Warning: This story contains an abundance of cussing, courtesy of my MC. She's also very, very blunt (ie, she will not mince her words). There will also be violent altercations and some serious bloodshed in the future (though that is somewhat few and far between).

Characters also can and will be OC. I'm not super interested in following their personalities to the letter, but I will try to make them at least comparable to their canon selves.

Some advice when reading Claire's dialogue- her default tone is sarcastic/disinterested. Might help you grasp her character a little better.

"The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything." -Albert Einstein

Chapter 1:To Pee, or Not To Pee

Satellite was a wreck. A boring, dreary, polluted wreck. Claire could certainly understand why someone would want to leave.

Didn't mean they got to be an asshole while doing it.

"Yusei, I appreciate the offer… but I'm fine where I am. Your feud with Jack isn't really my business, beyond the fact that he's a big dick and everyone knows it."

Yusei blinked at her, surprised, but nodded. "If you're sure. Just thought I'd ask." Considering her background, he thought she'd be thrilled at the opportunity… then again, she'd had the chance to escape before, and nothing had come of that, either. Yusei turned to walk away, knowing that the conversation was pretty much over.

"Oi, nerd. Good luck."

Yusei's tiny, fond smile was hidden from Claire's view as he waved in acknowledgement, and departed. In two days, he'd make the break for the city, with the chip Rally had (stolen) acquired.

Meanwhile, Claire knew she would be relaxing in her dilapidated house.

It wasn't that she didn't want to leave Satellite, necessarily; no, it was more that she didn't care enough to go through all the effort it would take to reach Neo Domino. Dodging Security was just… so much work.

Claire shut her front door, yawning and collapsing on a bedraggled couch that also served as her bed. She usually preferred to sleep in, but someone had ruined that…

...she really did hope that he would succeed, though. Jack could use a good foot shoved up his ass, right along with the stick that was probably already there.

Claire snickered. As much as she'd like to see that happen, she had a nice little cozy wreck of a place to call home, and she supposed that Satellite had grown on her. Juuuuust a little. At least, enough that she lacked the proper motivation to sit her butt down on her motorcycle (the name "D-wheel" just seemed stupid to her), and drive off into a garbage chute that would hopefully stay open long enough for her to not get buried in trash.

Nah. Better to be lazy and un-buried.

With that thought in mind, Claire rolled off her couch and walked to the "kitchen". Her home was the bottom floor of what had likely been a two-story office building. In the disaster, the top floor had fallen to pieces, with rubble stacked along the sides of the building and the top, where the second story's floor formed an adequate (it only leaked sometimes) roof. The windows, long since shattered, were covered in plywood, and the back door was jammed shut. The front door worked, though sometimes the hinges stuck, which was one of the few excuses Claire had to see Yusei.

The first floor was of decent size- enough room for the couch, a table with chairs, a stove that Yusei had jury-rigged, a pantry box, and other bits and pieces. It probably wasn't much, but you live in a place for four years and you get used to the squalor…

It was only after breakfast, and a few choice cuss words at a spider that had invaded her home, that Claire walked outside to get some fresh air.

...Well. Fresh by comparison.

There were a few people outside. Most of them had the thug-life look, and were rooting through whatever piles of crap they hadn't already sifted through. A fairly common sight. Claire didn't pay much mind to them, instead weighing her options.

The most common dilemma she had this time of day was choosing where to do her business. There was a communal bathroom, but there were always a bunch of creepy guys hanging around, and she really didn't feel like taking her pants off so they could oggle her ass.

Her other option was finding a secluded alleyway or something and going there, but the last time she did that… well. Claire needed to keep some of her dignity.

She sighed. She'd go in the sound, except people bathed there, and it was kind of taboo to take a dump in there… for, obvious reasons. Man, if Claire had a dollar for every time she wished she just had a dick to pee with...

Damn. Creepy assholes it was.

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Hours later, as the sun was just beginning to set, Claire was still wandering around Satellite, bored out of her mind. Beyond searching for supplies and gang wars, there really wasn't much to do in Satellite. Albeit the first took up a good amount of time, and the latter was often inconvenient enough to take up some portion of the day… you really needed a hobby besides eating and dueling.

Claire used to have hobbies, except Satellite has an impressive lack of internet and computers and video games, or even books. So there goes that.

Many of Satellite's denizens worked in the recycling plant, but Claire didn't feel like doing the dirty work (literally) for a government body that didn't give a shit about its citizens. So instead she beat the shit out of assholes with big scary monsters and took their stuff.

Because, y'know. For some reason in Japan, and especially Neo Domino, a children's card game is the key to the universe. Whatever works, Claire supposed. It could be checkers.

Claire's lazily wandering eyes spotted a… card, just lying on the ground. That was… weird. Duel monster cards were worth their weight in gold and then some (especially in Satellite), and… someone just left it lying on the ground? She walked over, and noticed blood spots.

Oh. Wonderful. Somebody got stabbed over this, apparently. Claire sighed, picked it up, and turned it over.

"The Seal of Orichalcos… Grants 500 ATK to monsters on your side of the field regardless of type? Where the hell has this been all my life?" Claire blinked. Fuck, she could see why someone was stabbed over this baby.

Claire could help but smirk as she pocketed the card and walked back to her home. It seemed like today was a lucky day.

She couldn't wait to try it out tomorrow.

Somebody please tell Claire that she ought not pick up things that have obviously been the cause of bloodshed. Well, she probably wouldn't listen anyways. But it's just good advice.

A somewhat short chapter, but I'm more or less testing the waters with where and how I want this story to go. The next will more than likely be longer.

Thanks for reading, review if you can!