A/N: I feel like after all this time I should have more than sixty chapters. I'm lazy. What can I say?
Uh. I've finally started paying attention to season four. /shot.
So, some new characters. Yay. Bending canon a bit. How is this anything new?
(They should have a club. And there should be t-shirts.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!, its characters, or a motorcycle.
Marik was really freaking bored.
He had thought and re-thought his dueling strategy. He had wandered the shadows until his legs had given out. Then he had gotten back up and wandered some more.
He had sung "Ninety-Nine Duel Monsters Cards on the Wall."
Six-hundred times.
He was officially out of things to do.
Marik tapped his fingers against his knee and sighed, shuffling through his deck once again. Same cards. Same thing.
This sucked so hard.
And he had lost due to a damn default. His stupid, boring alter-ego and his delusions of grandeur. Saving the day was so over rated.
Then again, it also saved your ass from getting kicked into the Shadow Realm.
He could see the benefits.
"Son of a BITCH!"
Marik's head snapped up. Was that—?
"Oh, great! Of all the people I had to get stuck with after losing my bloody SOUL—"
"Shut up! I was here first!"
"Yeah, you LOST first!"
Marik grinned.
"Hello!" he called. "Who's there?"
The bickering voices stopped abruptly.
"… Did you learn how to throw your voice while you were gone or something?"
"Did you get more stupid? Of course I didn't. There's someone else in here."
"Oooh."
Marik peered into the darkness. Two figures were walking towards him, thoroughly engrossed in arguing with each other.
"Hi," Marik said.
The first person—a guy, Marik thought, but there was serious room for doubt—held up a hand for the guy next to him to shut up. He glared at Marik. "Who are you?"
"Oh, no one special. Just a guy who happens to be the embodiment of some kid's anger and rage. What about you?"
"Members of a motorcycle gang who lost their souls to an evil trading card."
"… Did you say motorcycle?"
"Yes?"
"I used to have motorcycle."
The newcomers looked at each other. Then the second kid turned back to Marik. "I like you. I'm Valon. This is loser is Alister."
Marik grinned. "Welcome to the club."
"What club?"
"The I-lost-my-soul-in-a-card-game-because-of-ancient-magic-that-makes-no-sense-club."
"… Do you have t-shirts?"
"We could?"
Valon grinned and held out his hand. "Nice to meet ya."
"Who else is here?" Alister asked, folding his arm and looking around. "It seems pretty empty."
"Well," Marik said, "there's usually another guy, but he's off planning world domination again. Or he's refurbishing his summer home. Something like that."
They stood awkwardly in silence for a minute. Then Valon said, "So. Uh. Anybody want to play a card game?"
Marik grinned.
This could work.