Hello everyone! I am so so so so SO sorry for not updating for years. I've just been busy and lost interest in this franchise. I don't watch anime all that much anymore and my writing style is completely different from the time I wrote this to now, in 2018. So, here's a few things that's going to go on (for any of you who are still interested in this story). I already have it all written out and finished, I just need to publish the chapters. So, over this next week or so (probably won't take me that long) I'm going to upload all the chapters so I can get this over with. I'm sorry that I have to do it this way but we all know that after a few chapters I won't update anymore for a long while. It's better to just upload them all either tonight, tomorrow, the next day, however long it takes me to update. And, since I am better at writing, my style has changed at least, I am really sorry for all the bad grammar and bad sentence structures. I also apologize for anything that doesn't make any sense in this, I was younger and I didn't understand how blood and injuries worked. So, anyways, enjoy the rest of these chapters!

Chapter 17: A Promise To Be Kept

Yugi didn't know how long he had been sitting at that table. It had felt like weeks but in reality it had been only half an hour. Yugi felt tears form in his eyes but he forced them away. He didn't really have anything to do and he felt like he would be a nuance if he went to go see Yami. He didn't know why he felt like that, but he did.

Yugi watched as people walked up and down the busy sidewalks trying to get to places. The road was busy as well and there were traffic jams almost every other five minutes. He ignored all of this and pulled his sleeve up making sure no one saw him. He then stared at his scars and cuts feeling numb and depressed. He had a feeling that would be what he would be feeling for a long time.

"Yugi?" A familiar voice asked and Yugi's head shot up. He instantly recognized that voice. He saw Yami standing there looking at Yugi with a confused look. Yami walked over to Yugi and sat down next to him.

"Yami!" Yugi cried as tears formed in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Yami and pulled him into a tight hug. Yami hugged Yugi and rubbed Yugi's back.

"Is everything okay?" Yami asked softly and Yugi shook his head.

"No...it's not..." Yugi whispered as he pulled away from Yami and hid his arm. Yami looked over at the arm that Yugi was hiding behind his back.

"Yugi," Yami said softly and he noticed the tears streaming down Yugi's face. "Please Yugi." Yugi shook his head but Yami reached out and grabbed Yugi's arm. Yugi allowed Yami to pulled his arm and Yami sucked in a breath when he saw Yugi's arm and the cuts.

"Oh Yugi..." Yami whispered as he looked over the deep cuts. Yami pulled Yugi into a hug and held him close. "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there for you..."

"It isn't your fault..." Yugi whispered out as he hugged Yami. "I chose to do this to myself. It isn't your fault."

"When should you be going home?" Yami asked as he continued to hug Yugi.

"I don't know, at eight. But Yami?" Yugi said looking up at Yami with tears still streaming down his face. "I don't think we can see each other very often anymore. If my sister finds out..."

"I understand Yugi. Just promise me, that there will be a time when we see each other again. Please?" Yami whispered and Yugi nodded.

"I promise." Yugi replied and Yami gave Yugi a soft smile. He then kissed Yugi and the two stayed like that for about one minute until they broke apart.

They decided to spend the rest of their time together since this would be the last time they would see each other for a long time. They decided to make the most of it.

Yugi opened the front door and entered the house. He closed the door behind him and heard his sister talking to someone. She was probably on the phone. He quietly made his way up to the attic and walked over to the window. He watched as the sun slowly set behind the large buildings.

Tears formed in his eyes and he felt numb and depressed. His life was just messed up and he was sure that he would be too broken to fix soon if he continued staying there.

Two days had passed and it was Tuesday. One more day and his parents would return. His sister hadn't treated him any different. She had been acting like he was her personal slave not giving him any breaks. She would have him clean the house over night and do what she was to lazy to do over the day. He had barely gotten any sleep and he was beyond exhausted.

"Yugi! Come down here and clean the dishes!" His sister called from downstairs. Yugi let out a sad sigh as he made his way over to the door. He hadn't seen Yami since Saturday and without Yami, Yugi felt worse and worse as they days dragged on. He wasn't sure why he was still there anymore and he had thought about it over the nights as he cut his arms. Thought about just ending it all. But he had made a promise to Yami. A promise that he would see him again. And Yugi wasn't about to break that promise.

He made his way to the kitchen and proceeded to clean the dishes trying to block out his sisters annoying voice as she talked on the phone with someone Yugi didn't know. Probably a friend or a boyfriend.

Yugi finished cleaning the dishes half an hour later and his sister was still on the phone. She didn't need him at the moment so he went back up to the attic. He looked out the window and almost had a heart attack when he saw the sun was sinking low behind the buildings.

'Damn it! My parents...they'll be back tomorrow! What the hell am I going to do? They'll beat me pretty bad...they always do when they leave for a while and they also come back with a weapon. Who knows what they will use this time?' Yugi thought with panic. Tears formed in his eyes as he lay down on the mat that his parents called a bed. His sister called him soon after for his nightly cleaning of the house. Yugi forced the tears away as he made his way back downstairs. 'Sorry Yami, but I don't think I can see you again. My parents... I know they are bored of me now. So, they will probably kill me when they get home. I'm sorry.'