I know it took longer than I said it would and I'm sorry, I hope you enjoy none the less though.

I don't own Yugi or Yami or YuGiOh.


"Run!" He calls out to me. But there's something wrong. I can't move.

"I can't." I replied weakly. That man, he was going to have my ass for this one. I just looked at Yami, I didn't want him to see what my father was about to do to me. Before I knew it, he was right in front of me, looking down at me with his sick sadistic smirk.

'Not again, I can't take it anymore. '

He towered over me, he could smell my fear, it's what he thrives off of. I let out a small whimper as he moved closer. He was taunting me, he knew I didn't have the balls to do anything, I couldn't stand up to a man of his stature, I mean, look at me, I'm tiny, he could crush me with one finger. He knew he could do whatever he wanted to me, and I couldn't stop him.

"No! Don't hurt him!" I hear Yami yell from across the room. I couldn't live with myself if he got hurt because of me. My father turns around, I assume to face him. Be careful, please. Without warning that man who claims to be my father falls to his knees. I watch as Yami kicks him with force in the back of the head and he falls to the ground face first. Did he really just do it? My hero.

He pauses for a moment, I don't think he believes his own strength. "Lets go, Yugi." He says as he starts towards me. I'm ready to get out of here, I was ready years ago. I try to stand up, but I can't. I'm too scared, too hurt, too weak.

Damn, Why am I so weak?

"What's wrong? Are you alright?" Yami questions, his voice is full of concern. He reaches a hand towards me, I flinch. It's not because of you, Yami, I swear, it's out of habit. I hope you understand that. I can see how drawn back he is by my reaction. I'm sorry. "Come on." He whispers, a hint of hurt resides in his voice as he pulls me into his arms and into a standing position. I try to keep my balance on my own, but I can't, and I fall into him. "Yugi..."

He's disappointed in me I'm sure. He must think I'm so weak. Not that I can blame him. "I'm sorry, Yami, I can't." I hold on to him for dear life. He's so soft, he makes me feel so safe. I don't ever want to let go. Suddenly, I feel my feet lift off the ground and before I know it, he has me cradled in his arms. "Y-Yami?" I question. He's so strong too. I don't think there's anything about him I don't love.

"I'll carry you." He smiles. You don't have to carry me, just leave me here.

He carries me down the stairs and out the front door. I close my eyes and let my head rest between his arm and chest. He's so warm, I don't ever want this to end. I can hear my father from upstairs. My heart sinks, but I'll enjoy my time with Yami for a little while longer. All I want is to be with him.

It's cool outside and there's a soft breeze. Too bad the screaming from behind us destroys the peaceful setting. Then; bang. The sound of his gun.

He's used it before.

She spent a week in the hospital. It wasn't her fault. He was on a drunken rampage, granted, I don't think that man is ever sober. I don't know why she keeps going back to him. There's nothing there for her. He must have something being held over her. That's the only explanation that makes sense, no one in their right mind would want to deal with him.

I look up to see the blood dripping from Yami's shoulder. Dammit, this is all my fault. Why didn't you just leave me there? He looks down at me, is he smiling? Does he think that I can't see the pain behind his eyes. "Yami, are you alright?" I ask.

"I'm fine, aibou." He replies, choking back the pain. Aibou? Partner? My father, he's screaming at us. God, just shut up. Leave us alone. I just want a moment of peace. Please.

"Give me back my son!" He screams. Stop yelling, the neighbors will wonder whats going on again. Maybe not, they seem to be turning blind eyes these days. Still, how embarrassing. "I'll have the police on your ass so quickly-"

Yami cuts him off. Dammit, what are you doing. He has a fucking gun. "Oh right, because they're not going to think somethings up when they see how bruised up he is. Or when they go in your house to see how shitty his living conditions are. I'm not the bad guy for saving him." Thank you for saving me.

My father turns around and chuckles to himself before leaving us with his parting words. "You just wait, you'll pay for this." And he's right, I will pay for this. If he ever gets the chance to have his way with me again, I'll be dead, I know it.

Yami. You got hurt because of me. This is all my fault. "You should have just let him take me, I mean, the you wouldn't have gotten hurt." I glance at his shoulder again, it looks terrible.

"I'll never let you go back to that place." He replies. But why not? Why do you care so much? Sometimes, I wish you didn't. It only makes the fact that I love you even harder to deal with, knowing you don't feel the same.

We continue on our way to his house. I can't stop thinking about you, Yami. Why are you doing all this for me? Why did you call me your partner. I don't get you sometimes. I glance up at him, he's so focused, so determined, so sexy.

He sets me down on the couch. You know I hate being down here. "Would you like something to eat?" He asks. I do, but I don't want to eat your food, instead, I just shake my head no. He seems disappointed. He should know me better than that though.

"Can we go upstairs?" I ask and try to stand up. I managed to get to my feet before light headedness took me over once again. I had to use the arm of the couch for support. Dammit. I'm stronger than this.

"Do you need help?" He asks. I don't want to admit it, but I do. I grab his hand and wrap myself around his arm, leaning into him for support instead of the couch.

I love him so much.

I wish he didn't have to see me like this. 'One foot at a time.' We're almost at the stairs when I feel my left leg give out from under me. I stumble. Dammit. Thankfully, Yami's there to hold me up. He's always there for me. The stairs, this is the hard part, but he's right there next to me, I'll be alright.

The stairs took more out of me than I'd like to admit. I'm trying not to breath heave, but I can't help it. I just can't do it.

There's so many things I can't do.

It's then that Yami picks me up again. "What are you doing? I can do it by myself." I'm not trying to be mean, I just want to prove to him I'm not weak. Yami, however, stays silent.

He sets me down in the middle of the room, that's where I like to be, before taking a seat on his bed. He has his elbows rested on his knees and his forehead resting in the palms of his hands. "We need to have a talk."

What? What kind of talk? I know you're mad at me, but please, don't leave me. I feel my heart sink and I get light headed again. Shit, I can't stand up. Like a flash, there he was to catch me. To protect me. I can't hold it back anymore. I have to tell you.

"It's alright." He whispers into my ear. His arms are wrapped gently, but tightly around me. Before I know it he has me off the ground again. "Come lay down."

He carries me to his bed and lays me down. Lay with me, Yami. "Hey, I'll be right back, okay?" He places a hand on my cheek, for a minute I swear I can see love in his eyes. Why do you torture me? He draws back though, defeat written all over his face, he then turns to walk out the door.

I close my eyes and pretend he's still with me, "I love you." I whisper. He doesn't hear me though, he gone. That was my chance. I blew it.

It wasn't long before I could feel sleep consume me.


The snow was deep, but falling gently. There were a few trees scattered about. Other than that, the only thing that could be seen was white. The sky, the ground. I could hear a creek in the distance, but I couldn't see it. An owl screeched, protecting it's young, probably. They make such scary noises. It's so hard to breathe here, it feels like there's a ton of bricks on my chest. I try to stand up, but my extremities are numb, I can't move. I try to call for help, but my voice produces no words, just a dry whisper. I'm sure no one would answer my cries anyway.

I lay my head back down and stare into the white sky. The vultures are circling above me, waiting for my last breath. It's amazing how life works. When I die I become the nutrients that feed the soil, which in turn allows the grass to grow. Herbivores and omnivores eat the grass who are then fed on by the carnivores, then when they die, they become the nutrients that feed the soil. A cycle that never ends.

I feel a cold chill rush through my body as it becomes even harder to breathe. "I'll die here, wont I?" I whisper to myself and close my eyes.

"Don't think like that." I hear a voice say only a few seconds later. I open my eyes and there he is standing over me, smiling. I'd smile at you too, but I'm too cold. I can't move.

He bends down and pulls me into a sitting position. "I'll never let anything happen to you." He says as he wraps his gray jacket around me. It's so warm. I feel another shiver run through my body as he picks me up into his arms. His strong arms.

I can't help but fall asleep. He's so warm, and I feel so safe when I'm with him. I swear my eyes were only closed for a second. But when I opened them, I was back in that hell hole, laying on my tiny bed, his jacket still wrapped around me.

I thought you said you'd never let anything happen to me. You know this place, you know how awful my life is here. Come back, please. I sit up only to be greeted with my bedroom door swinging open.


I sat up in bed as quickly as I could, my heart pounding. Please don't hurt me again. I'm finally able to take a look at my surroundings. I'm not in that house, thank god. I sigh and laugh to myself. I'm haunted by that place in my dreams. Dammit.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He says as he sits next to me. It's a few seconds before I can completely calm down.

"How pathetic am I?" I question myself. I mean, really, how pathetic is it that I can't ignore the sounds of a closing door. I'm scared of every tiny movement.

"You're not-"

I'm going to cry again. Not again. "Look at me, I let myself get the shit beat out of me daily because I'm too afraid of being taken away from the only friend I have." It's true. I'm terrified that I'll never see him again. "I can't walk up the stairs without falling, I don't have any friends other than you. You're the only person who has ever showed any bit of concern for me. What kind of person doesn't have any friends. I mean, that's pathetic. I don't understand why you even put up with me... I'm glad you do though, I'd be dead if it wasn't for you... I love you, Yami."

I realize what I just said. He's going to hate me. . .


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