Warriors

-The Mists Of Avalon-

Yu-Gi-Oh and Yu-Gi-Oh GX do NOT belong to us. They belong to Kazuki Takahashi. We're only borrowing them because we want to write this fanfic.

Summary: AU. Not all people from Domino City are normal. A sort of mutation that allows people to be born and given special abilities is rampant and anyone can possess them. What happens when people fated with this gene are scorned by society and yet at the same time are the only people who can protect everyone from the coming evil.

Pairings: Implied Tabloidshipping (Seto/Mokuba) for now. Besides that, we're all pretty much clueless. Could change in the future.

Notes: Rated for violence, language and some sexual situations in the near future. Probably the longest work we'll have as of the moment.

Escape

The doors slid open. Footsteps echoed through the long hallways. The doctors passed through their crisp and clean white coats, Clipboards in their hands as they spoke in united and hushed tones. There were rooms across each other, white cream colored doors and glass windows where there were the other patients peered and watched – wondering where the doctors were headed this time. With dull eyes and stiff limbs, they touched the glass, palms gently on its cold surface. They waited for their turn, but they knew that it would never come.

Towards the very end of the hall, they stopped before a gigantic sliding door – the head doctor nodded to the colleague to his right, pushing his glasses up, he reached to the number pad by side. He punched in the right codes and immediately, there was a loud hissing sound – slowly rising up as the doors slid open – cracking apart, without wasting another moment, they all headed inside. There was a bed by the center of the metal-walled room, lamps of bright yellow and white lights hovered above them. Glass windows were in each corner of the room and behind them, there were even more doctors watching. There were only a few computers and a few machines by the corner of the room – as beeping sounds were heard as well as automated voices behind them. There were wires, tubes all scattered and tangled on the floor – all leading to the bed where they were connected, hooked and strapped to a boy of thirteen, with raven colored hair which fell into messy waves up to his back. His eyes were shut tightly as he winced, struggling lightly – but found that he couldn't move all too much. His hospital garments were crumpled and dirtied from the running he had done earlier. As usual, it didn't do a thing.

"The subject tried to escape again earlier."

"How did they catch him?"

"They tried the tranquilizer darts – But it only aggravated him more. The damage and casualties he caused doubled than the last time. The more stressed he is – the more dangerous he gets."

"Did he drain himself out of energy?"

"It was the only thing that got him to stop. He wouldn't calm down otherwise."

They crowded around him. The metal straps on his hands and feet might've been the only things strong enough to hold him back – Even for a few hours – Until they found something stronger. There he was, the young boy. His hair a mess, his brows creased, his head tilted to the side and his lips curved down into an uneasy, almost tormented frown. It was then that they started whispering at the same time. They all wanted to take a closer look of the subject.

His eyes immediately snapped open, eyes the color of dark violets looked around the room in confusion – almost in fear. His eyes said everything. He was scared. He didn't want to be back here again after he tried so hard to get away. He looked up, the same doctors for the past three years or had it been longer? He couldn't remember. He didn't want to remember. The same faceless strangers, to them he was an experiment, their little freak. They didn't care about him. The thought of it made his blood run hot, they could tell upon seeing the faint flush on his slightly tanned skin. He'd never felt this angry – even back then when he'd cause trouble during the first time he stayed her. He started to breathe heavily, raggedly. His brows met and the whispering around him became even louder. It filled his ears and taunted him mercilessly.

Their voices were clearer now.

They were talking about him again.

"Subject's name. Kaiba Mokuba." One doctor said over a recorder that he held in his hand. "Aged thirteen. Has been under observation for at least three years. The situation has not improved – but it has become even more catastrophic. Until now, he has not learned control over his abilities. If this continues, we have no choice but to execute the final command…"

His heart was beating faster, hearing every word that escaped the doctor's lips. The words 'final command' triggered a scream to rise from his throat –he moved his arms, struggling from the straps. More pairs of hands started to pin him down, trying to keep him still. He shut his eyes tightly once more – gritting his teeth as he felt a scream caught in his throat.

"The subject needs to undergo more tests…" the doctor continued.

No more… No more! His eyes opened, his brows meeting even more as he let out a low growl.

His lips parted as he let out an angry scream. As soon as he did, the lights that surrounded them above their heads all exploded into pieces, the glass raining down on all of them. The doctors screamed, equally surprised. They were blown back, away from him – slamming hard into the metal, protected walls and thrown down on the ground. Five of them were dead the moment their bodies slumped down the concrete. The remaining ones were terrified, struggling to get up.

But he beat them to it. He felt a strange sensation arising from his arms to his hands, the more he struggled, the more he felt like they were on fire. It started to hurt after a few moments. He winced and cried out in pain. Without warning, the metal straps that held him back were broken apart – an invisible force flinging them over to the doctor that held the recorder. They hit him hard enough to break his skull, killing him instantly. His recorder fell out of his grasp, and he landed on the ground.

There were only a few of them now, screaming in terror and running to the door. Mokuba was now standing up and as he glared at their direction. Electrical sparks surrounded his hands. He finally felt strong enough. He was tired of sitting down and being used. The more he thought of these things, the more he felt the surge. Stronger and overwhelming within him, wanting to get out. He winced, the sparks around his hands brighter and bigger. He clenched his fists and looked up, tear marks on his cheeks, his eyes full of anger and hate.

"Where's my brother! What did you do to him!"

The whole room was covered in light – And the screams were drowned.

The alarms went off. Green and red lights flashed and blinked repeatedly. He looked up, his azure blue eyes darted towards the direction of the computers – the screens were flashing madly – they hadn't done that in a while. He frowned, his brows meeting as he scoffed – he immediately headed to the controls. He pulled up a chair, typing away as soon as he sat down. Coordinates and units immediately flashed onto the gigantic monitors.

His frown deepened as he pushed a final button.

Password.

He remained quiet as he typed the needed information.

Access Granted.

Immediately, an automated, female voice spoke.

"Identified. Kaiba Seto-sama." It said. "Awaiting command."

"There's supernatural activity?" he asked.

"Yes. It's been located at the North side of the city." She answered. "It's out of control and it seems to be getting stronger."

"What type of power is it?" Seto asked.

There were a few more beeping sounds, Seto looked up as words and numbers appeared for a moment – before it was replaced by a map of the city. There was a small red dot on the North side as the computer had said. Seto reached out to the printer as the printed data came out.

He quickly read through.

"This is the Tokugawa Research Institute."

"It's electric energy, Seto-sama." She answered. "The only way to stop it is if the source tires itself out – another thing is." She paused as familiar coordinates flashed onto the screen. "These coordinates seem to match your own, only with a few alterations. But besides that, it's a perfect match."

It took only a few minutes before Seto got up from his chair. He frowned as he spoke in a dignified and stern tone, like he usually did. Fixing his coat, he started to head for the sliding doors. He glanced back at the computers by the corner of his eye as he spoke.

"Increase security, Unit One. I'm going out on the field. Spare no intruders."

"Hai, Seto-sama."

He nodded and turned away, moving quickly as he could.

"Wait for me, Mokuba."