"Perhaps it's impossible to wear an identity without becoming what you pretend to be."- Ender's Game By Orson Scott Card.

Here's some more for you, and to answer several (like two) inquiries as to why Yuugi? I see Yuugi as too happy and carefree to be what he pretends to be. I see him as a kind of jaded and incomprehensibly depressed character. But not everyone agrees apparently. And you don't have to. And you know, as to why not Ryou or Malik? Ryou is so always alone except for Bakura. We know he's always sad. And Malik, while fun to write, just wasn't the right one for this story in particular. And this is based on some rather personal experiences. So its my choice when it comes down to it. Sorry. Thanks for reviewing though!

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Bright lights mercilessly awoke the unconscious teen on the merry-go-round. Where? What? Oh. The memories of the past several hours ran through his head, from his suicide attempt to his passing out on the "wheelie" as the kid put it. Speak of the devil, where was the kid? He had seen Yuugi's arms bleeding and then… Yuugi had passed out. He lifted his head to look around, but found that that was a bit too much for him right then. He sighed as his head made a soft "thump" on the metal of his slowly rotating bed.

"Are you okay?" Oh, the little kid again… What was his name? He dredged his memory, but came up blank. He tried to speak, but his throat felt like it was cemented shut and his mouth had cotton in it. His feeble attempt at a nod was understood though.

"Cuz I can go get someone… You fell asleep for a few minutes. You sure?" He all but rushed through his little speech, and Yuugi watched with hooded and distant eyes. He contemplated his offer. To find someone… Someone who might see and then no understand… No. Better to let the kid think that he was just tired.

"Y…Yeah. I'm- I'm fine. Can you h-help me up?" He held out an arm to the kid to help him up. The kid hesitated to take his still bloodied arm, but he did none the less.

"Thanks…" He left it open ended so that he could get the kid's name.

"Kiarou."

"Thanks Kiarou, and I hope to see you again." He stiffly got to his feet and stood swaying with the wind. He took an experimental step with numb feet, but found that he managed to stay upright. He turned to Kiarou and waved a little before walking down the path to get out of the park. His hair was still damp, giving him a bit of a chill as he walked. When you have a small frame as is and add in the blood loss, he didn't have a lot going for him in the warmth department. He wrapped his sore and bleeding arms around his middle, the blood seeping into his shirt making a sticky, smelly mess. He didn't pay much attention to his state of being though. He didn't pay much attention to anything right then.

His thoughts were centered around what the kid – Kiarou- had said. Maybe he was right. Maybe Yuugi could be the one that gave other people hope. The kind of hope that would keep them alive. Be something to others that others had never been to him. A friend… Someone to listen to them as they… Nah. He didn't need other people's problems as well as his own.

Maybe that was why he never burdened others with his problems. He never wanted to make tham feel bad for something they had no control over. But then again, why then would he still listen to all of their problems when they came to him with them?

Hell, he even listened to the bullies when they talked to each other as they beat him to a sad and broken pulp.

How pathetic.

He stopped, fighting a moment of dizzy nauseousness. The world seemed to grow dim, and even the sounds were far away. He felt someone- something?- call to him.

Yuugi…

What?

What is that?

He was so caught up in his inner searching that he didn't notice the usual bullies gather behind him, blocking him from the view of the other park-goers. They snickered as they saw that their prey wasn't even aware that they were there.

"Hey, Shrimp! Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?" Asked the leader of the group, smacking Yuugi upside the head. Yuugi sputtered for a second and tried to keep standing. But the small slap was all it took to send his weakend body to the ground.

"Hey, I didn't even hit you! Stupid wimp." He sniggered at this truly clever statement, and his friends grabbed Yuugi under his armpits, lifting him so that they could move "somewhere more secluded". What did they want to do, make out with him? Asked the cynical side of his mind. No, just beat the shit outta me.

They approached an ally and tossed him to the ground therein. He caught himself before he could smack his head on the ground, but there was nothing he could do about his shoulder slamming into the dirty, trash filled ally floor. He cried out softly, as his throat was still cemented shut.

"Listen to the wimp!" They all laughed and jeered at his prone and gasping form. His disheveled and damp hair, sunken amethyst eyes, paler than normal skin. The leader went to grab Yuugi by the front of his shirt, but instead Yuugi threw up his arm in a natural defense. He realized to late that this would result in more pain than the shirt grabbing would have.

Oops.

The bully grabbed his forearm in his big hands and squeezed just enough to , for a normal, unhurt person, be uncomfortable. But for someone with huge gashes on their arms, this became a serious screaming matter. And so Yuugi did just that

Screamed bloody murder.

He could actually feel the tenuous scab break and the skin sever as it was trying to heal. He could feel the muscles he had sliced through scream in agonizing, blinding pain as they were gripped hard enough to bruise already bruised and broken skin. He felt the tendons and veins twist and writhe. It was more terrible than can be described as of present.

The bully was startled into letting go as he watched the smaller teen scream in an unending scream of absolute pain. He brought his hand to his face as in the dim light of the ally he noticed something. Yuugi was covered in blood. And his hands were coated in the sticky substance too. Yuugi finally stopped screaming and was reduced to curling into a fetal position and crying softly.

By GOD that HURT!

His overloaded senses finally overpowered his brain, sending him into unconsciousness once more. The bullies gathered around to find out what had hurt the boy so badly as to make him scream like that.

They picked up a limp arm, dripping blood from the soaked bandages.

"What the hell happened to this fucker?" Asked one of them, as he inspected the other arm. "They're both like that!" Upon further inspection, they decide to unwrap one, what could it hurt? They were curious. The leader carefully unwrapped the blood-soaked bandage from Yuugi's arm and almost hurled when he saw what had happened.

"Holy crap. This fucker must have either been the loser of a knife fight, or he did this himself." They all looked at each other, slightly uncomfortable to know that they were standing over a guy that had tried to kill himself.

"Why'd he do that?" Asked a slower one. They all looked uncomfortably around their circle. Maybe they had driven him to…

"I think he really needs some help. We should pro'lly get him to the hospital."

"And risk them thinking it was us you idiot?"

"Well, then lets at least drag him somewhere he might be able to get help, y'know?" They all looked at each other before nodding their assent. They would take him to the park again, and leave him on a bench to be noticed by someone else.

It wasn't like any of them actually cared.

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And there we end it because I haven't got any inspiration left. My plan was to make the bullies think that they had driven him to suicide, and that he was seriously wrong in the head and leave him be for a while. I'm setting it up so that Yuugi can discover some stuff and do some stuff. Anyways…

R&R?

Thanks.