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Echo's of punches came from the alley way. The city was already dark so there were no pedestrians around to witness the fight taking place.

A teenage boy with wild red hair, wearing a green wife beater and blue jeans, punched his opponent square in the jaw, a cracking sound was heard as he fell to the ground.

The boy wiped his mouth, putting up his fists, "Come on! What's the matter mate? You're not tapping out now, are ya?" he taunted the man on the ground, who was holding his jaw in agony, "You told me you wanted to 'teach me a lesson' didn't ya? tell ya what, when we're done here, I can treat ya to fish and chips....oh wait, I think your jaw is broken. Guess you'll have to have liquids for a while, chum."

"G-go fuck ya self, you little shit!" the man muttered.

The boy grinned, "Oh good, it seems your jaw still works!" then his expression turned dark as he pulled the man up by the collar of his shirt, "So now you'll listen to me when I tell ya this....."

He leaned by his ear, "If I catch you looking at those kids again, offering them candy and taking them behind somewhere, I'll not break your mouth for real, but I will break every bone in ya body ya perv, got it!?"

The boy shoves the man to the ground, massaging his own shoulder until he noticed his face was wet. He looked in the broken glass on the ground that he got a cut on his head and was now bleeding, along with a bruise on his cheek, but he was still doing a lot better than the man he beaten for following little kids in the playground.

He decided to head home to treat his wounds.



He was walking to a run down neighborhood, with sounds of dogs howling and babies crying. A few people were outside either smoking or drinking, the boy looked around in disgust, he hated this place and the people in it. they were either alcoholics, drug users or they were bringing prostitutes to the alley ways to do their business.

He cringed when he was hearing them, and hurried away as fast as he could until he reached the torn house that was his home.

He opened the door, only to be greeted by a beer bottle being thrown at him, luckily it only smashed at the wall beside him. He was unfazed by this and just looked annoyed as he looked at the middle aged man on the chair in the kitchen, glaring at him with a drunken expression.

"D-Daniel!" the man shouted as he slurred, "Where the, (hic) fuck where ya! I didn't have dinner yet!"

The boy, Daniel, eyes hardened, "Do I look like a fucking butler to ya!?" he snapped at him, "You can serve yourself!"

The man glared as he opened another bottle of beer, "You got some nerve talking to your father like that!"

Daniel placed his finger on his lips, pretending to wonder, "Oh really? gee I wonder where I learnt that from? Oh yeah! 'Ya got two fuckin' feet and hands, use them you lazy little puke!' do those words ring any bells? I heard that when I was seven." he said with an icy tone.

The older man was seething, "Watch it, ya punk! As (hic) long as you live under my roof I require respect! You're lucky I (hic) didn't kick ya out when you got expelled from beating that teacher near death and almost gettin' sent to juvie! Ya be on the streets if it weren't for me!"

"Don't flatter ya self, you kept me around because you need me to pay the bills from me fixing people's cars and bikes in my spare time." Daniel hissed as he walked by the old man.

"Ya mean the freelancing mechanic bullshit job!? (hic) what good will that be if you can't get a degree in it!? You getting kicked out of school has ruined any chance you have at getting a real job!" The man spat, "You made yourself into a nobody, just a punk who's only ever good at fixing things, but like everyone in this neighborhood, everyone will only see you as a trouble (hic) maker who no one cares about! That's why your mom left ya all those years ago!"

That sentence made Daniel freeze, while giving his dad a death glare. He went over to him and towered over the older man, causing him to be stunned.

"I saw you beat the hell outta my mum throughout my childhood, and she hid it by wearing makeup and telling people she was okay, even when she cried herself to sleep at night while you were passed out from your booze! I don't think her leaving is on me, and I just got into a fight with a bloke who I almost broke his jaw, I might be beaten up a bit, but I still have some fight left in me tonight...." The young mans voice was icy.

His father was shocked, then gritted his teeth, "Are you threatening to attack me!?"

"You had no problems beating me as a kid, I learnt a thing or two from ya. I may be a punk who got kicked out of school, but you're the reason I'm like this. You're already getting old and I'm now in my prime, so you better be careful of what you say to me." Daniel hissed.

"...You little-"

"Don't you ever speak of mum again! I don't know why she left me with ya, but her leaving is your fault. And I practically own this shitty house because I'm the only one with a job while you sit on ya lazy arse, so I can have you thrown into the streets if I see fit!"

The older man sneered, "Please, you're only seventeen! You can't kick me out!"

Daniel continued, "I That may be, but next year I'll be eighteen and a legal adult, so that means when that day comes I'll have the power to have you thrown out of here into the streets. You need me here to keep you afloat, the only reason I'm here is because the economy is shit right now. I don't have to respect you because you're my old man, and you sure as hell never treated me as your son, this is my warning old man."

Daniel began to walk away from his father, while his dad glared at him. He gulped his beer and hiccuped once again, "Worthless little shit, as if he'll actually kick me out, I'm all he has. He cant get a diploma to go anywhere, he's trapped with the rest of us.



As Daniel reached his room, he closed the door behind him, only for him to punch the wall in frustration.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed to himself, "Who does that fucker think he is!? Telling me I won't be worth anything! Maybe if he gave a fuck back then things would be different!"

Daniel went to lay on his bed, putting his hands behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. As the fan continued to circle, his thoughts were rushing in his mind.

He began to feel disappointed in himself, "The worst part is that he's half right," he said to himself.

"With no chance of a diploma to get a job, I'm practically stuck here in this shit hole. Sure I fix cars and stuff for people and get money, but it won't be enough for me to actually move away.....and as if anyone's gonna help me anyways, they'll just see a punk who has no future and likes getting into fights.....maybe I deserve this...a shitty dad....not being able to have a good job and a life....."

Daniel had to shake off the depressing thoughts, and before long he went to sleep.



We finally meet Valon's papa, and a bit of his grandfather. Now we see where Valon gets his fighting skills from.

Chapter one: www.deviantart.com/whitepedal2…

Daniel is my OC

Yugioh belongs to Kazuki Takahashi

Description
Echo's of punches came from the alley way. The city was already dark so there were no pedestrians around to witness the fight taking place.

A teenage boy with wild red hair, wearing a green wife beater and blue jeans, punched his opponent square in the jaw, a cracking sound was heard as he fell to the ground.

The boy wiped his mouth, putting up his fists, "Come on! What's the matter mate? You're not tapping out now, are ya?" he taunted the man on the ground, who was holding his jaw in agony, "You told me you wanted to 'teach me a lesson' didn't ya? tell ya what, when we're done here, I can treat ya to fish and chips....oh wait, I think your jaw is broken. Guess you'll have to have liquids for a while, chum."

"G-go fuck ya self, you little shit!" the man muttered.

The boy grinned, "Oh good, it seems your jaw still works!" then his expression turned dark as he pulled the man up by the collar of his shirt, "So now you'll listen to me when I tell ya this....."

He leaned by his ear, "If I catch you looking at those kids again, offering them candy and taking them behind somewhere, I'll not break your mouth for real, but I will break every bone in ya body ya perv, got it!?"

The boy shoves the man to the ground, massaging his own shoulder until he noticed his face was wet. He looked in the broken glass on the ground that he got a cut on his head and was now bleeding, along with a bruise on his cheek, but he was still doing a lot better than the man he beaten for following little kids in the playground.

He decided to head home to treat his wounds.



He was walking to a run down neighborhood, with sounds of dogs howling and babies crying. A few people were outside either smoking or drinking, the boy looked around in disgust, he hated this place and the people in it. they were either alcoholics, drug users or they were bringing prostitutes to the alley ways to do their business.

He cringed when he was hearing them, and hurried away as fast as he could until he reached the torn house that was his home.

He opened the door, only to be greeted by a beer bottle being thrown at him, luckily it only smashed at the wall beside him. He was unfazed by this and just looked annoyed as he looked at the middle aged man on the chair in the kitchen, glaring at him with a drunken expression.

"D-Daniel!" the man shouted as he slurred, "Where the, (hic) fuck where ya! I didn't have dinner yet!"

The boy, Daniel, eyes hardened, "Do I look like a fucking butler to ya!?" he snapped at him, "You can serve yourself!"

The man glared as he opened another bottle of beer, "You got some nerve talking to your father like that!"

Daniel placed his finger on his lips, pretending to wonder, "Oh really? gee I wonder where I learnt that from? Oh yeah! 'Ya got two fuckin' feet and hands, use them you lazy little puke!' do those words ring any bells? I heard that when I was seven." he said with an icy tone.

The older man was seething, "Watch it, ya punk! As (hic) long as you live under my roof I require respect! You're lucky I (hic) didn't kick ya out when you got expelled from beating that teacher near death and almost gettin' sent to juvie! Ya be on the streets if it weren't for me!"

"Don't flatter ya self, you kept me around because you need me to pay the bills from me fixing people's cars and bikes in my spare time." Daniel hissed as he walked by the old man.

"Ya mean the freelancing mechanic bullshit job!? (hic) what good will that be if you can't get a degree in it!? You getting kicked out of school has ruined any chance you have at getting a real job!" The man spat, "You made yourself into a nobody, just a punk who's only ever good at fixing things, but like everyone in this neighborhood, everyone will only see you as a trouble (hic) maker who no one cares about! That's why your mom left ya all those years ago!"

That sentence made Daniel freeze, while giving his dad a death glare. He went over to him and towered over the older man, causing him to be stunned.

"I saw you beat the hell outta my mum throughout my childhood, and she hid it by wearing makeup and telling people she was okay, even when she cried herself to sleep at night while you were passed out from your booze! I don't think her leaving is on me, and I just got into a fight with a bloke who I almost broke his jaw, I might be beaten up a bit, but I still have some fight left in me tonight...." The young mans voice was icy.

His father was shocked, then gritted his teeth, "Are you threatening to attack me!?"

"You had no problems beating me as a kid, I learnt a thing or two from ya. I may be a punk who got kicked out of school, but you're the reason I'm like this. You're already getting old and I'm now in my prime, so you better be careful of what you say to me." Daniel hissed.

"...You little-"

"Don't you ever speak of mum again! I don't know why she left me with ya, but her leaving is your fault. And I practically own this shitty house because I'm the only one with a job while you sit on ya lazy arse, so I can have you thrown into the streets if I see fit!"

The older man sneered, "Please, you're only seventeen! You can't kick me out!"

Daniel continued, "I That may be, but next year I'll be eighteen and a legal adult, so that means when that day comes I'll have the power to have you thrown out of here into the streets. You need me here to keep you afloat, the only reason I'm here is because the economy is shit right now. I don't have to respect you because you're my old man, and you sure as hell never treated me as your son, this is my warning old man."

Daniel began to walk away from his father, while his dad glared at him. He gulped his beer and hiccuped once again, "Worthless little shit, as if he'll actually kick me out, I'm all he has. He cant get a diploma to go anywhere, he's trapped with the rest of us.



As Daniel reached his room, he closed the door behind him, only for him to punch the wall in frustration.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed to himself, "Who does that fucker think he is!? Telling me I won't be worth anything! Maybe if he gave a fuck back then things would be different!"

Daniel went to lay on his bed, putting his hands behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling. As the fan continued to circle, his thoughts were rushing in his mind.

He began to feel disappointed in himself, "The worst part is that he's half right," he said to himself.

"With no chance of a diploma to get a job, I'm practically stuck here in this shit hole. Sure I fix cars and stuff for people and get money, but it won't be enough for me to actually move away.....and as if anyone's gonna help me anyways, they'll just see a punk who has no future and likes getting into fights.....maybe I deserve this...a shitty dad....not being able to have a good job and a life....."

Daniel had to shake off the depressing thoughts, and before long he went to sleep.



We finally meet Valon's papa, and a bit of his grandfather. Now we see where Valon gets his fighting skills from.

Chapter one: www.deviantart.com/whitepedal2…

Daniel is my OC

Yugioh belongs to Kazuki Takahashi