Disclaimer- I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh
Warnings- Mentions of abuse and violence
Okay well, this is a very angsty fic, (or at least I think it is,) and it's also the first story I've written without a happy ending or a happy ending to be. It's kinda depressing but well, just read and review, kay?
The Music
Jou shivered, tightly wrapping his arms around himself as he slid down the wall he was leaning on for support, his eyes wide and filled with horror and sheer fear.
He was safe, safe in his room, with his own personal space, surrounded by his own personal items, this was his room, so he was safe right?
Wrong, Jounouchi Katsuya was never safe when the man he knew so well and hated with so much of his heart was in a particular mood…
It was when that music was played, the music he remembered so much from his childhood, whenever that particular music was played, his Father was depressed, unhappy and currently drowning his sorrows with Vodka and any other alcohol he could get a hold of.
It may have seemed stupid, even weak of the blonde, but whenever he heard the music play, the music he related to so much pain, hurt and fear, he was petrified, and he knew it… He was petrified to the spot, and there was nothing he could do about it…
He shivered once again, but this time it was a lot more violent than the previous, he pulled his knees close to his chest, pulling them even closer with shaking arms before bowing his head and burying it away in an attempt to block the music out.
Memories were racing through his mind, spreading like wildfire, he was trying to block them out, ignore them and forget about them but it seemed impossible, it seemed the past was always there to haunt him…
Will you shut up about her boy! She's gone and there's nothing we can do about it! A muscular man smacked his seven-year old son across the face, he blinked in shock, stepping back as realisation sunk in of what he had just done.
The young blonde gazed up at his father with teary eyes; terrified- his Father had never actually hurt him before, this was the first time, but why?
The senior Jounouchi narrowed his eyes, glancing down at the hand he had used to strike the boy, before breaking out into a sadistic smirk, scaring his son.
He casually walked over to the stereo, switching some loud music on, it thudded so loudly, Jou could barely hear anything else now aside from the constant beat echoing throughout the apartment, and because of his lack of hearing, he didn't notice his Father walk over to him and kick him in the stomach roughly, sending the little blonde flying, smashing against the wall behind him.
What was going on? One moment he's living in a happy family, his mother and father are in blissful love and he and his younger sister Shizuka are happily playing with each other, the next his mother declares she doesn't love their father anymore and divorces him, taking Jou's sister away from him and leaving him with a man who seemed to be gaining more and more enjoyment from beating his defenceless and terrified seven-year old son.
The little blonde screamed as he felt one of his rips snap, before heavily choking on the blood, which had somehow made its way up his throat.
He weakly glanced up at his Father who was now towering over him with an evil and dangerous glint in his dirt brown eyes, amusement and curiosity obvious in his proud smirk.
Then, everything became a blur, a blur mixed into darkness…
A single silvery tear made a trail down the blonde's cheek, he was so scared, the worst part was waiting for it to come, the fear of the unknown, the fear of waiting for the pain and torture to strike him at any time.
Suddenly, the door to his bedroom swung open, and a man staggered in, a bottle of Vodka tightly clutched in his right hand, "…It's your fault…" the man stated simply, before stumbling over to his petrified son, a sadistic smirk played on his worn face.
Jou shuddered, tears streaming down his delicate face, the music… the music… The pain's not caused by my father; it's caused by the music…
