Finding Light in the Darkness

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Pairing: Atemu x Yami. Don't like, don't read.

Warnings: AU(alternate universe), language, drug use and some violence/blood

Summary: Atemu is the typical school bully. One of his everyday targets is Yugi, who is too afraid to tell anyone about the constant beatings he receives. When Yugi's brother, Yami, finds out, he will know more about Atemu than he wanted to, discovering in the way Atemu's dark secret. Can he find the light that has been lost?

A/N: I know that I haven't update in a loooong time. For a moment I thought that you weren't liking this story very much so I lost interest in updating, but now... thank you so much for the reviews! I'm glad to know that you are actually liking this story. I have been trying to update it for a while, but apparently my inspiration decided to give itself some vacations. But I'm finally back!

Here's the third chapter!

Enjoy!

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"This is boring!" exclaimed Yami, looking through the window. He was in his room, doing nothing. He wasn't in school because of the suspension. "What am I supposed to do? Sit here all day?" he asked. A sigh came out of his lips. His grandpa said he didn't need any help in the shop, so that was the reason why Yami was bored.

It was way better to be listening to a teacher than looking out of a window. Or so he thought.

"I'm a nerd after all…" he whispered. He didn't like that word though. Yes, he had good grades, but… "I guess I can't deny it" he added. He already knew that the whole school thought of him as a 'study-freak'. That wasn't the case though. Yes, he did study everyday, but not 24/7, just a few minutes each day was enough for him.

He sighed suddenly. Thinking about school and studies only remind him even more of his current state. Bored because he got a suspension thanks to that... coward and heartless bully, Atemu Hikari. His fists clenched, while anger started building itself inside the teenager. Just thinking about that bastard made him want to... to... DO something. He didn't knew what though...

He stood up, leaving his place beside the window. He was bored, and sitting there like an idiot wasn't helping at all.

Maybe he should go for a walk. That could help him. He could clear his mind, and forget that...

"I'm missing school!" he exclaimed. Yes, forget about that. "Three days! That's way too much" He sighed. He could do nothing about it, right?

He turned around, no longer facing the window.

"Yes, a walk it is" he murmured.

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He opened his crimson eyes he when heard a strange noise. He looked up, towards the door of the basement. Faint sounds where coming from inside the house.

Confusion marked his face. Wasn't his father working already? Well, actually his father didn't work... at least not like a normal person. He knew very well that the man was a drug dealer. He was aware of this because sometimes his father forced him to go out on the streets to help him increasethe business. So yes, he had sold drug several times too.

But anyway, his father always disappeared in the mornings. He just liked to think that he was working like any other person. But, who knows? Maybe he was getting drunk somewhere...

The noises growing louder made him looked up again. He could swear the last noise had sound like something breaking.

He stayed in his 'bed', just listening. But just for a few more seconds.

He got up within a second, after hearing someone trying to open the door to his 'room'. Confusion plagued his mind even more.

Why would his father let him out? He was grounded after all, locked in that cold place for god knows how long.

The answer to this question came almost immediately.

He took an offensive position, when he heard voices that he definitely didn't knew.

The door finally opened, revealing a man, probably in his forties. He had black hair tied up in a ponytail and dark brown eyes.

"Who are you!" he demanded. The man just smirked.

"Look what I found! The rat's son!" the older one said. Instantly, two more men appeared. One had brown hair and brown eyes, and the other one had brown hair and black eyes. But only the first caught Atemu's attention. The man was surprisingly tall and muscular.

"What do you want?!" Atemu asked. He knew from the first second he saw them that he couldn't trust in them. Just the sight of them screamed 'trouble'.

"Oh, we just want to leave a message for your father" The black haired man said, while the muscular one got neared the teen. "And we want to leave it very clear" he added.

"Get away from me!" Atemu shouted, when the tall man grabbed his wrist and forced him to walk towards the stairs. "Stop this! Leave me alone!" the crimson-eyed said.

"Shut up! We're not leaving until we make sure that rat will understand our message... our last warning" The teen was confused now. Warning? What the hell was going on?

He tried to free himself from the strong grip on his wrist that was already cutting off his circulation. But when he saw they were going out of the house, he started kicking also.

"Let go, you bastard!" he demanded, using his free arm to try and punch the man. Not a smart move. All that he achieved, was to anger the man.

Within a second he found himself on the ground. The whole world was spinning around him. For a few seconds everything was a blur.

His vision slowly started to function again. Suddenly, a massive pain in his jaw made him clench his teeth. He knew now that the man had punch him... hard.

"Get up, you little slut!" Atemu was forcefully brought to his feet again.

"Slut, huh? That's a cute nickname for a whore like him" the man with the ponytail said.

Atemu was about to respond, when he was thrown against a wall. He hissed in pain, noticing now that they were in an alley. Great, what now?

"We should have our fun with him. He's actually a gorgeous kitten, don't you agree?" the other man said, the one with black eyes. The muscular man smirked. He took Atemu's chin in his hand.

"A dirty kitten. I'm sure the rat had his way with him already. Just look at the wound on his cheek. An original love-bite" he laughed, the other two doing the same soon.

"Shut up! Let me go!" Atemu said, starting to struggle again. This time, he received kicks and punches in his whole body. He choked back the screams that wanted to escape. He wouldn't show weakness.

Finally, after what seemed like years, the abuse stopped. For a second, he actually thought the men were gone. But suddenly, someone grabbed his chin forcefully. And then, something covered his lips.

His eyes went wide, when his mind screamed at him that he was being kissed, and not only that, but that his pants were leaving his body too.

And he struggled again, using all the force he had. But nothing happened.

The man with the ponytail ended the kiss, smirking down at the boy.

Then... Atemu did the only thing he could. He spit the man in front of him.

Definitely not a bright idea. Anger was the result. And that anger was expressed in the multiple punches that he received.

Six punches, seven punches.

Eight punches.

And his world went dark...

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Yami was bored. Walking through the streets wasn't helping at all. Seeing the cars passing to his right on the road had become a tedious routine already. Looking at the sky was... unoriginal. And looking at people... well, there wasn't a single soul near him.

He sighed. This was becoming really stressing.

For a quick second, he glanced towards the sidewalk that was on the other side of the road. Nothing interesting, just a person walking out of what appeared to be an alley. He was limping and apparently he was badly hurt too.

Yes, there was nothing interesting to...

He looked back in shock at the person. Realizing now the meaning of what he saw. Seeing a person in such a bad shape wasn't something normal, for god's sake!

He looked at both sides of the road. His idea of course was to cross it so he could reach the person.

He was already in the middle of the road when he looked again at the entrance of the alley. He froze for a couple of seconds, when he realize that he knew this person.

"Hikari?" he asked out loud, still not believing what he saw. Unconsciously, he started walking faster, wanting to reach the teen as soon as possible.

He was about two meters away when he stopped. Now, he could perfectly see the wounds and bruises that cover the boy's entire body, including his face. His hair, so similar to his own, was a complete mess. Yami also notice that he was still wearing the school uniform, which now was dirty and torn in some parts.

He decided then to end the distance between them. He knew already that Atemu wouldn't be happy to see him. But Atemu needed help, and even if he had hurt his brother, Yami just couldn't leave him there.

Finally, crimson eyes seemed to notice his presence.

"Just what I needed" the teen murmured with sarcasm. But the sarcasm ended suddenly, when he started coughing. And just that simple action hurt like hell. "Get the hell out of... my sight... you nerd" he said, taking deep breaths in between.

"You need help" Yami answered. He tried to help Atemu walk better, by putting an arm around his waist. But he was immediately pushed back.

"Don't touch me!" Atemu hissed.

"Stop being so stubborn! You need help and you know it!" Yami said, trying to control his anger. For a moment he just thought about leaving Atemu alone. But he denied this option in a second. He couldn't leave him alone in the state he was in. He could easily passed out at any moment.

"Certainly not from you!" After saying this, the crimson eyed teen tried to walk again. But then, his vision started to blur. He close his eyes and brace himself for the impact, but it never came. Instead, he found himself in someone's lap.

"This is completely humiliating" Atemu thought. He tried to get away from Yami, but he couldn't even move anymore.

"That's it, I'm calling an ambulance" he heard Yami whispering. His eyes shot open while his hand reach Yami's. He felt relieve when he easily took the nerd's cellphone, ending the call to the 911. "What are you doing! Give it back"

"You are not calling an ambulance, and I'm not going to an hospital!" he said. He couldn't go to that place. What if the doctor notice the marks on his arms? It was pretty obvious that they were cause by needles. Or what if... someone noticed the old bruises he have? They could suspect, therefore they will ask his father, and finally, he will get in deep trouble.

"You're badly hurt Hikari! Can't you see that?"

"Of course I can you bloody idiot! But get it through your 'oh so brilliant nerd head'... I'm not going to an hospital!" he shouted, trying to get away from Yami's lap. But again, the pain in his body forced him to stay still. "Damn it!" he cursed.

Yami stayed quiet for a few seconds. Why didn't Atemu want to go to an hospital? They could treat his wounds without problem there.

He sighed.

"Fine, I'll forget about the ambulance. You're coming with me, though. I have no choice but to help you with your wounds" he explained. Atemu rolled his eyes.

"You're such a pain in the ass, nerd. Just go away and leave me alone. I don't need your pity"

"Good, because pity is not what I'm giving you right now. I want to help that's all" He stood up, helping Atemu in the process. The crimson eyed boy stood shakily on his feet. He tried very hard to ignore the pain, not wanting Yami to see his weakness.

He suddenly felt an arm making his way around his waist. He wanted to protest, but this time he decided to stay silent. He couldn't walk on his own anyway.

He chose then to put his own arm around the other's shoulders. He hated himself for doing this, but he needed to be support by something if he wanted to walk.

"No matter how much you 'help' me, nerd... keep in mind that I still despise you and that brother of yours" Atemu announced. Yami sighed. He continued walking with Atemu limping by his side for about a minute, before answering.

"Despise is a strong word, Atemu" he said, using the other one's name for the first time.

"Perfect to describe what I feel towards you. And it's Hikari for you" he ordered.

Yami sighed again.

"Fine, whatever you say"

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Yami was sitting on the couch in the living room. He was studying. Had been doing it since about thirty minutes ago.

For a moment, he looked away from his book and to his left wrist, where his black watch was. It was three in the afternoon. His brother should arrive anytime now. He just hoped Yugi wouldn't freak out when he knew exactly who was in their house, sleeping soundly in Yami's bed.

The teenager sighed, massaging his temples with his hands. That morning had been quite stressful.

When he arrived home with Atemu, he had been met by his very surprised grandpa. After explaining to the man that Atemu was his classmate, they both went upstairs to the bathroom. He then proceeded to clean and bandage the wounds. He was lucky that they weren't a lot, since most of them were just superficial purple bruises. When he was at this, he tried his best to ignore Atemu's protests and sarcastic comments. He had been surprised though, when he noticed strange wounds on Atemu's arms. They seemed to be caused by needles. But he had dismissed the thought immediately, convincing himself that they were just wounds caused by whoever hurt Atemu hours ago.

Finally, when he was finished, he left the bathroom so that Atemu could take a shower. And of course he also let him borrow some of his clothes. With that done, he had taken Atemu to his room. And in just a few minutes, the crimson eyed teen had drifted into unconsciousness.

"Yami" The boy looked up when he heard his name. He found his grandpa there, holding a food tray. "Your classmate may be hungry" he explained. Yami nodded, standing up from his sit and leaving the Biology book on the couch.

"You're right, grandpa. Thanks" he said, taking the tray with his hands.

He walked then towards the stairs, reaching the second floor in a few seconds. When he was finally there, he search for his room.

He entered, walking towards the nightstand and leaving the tray there.

Yami looked at Atemu. He couldn't help but smile when he saw just how peaceful the other one looked. He was sleeping on his left side, hugging the pillow and snoring slightly. Yami had to admit that Atemu was... cute when he wasn't being a selfish bastard.

But too bad. He was sure the cute Atemu would disappear in a few seconds. After all, he had to wake the crimson eyed boy so he could eat something.

He raise his hand, reaching for Atemu's shoulder.

"Atemu wake up" he called, using again the boy's name. Atemu had already told him not to called him by his name, but honestly he could care less about what he said. "Wake up, you have to eat" he insisted, shaking the other one slightly. This time, he received an annoyed moan as an answer. Plus, Atemu hiding his face against the pillow.

"Atemu, wake up already!" he shouted then, patience gone.

"What the hell?" Finally an answer. Crimson eyes full of annoyance looked at Yami. "What do you want, nerd? To ruin my life with your presence again?" he asked. Yami rolled his eyes. For a moment he asked himself why did he even bothered helping Atemu.

Instead of answering, he took the tray, noticing then that he got Atemu's complete attention.

"Its food... you're supposed to eat it" Yami said. He prepared himself for another of Atemu's sarcastic remarks, but the only answer this time was the silence.

Yami felt confusion then, and decided to looked again at Atemu. He raised an eyebrow, when he saw that the crimson eyed teen was looking at the food as if it was... heaven? Well, he was hungry then...

"Here" he said, leaving the tray on the bed, on Atemu's lap. He stood there for a few seconds, before he noticed that Atemu was looking at him with an angry and maybe desperate expression. "What?" he asked.

"I don't like to eat while someone stares at me like a complete moron" he announced.

Yami sighed angrily, storming out of the room within a second.

Atemu didn't even wait for Yami to close the door. He couldn't take it anymore. Having food in front of him was a miracle.

So, in a few words, he started eating like a beast, throwing everything in his mouth at the same time. The grilled chicken, the smashed potatoes and the vegetables. Good lord, he was tasting glory.

He didn't knew that someone at the door was watching him with surprised eyes. Yami blinked several times. How could someone eat that fast?

The confusion change to worry. When was the last time Atemu ate? If he ate the day before he wouldn't be eating now in such a desperate way, right?

He bite his lip, glancing one last time at Atemu, before silently closing the door.

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After Atemu finished eating, he decided it was time to go. The wounds and bruises in his body still hurt, but not as much now. He was glad too that those men couldn't finish what they started. When he woke up, he had found himself alone in that alley, with his pants still in place. That had been a great surprise. But a great relieve too. Now he could walk without looking like a penguin or something similar.

He stood up, almost losing his balance at first. But then, when he saw that there was no danger of falling due to the pain, he took the food tray in his hands, and walked out of the room. He went down the stairs carefully.

And in a few seconds he found himself in the kitchen.

But he was not alone. He looked at the old man who was currently washing the dishes.

"Excuse me" he called. Yes, he was being polite. It just didn't feel right to be rude towards the man.

Yami's grandpa turned around, facing the teen.

"Hello there, how are you feeling?" the older man asked.

"Much better" Atemu answered. "I was wondering where can I put this" he added, looking at the tray in his hands.

"Here in the sink so I can wash it" the man said. Atemu nodded, walking towards the sink and leaving the tray there.

"I can wash it if you want" he offered. Yes, politeness, politeness. He was already getting tired of it. But he kept it up anyway.

"Oh no, that's fine, I'll do it"

"Ok then..." he stopped then. The idea had been to say a simple 'thank you', but of course, the two words didn't want to come out of Atemu's mouth. So the teen didn't force them out either. Instead he turned around, and walked out of the kitchen without saying another word to the man.

He searched for the door that would get him out of there, and found it almost immediately. Yes, he wasn't planning on telling Yami he was leaving. The other one would just guess it sooner or later.

But before he could open the door, something caught his attention, a small table at the entrance. There was a phone on that table and a small book. Just for curiosity, he opened it, feeling disappointed when he realize it was just an address book. He was about to close it, when a small detail caught his attention. There, written in blue ink were the words 'Yami's cellphone'. He smirked, looking at the number. He searched for a pen, finding one near the phone in a few seconds.

He definitely needed to have the nerd's cellphone. Why? Well, he would find a way to piss off the other through the phone. He had to admit he already liked to see Yami angry.

And yes, it was forbidden for him to use the phone, but he could take it for few minutes when his father wasn't looking.

So, after writing down the number, he walked to the door.

If his father was already home, he was in deep trouble.

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A/N: Finally chapter three is done! I know that there may be some grammar mistakes but I'm trying my best. Please bear with me. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter.