What Would You Do? YuseixOC

Chapter 2

EDIT 08.23.22: Changed Ryuuga to Pinoko's older brother instead of younger. Pic above is Pinoko before she lost her brother.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

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"Junk Warrior! Scrap Fist!"

I see now why Rally had so much faith in Yusei. He's a scrapper to the end, all the way down to the cards he carries. He stops near Ushio's smoking D-Wheel.

"I can't believe it. I lost to this garbage..." the guard grumbles.

"No matter what the card is, as long as it exists, it has the power to be useful. You don't have the right to call yourself a duelist when you dismiss cards by calling them garbage." With that, Yusei speeds off. My arms had come to circle his waist during the duel. I don't even know how fast we were going.

Security Guards are typically just assholes with uniforms on. They call us garbage and use whatever excuse they can rough us up. Sometimes it's deserved, many Satellite people really are just criminals who've skirted by so far.

Yusei pulls up on a stretch of highway and dismounts. He's looking out at Neo Domino City across the water. I follow his feet to the rail. I catch the end of a sentence.

Jack? I knew there was something deeper going on there. More than just a stolen bike and card. He was betrayed by Jack. I can sense it.

I lean on my elbows against the rail. "You're not garbage."

"Thanks, but you hardly know me."

"I'd like to. You all seem like good people, better than that Ushio guy. There's a lot of guys like him in Satellite. Better to stick to the known good, if you get me?"

He smiles.

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"Pinoko! Come on, let's go see the duel, it'll be fun!"

"Okay, but only one duel. Then we go home. You shouldn't be out so much. Your lungs-"

"Who cares about that? I want to see those rare cards! "

I shoot out of bed.

"Damn... Just a dream. Get out of your head, Pinoko. You have shit to do." I roll out of bed, tidying the sheets and moving to the table I set up as counter space. I had refurbished a percolator from the junk last week. It's nothing fancy, but coffee is coffee. I prepare the ground beans and water. The little money I recieved as pay can only stretch so far, though, and it tastes like dirt.

The most expensive thing I own is my computer. The desk it sits upon takes up a quarter of the living space, but it's better than being out on the street. Space is at a premium in Hot Spot.

That night, Yusei had driven me here and let me out with the promise to be in touch. If I ever needed them, I knew where to go. The tunnel system is sprawling, but easy enough to figure out when you were born and raised here. Rocky padded about the one room shed. I put his bowl down with breakfast for him. Just coffee can keep me going for longer than is entirely normal.

I like referring to the place as a "studio rental" in my head. I sat in front of the desktop computer. I had done a lot of work with this darling over the years. Scuffed as she may be, she never let me down. No overclocking on this baby!

I did about an hour's work on the code I planned before work. Seeing what I did just last night had awoken something in me. A D-Wheel without proper code is like a house with no door. It works, but it could be better.