Hello everyone! This is my first ever fan fiction so please feel free to Review. And just so its sortof clear, this is set after Duelist Kingdom, give or take a few weeks.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in Yu-Gi-Oh! or the Rubix cube. If I did, Ryo would get way more screen time! The only thing that belongs to me in this story are the characters of Alex and Sally.

Chapter 1- Home Sweet Home

Alex dumped his bag on top of the moving box and fell onto what he thought was a sofa. Instead of collapsing on the sofa however, it was the floor that greeted with its hard, cold wooden panes that slid across the room. Alex groaned. Part of him was ready to shout and curse every swear word that was in the book; however t this right minute, even the floor had become more comfy. He lay there, forcing himself to enjoy what little comfort the floor had to offer.

The plan trip from Texas to Domino had been way to long for his liking. If it wasn't for the fact he had prepared six Rubix Cubes, 4 Sudoku books and a little kids cross word book for the journey he may have actually killed the fat, sweat business man who he had been forced to sit next to for the majority for the trip due to his consistent snoring.

Alex rolled onto his back and opened his eyes slightly. So far, from what he had seen from his new "home", was that the place in a flat complex, it had wooded floors and that the ceiling was white. Forcing himself up, he took a look around his apartment. From the floor, it had a hallway and one large room that was a kitchen and a living room combined into one. He could see a door in the right side of the hall way as well as light coning from the end of it. He groaned and he forced himself to stand and wander around his apartment. So far from what he had seen, all of it had appeared rather normal and boring, which didn't surprise him. In the past, he had been a very easy person to excite but as years grew on, life had become slowly and surely more and more boring to him.

Hands slouched in his pocket; he walked down the hallway to see what other rooms awaited in the house. By the time quarter past three came round, Alex had found that his apartment had not been expanded to also include one big main bedroom and an un-suit attached to it, one spare room, a storage cabaret and a room with nothing but a wall of shelves in it. At the end of the hallway was a largish window that showed the back of the apartment complex he was living in. The ledge of the window wasn't the biggest but was big another to sit on and watch the world go by, which was exactly what Alex did once he'd finally finish all the putting away everything that was in the store boxes.

Sitting on the ledge, he closed his eyes and listened to the world around him. In the distance he could hear cars moving about in the centre of the city. A single ringing was left in his ears from the noise that the aeroplane and the gentle sound of his own breathing was all he could hear in his own apartment. Then a new sound caught his ears. Laughter. Alex reopened his eyes and looked out the window. The view from the window showed a small shop that looked like it had a house init. Outside a group of friends stood outside it talking. Taking his time, Alex took in each of their details.

Over all there were five of them. One girl, four boys. The girl seemed skinny and had a short brown bob for a haircut. Though you properly couldn't tell it by first glance, she was kind of pretty, but even from a five story apartment complex you could see she had confidence. Next was a blond boy, who wore a carefree, slightly cocky smile. Alex found himself smirking at this guy, though he wasn't sure why. Probably because he looked like, from the way he was standing, that he was at the current butt of the joke and was jumping up and down like a monkey because of it. Like that's helping the situation.

The guy next to him seemed normal enough, expect for his hair that looked like it was at a single brown point. He was currently patting the blond on the back. Properly one of his closer friends Alex thought. His eyes then wandered to another male of the group. When he had noticed the guy, he had seemed to be fitting in with them. This time though something seemed to be off with him. He seemed not to be standing as near as to the group. His smile seemed natural enough, but his eyes seem…sad. Running his hand through his hair, he thought I guess there always is one person in a group of friends who doesn't fit in.

His eyes finally went to the smallest member of the group, and by small he meant small. The kid seemed, in height anyway, to twelve years old and was wearing a high school uniform like the others. Properly his brothers and he tried to sneak into the school. He shrugged and went back to inspecting him. The only thing that really stood out to him beside the kid's height and hair (to which even he had to admit was quite impressive, not only with the three colours that were in it but also the fact he was able to make it stay up like that) was the gold pyramid that hung around the kid's neck. He found himself staring at that, not inspecting it like he had done with everyone else. Something about the way the sun hit it seemed to fascinate him about it, but not in a way to excite him, more of curiosity. A chill went down his back, as if someone was watching him. Shaking his head, he found himself staring at the puzzle more, as if it was holding his stare back at him. In the end Alex broke the staring contest with the puzzle and got up to leave the kids to do whatever they chatting about.

That night, Alex lay in his bed, arms behind his back looking at the ceiling. He had been attempting to get to sleep but the act had not come to him easily and instead he found himself staring at the ceiling. He shut his eyes, only to have the image of the pyramid to come back to him yet again. Squinting, he opened his eyes once again to the "oh so welcoming" ceiling.

Something's not right about that pyramid. He placed his hand to his head and rubbed it. The image kept popping back up to his head, as if it was important somehow. Shame the reason why it's not right seems to hate me. Alex turned in his bed to face his whole room. Sleeping sideways often helped him more, though he wasn't sure how or why it did. He found his eyes wandering to his uniform which he had promised Sally he would hang up.

His mind went blank. Sally he thought. Ale shut his eyes again. Initially the puzzle greeted him but very quickly it was replaced with the memory of Sally sitting on the fence in her yellow dress and her red hair in plats laughing at something Alex had done. He re – opened his eyes and sat up. Out of old habit, he ran his hand though his short hair, messing it slightly as more memories of Sally flashed back to him.

"Man I miss that girl," he said aloud.