Giving credit where it's due, this series crossover was inspired by Assemble! Yu-Tagonists! by driftingstar which is all the current protagonists in a secret agent AU that is beautiful and hilarious and I love it and you should all go read that if you already haven't.

I've watched DM, GX, 5D's, and VRAINS. I've seen a couple of episodes of Arc-V and unfortunately next to nothing of Zexal, but I'll try my best to keep everyone as in character as I can. Feel free to point out if Yuya or Yuma seem a bit off though! This fic itself has been unfinished for ages, like I wrote the beginning of it back when Arc V was still starting. Now that VRAINS is with us, I felt the urge to do something fun and with everyone involved.

There may be plot, or it might just be drabbles. Either way I'm just here to have fun.


The salad bar is the worst thing in the world and Yuya hates it, because he can't do fancy tricks or provide entertainment when he's carrying a bowl of lettuce three times the size of his head and nearly the length of both his arms.

Plus, the ice always gets messy and he's way too tired of having to refill the olives every five minutes because people are clumsy and dump the olives everywhere but their plates. That is not entertaining, it's repetitive, and it's not very funny to go ladies and gentleman! please enjoy watching me clean up this ice! because he'd probably end up holding up the line and Atem really wouldn't like that.

Lacks a certain zeal in any case.

So he trades with Yuma for host duties tonight instead, because at least he can be showy when showing people to their seats. He has a slight tendency to drop the menus on the floor and once he did sort of swing his arm too fast and a roll of silverware went soaring over the tables and hit some friend of Yugi - Jonouchi? Joey? Maybe a type of car... - in the face, but otherwise he totally has this thing down.

Yuma, meanwhile, trips and drops the salad bowl, and amongst the apologies and hurried cries that is Yuma's battle cry of energy and his only way of surviving before Yugi makes his way over to see what the mess is, Yuya tries to remember to tell Yusei and Judai that they may have to offer caesar salad instead of regular salad bar. Atem has been very lacking in the funding he sorts around to whatever he thinks needs it most, and edible leaves got the short end of the stick this week. And Yuya's pretty sure that the bowl he dropped in Yuma's arms was like, the last of it.

But other than that, Yuya's feeling pretty good about today.

Until Yuri walks in, and then that wonderful feeling goes away.

"No," Yuya says, and points back at the door. "Out."

"Is that how you treat a paying customer?" His brother purrs, sauntering in like he hasn't been thrown out for fighting with Yugo three times now. There is a chipped table from their last encounter. A chipped, marble table. "Clearly the customer service here is lacking."

"You are literally on our ban list, Yuri," Yuya says, pulling up a clipboard from under the counter and pointing at his name. "There are only like, five people on this list and you are at the top."

"Then pretend I'm one of our less esteemed brothers," Yuri shrugs. "I can be Yugo."

"Yugo is also on this list."

"Yuto, then."

"Yuri…"

"It's Yuto," Yuri says, with a smile as he takes one of the open tables that Judai has just finished cleaning up.

"Uh?" Judai says as Yuya's brother seats himself, ignoring the pleading looks sent his way.

"I'll have a cup of coffee." Yuri orders, pushing aside the menu Judai has laid out. "Black, two sugars, lots of cream."

Judai blinks at Yuri, and then casts a raised eyebrow over at Yuya.

"Can I put this on Yuya's tab?" Yuri asks. "I'm afraid I don't have any money with me at the moment."

Yuya lets his face meet the counter with a dull thunk, wondering how long it will be until Atem fires him.


The Blue Eye's White Dragon Cafe was Seto Kaiba's ego personified in the form of absurdly expensive leather seats and fancy foreign tea, at least that's what Atem always said.

Personally, Judai thought it was just a way of Atem expressing his distaste towards their rival business, mainly fueled by the fact that Kaiba's imported tea was more popular than the fairly generic brand they bought, or maybe it was the fact by paying Yusei's cheques Atem was unwillingly funding fancy tea purchases because of Yusei's weird roommate that didn't have a job but apparently had copious amounts of time to spend at the White Dragon Cafe. Yusei shrugs about it, because he "can't control Jack" and he's got job security anyway because if something goes wrong, which it will, Yusei can fix it.

Atem is scary when it comes to technology newer than the fork, so Yusei handles a good portion of everything that is new or capable of running on electricity. Judai fondly remembers a time when before Yusei was hired and Atem managed to break three registers and nearly destroyed the dishwasher.

Of course, it hadn't nearly been so amusing trying to repair the damage, but no one got hurt so everything worked out and then Yusei joined not too long after as an all purpose handyman and cook and waiter and bartender and basically whatever Yugi could get away with making him do without pushing him into overtime.

"Shouldn't you be paid more?" Judai asks, balancing three plates on each arm. His record is seven dishes in total, and on slower days he likes to test his boundaries. Atem warily eyes him from across the room.

"This is already a second job for me," Yusei says, tinkering with the register. It flickers hopefully as Yusei jabs at it with a screwdriver, then the screen dies out again. "The cafe doesn't make too much either, so I'm okay with what I get."

"What's your first job?" Yuya pipes up, popping his head up from behind a booth. The kid is a born entertainer, with the way he makes a fun spectacle for himself while seating customers, and his cheerful attitude reminds Judai of his younger days, which both makes him cringe and smile at the same time. Thankfully, the kid also has a better head on his shoulders, so Judai has less cause to worry.

"Are you supposed to be climbing over the seats, Yuya?"

"No."

This is a fair answer, to which Judai nods understandingly to.

"I repair things," Yusei answers. "I like to work with machines and electronics, so I'm pretty good at taking them apart and putting them back together."

"That's pretty cool," Yuya says. "Did you build your motorcycle too? The one you drive to work with?"

"Yeah."

"That's amazing," Yuya hops around the booth and walks up to the counter the two were standing at. "My brother Yugo would love to talk to you about it. He's really into motorcycles and engineering stuff, and I think he even wants to try his hand at making something like yours."

"Isn't Yugo on our ban list?" Judai asks conversationally.

"Yeah. For fighting with my other brother." Yuya glances over to the table with Yuri at it, who smiles and waves at him over his coffee, and rolls his eyes. "Yugo has something of... a short temper."

"Ah."

"You can tell your brother he can visit my garage, then," Yusei says, as the register makes a loud beep that signified a full reset and a triumphant comeback at life. "I'd be happy to help him anytime."

"By the way," Judai says, "I heard yelling a little while ago. Was that Yuma?"

"Yeah, he accidentally dropped the salad bowl."

"Then why was he yelling?" Yusei asks.

"Yuma never does anything halfway," Yuya answers, which, actually, doesn't explain the situation any better. "Oh, right, that was the last of our salad. Salad bar is out, so Caesar salad for the rest of the day."

"Alright. Shouldn't be a problem," Judai acknowledges. "It's pretty slow today."

"Judai," Atem says, walking by and snatching half the plates Judai is balancing on his way into the kitchen. "Customer, go."

"Gotcha!" Judai dumps the rest of the tableware into Yuya's arms and takes off towards the other side of the room. He throws on a charming smile and navigates his way through tables and booths, grabbing a pitcher of water while he's at it, stopping once he's at the new arrival sitting at a corner table, blinking when he recognizes him.

"Jim!" Judai's generic smile becomes a bit more authentic. "It's been a while!"

"That it has," Jim Crocodile Cook tips his hat up and smiles back. The bandages around his right eye have looked better, a bit stained with dirt and dust, but there was no doubting the air of satisfaction around him. Must have come back recently from a successful dig. "Thought I'd drop by and say hello while I got something to eat. They still make steak the same way here?"

"Naturally. No need to mess with a winning recipe," Judai says, scooping up the menu Jim doesn't need, remembering his usual. "But uh… Jim?"

"Yeah?"

"You do know crocodiles aren't allowed inside, right?"

Karen growls in protest, throwing a scaled arm onto the table.

"She's gotta eat too," Jim says, reaching across the table and patting her head, placating Karen. "Besides, she won't hurt anybody, you know that."

Judai does indeed recall the time he stuck his entire hand in the mouth of Jim's crocodile and somehow came away with all fingers intact, but still. Health and Safety Code. He's not exactly sure where, but Judai's certain something about this violates at least half of the rules the cafe & restaurant is supposed to obey.

"I'll tip extra," Jim says.

"Done." Judai pours Karen a glass of water. "I'll go let the kitchen know of your order."


"Yugi," Yuma says, a high pitch of hysteria in his voice. "There is a crocodile in the restaurant."

"What?" Yugi looks up from the schedule worksheet he's been sketching up, fingers smudged with ink and his hair falling into his eyes. He has not slept in two days. Yugi isn't exactly sure if he's awake or just dreaming of work, which he's really hoping isn't the case because he's spent entirely too long putting together everyone's shifts and would not remember how to do it again if he was dreaming.

"A crocodile. It's sitting at a table. Drinking water out of a glass." Yuma says. "Yugi, training never covered this. What am I supposed to do? Do I bring it more water? Do I serve it food?!"

A dream. This had to be a dream and Yugi squints back at the papers, not even sure if he knows how to read anymore. Yugi, Yuya, Yusei, Yu...saku? Was that even a real name? Who was that? Or has the sheer amount of Yu's gotten to Yugi finally and he's made up an extra name? Atem would not appreciate paying someone who did not exist. Scribbled under this made up name was a phone number and some letters that had to be in a different language.

"Yugi?"

"Make Atem deal with it," Yugi says after a lengthy pause. If this was a dream, then he wasn't going to feel bad for dumping the problem on his other half.

"He said to talk to you about it!" Yuma screeches, running in place with pent up energy.

"Oh." Well. That meant someone else should deal with the Dream Crocodile then. "Make Yusei deal with it."


Yusei is staring at the crocodile from over one of the booths when Yuma finds him.

"Sorry, what?" Yusei asks, because Yuma had said something to him, but it seemed to have come out in one large, rushed sentence and there was no interpreting it when Yusei's not even sure Yuma knows what he was saying. Something about Atem and then Yugi and then Atem again and then his name?

Yuma throws out an arm and points at the crocodile with a shaking hand.

"Ah."

Before either of them can do anything about it, though, Judai comes barrelling past with a "NO ONE PANIC I GOT THIS" and four plates of steak balanced on his arms. Yusei wonders if Judai will ever bother to use the carrying platter for these kinds of larger orders, and grabs Yuma before he can be knocked over by Judai. Yusei also means to pull him back so both of them can quietly exit the building and maybe find something that makes sense, but Yuma is rooted to his spot, staring at the crocodile and its human companion.

"Hey Jim, here's your order." Judai lays a single dish in front of the man, and the rest in front of the crocodile. "Karen, if you break these plates I will have to charge you."

The crocodile, who instantly dove for the steaks with reckless abandon, appears chastised a bit by this, and takes a notably softer approach to gnawing at it's steak. It's still messy, but the tableware is in much less immediate danger.

"Good girl," The other man nods approvingly.

"Yusei," Yuma says. "The crocodile has table manners."

"So it does." Yusei says.