Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's - Crimson
by Yusei
Summary - "AU. Yuusei is part of an underground group named Dark Phoenix, assassinating those Neo-Domino refuses to deal with. Something isn't right within him; he can't see it, but his friends can. The Black Rose Witch is about to learn".
Disclaimer – I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's or any of the characters.
A / N – Title is still in progress, can't seem to find something that fits and feels right. A little something I planned back during the Dark Signer arc and built upon over time. An original copy was uploaded towards the end of 2009, but it was terrible, so it was pulled down and reworked several times. It'll probably be confusing at first, but over time, as more answers are uncovered, it should hopefully become clearer. Normally, I wouldn't have a shot at something like this, but gave this a chance, looking at the psychological side of the story. There will be implied romances, for those who want to read the signs like that, although I'm undecided what will actually happen on that front; romance has never been an important focus in fics, but this time, it could well be. As the story goes on, those implied matchings are Jack/Carly, Aki/Divine, Aki/Yusei, Jack/Yusei, Mikage/Jack and Ushio/Mikage. Hope you enjoy. Please read and review.
Lightning crackled over the neglected isle of Satellite, thunder growling like the rumbling came from the hungry crater near in the centre of the island, a site named after the event known as Zero Reverse. Raindrops fell like bullets in a battlefield, pelting the ground with as much force as they could gather, shattering against the concrete and hardened soil. The sky overhead was blanketed by a cover of black and grey clouds, the lining of each temporarily visible during the flash that illuminated the storm for a matter of seconds. Puddles built on the fragmented roads of Satellite, rippling constantly with the incessant invaders, leaking into uncharted territory. No soul would dared brave the chilling winds in the midst of a vicious storm, battering the already collapsing land. Nobody who valued their life.
With the storm's ferocity, visibility was minimal for the one who raced ahead, charging through the soaked streets and underneath lamp posts bent and dim. Ragged pants clambered up his dry throat, gasping for water other than that which splashed against his skin and flapping clothes. Behind him, a shadow moved, creeping with speed matching his own; he couldn't lose the demon. There was nowhere safe, nowhere to hide from the one that stalked him in the dead of the stormy and wild night.
The terrified prey glanced over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with terror. Just waiting for a sign that it was still on his tail. There was nothing to be seen until that next flash of electricity zapped the sky, where the edge of a human-shaped figure stood against the edge of the wall behind him, at the mouth of the alley he had just darted down. A panic-stricken cry, like that of a strangled victim pushed itself out and he averted his eyes forward once more, seeking some faint hope that the next turning would grant him a sequence of complex passages; a brick maze decaying in neglect that the stalker could lose himself within, wandering around for hours into the night to catch his death and freeze on the pathetic ground. There were two options coming at him: left or right. His eyes jumped between the two, waiting for a final decision from the thumping brain. A straggled yelp and he jumped down the right-hand path, down into darker shadows and mysteriously shrouded corridors.
Within a minute, he was forced to grind to a halt, gazing up at a towering block ahead of him; the sealed end of the brick hallway. A dead end. Terror flooded through him, if the pursuer had managed to keep sight of him by this point, then it would all be over. There had been rumours of this shadow, wearing more than one face, a collection of lost souls hunting down others to depart the dim world they had resigned themselves to. The cornered target turned hesitantly to the empty stretch of dark and material; there it appeared - the shadow of his nightmare. With a horrified cry, he threw himself back, slamming against the wall that blocked off any hope of escape.
The mournful rain drizzled endlessly, humming some ancient hymn of grief and anguish. The cornered prey's legs began to quiver violently; not from the cold combination of the wind and rain, but of absolute terror, petrified of leaving the living world he had come to know behind for the next, which no man could ever return to describe to those who awaited the transition. Not through the hands of another being wearing flesh and pumping blood like him.
Between the flat rooftops standing atop the walls that cradled him in place, a bolt of lightning shone, illuminating the sweating and tearful face of the departed and his captor. The former wore a matted mess of aquamarine hair, wearing only a ragged jacket of brown over a black and blue attire clinging to his heavy skin. The latter sported a complex style of black spikes, upwards decorated with blonde and wore a blue jacket with orange orbs fitted in over a black shirt with red markings, some kind of symbol. His trousers were the same dim grey as the stratus not completely tainted tucked into his brown boots. The piercing look in his azure eyes flashed for a second underneath the stream of violent light, but that was long enough to send a chill running down the spine of his prey, the one who had led him through the maze of alleyways in a futile attempt at life.
He raised a hand, clutching the silver weapon loaded; a gun. Opposite him, the exhausted and trapped target whimpered pathetically, raising his hands with a sense of desperation exhibited; that which he had seen before.
"P- Please, don't shoot!" he cried, voice strangled by fear.
Another bolt of lightning illuminated the face of the man standing between him and freedom; life. The pale face of the target faded deeper into white, drained of all colour in absolute terror. The barrel flashed once the bolt faded from the sky, a series of thuds followed in a matter of milliseconds, red crept into the nearest puddle, dying it a mixture of muddied brown and fresh red. The eyes watching the scene were a dull azure, uncaring and unsympathetic, emotionally detached from the scene, as though he couldn't care less about the act he had just committed. A rumble came from the earth, swallowing another condemned soul.
File 1 - Eye
At the centre of Satellite was an immense crater; a pit descending down to the very deepest levels of Satellite; the site known as Old Momentum. Abandoned to the world because of what it represented and its seemingly uninhabitable state. Kyosuke Kiryu knew better than that; his soul had been anchored to the site that left him orphaned seventeen years ago, living as a child on the streets, alone. On a motorcycle, he roared across the fragmented ground pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle with pieces still missing, the front tyre of his machine bouncing playfully. The gaping crater swallowed the earth ahead, forcing Kiryu to slide to a stop with the right side facing the never-ending drop, the young man removed his helmet to reveal his ice-blue hair and purple headband that contrasted with the dark theme of his D-Wheel; of black and slate blue. His attire was simple; a red t-shirt, jeans, dark shoes and a sleeveless auburn-shaded jacket lined with pale fluff. His sharp golden eyes peered into the darkness; the only way down from this route was the anxious staircase clinging to one corner of the crater. The D-Wheel had to hide in the nearby vehicle storage unit that also led deep beneath the surface.
The foreboding land had risen around the steel and dark grey structure, concealing it from any soul other than those who knew of it. Kiryu dropped down one step at a time, descending deeper into the private shadows he knew. The underground site that had once acted as an advance laboratory had been reduced to ruins, simple accommodation slotted into the edges of the underworld for the guild members to rest. This was home base.
At the heart of the rooms, a large chamber sat with a lengthy dining table, a triple-armed candle garden lit the room - the only light to penetrate pure darkness. At the head of the board, a lone figure sat, draped in black cloth to blend with his surroundings. A tanned chin and red stripes along the edges of his robes identified his existence in the room. Kiryu stepped towards him, furrowing his brow, the click of his shoes pulled the darker man's head upwards.
"Kiryu" he uttered, voice cracking from the use after a prolonged silence.
"Yuusei carried out what you needed, Rudger" Kiryu reported. "Are you happy now?"
Rudger smirked, the upper half of his face hiding underneath the dark veil cast by his raised hood. The subtle change in his devious expression irked the young pale-skinned man, whose face twitched with disgust; he liked this man almost as much as those whose deaths he had been responsible for. With a scowl, he pressed on, clenching his fists by his sides.
"So how long now?" he asked bitterly. "How long before we leave this phase behind and find another route to live? Are we to walk this path until we're captured and killed, or die naturally like this?"
Rudger's toothy grin deepened, an entertained chuckle rose from his large chest. A laugh that mocked Kiryu's failing resistance. The younger, untainted man's face contorted furiously; the time he was living through was supposed to be the best of his life; he was young and free and, unlike people in elsewhere, he would never have to find a job. But it was these days he hated.
Daybreak shed light on the truth; television screens blared with the breaking news that another pitiful soul had dropped dead in Satellite under mysterious circumstances. It appeared as though the man was healthy and suffered a bullet wound piercing his head. Security, although reluctant to get involved in Satellite affairs, were on the scene. Even if the island was a crime-riddled dump, the Public Security Maintenance Bureau offered its word to investigate the mysterious string of deaths, a vain attempt at keeping the public's minds at ease.
Ushio was standing on the exclusive side of the yellow tape that stretched across the alley's mouth where the bullet had been fired, narrow eyes on the bloodied heap left to rot in the night shower. Blood swam in the dirtied puddles; blending with liquid mud and grave, corrupting the normal state of the miniature pool of rainwater. Thick arms crossed over his chest, folded and tied with the pressure of thick fingers, one tapping his arm impatiently; the forensics were supposed to have arrived by now. It wouldn't be a surprise if they had run into trouble on the way.
In the officer of the City's head, the news reports flashed with the face of the female newsreader, alternating with faces - those of criminal investigators - and footage of Satellite streets; people dealing drugs and exchanging blows, some peaceful streets where children wandered around with lost eyes and dark faces.
"The latest incident seems to be of similar nature to those that have fallen" the woman read from an off-screen cue. "There has been no confirmation, but Security has reason to believe that this is simply another tally on the body count of the underground group who apparently call themselves 'Dark Phoenix'. Nothing outside the name of their circle is known, including just how many members exist and who they are, with the exception of one name - Fudo Yuusei. Nobody seems to know where this name originates, but Security has stressed that anyone with information shou-"
The Director messaged his forehead with the white tips of his fingers, pinching the centre of his forehead and then relaxing. He had heard enough; he knew more than most. The grey man eyed the metal rod on his desk, snatching it from the varnished desk and opening it up with a simple thought. A blue-haired woman's face appeared, looking anxious and unprepared for the sudden call.
"Mikage" he announced grimly.
"O- Oh!" the young timid female yelped, eyes glistening apologetically afterwards. "Di- Director Godwin, is something the matter?"
"Please could you send Jack to me?" Godwin asked colourlessly.
"Yes sir" Mikage responded having regained her nerves.
The brief conversation was over in a flash and Mikage's young face vanished from the holographic panel. Godwin sighed and set it down, the confrontation with Jack Atlus wasn't going to be easy - it was always difficult to give him the news that the apprentice aimed to avoid. The past was supposed to be buried and left behind as people moved on the future - Jack could never bury his past without regret.
The door to his office slid open with a vibrating tone, the sound that drew him from the blank monitor hanging over his shoulder and to the opening where Mikage stood with a clipboard pressed to her chest. Behind her, a blonde man with a bright attire stood towering over her, his piercing violet eyes locked onto the grey and aged man. The couple entered, Mikage with simple clicks of heels and Jack with silent strides. The back of his jacket hung like a heroic cape, dangling behind his legs without ever patting the floor. Behind the two of them, a much shorter man hopped inside, his face resembling that of a clown with shining blood-red lips and curled grey-purple hair either side of his otherwise bald head. His large green eyes jumped between Jack and Mikage, attracting a glance from Godwin onto his outstanding maroon and white ensemble.
The trio paused in front of Godwin, with the dwarf man - Jeager - positioned in between the others, lined up like soldiers, like an army under their superior. Godwin examined each of the three before turning to face them directly, hands coupled behind his back, like a stern professional.
"It seems as though Dark Phoenix have struck again" he announced levelly to the gathering. "It appears as though there is no indication which of the members committed the act, but it seems the media are pinning the culprit as Fudo Yuusei".
Jack's brow twitched uneasily, a nerve had been struck - Godwin knew that well before catching the blonde's face through the cracks of his eroding mask. His cold eyes shifted to Jeager and Mikage, both oblivious to the effect the leaked name had on Jack, unaware of the reason why their superior's eyes had fallen onto them.
"Jeager, Sagiri, could you leave us for a moment?" he requested.
The two existed looked either side of Jack, puzzled by the Director's wish. Again, they shot a confused look to the grey man and slowed retreated, Mikage clearly reluctant to leave Jack behind while the subject was on the string of mysterious deaths. Jeager was first through the door, followed quickly by Mikage, who kept her back to the threshold as it slowly sealed itself. Godwin pealed his eyes from the door and back to the blond man in front of him, the violet eyes fallen to the floor.
"I know this must be difficult for you, Jack" Godwin murmured solemnly. "It can't be easy that you have to endure this wait - to see if it's truly your friend behind all this chaos and stand on the opposite side of a battlefield. However, you must focus on the task at hand. If you come face-to-face with Yuusei, you have to do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of people in Neo-Domino. That's the only way you can help him".
Jack nodded slowly, dully, still keeping his sight pressed to the floor. As much as what Godwin said was true, it was still difficult to believe that there could be a time when he and Yuusei would meet for the first time in two years, praying that their reunion wouldn't have to end in bloodshed.
Across the choppy waters stirring from the frenzied activity of the night before, Satellite waited vulnerably. At the base of the legendary Daedalus Bridge, a young man dressed in a yellow t-shirt, a large brown jacket and green trousers stood waiting, yellow Markers decorated his face to signal he had been arrested for a variety of crimes on a number of occasions. Orange hair stood on end, as though he had been dealt a series of electrical shocks until confessing to his crimes. He rested against the frame of the doorway, one of many huts at the base of Daedalus - his home, in the most dangerous part of Satellite, the B.A.D. Lands.
Kiryu's dark D-Wheel raced through the empty streets, leaping over potholes and fissures in the roads, departing from the deserted sector and into the short man's territory, sliding to a halt towards the centre where brittle logs waited for their fiery end. Slackening against the seat of his D-Wheel, Kiryu pulled the matching helmet from his head, smirking at the redhead.
"Hey, not so loud" the shorter man scowled. "You want to wake everyone up? The kids are still sleeping".
Kiryu climbed off the D-Wheel, marching towards the local. "Crow, have you seen Yuusei?"
Crow smirked, peeling himself from the edge of the door and crossing his arms over his chest, a smug look that Kiryu was all-too familiar with. Where Yuusei was concerned, Kiryu would be clearly concerned, Crow would smirk just to irk him, give the impression he was revelling in the worries of the older man.
"Yeah, he's resting inside".
Kiryu's face relaxed; Crow always meant well in the end. Crow pulled the sheet acting as a door across, opening the inside to his friend, who quickly entered before he could pull some kind of stunt, claiming he was going to change his mind. The sheet fell across behind them, hiding them from the outside world that it weakly sealed them from. Crow led Kiryu into the spare room through the wall; a room set aside for Yuusei and the taller comrade should they return from a job late. A friendly smirk was still plastered onto Crow's face when he pressed on, holding it open for Kiryu to follow.
Together, they looked to the bed, finding Yuusei seated and fully-clothed, his blue jacket laid out beside him, otherwise ready to leave. The dark-haired teenager rose from the bed and turned to Crow with a soft smile.
"Thanks, Crow" he said. "Without you, I'd have had to get back to Old Momentum through that storm".
Crow's smile disintegrated, seconds reducing it to nothing - Yuusei was trying to leave quickly, before something happened; he always tried this. There were days when they didn't have to worry about running from the law; when the four of them could just enjoy life in Satellite, regardless of how much they had lost and how little they had retained. It was Crow who always laughed that they'd never need to get a job, few in Satellite actually worked. A faint beaming forced itself back onto his face, for the sake of his friend.
"It's okay" he chuckled hollowly. "You know that I'm here any time you guys need me".
Yuusei nodded gratefully, looking to Kiryu whom he hadn't seen for almost twenty-four hours. The older man's face was more sullen than normal, he stepped forward, ahead of Crow.
"Rudger knows that last night went well" he murmured.
Crow folded his arms over his chest, tilting his head as he turned back to Kiryu. "Hey, what was the reason you were hunting that guy?"
Kiryu peered over his shoulder with an amused smile; Crow would never be informed of the details until the act had been committed and time was moving on through the aftermath - too late to reverse.
"He was a dangerous man" the ice-blue haired man replied. "Apparently he'd been preying on women".
Crow growled viciously, a sudden transformation when the truth came out - no-one, Satellite or elsewhere, deserved to be treated cruelly by another. He could see now the demon deserved it.
"Scumbag" he spat. "At least you two are helping people by taking him out. I can't believe there are still people like that about. It's people like him that are the reason I can't trust leaving my kids alone - anything could happen to them".
"That's why we do this, Crow" Kiryu chuckled. "That's the reason we hunt down these kind of people".
Crow smiled, much more relaxed now that his friends had reassured him they wouldn't let him down. He could trust these people; these young men who helped him get by in Satellite, they were the reason he was still alive.
The trio departed, moving out the back to where Yuusei's unique crimson D-Wheel waited underneath a large sheet, concealing it from both untrustworthy eyes and the storm from the night before. The machine was Yuusei's pride and joy, he had built it himself from parts laying around in Satellite's junkyards. Yuusei mounted himself onto it, slipping the matching helmet over his spiked hair and looked to Kiryu with a smile.
"I suppose we should head off" he suggested brightly.
"Sure" Kiryu answered with a nod.
The tallest of the trio turned on his heels and dashed around the corner of the hut, using one of the narrow passages between a handful of the small dwellings to reach the centre where his D-Wheel waited. Crow fixed his eyes onto Yuusei; even with their good intentions, their line of work was questionable, he feared for them. There would be one day when the job wouldn't run so smoothly, or they could be caught in the middle of an ambush. He prayed every dawn and every dusk that that would never come about.
Yuusei's D-Wheel rolled forward, following Kiryu's secretive route and back into the open, Crow striding by his side the entire time. The two waited for Kiryu to signal his ready state, throwing the dark helmet over his head and taking one shoe from the ground, smirking at his companions.
"Alright, let's go see how Satellite deals with this one" he chuckled. "See ya, Crow".
The engine of his D-Wheel roared to life, the tyres spinning madly, skidding around one-hundred and eighty degrees, fixed in place until he was lined up and shot off. Crow grimaced, reeling that he had raced off and left so much noise behind. Yuusei revved his engine, casting another smile over at Crow before he, too, darted away and through Kiryu's trail of kicked-up dust.
By Crow's side, a small redheaded girl in a pink dress appeared, looking up to Crow with large innocent eyes.
"Crow-niichan?" she chirped. "Are Kiryu and Yuusei alright?"
Crow smiled at her, resting the gloved palm of his hand against the young child's head, ruffling her hair delicately. "They're fine, don't you worry".
The drowned streets of Satellite where Tetsu Ushio stood were a safe distance from both Crow's nest and the route Kiryu and Yuusei would use to get to where the former called 'home' without feeling a need to vomit. Yellow tape sealed the alley where blood slithered across the cement ground and up the brick walls, poisoning all into a dark mixture of red and brown; a cocktail left by Death. Two men were on the exclusive side, dressed white and carrying their instruments, examining the scene. Ushio stood on the other side, his large arms folded over his chest, dressed in the standard uniform of a Neo-Domino Security officer.
A car approached, cracking pebbles and loose chips in the road, charging slowly. The vehicle slowed to nothing, the popping and cracking conformed and silenced. From the left side, the door swung open and the petite Mikage's head appeared, adjusting her skirt as she stood. She moved away from the vehicle and over to Ushio, holding still that clipboard.
"Ushio-kun" she said.
"Mikage-san" the officer answered.
"Have the forensics finished at the scene?" Mikage asked, casting a glance at the shady ally's other end.
"Not yet" Ushio growled. "All we've got is the victim's a man in his twenties and the guess is it he was shot. But we can't be sure yet".
"I understand" Mikage murmured. "Director Godwin would like word as soon as the means of ending this man's life is determined; he needs an idea if Dark Phoenix was involved, the media are going haywire - they're ruling out any alternative and jumping straight on the bandwagon. As far as they're concerned, if something bad happens in Satellite, it's Dark Phoenix's doing".
"Not all the murders have taken place in Satellite though" Ushio growled, looking away from the slender woman. "How the hell do they get across? I wonder how long before the paparazzi hunt them down for pictures rather than justice".
"The media keep mentioning Fudo Yuusei".
"That little bastard" Ushio snarled, tensing the muscles in his arms irritably. "What I wouldn't give to wrap my hands around his damned neck…"
Mikage frowned; Ushio was one of the more determined officers when dealing with the underground ring. He would always volunteer for assignments related to the case, always heading to the crime scene, even when he was supposed to be having a day off - the leaked name fuelled him more; he had someone to chase, even if that someone didn't have a face to know him by.
One of the white-outfitted forensics strode towards the pair, slipping a hand through the tape barrier, clutching a small rectangular device resembling a flat disconnected computer monitor.
"Ma'am, it looks as though this is a Hirota Masafumi" he murmured. "At least, that's what this seems to be reading".
Mikage clutched the device, taking it from the gloved hands, she scrolled through the data. The man had been imprinted with a Marker, making identifying him much easier. Security's database offered a past - a seedy past.
"Looks like he wasn't a very friendly man" Mikage sighed. "He's just like most of the others: he had a dark history".
She handed Ushio the monitor to examine, his eyes sliding across the symbols that told of a criminal whose end came during the stormy night before.
"Dark Phoenix seem to be targeting people with a criminal record; maybe they're just extreme vigilantes" she thought aloud.
Ushio scoffed, looking back to the deepening shadows down the backstreet, to where the corpse fell into a grisly grave. "They're breaking the law either way; they're no better than the people they hunt down".
Mikage, clutched her chin thoughtfully, examining the data in Ushio's hands. The tanned brawny directed his eyes skywards, the blue hiding behind a veil of yellowing carbon dioxide cloud swarming over the isolated region. It was always the same question running through his mind, the answer getting neither nearer nor farther from revealing itself - how many more lives would have to be lost in this ruthless campaign?
Jack stood at the glass edge of his grand apartment, situated on the top level of the slanted tower; the greatest feat achieved by modern architects. His eyes were set firmly on Satellite, searching through the smog for the place he called home only a couple of years ago. Somewhere in the shadows, his friend was sinking; digging a deeper hole, one that would grow too deep for him to climb out of alone. Perhaps he was buried too far already. Somewhere, Yuusei was there.
Two years ago on a dim night, he appeared. Jack was alone in a ruined theatre, a throne erected on stage for the last production that the building housed. This was his castle; the King of a broken land. When Yuusei was busy with Kiryu and the others, Jack would come here to clear his head, think about the times when they could be together; the four of them - Jack, Yuusei, Kiryu and Crow, as friends without a care in the world.
Kiryu was in the process of planning a Duel Monsters war, using decks of cards to fight with other gangs, planning to unite the four of them under one banner of 'Team Satisfaction'. Yuusei had been distant for some time now, he and Kiryu breaking away from their hideaway less and less to meet with the other half of their force. The brood shadow of his future slipped over empty rows and seats and across the floor under the glow of the full moon.
"Jack Atlus, am I correct?"
Jack's neck snapped in the direction he guessed the voice had come from; the domed roof - a large portion of it missing to guide the nightlight in - helped to throw the voice to every corner of the building. From the darkness and into that dim light, Godwin stepped, smiling modestly. Jack didn't rise from his throne, but watched the man with a certain intrigue; clearly he was no man of Satellite, but here he stood, knowing his name.
"Who wants to know?" the young blonde asked suspiciously.
"Forgive my rudeness; for trespassing and not giving you my name immediately" Godwin replied with a rigid bow. "I am the Director of Neo-Domino City - Rex Godwin".
"Director of the City?" Jack echoed sceptically. "What the hell do you want with me? Why is someone like you here?"
"Fudo Yuusei" Godwin murmured.
As quiet and sharp as the response was, it reverberated across the wide hall and dragged the temperature down; a chill ran down Jack's spine. Shock was clear on his face; ordinarily, Jack was as strong in hiding his emotions as Yuusei, but this unexpected incident had struck him in the chest and pierced through him. Any defence was shattered by the force behind Godwin's weapon - words. The man's face hadn't change, he was watching Jack with a solemn look, his smile removed, but unaffected otherwise.
"You want to save Yuusei".
Jack stared at the man, lost for words. Even if he was the man in charge of Neo-Domino, someone who had played a part in Satellite's abandonment, why did he know so much about him? About Jack and Yuusei? What was it this man wanted with them?
Jack's eyes had fallen into the water between the two lands, drowning while his mind was lost in the past. Once he came back, they returned to his homeland; the place where his friends remained. Looking back, he knew the truth and he could see just why Godwin had approached him, it all made sense retrospectively. But at the same time, there was a problem.
It had been two years since Godwin showed up and offered Jack a chance to save his fading friend; two long years that he had been living in Neo-Domino under the guise that he was a nobody before joining forces with Godwin and his team. In all that time, Dark Phoenix continued to exist; nothing had been done to fulfil the promise they made that night over Yuusei. By now, Jack, as he gazed at his previous home, was left wondering if Godwin really had any intention of saving Yuusei at all. His hanging left fist clenched by his side.
"Yuusei…" he murmured. "Hang in there, I will do whatever it takes to get you back". A vow renewed over and over; an eternal vow that would stand hanging over his existence until he could achieve his goal and stand by Yuusei and admit they had succeeded.