Hi there. I have loved Yu-Gi-Oh for the longest time and Puppyshipping, (Seto and Joey) is so cute! I have a problem with angst fanfiction (I love it more than most of my own family), and I wanted to make a story for Yu-Gi-Oh for a while and I was like, "Why naaat?" so here it is. I don't know if I want to make it into a story or just a oneshot, so please tell me what y'all want.

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Now to the story...

Three months.

Three months ago you stopped. Stopped talking to me, stopped looking at me- just stopped caring. Like a switch had been flipped and you became completely unrecognizable.

Two weeks ago.

I tried to tell you that Mokuba was coming over to visit, but you ignored me and threw a perfect stack of hundreds at me. Then when he came you smiled, the way you were so easily able to smile for him felt like a stab wound. But when you smiled at me and I saw the irritated look directed at me and only me, it hurt even more. Mokuba just smiled back, as bright as ever, and excused himself to the bathroom. The moment he was out of sight you dragged me to "our" room and hit me. No where visible, but it did hurt when I bent to pick up the broken dish you threw at me when Mokuba left the day after. It was the first time though, and the way you looked at me said that you regretted it with all your heart. If you even have one anymore. But the way you held me close to you, whispering apologies, gave me hope. That didn't last long though.

And yesterday.

I was lying in bed when I heard the front door slam. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was you. But you weren't alone. High-pitched giggles echoed through the halls, and with the loud clack of heels- a symphony of dying whales rang in my ear. I heard the moans that followed right next to my head. I tried to block it out. I put my hands over my ears, pushing with all the strength I had. It didn't matter though, I could still hear the muffled sounds. I sighed, releasing the air that was trapped in my chest. Pushing my hair away from my face, I tugged at the hair that my hands ran through. Hands that have become quite frail in the past months.

I couldn't take it anymore. I got up from "our" bed and walked down the stairs, through the large glass doors that led into the garden. I had always loved the garden, it was magnificent. You proposed to me here and told me that every single flower that was planted would never surpass my beauty. I should have known. You are a compulsive liar. Shaking those thoughts away from my head, I walked over to the ledge overlooking the abundance of rose bushes.

White. Pure white. Purity and innocence. Silence or secrecy. Reverence and humility.

You are no longer pure.

You were never innocent.

Yes you were silent.

Yes there were secrets.

But there was no respect.

And there was humility, but not on your part.

I stood there for who knows how long, when I heard the glass doors click open. I didn't have to turn my head to know the silent shuffling of feet was you. My body had long turned cold from the slight breeze and burned when you wrapped your arms around me. From the betrayal or the heat, I will never know. A sickly sweet perfume, sweat, and alcohol was your choice for the evening. Your long sleeve white shirt was rubbing on my arms to warm me up. I remained stiff until you brought your head to rest on my shoulder. Then I broke down and cried in your arms until I looked like a horrible, disgusting mess. I sobbed with no restraint, rubbing at my face until my eyes were red and swollen. I choked on every breath that had managed to pass my lips and tears were everywhere. You turned me around so you could properly hold me. But I just banged on your chest with clenched fists, trying to get away. You pulled me closer and stroked my hair, mumbling words until I calmed down.

But I still couldn't look you in the eyes. Your beautiful sapphire eyes.

You dragged me inside. There was no sign of whatever you brought in our house to soil our sheets. While you walked, I stumbled up the stairs into "our" room. I was shoved on the bed while you climbed over to the other side. You pulled me closer to you and grabbed my head to put it on your chest. I was still shaking from the cold and from crying. Your hands were everywhere rubbing circles into my skin trying to rid of the last remnants of the cold. You slowly pressed kisses into my hair and shushed me. I was so tired from everything it didn't take long for me to fall asleep.

With you still holding me.