Author's note: Sorry this took a while, I haven't had time to type. I've barely had time to think. Anyway, here's a new chapter.

I dun own(s): Yu-Gi-Oh!

[Like I said, the streets aren't always nice to you, even if you are it's brother. But maybe this little insident was a good thing. It introduced me to two people I probably would have never met on my own.]

Joey just laid there, waiting for the end to come, he knew it would. He closed his eyes. This was it, this was how he would die. Then, a shadow loomed over him.

"Hey, you alright down there?" a voice asked.

Joey didn't respond.

"Dude, you okay?" it asked again.

Joey still didn't respond.

"Man, I don't know what happened to you, but I do know that your injuries are pretty severe, so," the person picked Joey up, "I'm going to give you a hand."

They walked along in silence for a long time, until Joey could find the words to speak.

"Who are you?" Joey asked.

"The name's Tristan, what's yours?" the person replied.

"Joey," Joey answered.

They walked in more silence.

"Why are you helping me?" Joey asked.

"Why not? Why ask why?" Tristan grinned.

Joey gave him a strange look.

"I'm not one of those that beat up people and leave them there," Tristan stated. "It's true, I do beat up people, but then I always help them."

"So, why are you helping me?" Joey asked.

"Why? Because I saw how you protected that little boy," Tristan said.

Tristan and Joey kept talking about different things until they got to the hospital. When they told Tristan Joey was going to be okay, and that they were only going to keep him overnight for observation, that's when Tristan left.

The next day, when Joey was released, he found his skateboard and headed to the park.

"Hey, Joemister, where've you been?" one of the regulars greeted Joey with a slap on the back.

"Fight yesterday," Joey growled.

"Hey Joey, since you've just returned to your domain, why don't you go first today, huh?" another, slender skateboarder grinned.

"Itching to see what the Joeinator has for you eh?" Joey teased. "Well alright then."

Joey got to the top of the ramp and pushed off. He felt the fimilar rush through his hair and body. He enjoyed the temporary weightlessness as the board flung him into the air at incredible speed. Then it flung him back down after obeying Joey's commands of the tricks. Joey hit the ground and went to the other side only to be flung into the air again. Joey went on like this for a while until he hit the ground wrong and was sent trumbling off the board. But that's okay, he had done lots of tricks before hand, and at least he landed with grace.

Joey walked off the ramp and was greeted by a familiar voice.

"Hey Joey, great run," it said.

Joey spun around and was greeted by a grinning face.

"Tristan?" Joey asked astonished. "That was your name, right?"

"Yup, sure was," Tristan replied.

"I didn't think you were a skateboard person," Joey stated.

"I'm not, I just wanted to see how you were doing and I know you hang here; I pass by this place everyday on my way home," Tristan shrugged.

"I'm doing much better, thanks to you," Joey offered his hand to Tristan. "Wanna be pals, it seems you and I have something in common. We're both street kids."

"Yeah, I guess we are," Tristan shook Joey's hand.

Tristan stayed there the rest of the afternoon. He watched Joey skateboard. Joey even got Tristan to try a couple of times. Tristan wasn't very good, but it was his first time. Joey said he actually did very well for his first time. They walked home, and found out they lived near each other. But they finally parted, and Joey left his new friend in high spirits.