Note from the Author:
Welcome to my 1st attempt at a YuGiOh 5Ds story.
At the success that my YuGiOh story, The Northgate Tournament as been having, I decided to give this idea a try.
This plot was originally written by my cousin, but he never found the time to finish it up, so I took over, tweaked up the storyline a bit, modified the Ocs (not dramatically) (yes...they are here) and added my own ending (cause he didn't get that far in the story plot pic). So with my cousin's permission, I am posting my own version of this story!

Okay, this project will contain language, violence, suggestive themes and supernatural/occult kind of stuff (cause im all about that shiznit).
Feedback is appreciated.

Enjoy.

Prologue

At the dawn of time, the human race lived harmoniously with its counterpart, the pale skinned Nether-Dweller Race. The different between races was the Cultural tradition to paint and burn marks on the faces and bodies of Nether-Dwellers at the dawn of their 1st birthday and elemental powers bestowed upon those with Nether blood.
The 8 elements bestowed upon the men and women of the Nether race were Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Machinima, Life, Death and Magic.
Life, Death and Magic were known as the 3 royal elements, bestowed only upon the offspring of leaders, though Machinima had been known to be possessed by leader's children also until the monarch died and the Nether-Signers developed democracy.
Using these elements, they could travel from their underground home to the surface to serve their kin.

Society was almost Utopian, until the human race acquired a selfish tyrant for a king. This king wanted the Chiefteness of the Nether-Dwellers as his bride. When she refused, he flew into a rage and murdered her in cold blood.
The Chiefteness was the single, alone Nether-Dweller who possessed the element of Life. With her absence, the home of the Nether-Dweller; dubbed the Lower Berth, started to decay.
Temple walls once festooned with foliage was rotting into moistened twigs and the fresh air became musty and foul.

The uncomfortable living conditions and severe lack of provisions for families made the Nether-Dwellers uneasy and aggressive as the human race got more selfish. This sparked a long and bloody war between the two races that lasted 4 years. Thousands about people and millions of Nether-Dwellers died. As a result, all Nether-Dweller's were banished from the public eye and driven down to their Lower Berth home; all surface entrances were barricaded and law stated that if any Nether-Dweller was seen on the surfaces world again, they would be killed on site.
And no Nether-Dwellers have been seen since this event.

Reports of Nether-Dweller's living in secret in our world have been filed, but none have been approved by law. But laws were put in effect, stating that if anyone is to spot a Nether-Dweller, known popularly today as Nether-Signers, on the surface they are to call the proper authorities immediately and not to apprehend the dangerous creatures.

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Chapter 1
The sun had been down for an hour when a group of rocks in a pile in front of a tree started to shift. Pebble by pebble, a small section in the pile started to crumble more and more until a pale skinned arm came out of it and the torso of a crimson haired Nether-Signer followed it. She gasped at the sudden cold of fresh air and the light of the waning moon. "I'm out!" She said happily.
She took in the moonlight and air for the first time in her life with extreme pleasure, her green eyes filling with tears of ecstasy. "My dream since I was a child, finally! I'm out!..Oh..." She hushed herself, not knowing if the surface was still dangerous for her or not. All she knew was that those with the same violet colored mark that ran down her face, neck and reaching her hip weren't welcome around there for years.

Her problems increased as she heard voices from the crevice she'd just crawled through. Where did she get off to?

I think she went this way.

Scarlette ran as fast as she could away from the tunnel and into the forest. "I'm not going back there. They can't force me!"
Her name was Scarlette Noire and she was the first Nether-Signer born into the element of Life since the previous individual years ago. Her mid traps length crimson-poppy hair started to fall out of her pony tail when she doubled over to catch her breath once she was satisfied with the amount of distance she put between herself and where she came from. The free hair prompted her to just tear her up-do apart and let the crimson mess flow free. Her head felt lighter.
"Now...To find me a home..."

Scarlette had managed to forge herself a home from an abandoned mine shaft and lived there for two months. It was underground, so she was used to it, but it was underneath a forest full of Red Wood trees so it was pleasing to her element to restore them.
The sudden restoration of the trees was attracting attention from the media of Neo Domino City, but as long as Scarlette wasn't caught on the surface she was content at letting the surface dwellers scratch their heads.

Her new home wasn't much, but it was home to her. She would stay down in the caverns she forged and wait for the sun to go down and she would hide her ethnicity under a pale green cloak hood and climb up to enjoy the surface's forest and air at night.
However, that night she found herself confronted by a light that traveled that inhuman speed and a voice that yelled at her to get out of the road.
Scarlette took a few steps out of the way, but the driver of the red bike still paniced and turned off the small path, crashing into the brushes in the process. She watched the driver get tossed off the motorcycle and face first into the dirt.

Scarlette approached the young surface-dweller man slowly, making sure he was really unconscious before she got too close.
She didn't feel the need to really be afraid of him, but she decided to be cautious anyway. She nudged him three times in the side with her foot and when he didn't respond, she checked his pulse.
As soon as Scarlette's index and middle finger came into contact with Yusei's neck, his eyes shot open and he grabbed her wrist and tore her to the dirt. Her fight or flight response kicked in and she screamed and punched him dead in the bridge of the nose, knocking her attacker out cold again.

Oh shoot. Scarlette thought to herself. What have I done? That was a total reflex! What do I do now? It's gonna be a while before he comes to again and I can't leave him here, but I can't toss him down the shaft either. That would kill him most likely, it's an awful drop. She then remembered the main opening to the mine shaft was not far from that point. She grabbed his sleeve to lift his arm out of the dirt and when the surface-dweller remained limp, she grasped his wrist firmly, but gently and started to drag him down the trail, only the moonlight guiding her through the dark.
By gosh, he's heavy.

She'd boarded the entrance to the shaft again after she settled in to avoid arousing more suspicion that the restoration of the trees was getting, only to have to tear her work down board by board to get the surface-dweller inside. She had a good heart, she knew she was risking a lot, including her possible life by interacting with him (which is what she planned to do). She was lonesome and hadn't spoken with a surface-dweller before, so thus curious. She brought him to where she thought he'd be safe before dashing back outside when she remembered he had a bike.

Judging by how well taken care of it was, Scarlette assumed that the surface-dweller wanted his duel-runner taken care of. It was heavy, but she put it up onto its wheels again without much fuss.
While pushing it down the shaft quickly, but carefully, she couldn't help but look at it with a blown mind. They had Duel-Runners in the Lower Berth, but they were far less advanced technology wise. Being underground and isolated, the Lower Berth's Duel-Runners were run by methods similar to the steam engine due to a lack of resources.

It was fancy, but she didn't touch anything. She wasn't nearly that curious. She parked it in a place where it wouldn't be seen and started towards where she'd put the surface-dweller.
He was still where she'd put him like she hoped he'd be. No trouble, but what to do now?

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Note from the Author:
I promise it'll get better.