Just Insane: Forewarning for the readers:

THIS IS YOAI. ALSO KNOWN AS SLASH.

Just Insane's Alter-Ego Betty: Wow... you really want them to know.

JI: *nod nod* Sure do. No reporting me now. ^_^ I love you all. Don't forget to review. Also.. one more warning.. Drug and alcohol use will be in this fic. It's not a happy fic. It will not have a happy ending. No waff either. Sorry. ^_^ Also! Jou is kinda OOC, but not extremely so. It's believable. *nod nod*

Betty: *cough*... Don't you need a disclaimer?

JI: *shakes head* They should know that I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh. Lol. And if I did... well, things would be different. ^_^ Ho ho ho. *cackle*

Betty: @_@...

JI: Okay... Enough . Time to get on with the fic.

Betty: *whispers* ...'bout time...

JI: O_o...

Giving In

**Will you, walk me
To the edge again
Shaking, lonely, and I am drinking again
Woke up tonight and no one's here with me
I'm giving in to you **

Jou felt numb as he dropped to his knees. A swift kick to his head knocked him quickly to the floor, where he stayed. His father spat at him and left the room muttering about how much Jou was shit.

Jou blinked slowly. He moved slightly, testing to see if he was hurt too much to move tonight. He'd done this before. Many, many times. It was disgusting, really, but he deserved it. His father was right. He was a piece of shit.

He sighed heavily, moving until his hands were near his chest, and pushed himself up. He saw a flash of white, but pushed it aside, forcing himself not to pass out. Jou sat on the ground for a few minutes before pushing himself to stand and walk slowly to the kitchen.

He noticed his dad was asleep ... passed out on the family room chair. Jou snorted and walked towards him, heading for the ciggarettes he kept in the drawer beside him. He pulled out three along with a lighter and walked back to the kitchen.

Jou opened the liquor cabinet to find a large array of hard liquor and shot glasses. He reached for two bottles of Jose Cuervo, not bothering with the shots, and shut the cabinet back up. He stared at the label. Highly Flammable.

Jou blinked and stared a second more before glancing over to his father, still passed out on the couch, mouth wide open and snoring loudly. He scoffed in disgust, and then placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit up. He glanced back at the alcohol. Highly Flammable. He twisted off the top and took a long swig. When he finished he looked back over to his father, who was still passed out.

He looked at the bottle.

Looked at his father.

Bottle.

Father ...

Bottle ...

'... Do it,' something whispered inside Jou.

With surprisingly little hesitation, Jou tipped the bottle over, spilling the contents onto the ground. He breathed his cigarette in deeply, exhaling through his nose. Jou watched as the alcohol pooled around his shoes. He cocked his head to the side watching the alcohol move slowly down the uneven floor. He blinked, then opened the liquor cabinet again and grabbed more bottles. Screwing off the tops, he'd take a good swig of each before walking into the family room where is father slept drunkenly, oblivious.

Jou poured alcohol all around the room, spilling around ten bottles in the end.

Jou silently walked back through the kitchen to his room. He grabbed a bag and shoved some tattered jeans in it along with a few shirts. Walking back into the kitchen, he pushed the two other cigarettes he had in his bag along with the few bottles left in the cabinet. He took one last drag of the cigarette he had in his mouth before taking in his hands and walking slowly into the family room with the last bottle of Jose Cuervo.

Jou looked one last time at his father and stuck his cigarette into his open mouth. His father didn't wake up. Jou twisted off the top to Jose Cuervo and poured it into the ash tray on the small table. He stopped and started to pour the bottle on his father's head, then, reconsidering where the cigarette should be, Jou picked it up and placed it back in his mouth. He re-lit it, and placed it in his father's hand, close to the tip.

'Still passed out ... pathetic,' Jou smirked idly; his eyes were almost void of any emotion.

His father snorted, hand suddenly flinging upwards but landing near the liquor-filled ash tray. It sparked, but the cigarette was put out. Jou frowned. Suddenly a flame burst up quickly, startling Jou. His sleeping father seemed unaffected, and Jou headed towards the front door, bag in hand.

'Now you wont have to deal with shit anymore ... father.'

And he walked out the door.

-_-_-_-

JI: ...Okay..

Betty: Did Jou just attempt murder?

JI: ... Yes.

Betty: ... Oh

JI: Chapter two coming soon. ^_^ Please review!

Betty: Har...

JI: G-Gomen Nasai blondchick14 and Jokid! I didn't realize I had received reviews so quickly! -_- If you see this, please review again! ^_^ Arigato!