Note: This is an AU.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! GX

Prologue

Moving

The hills and the buildings rolled by, the other cars seemingly racing by the window of the old car that struggled down the motorway, heavy with luggage and bodies.

Mr and Mrs Yuki sat in the front, Mr Yuki driving while his wife struggled to work out which way to go using a not-very-clear-at-all roadmap.

In the back of the car, amongst bags and a suitcase, a bored teenager stared out the window. These roads didn't offer much in the way of scenery from the window, so the brunette was using his phone to entertain himself.

Jaden Yuki pressed 'send' on another text. He sighed softly.

His old friend, Aster Phoenix, had been texting him non-stop, just as he'd promised. Jaden was sad to leave all his friends at his old home but he had been sorriest to leave Aster behind. He and Jaden had been friends since they were small, running around in the local park and then hanging out elsewhere as they grew up. It was never easy to leave a lifelong friend.

It was frustrating when you left only because your parents wanted to move house.

His parents were workaholics, he had always knew that. It was the main reason he and Aster had spent so much time together in Jaden's house or nearby - his parents weren't in very often. Sure, when he was young his grandfather had come over to look after him, but the old man was nearly deaf and wrapped up in television shows, and hadn't noticed that his grandson had just gone out the front door. Their old neighbourhood was friendly enough, though, so it wasn't that worrying.

Jaden didn't have any idea what the new house was going to be like.

His parents had bought it because of its location, so near to both of their job centres. They had visited it many times but Jaden hadn't visited it at all, which he found both unfair and plain stupid.

"Turn left here, dear" his mother said.

As they turned into a new road, Jaden saw large houses either side of the road, each with its own little garden and driveway. He stared out the window with great interest. He had known that, with his father's recent promotion, they had been getting more money, but he had never imagined it was so much.

If they could afford one of these houses, they had gone up in the world.

Midway down the street, Jaden's father turned into a driveway outside a white-painted house, fairly large and eccentric. It had grand windows and a porch.

Eagerly, his parents climbed out of the car. His father walked straight up to the front door, jangling the keys to the house, and his mother smiled at him as he got out the car himself.

"Well, Jaden, what do you think of the new place?" she smiled.

"It's big" the brunette stated plainly, too busy looking around to answer properly.

His mother smiled and kissed his cheek - much to his embarrassment, he was seventeen, for goodness' sake - before running to join her husband at the door. The two walked into the new house together, and Jaden followed.

They first stepped into a large hallway facing a staircase with a beige carpet. Jaden frowned a little, thinking it was a bit over the top. He looked in each of the rooms on the downstairs floor. Living room, kitchen, toilet, dining room, study.

"The downstairs study is mine" his father said, and he walked into the room.

"There's another study upstairs for me" his mother confirmed his thoughts. "Go and have a look around upstairs, then, Jaden."

"What about the stuff in the car?"

"We'll get it in a little while. The van should be along soon with all our stuff."

Jaden nodded and went up the stairs. The hallway was furnished and had the same boring beige carpet, but he wasn't caring. He looked around the upstairs rooms. Another study, a bathroom, two bedrooms.

"Hey, which room's mine?" he called down the stairs.

"The one at the end of the hallway" his father called up to him.

Jaden went into the room and examined it. He would have his bed pushed up against the far wall, opposite the window, and he could put a table with his portable TV in front of it. Plenty of room.

The room was entirely bare, though. He had personally thought it would be a good idea to move their stuff there first, but his parents had been too eager, seeing as they had to travel a long way before to get to work. The van was coming in an hour or so, driven by a good friend of his father's.

Jaden looked out his window. It faced the front garden and the road, and could probably use a cleaning, not that the cleanliness of it bothered him.

Leaning against a wall, Jaden sighed softly to himself. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to be at home, where he belonged, with all his old friends, Aster especially. This place was so foreign to him. Why hadn't they at least consulted him first?

He knew that it wasn't that they didn't care about him, they truly did love him, it was just that they were so busy that they often forgot the details.

They were 'live to work' sort of people.

Jaden was a 'work to live' sort of person. And even then, he didn't want to work very hard. That was why his grades at school had never been great.

School. A whole other problem for him.

He had to go to a new school.

It wasn't that he was shy. He wasn't. Naturally confident and friendly, Jaden knew he would make friends. He wasn't too worried about the teachers, either - the old ones had hated him, Professor Stein had been both boring and nasty, so it couldn't be so terrible here. But the classes would probably screw him over. He wouldn't have a clue, and then he'd look stupid in front of the rest of the people there. Oh well. He'd just have to make some friends.

Jaden wasn't worried about the details. It was just that he didn't want to move away from his old school, old home, old friends.

He wasn't going to sulk, though. He would get on with it. He'd just have to.

Jaden walked downstairs, seeing his parents had begun to unload things from the car already. He ran out to help him, getting all his stuff that had been in the car - personal items and some clothes - and taking the boxes and bags up to his room.

His father and mother were already sorting out the rooms, the kitchen and individual studies in particular.

"Hey, Mom, need a hand with anything?" Jaden asked, thinking he should help them out if he could.

"Yes. Could you put these pots and pans away in the cupboards?" his mother said to him. "Just like the way we had them back at the old place, you know. Don't change anything."

Jaden nodded and started packing things away in the cupboards, putting the plates on the right and the cups on the left, the pots on the top shelf and the pans on the bottom shelf - just like back home.

He didn't like the way his mother just said 'the old place'. This new house was nice, yes, but it couldn't be home straight away.

There was a knock at the door and Jaden stood up. The removal van already? No, it was too early. Who was it, then?

Jaden answered the door and was surprised to see a dark haired girl in shorts and a t-shirt standing there. The girl looked to be a few years younger than him but she smiled at him pleasantly. In her hands was a plate of chocolate-chip cookies with a sheet of cling-film over the top to protect them.

"Welcome to the neighbourhood, pal" she said. She held the plate out to him. "Little housewarming present for ya."

Jaden took the plate and thanked her politely, mouth watering slightly. He did love food, after all.

"So, I'm Blair Flannigan" the girl grinned, folding her arms and talking casually. "I live in the house opposite yours. What's your name?"

"Jaden Yuki" the brunette said. "Nice to meet you."

"Right back at ya" Blair grinned, winking at him. "Well, I gotta be getting home. See you around, Jaden."

Before Jaden could say goodbye the girl had turned and ran back over to her own house, quick despite the flip-flops she was wearing.

"Thanks for the cookies" Jaden called after her.

Jaden walked back into the house and put the plate of cookies on the kitchen counter. His mother happened to walk in.

"Where did you get them?"

"From a girl called Blair" Jaden shrugged, taking a bite of a cookie. "She lives across the street. Housewarming gift, she said."

"Nice girl" his mother nodded. "About your age?"

"She looked about fourteen."

His mother shrugged and then walked out of the kitchen, calling to him to be ready to help them sort out the furniture when the moving van arrived.

Please R&R