Hello, everyone. I decided to write an original Yu-gi-oh fanfic. This is my first fic, so it won't be literary gold. But I'm sure you will enjoy it. The majority of the characters are mine, but there will be some appearances by the show's characters. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Yu-gi-oh or the characters therein.

Chapter 1: Introduction to Trouble

Jason sat in class nodding off as usual. He wanted to stay awake, but the teacher was so boring. So he propped up his math book and dozed off.

"So the function of x is equal to two x squared plus four x minus seven divided by- Mister Garnet, are you paying attention?"

Jason sat up quickly, not realizing that there was still drool on his mouth.

"Yes, Mister Jackson," he replied, wiping away some of the drool.

"Then perhaps you can tell me the answer."

Some of the kids snickered as Jason scratched his head and desperately tried to look like he was really thinking.

"Uh...three?" he said densely

"Uh...no," Mister Jackson said mockingly.

The class burst into laughter as Jason sank into his seat. Mister Jackson spoke up.

"This is not funny. It's pathetic. Mister Garnet, are you aware that your grades are the absolute worst in this class?"

Jason sat up and crossed his arms.

"No. Are you aware of the fact that you look like a clown on crack?" Jason retorted pointing at Mister Jackson's gaudy suit.

The class erupted into laughter as Mister Jackson turned a deep red.

"That's it! See me after class, Mister Garnet. Maybe there you will learn that drugs are not funny, nor are they accepted."

"It's a shame you didn't learn that," Jason muttered under his breath.

"Watch yourself young man. You might end up as a bum on the streets," Mister Jackson said.

Jason sat back and went back to sleep.
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"Is everything ready?" Superior asked.

"Yes, sir. Everything is going according to plans. Soon we will possess the fourth card, and we will be rich beyond our wildest dreams," another male said.

"Excellent. So when do we get the message out?" Superior asked

"The invitations should have gone out by now, your excellency," a female voice said.

"Then the wheels are set in motion. That fool Pegasus didn't even realize that he was sitting on a gold mine. He hid the card away, deep in the earth, never to be found. But it was. And soon it will be ours, and we will be obscenely rich and powerful!"
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Jason walked down the long hall of the empty school. He glanced at the clock in one of the classrooms. It read 4:30.

"Stupid math teacher. When am I ever going to use that crap in real life any way?!" Jason yelled.

He slammed his fist into a locker and looked down at the floor.

"I hate when people waste my time, especially with incredibly hard math problems."

Jason calmed down. He realized that there was no point in getting angry since he had nowhere better to be anyway. His mom didn't care about him coming home late, mostly because she would be drunk and passed out at the local bar by this time anyway. Jason pressed his back to a locker, sank down and rifled through his pockets until he found what he was looking for.

"Here we are. It's not that strong, but it will do for now."

He held a deck of Duel Monsters cards in his hands. It was in pretty good condition considering that he stole most of the rare cards in it. Jason looked around, then, slipped the deck back in his pocket and began walking towards the exit. A sharp whistle caught his attention. He turned around to see Mr. Jackson standing with his notebook in his hand.

"You need to be more careful with your things, young man," he said as he walked over to Jason.

"Whatever, old man."

Jason took the book from Mr. Jackson and continued walking out the door.

"That boy needs to learn some serious discipline. He never used to be this bad, so maybe there's a way to turn him back," Mr. Jackson said to himself.
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Jason walked down the street thinking about what the teachers said to him over the years, but quickly dismissed it.

"Who do these people think they are?! Even my own mother knows that she doesn't run my life, though she to learn it the hard way."

Jason stopped himself and thought for a second. He became frustrated and kicked a can down the street.

'Why do I feel this way? I keep feeling guilty, but I don't know why. She brought this on herself. They brought this on themselves...he brought this on us,' Jason thought.

It had been five years since his dad left. Things only got worse from there. Jason thought about his mother and how she fell into drugs and prostitution, but he quickly dispelled those thoughts. He looked at his watch and grumbled.

"Only four forty-five. Mom should be home by...oh never mind."

Jason continued until he got to his front door. He inserted the key and turned it. It didn't turn at first, so he forced it until it broke. Jason stared at the broken key, then, uttered many four-lettered words that were unfit for Christian ears. He stopped his rampage and walked over to the window. Jason wrapped his sleeve around his fist and punched through the glass. He had done it so many times that the neighbors didn't seem to notice or care. Jason climbed through the window and into the house.

"Just great. This place is still a disaster area."

There were clothes strewn about the floor, and dust was everywhere. Roaches and mice crawled over the garbage, not caring about their living condition. Jason dropped his backpack and walked into the kitchen, which was in no better condition. There were dirty pots and pans everywhere, and even more mice.

"Well, at least there's something to eat around here," Jason said optimistically.

He opened the refrigerator, only to find a box of baking soda, a carton of milk, and a fuzzy gray orange. He got a glass and pulled out the milk. Jason tried to pour the milk, but found it to be of a consistency resembling cottage cheese.

"Just great. Now, I have to starve half to death."

Jason went to wash the glass out, but when he turned on the water, nothing came out of the faucet.

"That's it! First, I get detention. Then, my key breaks. Next, I have to starve, and now this. What, just what else could happen?!"

Almost as if God himself were answering Jason's question all the lights and working electronics in the house went off. Jason uttered more four-lettered words from the devil's thesaurus, before giving up and making his way to the living room.

"At least I can get some sleep around here."

He climbed up the stairs and made his way to his room. Jason opened the door, crawled in the bed, and slowly drifted off to sleep next to a gargantuan pile of dirty clothes.
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The next day, the alarm rang. Jason woke up and looked at the clock for a second, then, hit the snooze button. After a few seconds he decided to get out of bed. Jason took off his old clothes and put on a black shirt and some jeans that he found on the floor, then, went downstairs and found his mother passed out on the floor in front of the door.

"That figures. You're never home, and when you are home, you're passed out."

Jason went to help her get up. Upon touching her he noticed as usual that his mother was saturated in the stench of cheap liquor, cigar smoke, and God only knows what else. He rolled her over, causing her stringy red hair to fall over her face, which was covered in bruises and a pasty, white substance.

"Oh no. Don't tell me you were out whoring yourself again," Jason muttered angrily.

Jason prodded her with his foot, causing her to stir and open her eyes slightly and mumble incoherently.

"Good. Now that you are awake I can tell you that you are the worst mother in the history of parenting!" Jason yelled.

His mother mumbled some more, then, closed her eyes.

"Just great. Now, I'm a babysitter."

Jason went to pick up his mom when the mail caught his eye. He picked up the letters. Mostly bills with 'past due' stamped in big red letters, and death threats. One letter grabbed Jason's attention.

"Hello, there. What's this?" he said.

The envelope was decorated with all kinds of hieroglyphics and symbols. Jason's name was embossed in gold in the center. He opened the envelope and pulled out a letter. It read:

'Dear Jason,

Your presence is requested at the Duel Monsters Worldwide Tournament, being held on Saturday, May 19th. You were invited because of your excellent ranking in the regional tourney a few months back.'

Jason recalled the previous tournament. There was nothing to get excited about. It was just the same losers running the same decks, so of course he placed first. He continued reading.

'Inside this package, you will find two cards. One is a complimentary promo card; the other is your entry card. Take these cards down to the pier on Swanson Ave. There you will receive further instructions. Good luck.

Signed,
Anonymous'

Jason looked inside the envelope and pulled out the two cards. The promo card was a Spear Dragon (1900/0). The entry card was just a blank card with a metallic back.

"So these people want me in their worldwide tournament, huh? Sounds like fun. I just need to prepare my deck."

A groan from the floor made Jason remember his inebriated mother. He slapped her across the face to wake her up. She sprang up.

"Silky Joe?" she asked in a low tone.

"No. I'm not your pimp. I'm your son!" Jason yelled.

"Oh. Hi, honey. Did you have a nice..." Jason's mom passed out again.

He picked her up and carried her up the stairs, making sure to avoid the trash and clothes strewn about.

"Good thing I have all this muscle, and my mom being so thin from all the drugs and not eating," Jason said.

He continued up until he reached her room. Needles, bongs, cigarette butts, and empty beer cans littered the floor. Jason dropped his mother brusquely on the sheet-less mattress, and went back downstairs to prepare for school.
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The bell rang, announcing the start of second period. The kids continued to talk and walk around, until the teacher banged on the desk.

"Children! We've been here for eight months now, and you still don't know how to act! When that bell rings, you get in those seats and you get ready to learn!"

"You know, screaming causes stress, which shortens your life span, Jessica," Jason said from the doorway.

"Mr. Garnet, you are late. And that's Ms. Jaymes to you!"

Jason walked to his seat, sat down, and slumped in his chair with his feet on the empty desk in front of him. Ms. Jaymes spoke up.

"Today you're going to get into groups and give me a full page report on the Supreme Court case of Roe vs. Wade. And if I hear so much as one sound from any of you that has nothing to do with this assignment, God help your souls."

"'God help your souls'." Jason muttered mockingly as the students moved into their groups.

"Hello, Jason. It looks like we'll be working together on this one," came a female voice.

Jason turned around to see Mia, his worst enemy, or so he considers her to be.

"Not you. You know that I can't stand you," Jason said as she took a seat in front of him, and relieved him of his footrest.

"I can't stand you either, but I take care of you, anyway," Mia said as she brushed a blond braid from her face. "So where are your books?"

"I left them at your mother's house," Jason spat venomously.

"You know you don't have to say things like that. They make you look like a fool."

"It's better to look like a fool, than to look like a cross-eyed freak with buckteeth. And, by the way, blond isn't your color. You looked better with black hair."

Mia gave Jason a dangerous look. "Keep pushing me, jackass. You'll be going to the prom alone."

"I'm not going to the prom anyway. I'm a senior now, and I'm beyond these little social events," Jason said.

"Whatever," Mia replied with a roll of her eyes.
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"Watch that crate!" the foreman yelled out.

The worker in the crane nodded and continued to load the crates onto the boat. A shadowy figure stepped out from behind the boxes.

"Is everything going according to plans?" the female asked.

"Yes, mistress," the foreman said as he got down on one knee.

"Excellent. Lord Superior will be most pleased to hear this. Keep working. Soon we shall have the fourth card, and then the world shall see."

The figure disappeared back into the shadows, leaving the foreman to his work.
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Jason balanced a pencil on his nose as Mia worked diligently on the project.

"I'm sick and tired of having to do all the work," she said.

"Then don't. That's what I do," Jason responded.

"I swear, you are a real failure," Mia said.

"I'd rather be a failure than an accident, you waste of sperm," Jason muttered

Mia's face became extremely grim.

"Don't you dare bring that up," she warned sternly.

"What? That you're ugly, or that you have buckteeth. Or could it be that other, secret thing?"

Jason's tirade began to upset Mia. Her dour expression twisted into a scowl.

"Don't even think about saying it."

"Oh, now I remember. It's the fact that your mom said you were a waste of God's talent, and a result of too many tequilas, the backseat of a Chevy, and a broken condom."

Mia lost all sense of the word restraint as she screamed as loud as she could.

"STOP BEING SUCH A PAIN IN THE ASS JUST BECAUSE OF YOUR PARENTS!!"

Jason's fun stopped as well. He yelled back.

"HOW DARE YOU MENTION THEM?!! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO BRING THAT UP!!!"

"YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO BRING UP MY MOTHER!!"

Their screaming continued for a minute, completely drowning out the teacher's commands to stop. The two finally stopped screaming. Mia spoke up hoarsely.

"I wish you weren't such a jackass."

"And I wish that you weren't such a bitch sometimes!"

Mia's face froze in a look of pure horror. The entire class, even the teacher, was dead silent. Jason sat back in his seat, completely unconcerned by his comment as the bell rang.

"You...I can't believe...I," Mia sputtered.

Her face suddenly twisted into a look of pure, unfettered rage. Her brown eyes began to fill with tears, however, and in a second she ran from the room into the crowded hallway. Ms. Jaymes spoke up.

"Jason! That kind of language warrants immediate disciplinary action!" she said.

"Shut your mouth, you fat cow." Jason spat venomously.

He walked out of the room and into the hallway, where someone bumped into him.

"Hey, watch where you are going!" the kid said.

Jason turned around, grabbed the boy by his shoulder, and threw him into a locker, where he started to pummel his face. The students in the hall all started shouting as Jason beat the kid.

"I bet you wanna watch where you're going now, don't you!" Jason yelled.

The boy slumped to the floor where Jason jumped on him and continued wailing on his face. With each blow, the boy's eyes became more and more purple and swollen.

"Stop them!" a girl yelled.

"Hit him harder!" a boy shouted

These noises didn't affect Jason at all. He just continued to beat the unknown student until his face was an unrecognizable, mutilated crimson mess. Blood was everywhere, but Jason continued to hit him.

"What's going on out here!" the principal yelled.

He pulled Jason off the other kid. Jason whirled around and cracked the principal straight across the face. He fell to the floor, blood staining his white dress shirt. Jason went back to work on the kid. He began banging the boy's head on the floor until more blood leaked from him. The students cringed at Jason's brutality. He had been in many fights before, but none were this bad. He finally got up off the kid and looked around.

"What the hell are y'all looking at?! Anyone of you want some of this?!"

The students stepped back as Jason walked towards the exit. He stopped in front of a small boy holding his books. Jason looked at him, then, knocked the books out his hand. The boy bent over to pick up his books, and met with a sharp kick from Jason's boot. He fell back, grabbing his nose and crying. A group of students walked over to him and checked to see if he was all right. Jason growled and walked down the steps towards the exit.
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Jason walked down the street rapidly. He left behind all kinds of chaos and disruption, but didn't even care.

'That little bastard should have watched himself. I don't play those kinds of games. And the other kid was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,' Jason thought.

Jason got to his house and climbed back through the hole in the window. He went upstairs, entered his room, and slammed the door. Jason thought for a second, but then, became enraged, and punched a hole in the wall.

"One of these days, I'll show them who's running things around here. I'll make it big, and then they'll see."
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Well that's the first chapter. I'll have the next one up soon.