A/N: Um, this is a kind of random thing that I, once again, came up with while lying in bed sometime between eleven at night and two in the morning. Not good for my school schedule, but who cares about that anyway. I know I said that I was going to do that fic with Ryou and Bakura, and I will, but this decided to pop up first, so I thought I'd post it and see what ya'll thought. This first chapter is really short, but it's the only part of the fic that I've written so far that I've deemed satisfactory to be posted, so hopefully I'll get off my lazy butt and edit the rest. Please review!

Disclaimer: YuGiOh is not mine! I don't own Yugi or his yami! I don't like it very much, but that's the way it is!

Come Save Me

Chapter 1

Yugi just barely ducked as a punch was thrown at him, and he tried to scramble away, but a second caught him in the stomach and he doubled over, gasping. The hard fist then came up to meet his face, sending him stumbling backwards with a bloody nose. He could feel a bruise beginning to form on his cheek where he had been hit earlier.

"I'll teach you, you lil' runt," a man twice Yugi's size slurred as he raised his fist. Yugi threw his arms up to shield his face, backing up against the wall. The man suddenly stopped in mid-punch. He looked dazed for a few moments, hiccupped, then lurched forward and fell to the floor. After a few moments of tense silence, snoring could be heard.

Yugi dared to open one of his tightly-closed eyes to see why the punch had never come, then sank to his knees, an inaudible sigh of relief escaping him. He had gotten off relatively easy that time; the only plus about the man being drunk was that he was known to spontaneously black out.

Picking himself up, Yugi carefully edged around his uncle's still form, then limped upstairs and into the bathroom. As he did, he cursed himself mentally for not being more careful. Every night Yugi was supposed to make dinner, but that night he had been daydreaming and let the food burn. His uncle had been furious, not to mention drunk, and had once again found a reason to beat the teenager as he did almost every night.

The boy winced visibly as he looked at himself in the mirror. An enormous bruise was forming on his right cheek and partially dried blood was smeared across most of his face. Yugi sighed as he washed his face off and tried to think up an excuse for the bruise that he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to cover up completely. He came into school with bruises all the time, and his teachers were all worried about him, but Yugi never said anything about the abuse he suffered from his uncle. No one would believe him, Yugi always told himself, and then he would only get in more trouble.

He tiredly turned off the water, shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts. He still had homework to do, but all he wanted to do at that moment was sleep. He sighed, feeling exhausted, and in the back of his mind knowing that it was an exhaustion that sleep couldn't cure.

As he crept back to his room, Yugi checked downstairs to make sure that his uncle was still out cold, then opened and shut his door as quietly as he could. He didn't want that man to wake up anytime soon.

After trying at his math homework for all of twenty minutes, and not getting very far, Yugi sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"I hate math," he said absently, twirling his pencil around with his fingers. "It's so boring."

Giving up, the violet-eyed boy stuffed his half-done homework into his book bag, turned out the light, and crawled into bed, too tired to change his clothes. He didn't fall asleep instantly as he would have preferred, though. The same thing always happened when he was alone with his thoughts; he no longer had anything to distract him from the pain buried inside of him.

Complete hopelessness engulfed him, the sense that tomorrow would be exactly the same overwhelming him. He had these feelings all the time anymore, not just at night when his mind had nothing to occupy it. He became frightened as he lay alone in bed, a deep ache welling up inside of him that had been growing stronger and stronger as his life went on.

Tears began to course down his face. The small boy curled up under the covers, hugging the pillow tightly, and cried. He hated his life. He hated the man that had made his life so horrible, and hated the fact that he was never brave enough to do anything about it. He hated himself for always being so weak, just like his uncle said he was. But, more than anything, he hated always being alone. He was always, always alone.

Yugi hiccuped softly, staring out into the darkness of his room. "Please," he said to the blackness, starting the prayer that he said every night. "Please, someone, anyone," a soft sob escaped his lips, but he went on, "Please come save me."

A/N: Yeah, nice and angst-y-ish… something like that. Anyways, please review!