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Hmmm.I'm not getting enough time, so i don't think i can do a fan fic. I'll come back to it later...

 

If anyone is interested in reading or commenting before it becomes locked, please don't hesitate to do so.

 

Note: in the prologue, I have not revealed anything such as names or appearances. (that's just how I write)

In episode 1, names, deck types and character appearances will be further expanded on.

 

[spoiler=[b]Prologue[/b]]

The night was bright, as always perhaps. It occurred to him slowly but surely, that the rumors about Neo Domino City were true. Neo Domino City never slept. His eyes shifted up to the colossal Kaiba Corporation building, and shifted back down to the noisy, busy street.

 

"Food." he said meekly, as he parked his emerald Green D-Wheel outside a small bar.

 

He entered the bar, ordered his meal, and took a seat. As he ordered, the bar attendant gave him a rather sickening, grim smile. A large, outsized man in a black, leather coat approached him, and sat opposite

him.

 

"That's a nice D-Wheel ya got there, kid." the man spoke in a gruff, intimidating voice, but the duelist ignored him, continuing on with his meal.

 

"I was talkin' to ya, kid!"

 

The duelist's head lifted up from his meal, until his eyes were level with the man opposite him.

 

"Do ya know where ya are, kid?! Hows' about ya look around the place, huh?"

 

The duelist scanned the bar, noticing that every man inside had on a leather coat with the same emblem embedded onto them, an Ace of Hearts playing card recolored black. Every man in the bar was watching him, with the same sinister smiles on their faces.

 

"You must be new in town, 'cause everyone knows that this is the exclusive Club House for the Ink Heart Dueling Squad!"

 

The duelist did not look the slightest bit alarmed, and he continued with his meal. The man in the leather coat stood up, passed by the duelist, and knocked his meal to the floor. The duelist rose to his feet, the same calmness influencing his facial expression. He faced the man in the leather coat.

 

"It's disrespect..." the duelist began, "To disturb a man while he is eating." The duelist's straight, black hair fell over his dark brown eyes.

 

The leather coated man began to laugh.

 

"Did ya here that boys! We've disrespected the poor baby!"

 

The whole bar burst into laughter, but the duelist's calm expression did not falter. The duelist's hand shot out, pummeling the man in the gut. The man fell to the ground, squealing in agonizing pain.

 

In an instant, the shocked attendants of the bar rose into an infuriated uproar. Men surrounded the duelist from all angles, vicious looks on their faces.

 

"Let's tear this punk to bits..." "We'll hang you by the skin of your back..."

 

The men advanced, closer and closer, until they were mere centimeters away from their strangely calm victim.

 

"Halt!" Called a deep, commanding voice.

 

A large man, almost twice the size of the duelist, emerged from the angry crowd. Stubble covered his tanned skin, and his heavily scarred face. It was a strangely shaped man. His build consisted of much muscle, but an even larger ratio of fat.

 

The duelist smiled, as though he was expecting the assault to be halted.

 

The massive man began to speak.

 

"They call me Wrench, and I am the Squad Leader of Ink Heart. You got spunk kid, standin' up against 14 men almost twice your age, and size for that matter. But what I want to know is, what you have, is it courage, or stupidity?"

 

The duelist reached into his pocket and withdrew a Deck of cards.

 

"Why don't you find that out for yourself?" the duelist smiled.

 

 

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