Getting Out of Dodge, er, Domino

Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX, DarkScytheQueen owns most of the OCs in this.

Notes

"This kind of speech means another language"

This kind of speech is thought.

"This kind of speech is normal speech"

"This kind of speech is tech speech" Examples are video conferences, phone calls, etc.

"What the hell happened? Where's the kid?!"

The gunman tried to hold his head with a numb hand as his cohorts stood in front of him, having found and woken him up a short time before.

"Well?! We're waiting!"

"There was another brat, frickin' came and shot my hands, knocked my gun out of my hands and...I dunno, I blacked out,"

One of the other two growled and rubbed his eyes, "Who was it? Another street punk?"

"No...he knew the other one. I'm thinking he was one of the others,"

"So, what you're saying is that we've not only lost one but two of the brats the Boss wants?!"

"Uh...yeah, I guess so,"

"Let me get this straight. You find one, get disarmed by another brat, get knocked out by said brat and you not only lose the two of them at the same time, but you lose your piece, too?"

"....yeah," the gunman nodded slowly, "I'm sorry, I know I failed, but maybe I can ask the Boss for forgiveness and-,"

BAM!

A gunshot echoed around the warehouse as the shamed assassin's head jerked back, a small hole in the middle of his forehead. Like a ton of bricks, he fell back onto the floor, his now lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling and catwalks of the large building. His executioner lowered his own smoking pistol and spat on the corpse.

"Fat chance of that, testa di cazzo," he swore, holstering his pistol before turning to his remaining comrade, "Looks we've lost them for now. We'll receive a lesser punishment than this bastard," he jerked a thumb to the corpse, "For now, we have to get out of here before the cops come, we're in a hot spot and we can't afford to be arrested. We'll go to the Boss, explain to him what happened and hopefully we'll have another chance to make up for it later,"

It had been a few hours since Damien Edachi met up with Jake Revastan, who managed to save his life with a mere BB rifle. Since their escape, the two young men made their way to an arcade just on the other side of the back-alley labyrinth. It made sense for them to meet there, it was in a public and well-populated area, there was a tiny chance the people after them would try anything with so many witnesses. Shortly after arriving, the two of them were escorted by a pair of large Japanese men in suits. Unlike the men in suits from before, these men were to be trusted. Climbing into a large, black van parked on the other side of the street, the two of them came across another pair of young men who were already waiting in the van.

There was a rough-looking young man with a decent build and a look about him that was usually seen by teenagers who spent their time on the streets. He had a head of jet black hair that was tied tightly behind his head in a ponytail and a pair of fierce, yellow eyes that would intimidate younger children with a single glance. Jett Kenichi gave a nod to both Jake and Damien, "About time you two showed up. Techno here," he tilted his head to the fourth beside him, "...was getting worried,"

"Techno", whose real name was Erik Ikari, was a young man with dull gray hair that stood up wildly and a pair of gray eyes that were much softer than Jett's. Unlike Jett, he didn't have a build of one who got into fights, he had the body of someone who didn't really do much exercise, but he wasn't overweight. Quite the opposite, really, because he usually spent most of his time indoors playing with his mass collection of electronics. He had what some people called an unhealthy obsesssion with technology, and right now, he was even fiddling with a PDA.

"We may be late, Jett, but be glad we're actually here," Damien muttered as the van pulled out into the street, "Jake and I had a run in with some of those assholes who are after Sensei. I almost got shot dead but Jake came in and swooped down like...I dunno, some guy who swoops down,"

Jake snickered as he placed his BB rifle onto the floor of the van, "Some guy who swoops down? God, D, get a life outside the rich man's castle, huh? Bad enough you look a lot like him, you're starting to act like him,"

"Speaking of...," Erik held up his hands and looked ahead to the escorts, "Hey, where's that latptop?"

"I got it," the escort in the passenger seat held up a thin laptop computer, which Erik snatched away almost immediately, "Be careful with it,"

"I know how to handle a computer, I was raised on these kind of things," Erik muttered under his breath as he booted up the laptop, "Alright, D, Jake, the 'grown-ups' wanted us to make contact when you guys made it so they could tell us the next move. Ah, here we go," he placed the laptop on the floor of the van and beckoned the others to gather around him as a face appeared on the monitor.

"I'm glad to see you're all safe. I'm afraid that my past has indeed come back to haunt me, as well as the others they believe are close to me. The others and I are going to take careful precautions ourselves, since we've been in situations similar to this before, however you four are another story. You'll have to leave the city for your own safety,"

"Leave?" Jett frowned, "Where the hell are we supposed to go?"

"Yeah," Damien nodded, "Besides, Jake and I have family here, Sensei, what do we do about them?"

"Don't worry, Damien, they will be safe. Luckily for us, since all of our relationships are kept hidden from the public, they won't be able to determine that you have family. All they got were your first names and faces,"

"Oh sure, lucky us," Jake shook his head, "Listen, can't we just stay with my dad and my little brother? I can give him a call and we can stay with them, I don't think those bastards would try to mess with the U.S. military,"

"I'm afraid that that will bring up a lot of questioning and other red tape that we can't afford to have right now, Jake. I understand you want to be with your brother, believe me I do, but right now, the best choice for all of you are to leave the city. Your families will be informed of the situation and will be looked after, just in case,"

"Alright, sensei, say that we do leave Domino City, where the hell are we supposed to go?"

A chuckle came from the monitor, "I have the perfect place for you four to lay low for now. Duel Academy,"

The four just stared at the laptop.

"I'll inform the Chancellor and Vice-Chancellor there of the current situation and swear them to secrecy. I'm not exactly sure how we'll explain four new students in your age ranges to be there...maybe we can think of some kind of program as a cover. While you're there, none of you are to try and make contact with your family or anyone else here in the city except myself or my brother. You are not to tell anyone why you are there except the cover story that will be provided to you. If you have any questions or concerns, direct them to the Chancellor or the Vice-Chancellor and they'll pass them on to me. If they cannot, then you can try and contact me, although I cannot guarantee I'll reply right away. No telling what could happen in the future. Are we clear?"

The four boys nodded.

"Good. I wish you the best of luck boys, I'll check in when you've settled into your home away from home,"

With that, the video screen went away.

Erik sighed and closed the laptop, "Well, this is just great. In one day, our lives get turned upside down because Damien's teacher screws around with criminals,"

"Hey, at least mine isn't going around graveyards trying to dig up the dead!"

"That isn't what he's doing and you damn well know it!"

Jake and Jett watched as the two others began to argue and shove each other, exchanging insults about their respective mentors.

Jett sighed, "You know, I kinda expected you to be the pain in the ass right now, Revastan,"

"But I didn't, did I? I'm just full of surprises," Jake chuckled as the van slowed to a stop, "Where the hell are we now?"

Seto Kaiba turned away from the computer on his office desk and looked out to the city below as raindrops splattered and ran down the windows of his company. He knew that sooner or later the less than desirable people would be comiing to collect on the favors they pulled for him back when he was younger, but he supposed it was wishful thinking, wanting that day not to come. Thinking back on his younger years, he couldn't help but crack a small grin when he remembered what he would and wouldn't do for others besides himself or his little brother. Years spent with his rival and his gang of loser friends may have actually changed him a little...but only a little, even if people said differently.

"Nii-sama,"

Kaiba's thoughts came back to the present world, "What is it, Mokuba?"

"I just got a call from the escort van. They reached the departure point and the chopper's about to head off for Duel Academy Island," his younger brother, now a young man, walked up beside him, still sporting his mane of wild, ebony hair that flowed down his back, "You're worried for them, nii-sama?"

"Right now, I'm only worried about you, Mokuba,"

Mokuba couldn't help but grin, Still having moments of denial, huh Seto?

"Have you heard anything from the others?"

"Only Yugi, but that's it. The other two weren't able to talk, but I'm going to try and call them later. Hopefully, we'll be able to get through to them before they have a run in," Mokuba looked out at the window, "Funny how we always get involved with some kind of danger, huh, nii-sama? Pegasus, the Big Five, the Ghouls, Doma. Kind of feels like the old days,"

"If that's the case, we should be ready to be assaulted with friendship speeches and I should be prepared to hear that you got kidnapped...again,"

Mokuba slugged his brother in the arm.

Kilnorc: I know, seems kinda short, but it gets better and more lengthy in the future.