I'm back! I'm sorry for the slow updates on my other stories…I have a job now and AMVs to make (I make vids more often than I write stories). I will work on my other stories and update at least Prom Night soon though! I will be inactive in August mostly cause I'm going on vacation, but I will bring a notebook to write in on the plane :D

Anyways, the concept of this fanfic is based off a movie I saw called "The Borrowers". Those of you who have watched it will understand a bit more of how Yami lives here, but for those of you who haven't, all you really have to know is that the Borrowers are tiny people who live in between the walls and under the floorboards of houses and buildings. They "borrow" stuff to make gadgets to help them get around, or to make furniture, clothing and of course to eat.

STORY SUMMARY:

Yami Sennen is 12 cm tall and lives in a college apartment/dorm with his roommate Yuugi Mutou. But when Yuugi leaves and Yami gets a new roommate, Yami wonders how they will react to his existence. Will this tall brunette be the one to break the curse?

It will be Prideshipping eventually :D

Screaming. Blood. Broken glass. Pain. Eyes.

Emerald green eyes, large, dilated pupils, attached to a mess of blonde frizzy hair, screaming at him.

"You killed him! You killed him how could you kill him how DARE you kill him? I will kill you I will destroy you you will DIE!"

"Miss…it's not my fault I – "

"You have no idea…NO IDEA of what he MEANT TO ME. I LOVED HIM YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS AND DEARLY!"

The finger, the bony finger and the dark twisted fingernails, piercing him slowly, tearing him out of his skin as he screamed in terror –

Yami woke up screaming, clothing drenched in sweat and blonde bangs pressed against his face. He could still feel the sting in his chest from where the woman had touched him. He shivered at the feeling, still panting. He took deep breaths to calm his nerves. Yami had had the nightmare many times before, but each time was just as terrifying. He knew that the even was all in the past, that that lady was probably dead by now and that she had no idea where he was as of now – as if she'd be able to hurt him anymore than she already had done. She'd have a hard time tracking down someone who was 12 centimeters tall and capable of navigating in between the walls and under the floorboards of the Domino City College. Yami had lived in this room for a long time - he had even gone to the College for a few years before the incident. Yami shook his head, trying not to head back into the realm of his nightmare. To avoid his temptation to go back to sleep, Yami forced himself to sit up in his matchbox bed. He had made himself a tiny bed out of an old match box stuffed with cotton wads. It was extremely soft and cosy – Yami would sink into the cotton and sleep as if he was floating in the clouds.

The creaking of the floorboards above him told him that Yuugi, the college student who lived in his apartment, was up and about. Seconds later, the floorboard directly above him moved to the side and Yami covered his eyes and groaned at the sudden stream of light.

"Good morning Yami!" Came the cheerful voice of Yuugi Mutou, Yami's roommate of sorts. Yami rubbed his eyes.

"Good morning Yuugi…" He mumbled. It was then when Yuugi noted the state his tiny friend was in. He could see he was soaked and a bit pale.

"Yami…did you have that dream again?" Asked Yuugi with worry. Yami sighed and nodded. He stood and looked up at Yuugi's worried face. He smiled.

"It was just a dream Yuugi. I'll feel better once I head up and bathe alright?" He said. Yuugi's eyes brightened.

"Okay! Let's go give you a bath. You'll feel much better then!" Yuugi reached his hand down next to his tiny friend.

"I'm going to grab a change of clothes first." Yami said, moving away from the giant hand resting on the floor by his feet and heading back under the floorboards to where he stored his clothes. He had a tiny toothpick box that opened like a chest where he stored his few outfits. He had few because he had to stitch together different patches of fabric into something that resembled tops and leggings – a project that Yuugi had now picked up for him, making his life a bit easier. Yami opend the box and pulled out the shirt off the top, his current favorite. Yuugi had made it for him not long ago and had made it out of crimson colored silk that matched Yami's eyes. It went down to Yami's elbows and was decorated with some buttons and had a patch of black velvet wrapped diagonally around the shirts body, heading off the left shoulder and ending down at the right hem. Yami kept it folded in his hand and dug around deeper in the box for some pants. He found some grey ones that were covered in patches covering holes. The pants, like all of the ones he had, were baggier than what he used to wear. Yami missed wearing skin tight leather in College, but because of his new size it was nearly impossible to wear skin tight anymore. Yami sighed in memory, folding the clothes over his arm and headed back towards Yuugi's hand. Yami climbed onto Yuugi hand on all fours, crawling to the center of the boy's palm. The human hand, he had discovered, was not the sturdiest thing in the world. He could not stand on it without feeling as though he could slip at any moment. Yami didn't like to be carried around often – he didn't want to feel as though he was truly helpless – but in times like this, when he felt sweaty and gross and just wanted to bathe as quickly as possible, he accepted the lift.

"I'm ready Yuugi." Yami said once he had found a spot where he felt comfortable. Yuugi nodded and slowly lifted his hand out of the hole, trying to keep his palm as flat as possible so as not to jostle Yami. Once the boy had his hand out of the hole, he stood up slowly to his full height. Yami had to lean a bit in the opposite direction that Yuugi's wrist turned as the boy stood, but he knew that it got better once Yuugi was up and walking - Yuugi's hand didn't move as much when he was walking. Yuugi smiled down at Yami.

"While you take a bath, I'll start on some breakfast. How does that sound?" He asked. Yami smiled.

"Sounds good Yuugi. Let's do it." Yami replied. Yuugi walked out of the bedroom, using his other hand to open the door. The apartment the pair lived in had a bedroom that connected to a small kitchen and a living room. The bedroom had a twin sized white bed, a small desk on the left by a window with white shades and a closet to the right. The kitchen had a microwave, a small white stove, a fridge and a small table with two chairs. There were cabinets willed with non-perishables and drawers on the counter where utensils were kept; the entire thing enclosed within a three sided square of counter top and wall. The adjoining living room had a small television, a sofa and a small armchair next to the tv. The kitchen counter top divided the two rooms, and was covered with some of Yuugi's homework and other papers. There was also a bowl of fruit. Yuugi put his hand down on the counter for Yami to get off, then, knowing that Yami preferred to bathe himself, went over to open the fridge and see what he could cook up for himself and Yami. Meanwhile, Yami put his clothes down on the counter top and walked across it, heading around the corner and towards the stove. The space between the stove and the above cabinets had cream colored tiles covering the walls, and if one would look closely behind the cookie jar, they would see a tiny crack splitting one of the tiles in half. Yami went behind the jar and took a hold of the crack in the tile, and pulled it aside, revealing a hole into the wall. Yami disappeared into the hole, arriving at a wall covered in staples that were pulled out enough to form handles – the result looked like a makeshift ladder. In front of the ladder was a weight attached to a string. Yami walked around the weight and climbed the ladder until he reached a second hole – this one led into the inside of the cabinets. Yami maneuvered around the plates until he reached the cups. He took one with a handle and dragged it over to the hole again. The string looped above him on a wooden cylinder, the kind used to hold thread and attached to the end was a bent paperclip that formed a hook. Yami took the hook and attached it to the cup. He pushed the cup so it was halfway over the edge, then climbed up onto the lip of the cup, clutching the string and the cup fell off the ledge. Since the cup was bigger than the weight, the cup went down slowly as the weight went up. Once it touched bottom, Yami got off the cup and took off the hook. The weight came back down as Yami pulled the cup through the opening behind the cookie jar. Yami took a moment once the cup was out to rest – the process of taking a cup out of the cabinet was much more difficult than it would be for a normal sized person!

"Yami! Do you want egg for breakfast?" Yuugi asked. He was making scrambled eggs on the stove.

"Sure. Whatever you want – you're the one making it." Yami replied, taking ahold of the cup handle and dragging it towards the sink. Once he got the cup as close as possible, he looked up at the faucet and swore. The faucet was one of the things that Yami could not turn and he could not go into the sink because the drop was too far – he'd surely break something if he tried. Yuugi lifted his head and noticed the problem. He walked over, took the cup off the counter and stuck it under the faucet. He filled the cup with warm water and placed it back on the counter next to Yami.

"Sorry about that Yami. I'll try to remember to turn the faucet next time." Yuugi apologized.

"Don't worry about it." Yami replied, even though he was a bit irritated. 'He hated being powerless to do something as simple as turning a faucet head. Yuugi didn't seem to notice and returned to the eggs. He knew better than to offer more help – Yami liked doing things himself. He walked over to the bar of soap by the sink, breaking off a handful and went back to the cup. He dropped the piece into the water and then took off his clothes. He climbed over the edge of the cup, letting his body slide in softly, sighing when the warm water soothed his body. He rested his arms on the lip, putting his feet against the opposite side of the cup to keep him from sinking to the bottom. He leaned back and looked up at the ceiling, letting the water soak him. Once he was satisfied, he dove under, sinking to the bottom to collect the soap chunk he had thrown in earlier to wash himself with. He gripped it tightly and kicked off the bottom. He surfaced facing the ceiling to get his long, tricolored hair out of his face. He scrubbed himself down with the soap. Yuugi approached his friend, pulling a chair with him. He placed a plate of scrambled eggs on the counter next to Yami's cup. Instead of digging in happily as he usually did, Yuugi remained silent, starring at the plate before him. He bit his lip, as if he wanted to say something, but wasn't sure how. Yami finished scrubbing himself down and crossed his arms on the lip, resting his head on them facing Yuugi.

"Something wrong Yuugi?" Yami asked. Yuugi smiled nervously.

"Um…well, I got a call from my family yesterday." He began. "As you know they're paying for my tuition here, and apparently they've had a bit of a financial setback. They can't pay for my courses anymore so I have to…drop out of College and get a job."

"That's too bad. I'm sure a nice guy like you will get a good paying job Yuugi." Yami said, trying to cheer the boy up. Yuugi smiled at Yami sadly.

"…You don't get it do you Yami? Because I have to drop out…I have to move back with my family. I have to leave this apartment."

TBC - does anyone have a title in mind for this? If you let me know cause I have no idea what to call this right now.

Review please :D