Warriors

-The Mists of Avalon-

We don't own Yu-Gi-Oh or Yu-Gi-Oh GX or Domino City. We were going to take over, but Seto Kaiba booted us out before we could. We're currently regrouping for our planned revenge.

Notes: Pairings are still unsure... But finally, the two main heroes of YGO anf YGO-GX make an appearance! We're kinda happy because one of us has this huge ass crush on Judai. Ok... too much info. A little short, this chapter.

Dead End

Seto stepped down on the brakes, the car stopped and he looked up to see burnt out, dismantled car parts all over the street where he'd stopped. He frowned taking a closer look and seeing small blue flames flickering by the side of the remains and there were even some on the rubble. He leaned back on the driver's seat, glancing around – there was no one around but it looked like there was a bit of a fight that happened before he got here.

Yeah. That was it. Next time? He was using the jet. Forget discreet.

He cursed under his breath, muttering lowly as he shook his head. He looked back at the monitor – for some strange reason, the energy died down and it might take a while to find it again. That is if he even finds it ever again. It annoyed him greatly that a setback like this happened. If those men hadn't gotten in the way, he would've made it just in time.

There was more riding on this than just containing the energy source. This might've been the only chance he'd see his brother again.

Seto looked ahead at the thick cloud of smoke rising up the dark sky not far from him. Sounds of sirens were faint and so were the sounds of the vehicles driving away from the scene. Tokugawa Institute was destroyed, with no remains or survivors. He looked up, his brows meeting as he felt his hands grip the stirring wheel tightly. It didn't escape his mind. The possibility that the energy source had destroyed himself within his own power – unable to get away from the burning hospital because his mind was clouded with the overwhelming power. Seto wasn't a man known for regret or guilt – but he didn't think he would be able to forgive himself if that was the result of things.

He kept his direction at the burning building. He wouldn't be able to forgive the people who took away his brother, either.

Just then, another beeping sound was heard – he looked to the monitor to see the name Kujaku Mai flashing once more.

Yeah, figures she'd be the one to ruin his deep in thought moment yet again.

He pushed the button again and sighed. "What is it now?" he asked again.

"Did you find it?"

Seto grit his teeth in annoyance. This was just what he needed – first his brother could possibly be dead and if not, he had to find him before he does end up being so – now he had to be faced with Mai rubbing it in that he screwed it up. He growled lowly. He wasn't going to give her the chance. He never had before and he most certainly is not going to do it now.

"No." he answered in a low and calm tone.

"I knew it." Mai said sharply over the radio. "I told you that you should've let me do back-up, but now –"

"I really don't want to hear your incessant nagging, Kujaku." Seto snapped before she could go on. "Besides, you're out now, aren't you? What exactly did you leave the base for…?"

"Well, I was going on patrol in case you missed anything else." She continued, Seto frowned – at the back of his mind, he swore that when this was all over, he was going to kill this woman and enjoy every moment of it. "It looks like the authorities are alarmed – and they've contacted Millennium Industries to ask for their assistance."

Seto raised an eyebrow slightly. "So, what you're saying is – authorities and Millennium agents alike are on patrol tonight?"

"Exactly." Mai said in a more serious tone this time. "The moment they spot someone with the mutation, they either capture them or kill them completely."

Seto knew that this really wasn't the time for his little brother to be running around with no full control of his powers.

"Are you heading back to base…?" Mai asked.

"I think I'll drive around another time." Seto answered. "I could find more clues if I look around more."

"Alright. I'll do some patrolling myself." She paused. "Whether you like it or not."

"Whatever." Seto muttered as he pushed the button to hang up. Maybe Mai going on patrol would be of some use anyway, he started the engine of his car again – driving off and away from the direction of the institute, he couldn't risk being caught either.

Mokuba slowly opened his eyes, he stirred – feeling a sharp jolt of pain racking up his back as soon as he came to. He winced and let out a choked cry of pain as he turned to his left side, gasping for air, his hands were clutching on whatever it was he was lying down on. It took a moment for his vision to clear up and see that he was staring at a yellow painted wall. He blinked twice as the pain slowly subsided. He was panting a bit heavily – he didn't know where he was or how he got here. Had they caught him? The last thing he remembered was being surrounded, he felt ten times more pain than he usually did when his powers started to kick in – did he kill them all? Or were they able to stop him before he could? It could've been that he was dead and he was now in hell, heaven or wherever it was the dead people went after they kicked the bucket. Maybe it was better off that way, too – the only thing he regretted was not being able to see his older brother again.

His older brother, Seto.

He couldn't be dead yet! He had things to do!

He immediately sat up and again, wincing again – he felt his limbs trembling and it felt as if someone was squeezing his heart from inside him – he had a hard time breathing. It looked like he overworked himself a bit, defending himself.

"Don't get up, Mokuba-kun!" a concerned voice had spoken just beside him. He blinked and turned to his side, seeing a young boy – he might've looked around his age, but he could be wrong. Maybe he was just too short for someone who was supposed to be older than him. He had a strange hair style, with an even stranger color. It was spiked up, golden bangs, but his hair in itself was dark violet with red highlights at some angles. His eyes were wide and expressed worry, obvious worry. His own gray eyes looked back at violet ones.

"Don't get up. It's too soon…"

"What…?" Mokuba trailed off. "Where am I?" he asked, looking at him.

The young boy smiled in a friendly manner, getting up. "Well, you look better – but you need to recover more after that."

"After what?" Mokuba looked a bit worried. "Did… I do something wrong again?" he frowned, glancing down.

The young boy looked at him again, smiling a bit sheepishly; he picked up a tray of food. "Well, it's not like you can be blamed for it, honestly." He said calmly, retaining that warm tone. He headed over and placed the tray of food before him. "Here you go. You need your strength back…"

Mokuba kept his gaze down and remained quiet. He wasn't even sure that he should trust this boy as this could be a trap leading to his capture once again, but he didn't quite feel any malice from him.

"It's alright, Mokuba-kun." The young boy went on. "I promise you, I'm not one of them."

The younger boy looked to him and blinked. "You – know about them?"

The young boy nodded and smiled a bit. "Doesn't everyone?" he looked over to the window. On the wall were posters and there was a study table by the side of the room, where a well-lit lamp hovered above it. There was a bookshelf over at the other corner and a few things, comics, books scattered on the floor. "You're safe here. I won't tell anyone."

Mokuba looked at him. "What's your name?"

"Mutou Yuugi." The young boy answered.

Mokuba paused for a long time as he picked up the spoon and started to eat his soup. He'd forgotten how hungry and tired he was until food was presented to him. Yuugi seemed pleased that he trusted him.

"Since you know about them." He trailed off. "You know about me, too. Isn't that right, Yuugi?"

Yuugi looked up. "Eh?" he turned to him. "Well… does it bother you that I do?"

"Then you saw what happened? The men? Did they get away – did I –" Mokuba already knew the answer to it, actually. But he had to ask for himself.

Yuugi glanced down momentarily before he nodded. "You – were scared, I think. Too scared and you couldn't control it." He paused. "But those men weren't going to give up until they captured you, and so…"

"I understand." Mokuba cut him off, glancing down at his food, not wanting to continue that thought. He knew that he had to get used to this kind of life. The kind where he had to run from someone all the time, where he had to escape for being who he was – what he was. He knew that somewhere along the line, taking life with his own hands would be necessary for him to get by.

It just somehow… didn't feel very good, that's all.

"Mokuba-kun? Does the soup taste bad?" Yuugi's voice rang through his ears and he immediately looked up.

"No. It's fine. Thanks." Mokuba answered in a low tone.

"Good. I was worried because it was my cousin who –"

Before Yuugi could even finish, the door opened – both of them looked up. Mokuba was staring at a young boy who was definitely older than himself. He was a bit taller than Yuugi was, but not that tall either. He had brown hair that covered up to his nape (some parts of it were highlighted an even darker shade of brown). His eyes were of the same color and Mokuba noticed that his skin was a bit tanned as well.

"Well, I'm back!" he said with a wide grin and a cheerful expression. "Hey!" he noticed Mokuba sitting up. "You're awake!"

Yuugi smiled sheepishly and looked at him. "Mokuba-kun, this is…"

"Yuuki Judai!" the young boy introduce extending a hand. "Nice to meet you!"

Mokuba blinked and took his hand, Judai gripped and shook it firmly, letting go. He blinked and then squinted, leaning over and reading. "Kaiba Mokuba?"

Mokuba looked down at the small nameplate by his hospital garb. Must've been the reason why Yuugi knew his name.

"Kaiba Mokuba? Wait a sec – aren't you supposed to be dead? –" Judai suddenly stopped, realizing how insensitive that seemed.

"Judai-kun!" Yuugi blurted out getting up. "Be careful! –"

"It's alright." Mokuba said, shaking his head. "I was kind of expecting that reaction."

"I didn't mean to…" Judai frowned a bit, sighing. "Sorry – I was just surprised, I mean they said a few years back that – well, you know…"

The raven-haired boy looked up at both of them. "I don't think you guys should keep me here." He said. "They'll be after me soon."

"We're not gonna let you go back out there!" Judai said, frowning worriedly. "We know what those guys want from you! You won't have any chances of getting out if they get you again!"

"Judai-kun's right." Yuugi said in agreement. "Besides, you're not well enough." He looked sincerely worried. "You might go out of control the next time!"

"I have to find my brother!" Mokuba insisted. "I can't stay here! They might get him!"

Yuugi and Judai paused, they exchanged glances and fell quiet. Mokuba suddenly felt extreme nervousness drape over him. He didn't like the silence – he knew that they were hiding something from him. He frowned and clenched his fists. He looked up at them and felt his voice rising, he wasn't going to stay oblivious. He hated it. It made him feel like a stupid kid who couldn't handle anything. He hated being defenseless and useless – especially when it involved his brother.

"You… know something about my brother, don't you?" being stuck inside an institute for about three years could really take a toll on your social awareness. "Tell me…"

"Mokuba-kun…" Yuugi began. "I don't think we should…"

"I have to find my brother! I have to know! Where is he? What's happened to him? Yuugi! Tell me! Where is my brother?"

Yuugi looked at him worriedly, but it was Judai who answered in a sober tone.

"Kaiba Seto-san… has been missing for some years now."

Mokuba swore he felt the world come crashing down upon him.

To Be Continued

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