Full Circle

AN: Not done fanfiction in years and this is clearly not a cannon story and I do not own any cannon chars they all belong to konami or whoever owns them now. Enjoy.

Rex Raptor yawned and looked down at the magazine as he listlessly turned the glossy page and returned his arm to propping up his head as his eyes scanned the pages looking disinterested. He yawned once more and rubbed stands of purple from his face. He sat at a counter of a quite, dusty music store. It had been years since he had been a big shot in the duelling world and things had changed so much since he'd quit and tried to get his life on track. Life had been strange, hard, interesting and pretty messed up for him in his teenage years.

Duel monsters was still huge, even had schools to teach it and bike gangs and god knows what else.. but that might as well been more than a life time ago. He still had his deck somewhere in his apartment, old memories that refused to fade or allow themselves to be thrown away. He'd moved away from Domino, now on the outskirts and lived with a room-mate.

"Ughh fuckin' hate Sundays" he muttered and sat up straight pushing the magazine aside and glanced around the store, he'd not had customers all day and it was two hours before he got to lock up and trudge off home in the baking afternoon heat. He also hated summer.. not as much as a dead Sunday shift though..

Rex was now twenty-four and worked for a local music store, wasn't much but it was something, it was more than anyone.. even himself expected him to amount up to as an adult. He stood and brushed himself down, his messy brown hair still long, his purple bangs still remained. He didn't want to lose all of his identity when he was nagged to 'grow up' by his family that he avoided like the plague the moment he moved out at nineteen.

The Dino duellist let out another sigh and walked from the counter to stretch his legs. He reached about 5'11 now an average height for a male his age. He was still skinny but was trying to bulk himself up a little, sick of people thinking he was a girl from behind due to his slender frame. If he had to deal with one more 'HEY BABY...THE FUCK YOUR A GUY?' he was going to kill someone.

He stood there and just stared at the beams of pale sunlight that drifted in from the outside world illuminating the dust in the air. He itched his head feeling bored and restless he played with his bracelet tugging on the loose ends of the braided fabric, a bored and annoyed hybrid expression plastered on his face. Silence, silence... this place was really fucking quite for a music store...

"Fuck it" he grunted and walked over to the counter and grabbed some keys.

He locked up the till and started to turn things off, he had two hours to go but it was dead and the owner was normally pretty ok with Rex closing a bit early, he was a good worker and he paid him bare minimum anyway.. Rex grabbed his bag and shut the door locking it. Still hot he made a face and started to walk home, hands in his pockets as he hummed to himself.

He got home and opened the door and stood on loads of letters and junk mail. He frowned and scooped them up before putting them on the kitchen counter and seeing his room-mate sat in shorts and a tank top. Long purple hair, tattoos.. she was stunning, she was pretty... had great tits... also very, very gay.

He had the worst luck in the world, his house mate was a hot chick who had loose morals but was an utter rug muncher.. fantastic. He looked her over as she tapped away on her laptop. He had a feeling she more than likely did porn, she didn't work and was always loaded. He didn't say anything, they barely spoke to one another.

"Got a lot of mail" She commented nodding to where he'd left the stack.

"Yeah, thanks for picking that up Ray.." he rolled his eyes when she gave him the finger in reply.

He dropped his bag and thumbed through it, he squinted at the address.. he knew that hand writing... something was tugging at the back of his mind but he didn't know what. He frowned and opened it up unfolding lined paper. "Well...fuck..." he muttered, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Too much cock, sorry handsome" came Ray's reply.

"Not what I meant tuna breath..."

He looked over the letter, he read it a few times but each time it didn't sink it, wasn't setting in his mind as he was too shocked to process what he was reading. He bit his lip and scrunched the paper a little, feelings and memories rushing back to him of places and people he didn't want to remember or embrace ever again.

"...Fuck..."

TBC

Lemme know if any good, haza.