A/N: Okay, new story. I'm going to warn readers now that this story will take a while to complete, seeing as I just have the basic outline for this story and will be making most of it up as I go along. I want to thank anyone in advance who sticks with me throughout this story. Also, I know that I had posted this story before, but it wasn't how I wanted it, so I wanna especially thank the previous reviewers for their encouragement. Thanks to: Cashingles, CircusGirl (sorry I can't role play to save my life), The Shadowfox Mistress, dragonlady222, and AngelKelley17!

Summary: Joey Wheeler escaped from a secret organization in the USA to Domino, Japan and resumed a life as Katsuya Jounouchi, but is still being pursued. What will Seto Kaiba do once he is asked to take down his long time crush and rival? S/J, maybe Anzu/Yugi

Disclaimer: Yu-gi-oh not mine. Yu-gi-oh manga and DVD's mine

More than a Weapon

By: Setsuna-X

Preface- Escape

-Unknown Location, USA-

"Don't let him get away!" yelled a man over the deafening sirens. The whole facility was basked in the ethereal lights of warning reds and yellows. The sirens blasted through the intercoms and yells echoed through every hallway. Orders could be heard through each officer's radios.

A blur of gold and white zoomed through the main hallway toward the closing alloyed doors. Four fully trained officials were guarding said hallway with devastating weapons, but once the blur of gold passed them each guard fell to their knees clutching their chests in an attempt to lose the least amount of blood possible that was now gushing through their fatal wounds.

The sounds of bullets and lasers reigned through the night as a 15 year old boy, wearing nothing but a hospital gown, now torn and smudged black with soot, practically flew over the iron gates.

Joey Wheeler ran through the dark thickets that surrounded the facilities that towered over the branches of the tallest trees. Their branches striking his flushed face and sweat-sheeted skin. His sun-kissed hair was shadowed by dirt, smoke and gun powder that was all around him back at the white and cleverly hidden facility, one who's name he never knew but vowed to figure out and get his revenge on, even if it took him his whole life.

Joey kept on running through the dark forest trying to reach anywhere but where he came from. As his breath became short after running for two hours straight he decided that it was finally time for him to take a rest. His lungs burned as he took large gulps of air and his side stung with a stitch he developed from running so long. He vaguely noticed that no other human being would be able to run that distance he had and still have enough energy that they hadn't passed out right away. He leaned his arm on a nearby tree and clutched his heart in hopes of decreasing the pounding in his chest and the feel of blood gushing back into his brain. It was so loud that he was sure the people that were tracking him would hear it.

The sounds of sirens and gun shots were slowly drown out by the shrill of the wind or maybe it was just his imagination. Finally unable to stand anymore Joey decided that if he did not rest now they would surely catch him when he was good and tired. He wouldn't put it past him to install a tracking device of sorts. He slid his lithe but athletic body down to the hard earth beneath, the soil and grass were damp from the rain from yesterday.

The rush of adrenaline slowly left his system as his breath regulated. He began to let his guard down slightly, allowing his stiff shoulders to sag and release all the nerves he had been holding. He still couldn't imagine that he was able to get away. If he knew that it would have been this easy then he would have implemented the whole thing earlier, before his sister had died. Joey stopped that train of thought when a twitch in his heart began forming and his eyes began to sting with the feel of his tears being held in. His past would hopefully remain in the past but he knew that he'd have to constantly be looking over his shoulder and sleeping with one eye open.

Besides, he swore revenge against those bastards. A part of him told him to let it go and actually live his life, now that he had gained his freedom, but somewhere deep in his mind the thirst of revenge thrived and urged him to harbor those ill and hateful feelings and slowly nurture them into fruition and when the time was right, then release all his anger, his pain and his hatred on those that had wronged him the most. With those thoughts he scrambled several leaves from bushes and on the floor into a make-shift pillow and laid down with the thought of going far away as possible, plan his revenge and implement it when the time was right.