I must say I've written a few dark things but this is one of my darkest stories to date. Joey's turned into a bad boy. A REALLY BAD BOY! Warning: this is not for the weak of heart. If you are and you still want to read than remember that you've been warned. But after you finish crying,'why would she do that to him?' could you review? Please. Oh yeah, constructive critism will be noted but flames will be trashed. Thanks!

Chapter 1: Welcome back Mai!

As Mai walked down the familiar blocks, she felt a chill run down her spine. Nine months ago she drove away from Domino City and vowed to never return. But here she was again. Walking down the same streets that she and that idiot Joey sometimes walked down.

Just thinking about him made her blood boil. She despised the very thought of him. The main reason for that being that she wished she could have forgiven him. Whenever she thought about him, the first thing she would see was him on his knees, crying. Begging for forgiveness. She wanted to forgive him, but she couldn't, and she left.

Now she was back, but she promised herself that it wouldn't be for long. As she walked, she looked at her watch. School should have been over by now. Mai wondered if she would see any of the gang while she was in the neighborhood. A car passed by with two blond hared kids inside. One was a girl the other was a boy with dark glasses, smoking something. She immediately turned to see if it was Joey but stopped herself. Most likely it wasn't, and even if it was, she shouldn't care anymore.

Mai continued to walk down the street when she saw two guys walking in her direction. She immediately recognized the point in the brown hair and the dice earrings. It was Tristan and Duke, still in their school uniforms.

Tristan and Duke stopped and gave a hard look at Mai to make sure they were seeing correctly. Mai stopped and waited for what their reactions would be. When she gave the smallest wave, they immediately ran up to her.

"Mai? Is it really you?" Tristan asked shocked.

"Who else would it be stupid?" Duke said matter of factly. "The real question is what are you doing here?"

"Don't get too excited, I'm just passing through." Mai assured them. Tristan's excitement seemed to fade away.

"Oh yeah well, I guess that makes sense." He stuck his hands in his pockets and looked away. For a moment no one spoke.

"So, where is everyone?" Mai tried to break the silence but it didn't work. Duke looked as though he was going to say something, but stopped. Tristan just shook his head. Something was wrong. "Is everyone okay?" She asked getting concerned. Still, the silence continued and even Duke was looking agitated. "Tristan, what happened?" Mai asked more concerned now.

"Why don't we take a walk." Duke said. "We'll explain on the way." Duke, Tristan and Mai walked in the opposite way she had been going.

"Is there something wrong with Joey or Yugi or…" Mai began.

"You could definitely say that." Tristan spoke at last.

"Tell me everything." She felt determined to know what was going on.

"Okay." Tristan began to tell her the story. "After you left Joey sort of went into a depression. He locked himself in his room, wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep, he just yelled at himself and cried."

"Oh God." Mai grabbed her head. She was feeling horrible. She had expected that he might react that way.

"Hold on it gets better." Duke said sarcastically.

"One day he finally left his room."

"Looked like crap." Duke added. Tristan looked at him menacingly and continued.

"Anyway, he finally left his room and we hoped that he would get better. But he didn't." Tristan paused as though what came next was hard for him to say. "He started to pick up on his old habits. Only this time they were a lot worse. We tried to stop him but he was distant. He just kept getting worse. He's gotten to an all time low."

Mai was getting very scared. "What is he doing?" Mai didn't know what to expect. She wasn't very familiar of the "old Joey's" habits.

Tristan was tearing but quickly brushed them away. "Well, he drinks for one, and he's doing a lot of drugs."

"I think he's on marijuana now." Duke interrupted again. "The few days he does come to school, he smells like he is. Not that he actually gets to stay. The teachers hate him. He comes in every few days just to show that he hasn't dropped out, but he doesn't even stay all day. He's about two steps away from getting the boot."

"He doesn't say very much but he's even more aggressive then before. He gets into a lot of fights."

"And he actually wins."

"It's like he can't even feel when he gets hit. And if someone gets on his nerves, he…"

Tristan stopped again.

"He what's?" Mai said horrified.

"He pulls out his switch blade." Duke answered.

"He doesn't know any better!"

"Tristan stop trying to defend this guy! The last time you tried to help him, he nearly slit your throat!" Duke looked annoyed.

Tristan continued to try to defend his old friend. "Well he doesn't! He's high all the time. He's a different person. He wears leather jackets and sunglasses, he pierced his ears, got a tattoo, he never smiles, he never talks to anyone—"

"He's good with the girls?" Mai asked remembering the blond boy in the car.

"Got that right." Duke said. "And he's reckless about that too. Not even you can deny it Tristan."

"What do you mean?" Mai asked growing more concerned by the second.

"He's had a few girlfriends and from what we heard, he doesn't use protection if they don't make him." Tristan looked down as he said this.

All three of them stopped walking. "Girlfriends? A few? Stop kidding Tristan. Half the girls at school could identify his dick in a line up!" Duke said before completely focusing his attention to Mai. "And speaking of his dick…"

"Don't. It's not important." Tristan warned. For the first time, Duke actually listened. "Come on, we're here." Mai looked around and realized where they were. The Turtle Game Shop. Tristan walked up to the entrance. He seemed to all ready have a key and opened the door. "Welcome back Mai."

This chapter was pretty mild but the next one is going to be kinda sad.