YuRi Shipper: Alright, alright. I know I promised Yuna/Rikku first… but I decided on a DoA fic first. Okay? Alright? Good.

Mr. Disclaimer: She owns nothing but the plot. Because YuRi Shipper sucks. ish knocked over the head with a frying pan

Warnings: Mentions of rape, drug use, use of alcohol and sex. This story is shoujo-ai/femmeslash/yuri based, so please, no flaming on the topic. Completely AU. If you're alright with all the aforementioned, please continue.

Broken

"Please stop, Daddy…" Tears rolled down the thirteen year old's red face as pain coursed through her body. The large man merely grunted a response, his spiky blonde hair blurring in front of the girl's eyes, as she went numb, slipping into a place of disbelief, hurt, betrayal and pain.

Earlier, at her mother's funeral, the little brunette had stood, completely sombre. Only she knew the truth – her father had beaten the woman to her death. There had been no accident… only Daddy, in all his glory.

And now here he was, stealing his own daughter's innocence.

"Please stop, Daddy, please…"

Five years later…

A car horn honked, the modern-day streets of Japan outside the eighteen year old's apartment window causing quite a fuss and ruckus. The smell of alcohol still hung heavily in the air, and its source was obvious. There lay the little girl from five years ago, though she was not so little anymore. Her mahogany locks were mussed, sticking out in all directions about her. The usually bright eyes of a bluish grey were closed as she lay in a drunken slumber, her mouth open slightly.

The door made a clicking sound, being pushed open with several agonizing squeaks. A pair of soft, brown leather boots blocked its path, though the person doing the door-opening squeezed inside anyway. A pale hand reached out, clicking on the lights while amber eyes scanned the immediate area, nose scrunching. Immediately, the twenty year old's orbs fell upon what had to be the most empty bottles of beer in one place that she'd ever seen before, lying across the floor of her friend. "Hitomi?"

A small groan was all that answered her, and the red-haired girl walked into the living room area, hands on her hips, attempting to look stern as her friend woke up. One look at the hell she was going through, however, and Kasumi couldn't keep the face, her expression softening as she knelt beside the smaller girl.

"Come on… let's get you to the bathroom before you're fully awake." Her voice was soft, almost musical. Of course, Hitomi was seeing none of that… she was barely seeing anything.

"Hmmm?"

She had been pulled to her feet, one arm about her waist to keep her stable as the brunette's best friend led her to a most-visited area of the tiny apartment – the washroom. Really, it wasn't fit to hold two people, with its tiny interior, but Kasumi didn't care… or, if she did, the woman pretended not to, one hand moving forwards to hold those locks of brown hair she loved so much out of the younger girl's face, the other hand rubbing across the other's back to soothe her.

As if on cue, Hitomi leaned forward and lost all substances she might've had in her stomach with a horrid retching sound. The redhead sighed, continuing her duties until the other had gotten sick three times, and seemed to be slowing down.

"You got drunk again, didn't you?" Well, it was asking for the obvious, but she figured she may as well try… and at least the girl with eye of blue was honest, nodding her head slowly as she cleaned herself up a little by the sink, taking care of her face and hands mainly. "Yes…"

"'Tomi-Ta, I really think… I think you should stop this. You need to." If only it was that easy. She'd started after the sexual abuse began, to ease her pain. Of course, at the young of sixteen, she'd moved away, or rather, ran away from home… three years of pure hell, pure torture, until she'd been able to break free… and come here, to her mother's homeland.

It was there she had met Kasumi, her future friend. Of course, at the time, she hadn't known that. She'd just been herself – minus the effects of the beatings, of the memories…

"Here." The redhead was speaking to her once more, placing a bottle in her hands. Tylenol…

With a weak smile, Hitomi allowed herself to take a couple pills, to rid herself of that pounding headache.

Stomach performing a flip-flop, the girl sat down, groaning. Was anything worth this grief? A sudden touch on her shoulders turned into warm embrace, breath on her neck as she felt her friend hug her from behind. "I just don't understand why you do it to yourself, Hitomi-chan…"

"Gomen nasai." Of course, she could not explain… no one knew. And, if she had her way about it, no one would.

YuRi Shipper: No, it's not long. What did you expect? It's a prologue, for Christ's sake people. -.- Well, R&R… also, I need pairing suggestions. XD I've got ideas… I was thinking either KasumixHitomi or LeiFangxHitomi… anywho, tell me your ideas, opinions, give me criticism… and remember, it's all AU. I'll try and update soon. Ja mata ne.