Yugi lives a life of pain and suffering until one night he flees, then he finds Atem and the rest of the gang. His life takes a turn for the better, but soon Yugi and Atem's past come back to haunt them. Will they live happily ever after or we they forever live a life of fear? Anzu will also have a large part in this story. YxY YxA This is yaoi (boyxboy).

Warning: This story is yaoi and if this offends or upsets anyone this story isn't for you. Also this is rated M. I'm not sure if it will include any proper adult scenes, but it is a possibility. Yet again if you are young or don't like this type of story this isn't for you. Finally there will be a few scenes some readers may find distressing, including this prologue. If you don't like don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. I never will. This is purely fan based. I wish I owned Yu-Gi-Oh but sadly I don't :'( lol

Enjoy :D Comments/Constructive Criticism is welcome. No flames!

The soothing hiss of the wind could be heard faintly through the ajar window, its curtains swaying gently in its breeze. The light from the full moon was the only source of light in the dark bedroom, its moonlight shone through the window, the light lying on the cold bed, but the light did not lie alone on the bed, a young teenager who had just turned sixteen sat perfectly still on its edge, watching the three white candles on his window sill – a sign to let others know not to enter until they were all blown out. The flames of the candles danced together in silence, they danced in their memorizing colours of different shades of red and yellow.

He wished he could just quickly leave, leave and be free of the hell he lived in. A frown appeared on his features, was he really living in hell? He had a home, food to eat, clothes to wear – anything he needed he had here, why was he so ungrateful?

Why? He knew why.

Yes he had a home, food, and clothes but he wasn't happy, he wasn't loved, he wasn't happy. What good was all he had when he wanted to end it all, all his suffering, everything. He wanted to die.

But this was all he knew, he couldn't survive on his own. Maybe he was wrong; maybe it isn't greener on the other side. Inside he knew that everything about his life was wrong, but didn't understand why. He felt like for some reason he deserved everything that happened. Hell Rin had told him enough times that he was worthless without her; he had told him hundreds of times before that he had it easy. If he left how would he ever find some fool to take in such a pathetic, hideous disgrace?

This was how he lived and sooner or later he was going to have to come to terms with the fact this was his life, his destiny.

Maybe Rin did love him in her own twisted little way, she cared for him when he was ill, she took him in when he had no where to live, and Rin had even kissed him a few times. Why he didn't know. The first time he had smelt the awful stench of alcohol from her, but every other time he knew she hadn't had anything to drink. They were not forceful kisses either; it was like it was someone else when she kissed him. She was always so cruel and demanding. But they were always gentle and kind.

He had no desire to kiss her himself, but he knew better than to decline what she wanted, he learnt that a long time ago, Rin did not hold back in her beatings, but she knew when to stop. She had only once lost control. He had lost consciousness for hours, and some of the marks of the beating had still not faded. Most likely scars he would forever carry.

Admittedly she was very attractive; she had long flowing blonde hair, and dark blue eyes. Some would ever say she was beautiful. But beauty could be on the outside or the inside, and beauty on the outside counted for nothing if they were ugly on the inside.

Yes sometimes she could be kind but when she was cruel, she was cruel. Rin did not do things by half. He was frightened on Rin, she humiliated him – and enjoyed every second of it.

He wondered briefly why she would kiss him. He had seen many of her men she would take to her bed, always the most handsome and physically in shape. So why would she kiss someone who was so ugly and weak?

What he did not know was that Rin was also a skilled liar. She was honestly worried to let him out alone, who knows what type of person he would bump into? She was not stupid, he was beautiful - his delicate features were slightly feminine. Even is tri-colour hair was perfect. Yes he wasn't the tallest man, but somehow his height seemed to fit him, it made him more appealing. But he had the most striking eyes she had ever laid eyes on.

His eyes were a deep colour of amethyst. Never had she seen eyes the colour of amethyst. Rin doubted she would ever see them on another person again, his eyes were large and innocent, and his dark thick lashes framed them wonderfully. She knew luck was on her side when she found him abandoned and alone, young and easily trained. He would make her a large amount of money when he was old enough.

She couldn't help but be attracted to him, but she knew better than to allow her feelings to get the better of her. A kiss here and there was fine, but if she took things further with the teenager she knew she wouldn't be able to control herself again. And she couldn't let that happen.

The teenager still sat stiffly at the edge of the bed lost in his own thoughts, he had wondered what was taking his 'visitor' so long, but soon he began to forget about the situation he was in and started to wonder what life would be like if he left, a small smile crept across his face as he imagined a life that was happy. How he longed for that feeling, happiness. He was so absorbed in his thoughts he did not notice a man of about twenty years step into the room, closing the door behind him.

He pushed a few strands of his long white hair out of his eyes and looked at the teenager through his brown eyes. A grin spread over his handsome features.

"Good evening, Yugi."

Yugi was snapped back to reality when he heard the voice from the man, he turned his head to face him, his hands gripping the sheets below him slightly, he had been through this before, and he knew what was coming. The man had been here before, and compared to the others he was a nice break – but none the less he still didn't look forward to his visits.

"Katashi."

Katashi gestured towards the bed, "May I sit down?"

Yugi nodded his head; Katashi walked towards the bed and sat down on the bed beside Yugi, neither of them spoke for a few moments, both of them sat in silence. Yugi who was becoming rather uncomfortable with the silence decided to speak first.

"Katashi, would you like a drink of water?"

Katashi didn't answer at first but finally nodded his head no; he continued to stare directly at Yugi, waiting patiently for the teenager to look at him. Everytime he visited he barely looked at him, but this time he wanted to look into his eyes. He had always loved his eyes, but they were always so depressed, he longed to see happiness fill the large amethyst eyes. Finally Yugi looked at him.

"Yugi, why don't you look at me?" Yugi still remained quiet; Katashi thought for a moment, "Yugi… are you frightened of me?"

"No." Yugi whispered quietly, hoping Katashi would just get on with it; he refused to admit that after all this time he was still scared of him. He wasn't sure why exactly. Katashi had never been cruel to him, but somehow he always felt there was another side to him. A side he never wanted to have to see.

"Then why are you so quiet?"

Yugi didn't answer him, instead he looked down at the ground.

Katashi sighed, he knew that he wasn't going to hear the truth at this point in time; he pushed his hair back and leaned forward. He lifted Yugi's chin up when it began to fall back down, he looked into his eyes, his own eyes then looked him up and down, taking in his beauty, after he had finished filling his eyes he leaned closer to Yugi and kissed him.

It was only a light kiss, but Yugi's hands gripped the sheets tighter, fighting back the urge to move away.

Katashi parted from Yugi, his lips still only about an inch away from Yugi's, "You are beautiful," he breathed before he kissed Yugi lightly again.

Yugi frowned, why did he complement him like this? He hated it when people said this, he felt like they were making fun of him, teasing him. It wasn't his fault he was so ugly.

"Why are you frowning? Don't you believe me?"

Yugi didn't answer; he wasn't sure how he was meant to answer.

Katashi chuckled. He caressed his cheek, he wondered briefly if he truly understood how this night was different to every other night. The young teenager didn't respond to him much, not that he ever did. Tonight he seemed colder, maybe he did know, but he wanted to make sure.

"Yugi, you do understand what is happening tonight?"

Yugi nodded, not truly understanding why he would be asked this, they had met many times before, the same thing happened each time, why did he feel the need to have to ask him? "Yes." He finally said.

"So you know tonight will be different?"

Yugi moved to make himself more comfortable, "How?" He asked his confusion apparent in his voice.

He sighed in annoyance. "I see, Rin didn't inform you. Now that you are sixteen we can take things a step more tonight, do you understand?" Rin had promised she would inform him about tonight, he didn't want to be there to see how Yugi would first react to being told, encase he did not take it very well. He didn't want to worry Yugi tonight.

Yugi was silent, he realized what Katashi meant, and he was repulsed by the idea. Yes he was used to being hired out most nights and even though he had been doing this for over a year he had actually never properly had sex, not the way the older boys that lived here with him had. If he had thought about he would have realised that when any of the other boys turned sixteen they began to sleep with their clients. He recalled the other boys talking about it after their first time, and paled when he remembered some saying they thought it was painful and even sickening.

He had never wanted to flee more than that very moment, his stomach twisted and turned the more he thought about it. Why him? Why now? He wasn't ready. He was almost ready to beg Katashi to leave, but then the image of a brutal beating from Rin stopped him.

He tried to calm himself, telling himself that Katashi wasn't to scary compared to others. It started to work until he realised the others would want this too. He had to blink back tears that threatened to fall, the thought of some of them hovering over him almost made him sick.

Katashi saw the distress on Yugi's face, he wished there was some way to comfort him, but he knew there was no point in trying, Yugi was understandably anxious, but it was going to happen sooner or later and he knew other men would not care much for how he felt, and for his first night it would be better if it was with him.

He placed his hand on Yugi's causing him to look up and him, he could feel Yugi's hand shaking slightly under his. "Yugi, you have no need to fear what will happen tonight, and you have no need to fear me. Just relax. You'll enjoy it." Katashi smiled at him and leaned forward to kiss him.

Yugi did what was expected of him and kissed him back, he tried to block out his emotions, like his first few nights, after a while he found it easier but he never enjoyed it. He didn't think tonight would be any different.

Katashi deepened the kiss, his hands beginning to wander. He broke the kiss to lift Yugi's black t-shirt over his head; he dropped down on the floor beside the bed.

Yugi began to shake a little again, this alone he could deal with. He usually lost a few items of clothing, so this was nothing out of the ordinary, but he couldn't shake the fear of knowing what was going to follow.

He found himself lying on his back with Katashi hovering over him, he couldn't quite remember how long they had been like this for, or how they had got into this position, and soon Katashi broke their kiss again and began kissing his neck and shoulders instead, nipping and sucking lightly every now and again.

He closed his eyes, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but he still tried to block out all feeling, he wasn't really sure why but he refused to allow himself to enjoy it. It didn't feel right. He felt Katashi hot breath on his neck for a few moments before he felt hands trailing down his body reaching down for his belt. He jerked suddenly.

Katashi sat up looking down at him, "Just relax, everything will be fine."

Again Katashi moved down to kiss his neck, slowly moving down to his chest, and again his hands moved down to remove his belt.

"Don't, Katashi," Yugi pushed his hands away from him, praying he hadn't angered him too much.

"Yugi, I said relax. So relax." Katashi said trying to hide the irritation from his voice; Yugi did not miss it and started to panic. He didn't want to make him angry. "Yugi, I promise everything is going to be alright."

For the third time he tried to remove his belt, he understood he was nervous and probably a little shy but he was sixteen and this was expected from him. He had to learn.

Yet again Yugi pushed his hands away, he tried to push Katashi off him, he couldn't go through with it. He wanted it all to stop. Katashi started to push down on Yugi in an attempt to stop him moving so much.

Yugi felt him pushing down on him, "Get off of me!" Yugi desperately shouted, and as a wave of panic washed over him he did the first thing that came to mind - he kneed Katashi in the stomach forcing a cry of pain from Katashi, he rolled over to his side leaving Yugi free of his weight.

Yugi quickly scrambled off of his back and fell off the bed; he banged his elbow on the cold ground forcing a whimper of pain through his lips. He grabbed his t-shirt and ran to the window. He hastily blew out the candles and pushed the window open wide, he glanced back to see Katashi getting up off the bed, one hand clutching to were Yugi had kicked him, an angry scowl was on his face, his eyes burning with rage.

Yugi climbed up to the window and leaped out, it was the bottom floor so he didn't have far to fall. He then ran.

He didn't know where he was going; he just knew he had to go. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and he could hear it pounding in his ears too. He kept running into the night, he didn't look back to see if anyone was chasing him, he didn't dare to. He knew if he turned around and saw someone chasing him he would give up once common sense hit him. And he didn't want to give up, he wanted to be free, he wanted to be free of the hell he lived in.

His head screamed at him to stop and to think about what he was doing, but he was beyond all reason, he was following his heart now. A silent stream of tears were building in his eyes, clouding his vision. When they began to fall he didn't bother to wipe them away. It didn't matter anymore. He couldn't stop.

There was no going back now.

It's only the prologue so bare with me people; D. Hope it wasn't too disappointing. I'd love to hear what you think; I am doing this for all of you after all :)

- Heather