when two things happened. First, Mokuba got another scary hallucination thing, crying out in surprise. Second, the doorbell rang, causing Mercy to perk up, suspicious.
"It's just Yugi and his stupid friends," I muttered, agitated. "I'll go send them away."
"Be careful," Mercy warned, stroking Mokuba's back soothingly as he clutched his head. I felt a pang of… guilt?... something, but there was no time to think of it now. "Your brother's subconscious is transmitting a warning."
"Right, right," I said dismissively, not quite believing her. I went to the front door and opened it halfway. It was Yugi, Joey, and Tristan. No Friendship Girl today, I suppose.
"We heard that Mokuba saw a phantasm," Yugi mentioned right away. I narrowed my eyes, all at once wary. It looked as if Joey and Tristan flanked Yugi like body guards, but I could just have been paranoid.
"Where'd you hear that?" I scowled. Joey stealthily cracked his knuckled. This situation… it was too weird, too unusual.
"Word on the street," Yugi replied coldly. Innocent little Yugi acting cold? That's my job.
Suddenly, Mokuba's piercing scream rang in the house, followed by Mercy yelling, "Kaiba, run!!!!!"
I hadn't turned around at the scream. Instead, I had stiffened, letting my eyes widen. After Mercy had yelled, Tristan and Joey moved at me simultaneously, Tristan throwing a punch.
I grabbed Tristan's wrist and kicked Joey in the gut, knocking him backwards with the air out of him. Tristan used his free hand to punch at me again, but I grabbed it too and forced him back and off balance. Then I slammed the door shut and locked it. I ran back to mercy. "They knew!" I gasped angrily. "They were spies!"
"That's just perfect," she moaned. Mokuba looked upset; he had actually been friends with the Geek Squad. See? This is why I don't make friends. Usually they turn out to be spies who want to either (a) kill you, (b) kidnap your little brother in order to try and get you to hand over your company or (c) just try and take your company. Ah, the plights of being the youngest CEO EVER.
Astonishingly, the people outside did not break down my door. We found out a few seconds later that they didn't need to. Very soon, we were surrounded by my "employees" (which I found out later were very well made robots) and they all had guns. Which are dangerous. Great, more spies, or whatnot. It was really getting on my nerves. Without a choice, we raised our hands and surrendered. Three "employees" forced us to our knees, bound our hands behind our backs, and tried to fit bags over our heads. When we didn't cooperate, they took their guns and…
WHACK!
My world went black.