(Authors Note PLEASE READ!) Hey Guy's! I know it's been SOOO long since i did anything with this account cuz my computer crashed. If you've read my first chapter of "Animate Mea", and you accualy want to read more, i won't be updateing that story until i finnish this one. This fanfic is a drak one. like, pitch black. it may not seem like it now but, just wait. later chapters WILL have a very messed up version of "yaoi" so dont like dont read! this is my first dark/yaoi fiction, so bare with me! Well.. enjoy this horrific story! heh heh, yea...

Broken

Summary

Something that has stopped working and/or beyond repair; this be the meaning of broken. Well, for other people, unlike me. I see humans break things all the time, toys, electronics, furniture, bones even. No matter how hard we try, it just seems we can't go on without damaging something in our lives… or as for my situation, someone. It's funny, actually, how people can go around joking about the corruption of others. I intend on changing this. Because honestly, the jokes are nothing compared to the real deal. And I'm living in it, or should I say, with it.

Ch. 1

(Ryou's POV.)

I rather cherished these moments of serenity, the way the music whispered sounds of peace in my ear, for they don't happen very often. My pale, skinny fingers danced along the row of black and white keys, playing out a softer, slower line of notes. It kept me in a cheerful mood in spite that he would most likely be home soon, for I had felt it. I sensed him nearing our apartment, within every step he took and every second that passed, came closer another nightmare for me. I watched my hands grow shaky at the thought of it, along with my breath that became uneven. The music frayed from its slow dance into a rapid rampage, mixed in with the increasing thumping of my heart. All the adrenaline spun around in my brain, followed by a head ache, though my fingers never left their quickening pace. The music amped up in my head causing my vision to blur and spin, I hate when he does this to me! My fingers went numb, the feeling slowly beginning to creep up my arms. Everything began to turn and twist, I couldn't breath… I can't…Take it! "AHHHHHHHHG!" I screamed, clamping my head with my hands. I exhaled and opened my wide eyes, now realizing I was no longer paralyzed. I glanced over my shoulder, as hearing the downstairs door slam shut. He was home.

I sat there for a moment, justifying that my alone time was over. I sighed silently to myself and stood up. I walked down the stairs, and into the kitchen area, were I found him searching in the fridge for a beer, like he hadn't had enough alcohol today. "Good Afternoon." I shakily greeted. The man looked up at me, a smirk appeared on his face, followed by a small giggle. "So tell me then," he said walking towards me, "what does make this day so good?" he stared at me, with his brown eyes that barely peaked through his white bangs. I held my breath not knowing how to react. "I mean, I wouldn't be calling it a "good day" if my darkness had taken control of my actions and caused me immense pain that lead to a high-pitched squeal of adrenaline." I stared at him, scared of what could be coming, but mostly that sinister smile that stopped my heart from beating. He chuckled once more. "Pathetic." I broke our eye contact and stared anywhere but at him though I couldn't escape his eyes burning into me. He let out a loud huff of annoyance. "Well, go start dinner and make yourself useful! He stood aside and pointed to the cooking area. I slowly coped to said place to do as he commanded.

It had taken a while, but I had finally made some type of dinner out of the little food we actually had. All I knew is that it had some kind of meat in it, that's all he ate, and if he didn't get what he wanted there'd be a price to pay. I placed the sizzling food into two plates, most of it onto his. Happy with the looks of it, I picked the platters up and set them down on the dark-wood dinning table. After doing so, I walked back to get the silver wear. I grabbed two forks and a knife. Though while I was in the middle of this, he had walked into the room. I watched him slump down into the wooden chair, take out his pocket knife, and stab the meat. I flinched, having unwanted memories come back. I shook my head and focused on the here and now. "Do you want… proper silver-" "No." he cut me off. "Ok." I said to myself, nearing the table to finally sit and eat. Though before anything I bowed my head and thanked the Lord for my dinner. I opened my eyes to what little I did hate to eat. 'It's something, at least…' I thought to myself as picking up the fork. I smiled in satisfaction of the juicy taste that melted in my mouth; I'd done good on this! I quickly ate another piece of the delicious meat, though chewed it slowly. I looked across the table at him. Even he seemed to be savoring it! A nightmare may not be so tonight! I smiled, still enjoying the food. What should I prepare tomorrow? I used up nearly every eatable source we currently had. I would be busy after school, so I couldn't go to the market for more supplies, and I had yet to finish my homework later. I sat in thought for a minute in a blank stare. 'Maybe… maybe I could ask him, to go…' I questioned silently.

"This is actually decent tasting." He said. I jerked at his comment. "Th- thank you." I said in surprise. He sat back into his chair and crossed his arms. "In fact, I'd like this for tomorrows supper." My entire body went frozen as my eyes went wide. Had he read my thoughts? "That's not a problem, is it?" his stare was beginning to intimidate me. "W-w-we don't h-have any more f-food." I stated. "So? Just go out and by more." Annoyance was creeping into his tone. "It's j-just I have a lot of homework a-and I'll be busy after school-" "And did you ask permission to go elsewhere than here?" He yelled as standing up from his seat. "What are you doing that your "too busy" to cook for me anyhow?" I sank into my seat as he stalked over to me. His arms were crossed, obviously wanting an answer. "Uh-uh, Yugi and I are working on a p-project for shc-" I was silenced by a slap to the face, yelping as he did so. "Is knowledge so much more important that eating a meal?" He took hold of my shirt collar. "What in hell did learning ever gain anybody anything?" "…A Collage degree?" I answered, though the minute I did I regretted it. "Are you giving me lip, boy?" He lifted me up close to his face, my feet dangling in the air. "No, no, no! That's not what I meant! I-I-I just-" "JUST NOTHING!" he hollered. I was thrown into the white tiled floor. My head banged against it, to later be stained by the blood that began to seep from my mouth. "Do you think it's funny, huh?" He snarled at me, yanking on my long white hair. I held my tears back; I wouldn't cry this time. "Answer me, boy!" he pulled harder on my mane. "N-No!" I had to clench my teeth together to prevent my crying. "Heh, since you seem to want to open your mouth… scream for me, hikari!" he stomped a foot onto the crease of my knee. This caused me to jerk up, screaming to the sky; he laughed at this. "Happy know, little one? I know I am!" he let out another diabolical giggle. My knee was beginning to lack circulation, causing it to go numb. He used his other leg to kick my side, making me shrivel in pain. I coughed up more blood as I collapsed to the floor. He let his grip loosen on my hair, letting my head fall too. "Look how stupid you are, those teachers don't seem to be doing their job well, in that case." He snickered. I couldn't help it, the tears escaped my eyes. He punched me hard in the gut, then again, and again, and again. I was, at this point, begging him to cease, but no pleading seemed to do any good. I tried to just trail my mind away from the situation, though the bruises were forming. I was going to black out from blood loss, but the kicks and punches had stopped.

I opened my eyes to see him, my darkness, towering over me. I hazily looked at him through my messy white bangs. Was he done? Was my nightmare over? He walked away, without anything being said. After I heard him march up the steps, I let out a sigh of relief. I could barely make out the room I was in, I was so dizzy. I needed to lie down. Though in immense soreness, I decided to just let myself slide against the wall and onto the stained tile. I groaned at the coldness of it, for it didn't help one bit.

Sleep conquered me, that is, until I faintly heard footsteps. They were getting louder; it wasn't over, I was wrong, I always am. I saw him come up to me again. He grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me onto my feet, just to be knocked down again by a kick to the shin. He let me dangle in distress from his grasp. "Tsk, tsk… how many times have I punished you for speaking back to me?" he asked. I gave no respond. "Clearly not enough!" I yelped as he twisted my wrist, then chaining both my hands with hand cuffs. He dragged me across the floor by the short length of chain between the cuffs. My knee's skidded as he did so, causing them to burn on the surface. He halted at an all too familiar closet door, and opened it. He yanked on the chain with such force to bring me to my feet. My voice cracked though he covered it with his dead cold hands. "Now tell me, little light, will this be the last time I have to lock you in here?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded yes. "Good then. See you at dinner." He shoved me into the small enclosure with a maniacal laughter. I banged my head into the far wall, causing me to fall the floor, landing on my back. I wanted to beg him to let me out. Though why would I waste my time on something that wouldn't happen? Instead I just rolled to my side and curled myself up, trying my best to get as comfortable as I could. This was hard to do with bound hands. I cried myself into slumber, silently thanking God that Bakura hadn't broken a bone.

MT: So... how'd i do?

Yami: *Horror face* ...What is WRONG with you?

MT: apperently something.

Yami: Your twisted!

MT: Just wait till later chapters. WAAHAHAHAHAAA! oh and by the way please R&R! after all, critisizim is an authors BFF!

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