Author's Note: First off, this is only a fanfiction. The world, characters and cards do not belong to me. Secondly, this is my very first fanfiction, so I hope the format is all ok. Reviews are very welcome and I hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 1
Rain pattered on the cool cement as Yusei headed home. The set of Duel Runner handlebars that he had gone to pick up were wrapped in oiled cloth to protect it from rusting and Yusei kept his walk as brisk as possible. It was already much later than Yusei had intended to be returning. Jack and Crow would probably already be asleep.
Yusei sighed as he realised that that meant that he would also have to postpone the installation of the handlebars onto Jack's Duel Runner to tomorrow as well. He could already see Jack's face, red with anger, when he woke up to find that it would be another day before he could use his Duel Runner again. Yusei snickered at the image of Jack storming into his room at some ungodly hour demanding he fix the bike before he got his sleeping quota. Yusei was so engrossed in his imagination that he didn't notice the shadow that slinked behind him until it was too late.
A rough hand wrapped around Yusei's mouth, scented cloth the only separator, and Yusei struggled not to breathe in. An even rougher fist slammed into Yusei's stomach and Yusei found himself breathing in before he could resist. Sweet smells had the duellist's head spin but he managed to free himself from his captor with a violent shudder.
The world twisted beneath his feet as he stumbled away. Even as he ran, Yusei thought that it was strange that the shadow did not give chase. Only a few feet from his assailant, Yusei's stomach rebelled and he found himself looking at the basic contents of his dinner. Mouth now drier than he could ever remember it being, Yusei managed a few more steps before cold cement met his knees. Behind him, he could hear the collected footsteps of the shadow.
Yusei opened his mouth the demand to know what the person wanted from him but the vocal exercise was too much for his throat to process. Mortified by his silence, Yusei's desperation only rose as he felt his body go limp. An arm stopped his head before it hit the cement and Yusei felt the uncanny feeling of weightlessness as he was lifted like a child.
Shadows concealed the figure's face and Yusei struggled to stay awake long enough to see the hidden features. The duellist felt the unmistakable pang of failure as his eyes slid shut and second's later, he knew no more.