Hello again!

This ficcie is a Yu-Gi-Oh! Zoids fic! This fic will focus a lot on little Yugi with some major Yugi/Anzu later on. Enjoy!

I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or Zoids! I only own the Tokyo Ready Team and a few of the Organoids.

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YUGI'S DISAPPEARANCE

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Anzu felt like she would never forget that day. Late Saturday morning, she got a call from Yugi's Grandpa.

"Hello, Anzu? Is there a chance that Yugi would be at your house?"

"No, Mr. Motou, he isn't. I last saw him last night after we all went to the arcade. Why?"

"He didn't come home."

Those four words would stab her heart for months to come.

The police searched for hours along the route between the arcade where he was last seen, and his home. Yugi's friends hoped that since Yami was with him, he'd be ok. The search continued without any clues. Still, everyone hoped for the best. That is, until they found the Millennium Puzzle, lying in a gutter, covered with dirt and grime, several blocks off the search route.

It was then, that hope was lost.

Yami wasn't too much help ether. It took some Millennium Item know-how and some time, but Yami was able to get his own body. He remembered very little of the incident: one moment Yugi was there, and the next he was gone. Completely vanished.

Eventually, the case was closed. There were no clues or witnesses. Yugi had disappeared into thin air.

Anzu sat at her desk trying to concentrate on her homework. It was taking her longer to do even the most simple of assignments. She closed her textbook and let her chin rest on her arms. The back of her eyes began to itch, the early sign of tears. Sure enough, warm tears began to form in her eyes. She slid her face downward into her arms, blocking out the light.

She cried, though not for the first time. Whenever she cried in the past, she would call Yugi, knowing that he would say just the right thing to cheer her up.

Who could she call now?

She had known Yugi since Elementary school. He was shy and often picked- on, but he was always so caring and hated to see anyone cry. He had the most innocent, trustworthy eyes she had ever seen, and his personality showed it. Anzu wanted to see those eyes and hear his voice at least on more time, but it had already been several months. Everyone seemed to have moved on in some way, but she couldn't for some reason.

She had always guessed that he had a crush on her since elementary school, but after Battle City he began to show it more. Why did she ignore it? They were friends, but Yugi would've been too shy to do anything drastic. So why didn't she admit that she loved him? Was it because she was scared?

*Scared of what?* she would wonder, but it seemed to be true. For some reason she was scared that it wouldn't work out. But now Yugi was gone, it was too late. Anzu continued to cry-

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A little more than a year after Yugi disappeared, on the Planet Zi-

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A dark figure scurried across the roof of a base located in the vast deserts of Planet Zi. He quickly counted steps across the roof until he found the place he wanted. He flattened his body low, so he would be less identifiable if there were any security cameras. He tapped the base roof with a knuckle of a gloved right hand.

He sneered. Concrete and steel, too easy.

He reached behind him and pulled a thin cone-shaped dagger from a special pocket on his right pant leg by his ankle. There were several thin pockets just above his knee that held shiruken: ninja throwing knives with a ring at the base. Many more daggers of all different sizes and type lined the two leather belts that crossed his chest. His two large fighting daggers hung off his front and back in their own separate sheaths. Daggers were his specialty. It was how he earned his name.

He took the cone shaped dagger in his fist and brought it down hard into the roof. He twisted it around a bit and pulled it out. He repeated this many more times until the surface of the concrete was broken up in a three- inch diameter and he was sure there was no steel to worry about. He replaced the dagger and drew out a special grappling hook. The prongs were pushed back so he could jab it into the weakened spot in the roof. When it was in far enough he released the prongs and pulled up to make sure it was in.

He drew one of his fighting daggers and plunged it into the cement near the hook. He pulled it out and continued doing this until he made a square shape. With sweat dripping off of his face, he went over it again. When he was satisfied, he mentally called for his Organoid.

Instantly his four-legged Organoid was beside him. The teen held up the steel chain loop attached to the hook to his Organoid. Tsume took it in its teeth and pulled. The piece of cement cracked, then tore off from the roof. The teen smiled in satisfaction.

He then reached for the comm. device on his ear and clicked the mouthpiece down.

"This is Blade. I'm in."

"Good job Blade. Check your surroundings and proceed."

Tsume produced two white computer jacks attached to a long cord that could extend for a countless distance from the collar on its neck. Blade took the cords and pulled them to the small hole. Tsume made one of the jacks give off electricity for a light. He took this one in his teeth and used the other to lower himself into the base. This was the main control room. The computer in this room would have useful information the Tokyo Ready team could use. Blade snickered to himself.

He turned on the computer. As suspected, it would take some hacking. Good thing there was a world-class hacker on the Tokyo Ready team! Blade placed the jack into the computer. The computer's information would feed to Tsume, then she would send it to Twilight's Organoid, Spike. Twilight would hack through it and Spike would send the info to Tsume, then back to the computer, leaving it wide open and easy pickin'.

Blade surfed through the programs to find any thing interesting. Whenever he did, he'd give the command to Tsume to save it to its memory chips. When he was finished, he escaped back through the hole in the ceiling.

In and out in less than 30 minutes.

Tokyo Ready strikes again!

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Blade and Tsume ran through the desert, waiting to be picked up by Twilight. A massive wind picked up, blowing sand everywhere. Blade covered his eyes and looked up. Sure enough, it was Twilight's Terris, slowly descending right above them. Blade hooked an arm around Tsume's neck. Tsume then jumped on to one of the Terris' legs. Tsume stayed put while Blade climbed up to the cockpit that was opened and waiting for him. He jumped in at plopped down into the second seat behind Twilight's.

"Alrighty Spike! Lets' motor!"

Spike's deep growl rumbled from deep within the Terris, and the flying Zoid sped into the clear desert night.

"You get some good stuff Blade?" asked Twilight, looking back at him with her ice blue eyes. She had strawberry blonde hair that was tied back with a large red ribbon and reached her knees. She wore a Chinese styled purple blouse with thick pink ruffles for the sleeves and a red phoenix crest on the front and matching pink shorts and leather boots. Around her waist she had a red silk string, the two ends hung down her left side and fringed off into many red strings. Similar string hung down from her boots, but the ends had Chinese bells on them. On her right side was a very large single- edged scimitar decorated with the same silk string on the handle that somehow managed to stay on the silk string on her waist. Tattooed on the left side of her face was a purple line that crossed right below her eye and a smaller line that came up from between her cheekbone and chin.

"Dose the sun shine?" was Blade's answer. He stretched out and placed both arms behind his head

Twilight gazed at him admiringly. He had only been on the team for about a year and he as already the most skilled thief of them all, with the exception of their boss of course. When they first found him, he was as short as Terra and had complete amnesia. They were just going to leave him in a nearby town when the little wuss managed to somehow get chosen by the most unusual organoid any of them had ever seen. Since then, the newly named Blade had become the shining asset of the Tokyo Ready Team.

Blade had changed a lot since Lucky and Shadow first found him. He had gotten taller, gained an attitude, and his tri-colored hair, which used to be nice neat black and red spikes with spiky blonde bangs, was now more rugged and fringed and had a small pony tail in the back. The star thief also seemed to have a fascination with belts almost as much as daggers. He had a sliver-studded belt with a large buckle in the front around his neck. On the upper part of his leather gloved right arm he had a strange spiked belt that had two buckles. His left arm was covered with belts with straps hanging out and his left hand was bare.

Another odd change he when through (thanks mostly to Neo) was that he became the biggest flirt. Neo had always been bad enough, even when around the three female members of the team, but Blade, with his round expressive purple eyes, turned out to be a natural. The three girls on the team, (Lucky, Echo, and Twilight) who always found Neo to be annoying, got back at him by always coddling Blade and giving him hugs, small kisses on the cheek, and calling him their "bitch," and so forth.

"Here we are." Sang Twilight.

Blade opened his eyes as they landed inside an old ruin of a hanger the Team called home. The cockpit opened and he and Twilight jumped out. Blade's cat-like organoid Tsume nuzzled him from behind. He patted his partner's head affectionately. Twilight had to jump out of the way as her purple organoid Spike nearly landed on her.

"Hey, Blade!"

Blade looked up and saw the blonde-haired Flash on the catwalk above. He looked serious.

"Lucky wants to see you. She and the Old Man have been talking. I think it's something big."

Flash's intuition had yet to be proven wrong. Blade knew that it was something big.

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Me: so whadda'ya think? Interesting? A bit confused? If you are, please continue to the next chapter. Ja ne!