Kite was just one of those kids.

The kind that everyone picked on.

They'd take his cards when he wasn't looking…

"Why do you duel, kid?"

Their cruel voices rang in Kite's ear.

Why does one have to justify that?

He didn't know.

Why did he duel?

"Because…"

Then he'd make up some excuse.

"Hmph. Not good enough."

And they'd proceed to take cards from his deck.

"I'm sorry! I should have a better reason!"

Kite would cry to them. Apologize. Beg for forgiveness.

But they'd always disregard him.

Now Kite knew why he dueled.

He seeked out those who had asked him why.

"Hey! You're that worthless kid!"

They shouted and mocked him when he approached.

Kite would only smile.

Smile, as their souls were taken.

"Why do I duel?"

He smirked when they ran; as he gave the answer.

"For my brother, Hart. Why do I take souls?"

Kite made it known that he wasn't sorry all those years ago as he spoke the following words…

"To prove to my younger self that one does not need to explain everything to those who hurt them!"

And he walked away, with a grin and the word:

"Justified."