No, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, yet!

Chan: Look, before we start I am just saying, don't except any quick updates! I am only writing because I want to get this idea off my chest before it eats me alive! Besides, what's the point if I'm gonna rush chapters and not enjoy it? This probably isn't going to be that popular, but don't take my advice! Please read it any way! Tell me what you think! Even if it's bad! (Constructive criticism only! Stuff that will help me to write better in the future! (FLAMES ARE ONLY WRITTEN BY SADO LONERS WITH NOTHING ELSE TO DO!)

Yami: Why don't you think this won't be popular?

Chan: Because it's weird and I'm giving out the following warnings! Might be depressing to sensitive people, contains much angst and a character (or characters) uses self harm and develops eating disorders (mainly anorexia).

Yami: Oh, I see.

Chan: It's not like most of my other stories, but then again I think they're pretty unusual!

Yugi: when is it set?

Chan: hmmm…after battle city, probably before doom……All the Yami's have their own bodies though.

Yugi: Anything else?

Chan: Just one more thing! The first chapter is written in a mystery P.O.V. you have to read to find out whose it is!

Yami: Are you sure you aren't going to tell us?

Chan: Yep! It wouldn't it be a mystery if I told you…… (Voice fades out)

Please see me
Chapter one
Nothing new

Someone's P.O.V.

He was crying again today. But that's noting new. He got ignored by the one person he loves today. But that's nothing new either. The person he loves hit him today. That's definitely nothing new. I hate seeing him like this. It's tearing me apart inside. It always does.

"Come on." I whisper into his ear. "Please don't cry."

I feel like I should be the one crying. It's not fare that I have to be the strong brave one. There may be five thousand years age difference between us, but that really didn't make much difference. We are more or less the same height wise. He's skinner even though he kills himself down the gym every evening. He doesn't really eat that much and it's sometimes hard to tell how he uses up more energy, working out in the gym, or crying on his bed.

"Stop crying." I beg again. "It's not that bad."

"But it hurts so much though!" He wails into his pillow. I sigh slightly. I'm not all that sure whether he was referring to the pain in his cheek where he got hit and now has a massive bruise, or to the emotional pain of knowing who gave it to him.

Poor boy. I rubbed my fingers on his tense back muscles. His bones and muscles felt weird and almost spongy underneath his skin. He started whimpering as I brushed my hand over one aching area of skin after another.

"You really need to see a doctor." I muttered under my breath. He sat up fast. A bit too fast actually. So fast that he hurt his back and shrieked, clutching at a particularly bad area near his side.

"No!" he yelled, his voice getting high and panicky. "I'm not going to see a doctor! They'll only complain about me not eating much and tell me to stop going to the gym and say that I deliberately made myself ill and skinny and pushed my body too far." His tears were still flowing down his pale face. "It really isn't my fault that I never feel hungry and I'm always feeling light headed and I my body can't take much. I need to go down the gym!"

Had he really got things so twisted round in his head that he thought that there was actually some medical reason for him starving himself? Did he really believe that weight lifting and running and swimming and god only knows what else he did down the gym was doing his body good?

"You don't need to go down the gym." I told him carefully picking what words I use so I don't upset him anymore.

"Yes I do." He whispered, his voice cracking with tears. "He doesn't like it that I'm so weak."

My fists clenched at my sides. Why does everything always go back to that pathetic excuse for a human being? If he had been in the room at that moment I would have killed him with my own hands.

I looked back up at my other half. Because we are Yami and hikari, we can read each other's thoughts but I can never figure out what he sees in him. The boy who was sat in front of me was hardly recognisable from the person he once was. At that particular moment, he was wearing a lose, long-sleeved white t-shirt and pale blue jeans. Even his eyes aren't the same colour any more. He keeps wearing stupid coloured contact lenses in case he doesn't like his natural eye colour. I looked deep into his eyes.

"Brown." I muttered. "Like his?" he nodded smiling for the first time all evening.

"I think I might wear the blue ones tomorrow. I think he liked those." I smiled back at him and nodded kindly even though I hated having these convocations with him.

They weren't the worst sort I could have with him though. The ones I really hated most of all were the ones when he asked questions like: 'why doesn't he love me' 'what doesn't he like about me? I need to change it so he likes me.' And worst of all, 'what am I doing wrong?'

He had changed so much about himself; the way he dressed, the way he talked, the way he acted, even how brave he was. The only thing he hadn't changed about himself was his hair. It was the one thing he wanted to stay the same. But now, he had started to talk about maybe cutting it differently or dyeing it or something.

I managed to talk him out of it, but he really only agreed because he doesn't like arguing. He used to have a lot of confidence, but that was so long ago I'd almost forgotten what he was like back then. Now he would get scared all the time. That was strange too. He was scared of being alone and didn't even like it when he was alone in his room for ten minutes; he's started getting scared of the dark again! That's something that I know for a fact he wasn't even scared of when he was a baby.

He has to sleep with a light on and he can barely stand it when there's a power cut. If there ever is one, he has to have a torch with him all the time and stays as close to the candles as he can. He doesn't always sleep well at night because of the nightmares he has.

Right then he looked very tired. He had dark circles under his tear filled eyes and his eye lids were drooping. Just to prove my point; he yawned and lay back down.

"Are you going to sleep now?" I whispered so I didn't disturb him to much.

"I think so. It's getting quite late."

I wanted to show him the clock and shout out: No it isn't! But he doesn't like being shouted at, so instead I just put on a worried face.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. "Yes."

"But you didn't have anything to eat or drink before you left, are you sure you don't want me to get you some thing?" please say yes. Please eat something. I don't want you to feel sick!

"Can I have a glass of water? My throat's very sore." I sighed slightly. A glass of water wasn't going to help his strength at all.

He saw me sigh and seemed to take it as me being reluctant to get him his water.

"You don't have to if it's too much trouble!" he said quickly. "I can get it myself, but you did just offer and my back is hurting quite a bit, but it's alright! I'll get it." He started to move himself out of bed.

"Don't be ridiculous." I sighed, pushing him back down. I couldn't help but notice how light he was and how easy he was to push back. "It's no trouble at all. I was thinking of something else entirely when I sighed. I'll be back in a second."

Just as I reached the door, he spoke to me.

"You aren't going to be gone too long are you?" he sounded worried at the thought of being left alone.

"No. I'll be right back." I assured him.

"You won't turn the light off will you?" he getting more panicked now. I couldn't help but laugh slightly.

"Of course not! I know you like it left on." I spluttered.

"Please don't laugh at me." He begged quietly.

"Sorry. I didn't mean it." I smiled at him before leaving the room to go to the kitchen.

As I filled up the glass I got out of the cupboard and filled it with water, I allowed myself to cry as many tears from my eyes, as water drops coming from the tap.

"Why?" I murmured to my self. "Why, why, why does it have to be this way?"

I actually looked round me as though I was expecting the dishes on the draining board or the glass I was filling to answer me.

"It's not right that I should have to hold in my tears and he gets to cry whenever he wants!" with a sigh, I realised that I was actually blaming him for something that wasn't his fault at all and felt desperately ashamed. Brushing back tears, I turned off the tap and took a sip of the water so the glass didn't overflow.

I was just about to go back into his bedroom, when I got a very good idea. I quickly ducked into the bath room and opened the medicine cabinet. They were right on the top shelf so I had to climb up so I was nearly kneeling in the sink to reach them. I hadn't used them before, so I had to check the back to find out how many he'd need.

With a sigh, I ripped open the box, and dropped two of the sleeping tablets into the water. They started fizzing but I was pretty sure that by the time I got back into the room he would be so tired he would just drink it and then fall asleep. With a bit of luck.

Thankfully, I was right. He didn't even comment on the fizzing water or the fact that it must have had a weird taste.

"Make sure you drink all of it." He looked at me oddly, but did as he was told. The second he put the glass down and his head hit the pillow, he was asleep. Or so I thought. Just as I was leaving the room, he spoke to me again.

"Good night Yugi." He mumbled. "Do you think he'll love me tomorrow?" my breath caught in my throat a bit.

"Yes of course he will." I lied. "Good night Yami." And, leaving the light on, I shut his bedroom door and headed for my own room. Maybe he will love him tomorrow. And even if he doesn't, that's nothing new.

End Chapter
Chan: There it is. Like I said, don't expect lots of updates in the next week or something!

Yami; Oh…

Yugi: you said it Yami.

Yami: who do I love?

Chan: hmm…I know, but you will have to wait to find out who it is! Can any of my readers guess? If you can (and even if you can't) then RandR! (You get the next chapter dedicated to you if you guess right.)