First (published) story, so no flames, please.
Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! So don't sue.
Prologue
In an unsuspecting boarding school in the middle of a small city, something dark and sinister was stirring. Set up in the abandoned basement under the gym, the head quarters of the biggest take-over heist in recent history buzzed with gossip. The leader of the plan, known as Dartz, was in a bad mood, and anyone with half a brain would know not to interrupt him during his tantrum.
The aqua-haired man hurled yet another chair across the room. He swiped everything off the desk and onto the floor, despite how important any of the papers might be. He slammed his fists down onto the mahogany wood and growled. Dartz was a patient man and rarely lost his temper. When he did, you could assume the worst; the absolute worst.
He had seen. He knew. That boy, a child, no less, had stumbled upon the Dartz's plans without even trying or having any prior knowledge of what was going on. No-one who wasn't directly involved had any clue what-so-ever that anything was happening. Dartz knew the police had been informed, it had been on the news, but he didn't know the extent.
A hesitant knock resounded across the room from the double doors.
"What?" Dartz ground out, whipping around and glaring at the intruder. It was one of his undercover people, who had wormed their way into the mayor's office. "What have you found out?"
"W-well, sir," the man replied nervously, "the boy has been put into witness p-protection, sir."
"Where?" Dartz asked. He needed to know, or else the threat couldn't be dealt with.
"I-I don't k-know, si-ir." The man had started to tremble under Dartz's two-coloured gaze.
Dartz growled. "Fetch me Ushio. I want a full report on this boy. Age, name, address, dental records! Just find him!"
"Y-yes, sir." The man scurried away, glad to be out of the master's presence. A few minutes later, a large, hulking figure appeared the door. He was dressed in the Domino Boarding School boy's uniform. Blue pants, jacket and white button-up shirt.
"You wanted me, Master Dartz?" he questioned.
"Ah, Ushio, I believe you are aware that one of your classmates came across us. Do you know him?" Dartz raised an elegant eyebrow, daring the teenager to defy knowledge.
"His name is Yami, sir. Yami Sennen. He's in a few of my classes, he gets average grades, and I'm in his gang. He's Seto Kaiba's cousin and his father owns Sennen-Industries. His mother is principal of the school." Ushio fired off what he knew about the fellow teen, sole heir to the computer gaming company, Sennen-Industries.
"Social status?" Dartz inquired.
"Most popular boy in school, sir, at the moment he's dating the head cheerleader, Tea Gardner." Ushio answered.
Dartz took this in with a look of thought. If he was popular, then he wouldn't enjoy being in witness protection, as it would remove him from the loop of recent happenings in the teenager's lifestyle. Thus, unless he was smart, he would cause a scene, alert someone where he was, then bingo! Dartz silently congratulated himself on his own intelligence.
He dismissed Ushio, then summoned his personal servant, a green-haired boy named Weevil Underwood. The boy adjusted his large, round glasses and spoke in a squeaky voice. "What is it, sir?"
"Go to the library. Get me a yearbook or a magazine or something that has a personal page on this Yami character. Go!" Dartz swiped his fist at Weevil.
The nerd of the school scurried away to the school library. He only had to put up with this for a while longer, now that his plan was coming together; another year, at most. He slunk up the stairs and into the gym. Across the courts that were his enemy and through the roller doors he went. Around the sports field, into the lobby, up the stairs to the second floor. He knew this trail by heart. Through the dusty old door that hardly anyone knew about that was just next to the janitor's office and into a maze of shelves.
This door was never used unless you knew where it led to or if it was even there. It gave you an unseen way into the library on the round second floor with a large view point that let you see to the ground level. Weevil snuck through the Ancient History section and to the old magazine archives. He dug around until he found a few good articles.
Stuffing them away into his jacket, Weevil headed back to Dartz's head quarters. Soon, he reminded himself, soon it would all be over. And it was all thanks to Yami Sennen.
Usual stuff, R&R, tell me what you think.