Author's Note: Once again, I do NOT own any Yu-Gi-Oh! characters. I had something else to say, but I forgot what is was... So, I suppose I can stop now! Enjoy!~

Chapter 1: The People on the Train

The boy with the white hair was sitting across from me on the train. He had been gazing out the window, but now he had fallen asleep. His fluffy, long, white hair came down to the middle of his back, and I'd say he was about an inch shorter than me, which would make him 5 foot 5 inches. While he was awake, I had noticed he had soft, chocolate-brown eyes. Not quite as dark as my own brown eyes, but not exactly light either.

Behind me was a bronze skinned boy with sort of tan, blonde hair that came down to his upper back. He was taller than me, and was very muscular. He wore a purple shirt that exposed his midriff, tan khakis, and black shoes. He had very pretty lavender eyes and a sweet smile. Looking to be around my age, I guessed he was about 16, while the other boy appeared to be 15, my exact age.

Both of these boys looked and seemed very nice. It made me wonder why they were on a train to an insane asylum. Yes, that's correct. I'm on that very same train too, but not for the reason you think.

My aunt (who isn't very nice) is the one who runs the asylum. She needed new nurses to take care of the patients. Apparently, her 15-year-old niece was one of her best options, because she forced me to do it. So now, my sister, who was also required to do this, and I were on the train with over 30 lunatics.

While I was trying to mind my own business, my sister was up and talking to everyone that would listen. And sometimes, even to people who wouldn't. Josie was a very outgoing girl and pretty much my exact opposite. She was 18, tall, muscly, thin, and beautiful. Her hair is pure white, with blue streaks dyed in several places. Her skin is fair, her nose was pierced, and she loves red lipstick. With light brown eyes and an amazing smile, she was gorgeous. And on top of all that, she's very kind, outgoing, and caring.

I, however, am none of those things. I'm 15, incredibly shy, kind of serious, and pretty quiet. My hair is brown and plain, and I have the darkest brown eyes. I'm not thin whatsoever and am a normal height of 5 foot 6 inches. My skin in just a bit tanner than Josie's, and I mainly wear jeans, converse, and t-shirts. I'm not pretty at all and wear very light makeup.

I was thinking about Josie and myself when she plopped down next to me.

"Wow, most of these people are nuts!" she giggled, "But that makes them even more fun!"

I forgot to mention that Josie's almost always happy and very optimistic.

"Yeah, if you consider getting brutally murdered fun..." I mumbled.

She laughed and punched my arm playfully. "The funnest! But I bet some of these people are actually nice. Like him!" She pointed to the white-haired boy, who was just waking up.

"W-what?..." he stuttered, wide-eyed, "H-have I done something wrong?"

"No, of course not," Josie smiled, "I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm one of the nurses, Josie."

"I'm Ryo," he smiled shyly, "w-what's your name?"

After a moment, Josie elbowed me in the ribs to indicate that Ryo was talking to me.

"Ow," I uttered and glared at Josie, then looked at Ryo, "I'm Erica..."

"Erica... That's a lovely name," he smiled at me and blushed slightly.

Feeling a blush creeping to my own cheeks, I quickly looked to the window again and mumbled, "Thanks..."

Sadly, that's the best compliment I'd ever received, other than from Josie. Ryo smiled sweetly, then looked out the window again. Josie giggled and nudged me, then put her headphones on and began to listen to music.

His simple compliment kept replaying in my mind, and I soon realized he had a British accent. These were maniacs from all around the world, so that wasn't surprising. What was shocking was that I found his accent... cute? I'd never thought of a boy as cute before, I figured no one would ever return the feelings. But as I looked at him, I realized that he was cute. Very cute.

My eyes widened and I tried my hardest to choke these emotions back. Remembering what our destination was helped a bit. But it also made a single question spring into my mind. Why was this boy going to an insane asylum?