Warriors

-The Mists Of Avalon-

Yu-Gi-Oh is not ours. It's all Kazuki Takahashi's. We all know that.

Notes: Mai Kujaku makes an appearance and we still don't know about the pairings.

Danger

Mokuba's could feel hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he immediately raised an arm, wiping his eyes. He looked up, the hospital which he'd stepped out moments ago was now engulfed in tall flames, there were no more screams to be heard inside – no one was able to escape him. Bodies were thrashed, unrecognizable and were now burning into ashes. He turned back, looking ahead into the empty street – he didn't know where he would go, or where his wandering around would lead to. For sure, other people would be able to tell what he was if he wasn't careful. He didn't have any other clothes besides his hospital garments, the marks of the rubes and wires, the needle points were all over his arms. If any of the authorities saw him, they'd take him in and pass him onto an institute just like this one. Or worse, if they were to find out what he did – they might be the ones to completely get rid of him.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest; he shook his head – trying to regain even a semblance of strength. He had to pull himself together. When he was still locked up in the institute – he made a promise that he would escape and waste no time to find his only remaining family, his brother. It's been a long time since he saw him and the last time was not something that he wanted to remember. They were separated and he all this time, he'd wondered if he'd escaped from the people who'd manage to get a hold of him. Mokuba knew his brother, as he was closer to him more than anyone. He knew that it wouldn't be easy to hold him down or kill him. That was the only thought that kept him from worrying himself to death for over three years. The fact that he believed in his brother so much, was enough to give him a drive of his own. The will to survive and bear through the pain and torture – it worked perfectly, it seemed. Maybe a little too well, as he got more than what he bargained for.

Mokuba frowned, wiping his eyes one more time before he scoffed, turned to the dark alleyway, he ran as fast as he could, looking only to the direction ahead of him. The flames grew bigger and brighter and he could already hear sounds of sirens and vehicles heading over to the scene. He gasped for air, panting as it's been a while since he's had to move this fast. He didn't need to use his legs much, being cooped up in rooms and tied down to beds. He winced as he felt the pain and strain for the first time in years. Gritting his teeth, he clenched his fists and moved even faster – he could see lights not far from ahead. He would reach the busy city soon and he would have to prepare himself. After all, he did not know where to start looking.

He suddenly let out a short cry of surprise as he'd bumped into something – it was enough to push and throw him down the ground – pain immediately racked through his body and he gave out a choked cry. His body was shaking as he pushed himself up, his palms on the hard ground.

"Watch where you're going, kid." A voice said, Mokuba winced as he slowly got up, turning to the direction in which he slammed into something, or rather someone – he looked up, taking deep breaths. Since he was mostly in the dark, as if he was purposely hiding. He couldn't see him properly, except for his shadowed figure – a bit of moonlight poured over at his direction – his eyes were dark blue, and his dark brows creased as he gazed at him.

"You were in the way…" Mokuba muttered as he immediately got ready to run. As much as he wanted to argue – he didn't have much time as of now.

"Wait…" he trailed off. "You're a –"

Mokuba froze, turning to where the stranger stood – he backed away, getting ready to run or fight back. He didn't expect this kind of trouble to catch up with him this early in his escape. He glared at the stranger, clenching his fists as small sparks started to surround them, he was feeling the strong, painful urge once more.

All of the sudden, cars screeching were heard not far from them and both of them looked up. Bright yellow lights suddenly dawned to where they were, Mokuba squinted, shielding his eyes – he looked up and saw a car not far from where they were – inside were two men in black suits with the dark glasses. On the side of their coats, by their breast pockets were golden pendants; it looked like a small globe. Mokuba knew what they were – in the institute, people with these pendants visited and took patients like him away. He was here, before they got the chance.

They both stepped out of the car, the boy looked up to the stranger beside him – a young man, might've been in his early teens with dark brown hair – his dark blue eyes glared at the direction to where the men were, he clenched his fists.

"We told you, we've had enough of your games. Come with us now." One of the men had said.

Mokuba frowned; he continued to watch – as he didn't know that he'd caught the attention of one of the men. He looked up as he heard a beeping sound, the man held onto the side of his shades, he realized that they were trackers.

"That boy with him…" he said, gesturing to him. "He's one of them, too."

"Well, let's take him down first – Maybe he's easier –"

The young man suddenly smirked, laughing shortly and bitterly. "Man, it's just like you guys to go for the easy pickings first." He kept his arrogant stance as the men looked to him, not looking very happy at that.

"What was that?"

"Wanna say that again, punk?"

He snickered, stepping forward – Mokuba was a bit offended at his remark and he didn't hesitate to be vocal about it. "I don't need you to protect me!" he said to the young man. "I can handle this by myself!"

The young man glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, before looking ahead at the two men. "I said, you're two both chicken shit to actually face me that you're planning to take that kid as bait so I'd give in and come with you." He paused. "That trick isn't gonna work on me. I don't even know that kid. He was just clumsy enough to bump into me."

"That's it!" the men had aimed their guns at the same time. Before they fired, the young man glared at both of them, blue lights that resembled flames had surrounded his hands. Mokuba's eyes widened – watching him make the flames glow brighter and brighter – he growled as he threw them at both men, they lunged into opposite directions – managing to avoid it themselves, but the car immediately exploded, the blue flames crackling wildly as parts of it were flying everywhere. The men were by the sides, now shooting at both of them.

The young man looked at Mokuba. "Get out of here!"

Mokuba backed away, fists still clenched – he looked up as more men were starting to surrounded them from above, all on rooftops, aiming their guns at them. "But! –"

"If you're not gonna do anything, get out of here!" the young man yelled again, he threw more blue flames towards men coming his way – Mokuba frowned, but found that he had no choice but to run – he couldn't be caught now. He moved his legs, running as fast as he could. Men were now on his tail, he knew it – he could hear them from behind him.

"Get that kid and bring him back alive!" one of them called.

Mokuba scoffed turning shortly to them, wincing as the electric sparks surrounded his hands, it immediately spread out everywhere – he screamed angrily as the electric force hit them perfectly, he heard their screams of pain and he could smell burning flesh faintly. The sparks grew brighter around him, his entire body – it felt painful, but still he knew he had to move it. A few of them weren't giving up and were still determined to bring him down.

Seto drove faster, looking ahead at the road – his tracker was a small computer installed into the car itself. On the monitor was the map of the city and the red lights by the north side of Domino city was now spreading. It was so strong that he could feel and sense it even without the tracker. He frowned, driving faster and making a left turn. It's been a long time since he felt energy this strong and this dangerous. It was true that this wasn't the first time he's encountered something of this kind. He's had to face a lot of them, though differing in abilities and types. Obviously and as expected, he was always able to manage. No one has beaten him before – he was just too strong, everyone could sense it from him.

This energy he felt wasn't as strong or as powerful as his own, but it had the potential to be. It was too dangerous for it to be on the loose, especially when people wanted it for themselves but had no idea how to use them. Seto Kaiba was a man who understood what it meant for someone to be of use to him, as he was always taught that he shouldn't waste his time on useless things that would get him nowhere. He's always believed it as well. It was the principle that got him to where he was after all. He had to go through a lot of things to be here. Things that he'd rather not remember and things he would've rather not done. Three years of struggle and pain – was it all going to come together now after all this time?

From the looks of things, it had good chances – if he could get there and handle the situation in time.

Just then, he heard a beeping sound coming from the monitors – he glanced over and saw that someone was trying to contact him through mobile radio, studying it for a moment, he scowled. There was only one more person who stayed with him in headquarters who would be irritating enough to call him up when he was in the middle of something.

He pushed a button and spoke. "What do you want?"

"Oi, Kaiba." A pushy and slightly playful female voice spoke. It was enough to make him wince and curse a bit, his frown deepening. "Just what's the big idea leaving the base with no one else around. You're lucky I got home –"

He saw the name flashing on the screen. Kujaku Mai. Oh great.

"Are you blind, Kujaku?" Seto asked sharply. "Unit One has security taken care of. Besides, can't you see the –"

"What the hell is going on over at the north side?!" Mai's voice boomed.

"Took you long enough." Seto muttered, but enough for her to hear. "Why do you think I'm out here?"

"It's been a while…" Mai's voice trailed off. "Where are you now exactly?"

"Almost at the scene – it's not hard to find considering the energy is spreading –"

"Tell me! I'll follow! –"

"No, you won't." Seto corrected her firmly. "You're complaining so much about the base being unguarded, then stay there."

"You expect me to stay cooped up here like some housewife and wait for you to mess things up?" Mai demanded, raising her voice. "You can't tell me what to do! I'll find you myself –"

"I just did. I'll be back." He pushed the button to hang up on her. He rolled his eyes momentarily before he drove on. The other person on his team so far was Kujaku Mai. True, she was a few years older than him – she might've been more experienced when it came to dealing with her abilities and what she could do. But it didn't intimidate him one bit. Between him and Mai, it was always a fight between who was in charge and how it is to run things. Amazingly, he's always had the upper advantage – even though she refuses to admit it. But they were both capable anyway; it worked for the both of them.

As he drove on, three more cars suddenly blocked his way – Seto's eyes widened a bit, he gripped onto the wheel. He swerved his car to the left, everything was happening to fast as he heard gunshots – he looked up and saw that he was going to crash into a wall.

He frowned, the color of his eyes were a bit more vibrant than they were – immediately the car stopped a few inches away from the wall, a blue barrier appearing around it. He looked up, keeping his focus – the protective force still around. Seto stepped out of the car, the force around him dissolving. There were three cars blocking his way and about ten men aiming guns at him – he recognized the golden pendants on their coats.

"Seto Kaiba." One of them said calmly. "Please come with us."

Seto kept his frown, remaining calm but his glare was evident. "I don't like other people telling me what I should do." He said coldly. "Get out of my way."

The man looked right back at him. "Miss Ishtar does not mean any malice. She would only –"

"I don't really care what your mistress wants from me. I have no time." Seto cut him off before he could finish.

"Then you leave us no choice but to use force."

Seto immediately stretched out a hand, in an instant; a ring of blue light appeared around him, followed by a powerful force knocking them all back, their weapons flying out of their hands and breaking into pieces. All of them fell to the ground, he looked over and saw that the impact had killed half – the others had managed to hold onto something.

"I'll say it one more time. Get out of my way." He said again, the ring of light still surrounding him.

The remaining ones stood their ground, shooting at him. Seto growled lowly and waved a hand, the bullets stopping in mid-air and falling to the ground. The men backed away and started to reload, but Seto – did not plan on giving them a chance, considering that they've done the sacrilegious by getting in his way and wasting his time. His eyes glared over to their direction, his hands were surrounded by blue light – his brows met.

"If you won't get out of my way, live with the consequences!" he stretched out his hand, a ball of blue light was now charging at the men and the faster it moved towards them, the bigger and brighter it'd gotten – he could hear them screaming as they struggled to get away but found their legs couldn't move. Seto's eyes narrowed – he was causing that, too. There was an invisible binding force that held them still – and it wasn't going to go away until they were hit by the blast.

There was an explosion of light where they were. Seto watched calmly, his expression unchanging as he saw what remained of them, only their weapons were on the ground – there were no traces of bodies, but there was white dust raining everywhere – that said enough about where they went.

He glanced over to the other dead bodies on the ground, snarling a bit as he turned his back – going back to his car. The energy was now moving from north and further away from his direction. He had to catch up to it and fast.

"Miss Ishtar…" a voice began behind her.

She looked up at the tall and dark figure by her doorway, standing a respectful distance from her as he bowed politely. His expression was grim – signifying that he did not bring her good news at all.

She sighed, tucking a strand of her ebony hair behind her ear. He blue eyes darted from the floor to the outside of her window as she stood there, looking calm – she waited for him to speak.

"Miss Ishar, the men – "

"I know, Rashid." She said, shaking her head. "You don't have to tell me…"

"They were just too powerful." Rashid went on quietly, glancing up at his boss. "The men didn't stand much of a chance…"

The golden nameplate read on her desk. Isis Ishtar. Head of Dispatch.

Isis shook her head and looked up at the dark blue-gray skies. "It's not their fault. We cannot blame them for not wanting to trust us. They don't know that not all our intentions are the same as the ones that lead us." She paused, outside there were crowds of people huddled wondering where all the smoke and the sounds of destruction were coming from. She closed her eyes momentarily. "They are tired of being treated as objects and being imprisoned, scorned by everyone around them."

"It was not their wish to be born this way." Rashid continued for her.

Isis nodded as she opened her eyes, looking back at the scene outside.

"But Isis-sama, what do we do now…?" he asked her.

"I don't execute the commands." Isis said in a somewhat disheartened tone. "I only follow the orders given to me." She turned to look at him. "What Gozaburou-sama does not understand is, these men he keeps asking me to send out aren't enough to match up to them and everyone will just keep dying in vain."

"Maybe you can talk to him?"

"He won't listen to anyone lower than him." She shook her head. She sat back down on her chair, leaning back, still keeping poised in the process, she sighed. "But no matter what happens now… We have to get these two into our custody, to save everyone else around us."

She opened the folders and stared at two distinct profiles, she scanned through them – though her eyes stayed glue to two names. Kaiba Seto. Kaiba Mokuba.

"It's for everyone's good." She frowned slightly. "If we are able to gain them to this side, maybe we can use their abilities to protect the City." She looked up. "If the opposite were to happen and they were to end up resenting us, the hate they feel may end up destroying us all…"

The door suddenly opened – another man stepping in, his eyes were dark and deep, glancing over to both of them as he frowned sternly. "Isis-sama, Rashid." He began. "The men came back and they've seem to have one in custody."

"Shadi…" Isis trailed off, getting up. "Have you identified him?"

"It was hard – but we somehow managed to knock him out and get ID." He looked up, handing her a folder. "We've gathered some data on him – we're hoping to find out more about what he can do when he wakes up through some tests…"

"Let me see him then." Isis said as walked to the door. "Then we'll report immediately to the higher office."

"Of course, Isis-sama…" Shadi accompanied her, Rashid following them both.

Outside, the skies were only darker…

Everything will fall into place soon, it's a little confusing now... but it'll get clearer. And more characters will come in. :)