The important thing to know about Domino City is that, no matter how much you prepare, there will always be fuckery. We see plenty of examples of that in canon, but I think that's not especially unique. I don't know why, but I really feel like Domino City is one of those places where you just have to get used to seeing wild shit happening.

Even if it's (relatively) mundane, like a dude dressed all in black trying to attack your kid's boss, it's just Domino City, baby.

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"I grew up on farmland," Zelda said, glancing at Seto. "I've been around livestock my entire life. The sorts of animals with more strength and stubbornness than a brick wall." She turned her attention to her daughter. "I think that man would've preferred a kick from a horse."

Kisara, for her part, grinned. "I am full of surprises," she declared.

Mokuba was leading a discussion to distract the others while they talked. Rhett and Ray watched their little brothers mimicking the martial arts moves they'd just watched Seto and Kisara unleash on the strangers in black, both smiling despite the worry in their eyes. Mokuba turned to the two younger boys and started correcting their form; he knew better than most what his brother knew how to do.

"I'm certain that was a distraction," Seto said. "Nobody with the resources to have this good a mark on me would have been that stupid." He tapped a button on the inside collar of his coat. "Roland. Tighten orbit."

"Sir."

Zelda was wiping her hands on her jeans. "What do you think these people are after?" she asked.

"It's hard to tell," Seto said. "I've been dealing with this kind of nonsense for too many years. I know, I know, I'm young. This is what happens when one inherits a Kaiba's reputation. My predecessor trained me to deal with these sorts of . . . obstacles."

Zelda's face fell. She tsked. "I'm sorry," she said. "That can't have been easy."

Seto offered a brief nod and the faintest of smiles. "Thank you," he said. "It wasn't, but I find myself grateful regardless. The lessons I've learned, despite the teaching, allow me to ensure your safety as much as anyone can." He turned his eyes to the children; they were listening to him. "I cannot promise anything, but I can tell you that I'm confident." He turned, at last, to Kisara. "All right. Time for us to turn it up."

Kisara nodded firmly. "Agreed."

Mokuba approached his brother. "Niisama," he said, handing something over. "Look at this." Seto took his brother's offering, studied it; his face turned grim. "Do you think we should call Yugi? Maybe the Ishtars?"

"Hngh," Seto said, looking angry for the first time.

"What is it?" Kisara asked. Seto showed her, and she hissed in a breath. "Oh," she said. "That's concerning."

"What is it?" Zelda asked.

"What's the matter?" Henry put in.

"Nothing to worry overmuch about," Seto said. "Just an annoyance." He shook his head. "I could've sworn we were done with all this. All right, all right. Let's get moving. The park opens in half an hour. I'm going to hang back; I need to make a call. He pressed the button on his collar again, as Kisara ushered her family forward. "Roland," he said. "Code gold. Sauron's watching."

"Sir. This is what our extra precautions were meant for, yes?"

"Yes," Seto grumbled, "but that doesn't mean I like it."

"Shall I put in a call to our outside experts?"

Seto scowled. Then he said: "Call Ryo Bakura. See if he and Noa would like to join us at the park."