A/N : Hello! I'm pleased to say I've been struck by a new idea new Fan Fiction for Yu-Gi-Oh! I've always loved Joey Wheeler as a character and I don't think he really gets enough credit for been the big lovable tough guy he is! Although this one will be set after the end of the Yu-Gi-Oh Anime, it has a lot of links and influence from the Yu-Gi-Oh manga and series Zero. I loved Joey's massive tough guy thing when he and Tristan (AKA Honda) liked to sort things out with their fists, as well as games :-) May change the name of the story at a later date. Please enjoy! Xx
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Prologue
"So, you want to join us, huh?" The man said, lounging back on the beaten up sofa, which could easily fit up to three people on, but he sat alone, his arms stretched out along the back. His blue hair was pulled back and tied at the back of his head, the sides shaved short. He bore several gold earrings in one ear and wore gold chains around his neck, which fell over a tight jet black top which boastfully outlined his muscles. He surveyed the girl stood before him with heavy set eyes and an intimidating aura, a cigarette alight in his mouth. Despite that, the girl stood before him her chin stuck out determinately.
"I didn't take out your idiot thugs for nothing," She responded arrogantly, folding her arms. The man half smirked as he examined the girl. She looked like a runt, almost on the scrawny side, but it didn't help that she hid herself under a hugely oversized hoodie, the hood pulled up around a pretty little defiant face, red hair framing the hatred there. In brown determined eyes, the need to prove herself radiating from her piercing glare. The jeans and trainers she wore were tattered and worn.
"What makes you think we'd allow a girl to be a part of us?" He asked his eyes glinting with malice as he asked the question. The girls jaw tightened as anger flared up in her face. He saw her fists clench, poking out of the huge sleeves as she glanced around the run-down bar trying to maintain her temper.
"Why turn away the best damn fighter your gang could have?" She demanded turning her gaze back, fire flaring up in her eyes, backing her words. The man before her pulled the cigarette from his mouth and blew a hoop of smoke in her direction. She swiped the smoke away and remained where she was, standing before a man she had searched out ever since hearing about him when she'd moved to this pathetic place no less than four weeks ago, and now she'd found him. She wouldn't get turned away now, not because she was a girl. She'd prove herself to everyone, to the damn school, to her previous school, to her fucked up father. No one would ever cross her again.
The man stood up, picking up a bottle from the table before him as he did. He stood almost a foot taller than the girl. Cigarette still between his fingers, he took a swig from the bottle. Instantly, she recognised the foul smelling liquid as vodka. He lowered the bottle and held it out to her. Without hesitating, she took it and threw it back, gulping the strong liquid.
"What's your name, kid?" He asked as she lowered the bottle. He held out the cigarette to her and again she forced herself to take it and take a drag. She exhaled the smoke expertly and glared up into the man's intimidating face.
"Kara," She replied holding both items out. He took them with a smirk.
"I presume you know me?" He asked grinning, the cigarette back between his teeth.
"Naturally. You've made quite a name for yourself around Domino, Hirutani." Kara responded seriously. Hirutani chuckled.
"Even the police are scared of me," He sneered.
"Oniji," Hirutani barked and one of the two remaining thugs who was standing back, half hidden by the shadows of the grimy bar, moved forwards as Hirutani sat back down on the couch. Oniji handed over a brown envelope.
"Sit," Hirutani demanded, gesturing to a half broken wooden chair behind Kara. She grabbed it and sat down just before the table. Hirutani sat forwards and pulled two glossy photographs from the paper, placing them down on the surface of the grubby table and pushing them towards Kara.
"Let's see how good you really are," He smirked, lounging back.
"What do you want me to do?" Kara asked, already feeling the thrill of the challenge.
"I have a score to settle, and it'll start with you. If you're worthy of my time, you'll take something from both of them. I don't care what. Steal something from the Bastards and then you'll be in." He growled. Kara glanced over to the two cronies who seemed to shrink back from the noise of their boss echoing around.
"What'd they do?" She asked curiously as her eyes fell onto the two pictures.
"It doesn't concern you!" He spat rather viciously. Kara eyed him cautiously. He was fuming, hatred in his eyes threatening to eat away at him. She glanced back down at the two boys in the pictures. They looked like wimps and taking something from both of them wouldn't be a problem. In fact it was easy, too easy. She sat back and folded her arms.
"It won't be a problem," She promised, her tone almost daring anyone to try and question her.
"Good." He replied, stubbing out the end of his cigarette before taking another one out and lighting it. He took a drag and let the smoke curl slowly out of his mouth.
"You know where to find me when it's done." He continued, clearly dismissing her. Kara took one last glance at the pictures as she stood. One boy was small with childish eyes and strange star shaped hair, a golden chain around his neck. The second was taller and lankier, his hair golden with brown eyes. In both photo's, the subjects seemed to be unaware their picture was been taken. Kara smirked and turned away. They were both wearing Domino high uniforms and that meant she knew where to find them.