Hello everyone~ I am terribly excited to finally have this story return to my fanfiction account. And make it better and much nicer to read, I spent some time editing before uploading. Old readers, if you choose to re-read, I hope you like the editing and better writing, plus the extra details. And new readers, I do hope you like this.

PS: This is NOT yaoi. There are NO pairings in this fanfic.

Enjoy! :)

Voodoo Doll

Chapter 1

Drip. Drip. Drip.

That was the sound which echoed throughout the small, dingy, cold room. Grey walls were shrouded in darkness, the concrete floor discoloured from mold and grime, while cracks and holes littered the area. A broken down parking lot was what the room looked like, and replacing the concrete pillars were two, old, scratched wooden posts that held the aged ceiling up that seemed to be fighting to come down, bringing everything on top of it downward as well. Excluding the wooden stairs that led to a mysterious door at the top, there wasn't much décor in the room other than the listed construction pieces. The only thing that filled the place was a lone, wooden table that sat in the center of the room, along with a colourful, small form of some sort laying on top of it.

Yami clenched his eyes shut, his hands gripping the blanket that was wrapped loosely around him as sweat soaked his skin and slowly trailed down the side of his face. He breathed heavily, tossing back and forth while moonlight shone through the window and into the darkened room where his form laid.

Footsteps, the sound of heels tapping on the concrete was heard, and a black outline of a person walking menacingly towards the table was seen, soon followed by a tall body to match. A smirk was glued to this person's, a woman's, face as she walked, her thin, long fingers dragging across the table as she circled it with a shrewd smile, not taking her eyes off of the small body that laid hollow-like on the table. She stopped in front of it, and with a sly smile she dragged her index finger, her long, red painted nails, along the side of the tiny doll's pale face while its purple eyes stared blankly up at her.

Yami shivered, cold breeze suddenly flying past him and leaving a tingling feeling on his face. He gripped the blanket harder, and froze, his breath caught in his throat.

Her finger caressed the doll's arm softly as she picked it up, only to suddenly slash a sharp and quick cut across the arm with a small knife that she produced from the almost invisible pocket of her dress. The fabric separated easily and stuffing popped out of the opening.

Yami threw his head to the side, his teeth grinding together, and his eyes held shut tightly, refusing to open as a sharp pain rushed through his body, his arm throbbing dully.

The woman's soft chuckling grew louder as she caused cuts to rain down on the stuffed doll with multi-coloured hair. Arms, legs and chest held cuts, but not the face.

Never the face.

Searing pain made Yami's eyes shoot open, a scream bursting from his lips as he sat up in bed with a start. His arms and legs quivered, his entire body turning cold in just a matter of seconds. His clothes wetly stuck to his skin and he couldn't tell if it was just his sweat, or something else. Trembling he looked around his bedroom only to realise that it was still dark; too dark to see.

Throwing off the blanket he slowly got out of bed whilst trying to reduce his moans as he moved. He managed to get himself to sit on the edge of the bed, stopping only to hold his sides, his eyes clenched tightly as pain seared through him. Gasping, he forced himself to stand and continue to walk towards the bathroom that was thankfully in his room. Flipping the lights on and hissing when the light invaded his eyesight, he gently reopened them and stepped on to the cold, white, tiled floor. He had to see what was happening to him. He had to make sure, that it was only a dream. Walking shakily, he stopped and looked into the full-body mirror only to have his eyes widen, his breathing getting faster and heavier, coming out in sharp gasps.

Blood.

Blood soaked his clothes. There was so much blood that the red liquid was still seeping through his grey t-shirt, and looking at the fresh wounds on his neck, he unfortunately knew what had caused the blood bath on his skin. It was cuts. Cuts scattered all over his pale skin.

It was no dream.

She slowly picked up the doll, her grip tightening as her sneer turned into a mad, vengeful scowl. She ripped the doll's shirt off and gripped the knife tighter in her hands, and without hesitating she put the knife against the doll's chest, and wrote.

Yami suddenly gasped and fell to his knees, grabbing his chest as agonising pain shot through his body. Kneeling over he leaned against the mirror only to look down at his body and notice the blood that had begun to seep on to his shirt, painting his hand with the red liquid. Eyes widening, he quickly and hastily reached down and tugged off the shirt, pulling it over his head, only to be rooted to the ground in horror as soon as he took it off. The shirt dropped from his hands and on to the floor. Right there in the center of his chest, he stared at the blood written words that were carved into his skin with glistening eyes.

Don't tell.

Laughter erupted around the dark room, the knife falling from her pale, slender hands and landing on the floor with a clatter. She dropped the doll on the table without care as her sickening laughter shook her to her core, her head falling back as she cackled crazily. She stomped her feet, her chuckles slowly ceasing, and once they did, she turned back around to give the doll a final glance.

She smirked at the broken form triumphantly before turning around and walking away, more chortles leaving her lips as her footsteps once again echoed throughout the room. She left the doll where it was, leaving its glassy eyes to stare off into space with a smile on its face, its body remaining battered.

Yami blankly stared at the words in a trance. Feeling lightheaded and suddenly cold, his vision began to dim. His eyes flickered open and closed, the room spinning around him, all bathed in red, and before he could catch himself, he fell back on to the cold ground, his vision darkening until he saw nothing.

Thank you for reading~