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Chapter 1

Hey, everyone. I know I haven't written anything in a while, but life's kinda been cruddy lately.

Anyway, I've been watching Yugioh 5D's lately, so of course I had to write a depressing fanfic about it.

(TRIGGER WARNINGS: SELF-HARM)

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Yusei stared down at the small object in his hands. He wanted to throw the wretched thing away, but he couldn't. He held it up to the moonlight that shone through the window of the abandoned building he was in. The sharp metal surface glistened. Slowly, he rolled up one of the legs of his pants, revealing a pattern of lines all over his leg. He brought his knife to the skin. Allowing his cool façade to fall, he began to cry. Then he quickly dragged the blade across his leg, leaving a deep gash behind. He repeated the motion a few times before taking an old rag out of his pocket. He held it against the wounds until they stopped bleeding. After quickly wrapping a bandage around his leg and rolling his pants back down, the duelist stood.

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The next day, as he was walking down the street, he suddenly tripped on a bag that had been left on the ground. Unable, to regain his balance, Yusei fell. With a sigh, he stood back up, but cursed once he realized a few of his cuts had reopened and blood was now seeping through his pants. He then continued walking to find a place to re-bandage his wounds. As he was about to enter an empty alleyway, he heard something.

"Oy, Yusei," a voice called.

The duelist turned to see Jack Atlas standing a few feet away.

"Jack," Yusei acknowledged.

"You're bleeding," he pointed out.

"I know," Yusei replied.

"You need to treat your wound," Jack told him.

"That's what I was going to do," Yusei said.

Suddenly, Jack grabbed Yusei's arm and started dragging him away.

"What are you doing?" Yusei asked.

"You can't treat a wound in a dirty alleyway," Jack told him. "It'll get infected."

Yusei pulled his arm out of Jack's grasp.

"I'm not stupid. I know how to keep a wound from getting infected," Yusei said, a little annoyance finding its way into his voice.

Jack sighed as he grabbed Yusei's arm again.

"Just accept my help," Jack ordered.

Jack then continued dragging him toward their destination with Yusei struggling to get away. However, Jack simply tightened his grip, preventing the other duelist from doing so. Eventually, Yusei gave up.

"Where are you dragging me?" he questioned.

"My apartment. I have a first-aid kit," Jack answered.

After realizing that Jack meant he was going to treat his wound, and thus see the cuts, Yusei froze.

"Let go of my arm," he told Jack.

"Stop whining," Jack ordered. "You can't ride a D-wheel with an injured leg."

"I just fell and scraped my knee," Yusei half-lied. "It's not going to stop me from dueling."

"That's a lot of blood for a scraped knee," Jack pointed out.

Despite Yusei's continued protests, Jack eventually dragged him into his apartment. He made Yusei sit on the couch while he retrieved the first aid kit. Upon his return, Jack tried to roll up Yusei's pants, causing Yusei to struggle again.

"No!" Yusei yelled at him.

Jack sighed in annoyance.

"Are you five years old?" he asked angrily. "Stop complaining."

Before Yusei could stop him, Jack rolled up his pants.

"What the hell…?" he said as he found that Yusei's leg was covered in bloody bandages.

Jack removed the bandages and froze when he saw the deep cuts hiding behind them.

"Yusei…," Jack trailed off.

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Just for the record, I know that there was the scene in the jail where you could see that Yusei didn't really have scars, but this is a Fanfiction, so…

Also, I had him cut his legs because he wouldn't want anyone to find out and it's easier to hide scars on your legs than your wrists.

Well, that was chapter one.