I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but if I did, I wouldn't have made 5Ds or Zexal. I would have also taken out Chumley from GX. I would have carried on with the original ;) No lemon, contains Puzzleshipping (YugixYami), Tendershipping (RyouxBakura), Bronzeshipping (MalikxMarik) and Puppyshipping (SetoxJoey)

After another painful day of school, Yugi staggered home, struggling for his legs to keep him up. The storm was heavy like as if the Gods were angry and wanting revenge. His face was swollen with black bruises all over his face. The pain was more excruciating as the rain pounded his face with fury and despair. Yugi's life was hell at his school, he had no friends, no parents and he doesn't even have a speck of hope hidden in his heart. Yugi Muto was a small boy who was only 153 cm in height (5'0"), his hair was black with crimson tips and golden-blonde bangs which dangled down. His eyes were like large amethysts, gleaming in the light, reflecting his innocence. Yugi is fifteen years old and lives with his grandpa in Tokyo, Japan.

Everyday in his school, he would usually get beaten up by the bullies. The bullies which ruined Yugi's life. Their malicious behaviour towards Yugi is intensely cruel. Sometimes, they would grab Yugi by his neck and pound their fists directly into his face! Sometimes, they would throw him on the floor, tie him up and watch him squirm as they come close to his body with a lit up match; threatening to burn him alive. Yugi could only endure so much agony before finally snapping, and by snapping I mean revenge. Brutal revenge.

He eventually returned home, tears soaking his face, hidden from the rainwater which trickled down his face. His gravity defying hair was now dropping down in defeat. His eyes were tightly shut, forcing back the tears. He took his shoes off and walked upstairs in a zig-zagged motion whilst trying to keep his balance. As soon as he reached his room, he collapsed on his bed, sobbing quietly to himself. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. Times like this made him want to commit suicide, although there was something from keeping him from doing that. Yugi had no idea what it was, but he trusted it.

Laying on the bed, he wondered what it would be like to be loved and liked by everyone around him. He doesn't have any friends around him which he could trust or like, they all stay cruel stuff to him and they violently attack him. The students at his school are like wild animals; ready to kill.

Hours passed and Yugi continued to mope around all day - just like he did every day. He hadn't eaten for two days because of his depression and he wouldn't have eaten longer than that, however his Grandpa made him eat. His Grandpa loved him to bits, but Yugi didn't see that. All Yugi saw was an old man with silvery-grey bangs of hair covered by an orange bandanna. His eyes were large and lilac coloured, just like Yugi's. Although Solomon, Yugi's Grandpa, had a warming smile, Yugi ignored it. He didn't know what happiness was, due to the fact that he's never experienced it.

Yugi's Grandpa walked into Yugi's room and noticed the tears dripping from his eyes and soaking the bed. He stood at the door with food in his hand for his beloved Grandson. He stood there silently for a moment waiting for Yugi to notice him standing there. Yugi turned around and noticed a presence stood at the door, he rubbed his eyes to clear them yet they were still filled with tears. His kept looking at the figure stood at the door and realised it was his Grandpa. "G-Grandpa?" Yugi asked, forcing his tears back.

"Yes, my boy. What's the matter?" He replied as he set the food down on the bedside table. He walked over to Yugi and put his hand over his shoulders and brought him closer to him whilst wiping away his tears.

"Nothing, Grandpa. I-I'm fine.."

"Yugi, you're crying."

"No, it's the... uh... rain, from outside."

"Yugi, you got in hours ago - it would have stopped by now."

Yugi dropped his head down even further and gave out a loud sigh before speaking, "I-I hate this school. I have no f-f-friends and everyone... everyone..." He broke out crying, tears washing down his face as horrible pictures flashed through his mind from the disgusting torture he had been put through for years. Solomon sat there, silently. "A-and the only re-reason for this is b-because I'm the K-King of G-Games... They... They call me a n-nerd and try to s-steal my deck..." Yugi looked up into his Grandpa's eyes before adding even more onto his speech, "I-It's hell... I c-can't take it a-anymore!" Yugi had finally finished and dropped out of Solomon's arms as he started to cry even further into the blankets, saturating it with water from his tears.

"Yugi...You should have told me before. I'm going to ring up the school."

"No! D-Don't... You'll make things w-worse."

"I can't just sit here and do nothing!"

"Y-You may as well. I don't want you t-to get hurt, G-Grandpa. People there a-are m-m-me-merciless... "

"What do you want to do about it then, my boy?"

"Die... I-I just want to... d-die..."

There was a silence in the room before Solomon got up off the bed, slowly and left the room. Closing the door behind him. He stared at the ground before he made his way down the stairs and to his laptop.

Solomon spent three hours on his laptop trying to find a new house, in a new city. Successfully, he managed to find a small home which had a shop in the front of it, two bedrooms, one kitchen, shop in the front, one dining room and one living room. Perfect. It didn't cost so much, so it was easy to move there. 'I hope Yugi doesn't have a problem here.' Solomon smiled to himself and congratulated as it was quite far away from his city in Tokyo right now. "Yugi, come down here for a moment would you?" Solomon asked, trying not to yell.

Holding back the tears, Yugi walked down the stairs being as light-footed as he could. Small sobs and sniffles were making their way out and he tried to prevent them from escaping, unfortunately he failed. Tears were sluggishly making their way down the young boy's face. He staggered into the room and sat down on the couch away from his Grandpa. Yugi nodded his head which signaled for Solomon to continue. "Yugi, I know how upset with the school and its students. So, I've decided for us to move house. I promise, you can have a say in this, Yugi. We're moving to Domino and you'll be going to a school there. I promise, everything will be fine." Solomon requested.

Yugi nodded his head hesitantly and picked up a tissue from the tissue box which sat next to him. He wiped his tears from his eyes and stood up. "...Okay..." He whispered, walking off to the bathroom. As soon as he reached the bathroom, he turned on the shower, setting the temperature to medium. He took his shirt off revealing his bare chest. For a small boy, he had quite a built up body. He then removed his trousers and stepped into the relaxing shower. He lifted his head and embraced the warm water which splashed along his frozen body. He cringed at the first couple of seconds, but then he got used to it. The cuts and bruises all over his body were really starting to get painful from being smashed by the water. He endured the pain and continued to engulf the shower water, relaxing his muscles.

About ten minutes later, he stepped out of the wonderfully enchanting shower feeling slightly happier and fresh. The blood from the cuts which he'd covered were gone, just leaving empty wounds. It was the weekend, so he could stay up longer practicing new dueling techniques and strategies, whilst creating an even stronger deck which would make him indestructible.

His Grandpa opened his door to check if he'd eaten, though the chances of that were slim. Just as he knew, the food was still sat on the plate, untouched and now cold and disgusting. "Yugi?" Solomon asked. This caused Yugi's head to quickly turn to his Grandpa when he heard his voice. He weakly smiled at his Grandpa in an attempt to make him happier, but his Grandpa just weakly smiled back and left the room, silently.

That night, Yugi was having an awful nightmare, he was tossing and turning, crying in his sleep and giving off agitated, low groans by which you could tell he wasn't happy. He woke up screaming and wailing "No! Please, don't!" which made his Grandpa burst into the room! He cradled Yugi in his arms, reassuring him that everything was fine and that it was all a nightmare.

"Yugi, we're moving on Sunday, get some more sleep, it's four in the morning." His Grandpa croaked.

"G-Grandpa..." He sobbed, "Don't go..."

"It's fine, everything's fine."

After a few minutes, Yugi fell back asleep and this time peacefully. Tears still flowing down his face. Solomon laid Yugi back down on his bed and tucked him in. He stroked his hair out of his face and went back into his room and fell asleep himself.

In the morning, Yugi woke up realising what had happened last night. He put his hands to his cheeks and felt how swollen they had become. He picked himself up and out of bed, going to the bathroom with his toothbrush. As he walked into the bathroom, he reached for the toothpaste and pressed it out of the tube. Doing all of this, he stared into the mirror, examining his crimson red cheeks from where the tears had soaked in.

A couple of minutes later, Yugi walked back into his room and started to pack up for tomorrow. Everything was packed, except one thing. He almost forgot to pack his deck and his duel disk! If he had forgotten that, he'd be rushing straight back. He walked over to his desk and picked up his deck, he also picked up his spare cards which he kept in his drawer. After everything was packed, he walked downstairs and put his suitcase in the living room for tomorrow. He looked at the clock which was directly above him and noticed it was ten. He quickly put some toast in the toaster and waited for it to pop back up. When it did, he spread butter all over the toast before taking a bite out of it. Like always, the toast was amazing. The warm, crusty bread was just stunningly delicious.

After his breakfast, he called out to Solomon "Hey, Grandpa, I'm going out for a little bit. See you soon." He didn't get a reply, but he knew that his Grandpa had heard him. He walked out of the door to the house and continued through the small town which was on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Yugi was causally strolling along in the forest when he heard strange footsteps behind him. His eyes grew wide with fear as he quickly turned around to see his worst nightmare. He was stood with four boys surrounding him, closing in on him, making him feel weak and tiny. Yugi couldn't run, because there were four of them, one at each side. "Well, well, well... Who do we have here?" One of them said, grinning. His eyes filled with excitement and rage.

"Looks like li'l Yugi to me." Another said, laughing hysterically and coming towards him with rope.

"Nope, more like a squirming rat!" One behind him chuckled.

One of the vicious boys charged straight up to Yugi, knocking him over! Another boy grabbed the rope and tied his legs up extremely tight, just so Yugi couldn't escape, not to forget his legs were all numb from the tightness of the rope. They also tied up his hands, finger by finger, wrist by wrist. By now, both his hands and his legs were red raw from the rope. He felt someone immensely heavy press their foot on him, squishing him to the ground. His lungs were getting crushed into the ground; making it difficult for Yugi to breathe.

His vision blurring slightly, he managed to see a figure come close to him with a knife. He pushed up Yugi's sleeve and dragged the knife along his arm, lightly, but hard enough to create a long trail of blood leading down it. Right now, Yugi was in tears. He was frightened. All he could do was wait for this chaos to end.

An hour later, the boys who were laughing at watching Yugi squirm, cry and squeal at the pain and terror, eventually left. He was covered in slits, bruises and blood. He hadn't been in as much agony as this. He was still tied up, but not that it mattered because he knew he was going to die, whether he committed suicide, or whether he bled to death.

His eyes were slowly drooping as the rain started to pour, the mud around him began to get slushy and liquidized. It was running through his hair and all over his body. His vision was blacking out as he started to fall into the dark abyss, slowly fading away into the shadows...