Yu-Gi-Oh {Book 1} : Lost Purpose {Kaiba X Oc}

Chapter 1: Morrison Farewell and Kaiba brothers

Author note: Yugioh does not belongs to me, but belongs to its brilliant creater "Kazuki Takahashi". The only thing that belongs to me is the plot and my OCs in this story.

TIME : 1:30 AM | DAY : SUNDAY

LOCATION : HOUSE OF LAW

The loud sirens shattered the sweet serenity of environment with its deafening sound, hot scorching fire was spread everywhere, devouring every single thing in its path - looking like a gigantic bonfire on House of Law. Around 100 Guards wandered around the school, following the orders of the madwoman - A woman who destroyed the meaning of Headmistress and formed into cruel and monstrous dictatorship - Solomon Hope.

"Solomon does not want those two to escape! Shoot their legs or kill them! If you have to, but make sure they don't retreat through the gates with the necklace!" One of the guards shouted in pure anger to his companions, his voice laced with disgust. He was sick and tired of this continuous Cat And Mouse game! A game of chase and capturing the traitors of House of Law...

The other guards proceed to roam around the forbidden school. They scattered like moths, struggling to capture a girl who is 18 years old and a man around late 30s. They both started the raging fire on the House of Law in order to distract Solomon and steal the powerful necklace from her - a necklace so enchanting that it made Solomon unstoppable being in the world. Enabling her more to carry out her monstrous, blood-thirsty action on the innocent students for her own entertainment and selfish gains.

"It doesn't seem like we can hide here for long kid, those bastards are gaining on us fast." Morrison breathlessly told his precious student. His breathed hard through his nostrils, his grey eyes clouded with exhaustion and cautiousness. Looking at the 4 guards sprinting around, heavily armed with guns in search for them. Morrison was 39 year old man with light blond hair and a moustache on his wounded face. Gushes and cuts were display on his cheeks and nose, caused by battling against few guards for self defense.

Morrison glared for a moment, not liking how things turned so chaotic, but then again he knew provoking and rebelling against Solomon's rules and regulations would have lead to this. A mass destruction and death sentence...Done only for a cause of righteous deeds.

"Then do you suppose we should go for plan B or stupidly go outside and turn ourselves over to Solomon, then face the consequences?" Marissa replied back to her elder teacher with irritation in her voice, her own breathing was heavy as if she has run 10 laps on a marathon. Blood tickled down like raindrops from deep cuts on her fragile cheeks. Her long slender legs were trembling in exhaustion, begging for a rest from such circumstances they were going through. Her jade black uniform was stained with dirt and smears of blood.

"I say we take them all down the old fashion way. I care no less for those smugbags. They are all puppets and watch dogs of Solomon in the end." Morrison chuckled dryly at Marissa's cold yet furious words filled with divine hatred. He turned his gazed towards her and pathetically raised an eyebrow at her famous hotheaded personality taking over her again. Marissa was a feisty yet hotheaded teenager with dark past. She possessed light sapphire eyes that resembled ice gems and had golden long hair like the sun rays. Her height was around 5"8ft with smooth hourglass body hidden within her aesthetic uniform.

"Now, that would a problem kid; killing them would make us no different than Solomon." he wisely told Marissa by pointing out the outcomes. He knew his student's hatred towards Solomon was bitter than any poison in the world, her anger was like a explosive dynamite, ready to form a huge crater with such ferocity of her hotheaded personality.

"Tsk! You always saying this, old man. When will accept the fact that those people were never innocent in the first place! They committed crimes at most high cases!" Marissa protested against Morrison, emphasizing her philosophy here that those guards were nothing but henchmen of that disgusting hag Solomon. She never considered them as normal and trustworthy people ever. Marissa grabbed the small stool angrily. Then she dragged it towards the wall and sat down. She took out her small pistol and reloaded it by putting sliver bullets in it. Her face covered with furious expression. Morrison watched her reloading her gun, her eyes told him she was thinking again deeply about her past, making Morrison sigh at this helplessly.