Title: Tournament of Time
Rating: T, for; Blood, mild violence, mild language.
Summary: Yusei, Jack, and Crow are forced through time and space, left upon Duel Academy island as it was several years prior. The 'first chaos in the matter of all things' doesn't give up easy, and certainly aren't going to let the trio get away...
A/N:August 29, 2011; Re-wrote the chapter, fixed out needless clichés, typos, and hopefully upgraded the quality. Also cutting out my friend's OCs in future chapters, sorry, Sony Ninja!
Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, & GX, do not belong to me.
Multi-chapter story.

Tournament of Time

Chapter One - Hidden Chaos

Night reigned supreme during it's time, flooding the Satellite with a black coat of fear. The crescent moon, loftily floating in the sky lifted some of the night's darkness, though deep shadows remained. Venturing from ones safe, partially comfortable home would not be advised during these times, when a simple shadow could be the harbinger of your death.

Neo Domino City; grand and beautiful, latest in all the newest technology, creators of the famed D-Wheels, and original city of duels. It's dumping ground, the spat-upon Satellite; dirty, loaded with junk and useless items, and criminals and unlucky ones worth less than dirt.

Forced to heed upon laws that preach on equality and not holding innocent people on an island with petty and selfish reasons, Neo Domino City built a bridge. To the city, it was one they wanted to burn down. To the Satellite, it was an impossible dream come true, and more or less a way to have a fairly decent life (hopefully, considering the odd things that happened recently before the bridge's construction).

In an effort to make the Satellite a bit more livable, renovations were done, old broken down buildings taken down, nicer homes made and stores for standard needs were built.

However, as Neo Domino's jail could not afford to hold all those troublemakers banished to smaller island, and they most certainly couldn't let them room free, the B.A.D. area was roped off, isolated, and reinforced, so as to keep criminals in, and civilians out.

Clearly, it was a message that no one was to enter or leave without permission, complete with a multiple metal signs that declared so around the chain link fence.

Which Yusei completely ignored.

Skillfully hiding behind a crate twice his size, well within the boundary, Yusei stared into darkness, wondering if his friends took pride in being late. All the time.

Smartly, the raven haired duelist had shed his normal attire in favor of something that would help him blend into darkness. His favorite blue jacket was left at home, as was his numerous orange elbow and knee guards, and instead bore something made of soft black cloth with a hood. His shirt, pants, and boots remained, though he had tried to find temporary replacement because of the large orange gems on them, but resigned to just deal with it.

Every few moments, his hand would dart to the pouch on his belt, holding his deck, and check to make sure his Duel Disk was properly functional. Being in a restricted zone was one thing. Waiting for friends with the tendency to be late in said restricted zone was another. Even if he was on the outskirts of the B.A.D. area.

Yusei stifled a sigh of annoyance, and dutifully kept watch.

Then there were footsteps, and Yusei shrunk back into the shadows of the enormous crate until he would discern the identity of the approaching person.

Bright, orange hair that poked out from under a dark hood gave him away, as Crow checked the spot quickly, and Yusei figured he was guilty about being late, if his jerky movements, lack of breath, and how his lightning quick eyes darted around the area, double-checking every corner.

Yusei sighed, loudly, and Crow jolted.

"You took your time." Yusei steps out into the thin light, confirming to Crow, that yes, it's him, and yes, you're very late. Crow gives a sigh of his own.

"Yeah, I know." Crow's voice is apologetic. "The kids were ragging on me not to leave, so it was hard for me to slip away. Couldn't dump them with Martha, 'cause she'd be all suspicious and probably barricade me in the kitchen for a week. Sorry."

The thief takes a look around, and follows Yusei to the hiding spot, in the comfortable cloak of darkness. Immediately noting the lack of a third person, Crow turns to Yusei. "Jack late too?"

"Yeah. Do you remember if he said anything that might hold him up?"

"Nah. Well, maybe, but I really doubt—"

Footsteps echoed through, clattering loudly. The two silenced upon notice, and listened. Loud grumbling, spiky blonde hair not even hidden... Jack Atlus had made his appearance. To Yusei's immediate relief, Jack wore black and gray clothing, instead of his bright, stunningly white, dead-giveaway jacket and suit.

Lazily rolling his eyes, Crow steps out and makes hisses from him to keep it down, moron!, and ushers him into the corner like a five-year old. Jack ignores him, and made way to Yusei, and his slightly disappointed stare, muttering what could be called an apology, and Yusei accepted it in favoring moving on.

"So what held you up?" Crow asks, walking beside the taller duelist, his hands in the pockets of his dark jacket.

"It doesn't matter." Jack snaps, clearly still in a foul mood, to which Crow didn't really care.

"Come on, tell us. I was late too, y'know, just took better precautions to what I was wearing—"

"Will you shut up?"

"If ya tell me what held you up."

"I told you it doesn't matter—"

"Yes it does!"

"Quiet!" Yusei, leading them through the labyrinth like streets, halls, and paths, silences them.

"Come on," Crow whispers. "I doubt it's really a big deal."

Jack makes a sort of strangling noise, torn between staying quiet, and chancing Security finding him by choking Crow. He takes the third option, which to Crow's amusement, is the truth.

"Carly." Jack snarls, albeit quietly, making it lose a bit of its bite. "She wanted another damn 'scoop' for her paper, and was adamant on not letting me leave until she got one. Happy now?"

Crow's grin grew wide, fanning the flames of an angered Jack, who, in an irritated manner, crossed his arms, and focused on making sure he didn't lose sight of jet black hair with electric yellow highlights, that was radiating an unusually nervous feeling through constantly looking over his shoulder, checking every crossway with caution.

Yusei was worried, and Jack felt that he had a justified reason to be.

"

"The Signers are approaching."

"..."

"Yes, I am sure. Fudo Yusei, Jack Atlus, and Crow Hogan. The other two are still in the city."

"..."

"Yes, they'll be there soon. No, they are indeed unaware."

"..."

"Alright. I shall not pursue, if you are that certain. Over and out."