Hello fanfiction! I may not have written anything in a while, but I'm back again, hopefully for a while. This is my first foray into the universe of 5D's, but I already have one fan, so I'm hoping that it will attract more fans. Just a note, this fic takes place one month after the Yiliaster saga, so as to not interfere with anything other than a season three. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh 5D's or any canon characters. All I own is my villain and situation.
While Satellite had been practically rebuilt after the completion of the Daedalus Bridge, one area that had been untouched was the B.A.D., and anything in the direct vicinity, such as the ramshackle hut that sat practically on the edge of the crater. It went unnoticed by most, and those who did notice it moved away quickly, knowing instinctively the danger it possessed. The only person who didn't shy away from it was the sole inhabitant, who at that moment was sitting on the floor, staring at a chalk condor scribbled onto the rotting wood.
"O powerful gods of the underworld, hear my call!" the man intoned, constantly moving his hands like conducting a symphony orchestra. Sweat beaded on his pale forehead before being lost in his thick eyebrows, set above wide black eyes. "The servants of the dragon defeated you once, but you were not killed!" he proclaimed, licking his thin lips with anticipation. "Now, at the place where your servants rest, I summon thee!" he finished, raising his arms with an air of strength. A tense moment passed, with the man gazing intensely at the condor drawing, before it started to pulse a dark purple.
"Yes!" he shouted as the drawing began to pulse faster and faster, until a clay heart appeared in a purple flash, floating in midair above the drawing.
"Mortal, why do you call upon us?" the heart asked, a ghastly voice emanating from the center.
"It is simple, Wiraqocha," the man said, smirking. "I want power, and not just from you. You come here as a representative of all seven of you, and so I want all of your power. With the strength of all of the Earthbound Immortals, I will be perfectly able to gather the souls necessary to bring you to this plane again, and in your true forms. However, for that I need not only your power, but control over all of your servants."
A few moments passed before the heart sighed. "Very well. I shall construct you a deck-" it began before being cut off by the man slamming his hand down.
"NO!" he shouted, his face turning bright red with rage. "I want power. Not a duel disk, not some sissy card games bullshit, but power. The reason your idiot Dark Signers lost was because they used cards instead of blowing up the Signers like any sane man would do. You don't attempt to challenge the Signers at their own game unless you want to lose. So give me your power, your servants and your word, or I will be perfectly happy to let you and the others rot for an eternity," he finished, glaring at the heart.
"…Finally," the heart whispered. "Finally a man asks us for power the right way. Alright then," it said, a crack forming in it shaped like a grin. "I and my brothers shall grant you this power. But we must know your name for the bond to be struck," it continued.
The man let out a smirk as he stood up, towering over the heart. "Just call me Shisebun."