Hannah: "Hey you guys… This was a quick update! Lol! I'm back on a roll! WOOHOO!" clears throat "So anyways… I don't own Yu-gi-oh… Or maybe I do… Actually I don't… I just wish I did… Actually I wish I owned the world… That would be nice… Hmm… Have fun kids… And DON'T DO DRUGS! Actually… Do! HA!"

Yugi: "She's gone… Way gone… Long gone… Don't try to get her back…"

Malik: "Maybe we could suck her back with a vacuum cleaner…"

Tries to suck her back… Doesn't work… Insane laughter can be heard from the kingdom of Far, Far Away…

Yugi: "Like I said… She's long gone…"

Bakura runs after her

Bakura: "Baby! Come back! I didn't mean what I said!"

Bakura gets sucked up into the vacuum cleaner

Yugi: "Whoops…"

Tristan: "So what're we gonna do?"

Yami: "Eh… Just leave him in there…"

Everybody walks off. Faint screaming can be heard from inside the vacuum cleaner…

Chapter Eleven:

Joey looked at the clock next to the bed. It read two o-clock. Joey, quietly as possible, climbed out of the four-post bed and snuck down the hall of Kaiba mansion. He tip-toed past Mokuba's room, then Kaiba's. Joey crept down the winding staircase, through the living room, and to the front door. He turned the knob and-

"Whew! Made it!"

Joey closed the front door. It was raining… Hard.

"Damn! Could things get any more difficult?"

Joey pulled his blue school jacket tighter around his thin frame. He started out home. Joey passed through familiar alleyways and back roads. Just as he turned into another alley, a firm hand grabbed his wrist. Joey swung around. A thin and obviously drunk man smiled a lopsided smile at him.

"What do you want?" Asked Joey.

The man turned his head in an awkward way and his eyes grinned wildly at Joey.

"No… The question is, what do YOU want?"

Joey pulled his wrist irritatedly from the man's grip.

"I want to go home. Buzz off…"

The man just swung his head in another awkward position.

"What does your brain want? What does your brain need?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I've got it all…"

"You've got what!"

"This one will be on the house… But the next… You'll come back. They always do…"

And with that, the man stuffed something in Joey's hand and stalked off. Joey, completely confused and perturbed, looked down in his hand. There, in a small bag, was about a handful of a white substance. Joey just looked at it confused, until it dawned on him.

"Shit!"

Joey dropped the bag and stepped back. The crazy loon had given him drugs! And crack to be exact. Joey bent down and picked up the bag he dropped.

'That man gave me crack… And for free… No, Joey… No! Don't even! You don't need one more thing to screw up your already fucked life!'

Still… Joey slipped the bag of white powder into his pocket and headed home. When he got there his dad was standing outside the door. Joey gulped.

"Where have you been mutt?"

"No where… Just… Out with a friend."

Joey's dad game him a look that said: "I don't give a shit…" His dad came over and grabbed Joey by his hair and threw him inside. Joey slumped down against the wall and watched his dad's feet come closer and closer.

'Shit…. This isn't going to be pretty…'

Joey prepared himself for his dad. And sure enough, there it was. A blow to the stomach knocked the wind out of him. Then a kick to the head, sent his mind spiraling and his eyes go blurry.

"I'm gonna teach ya' how to respect your elders ya' son of a bitch…"

Joey felt himself being picked up by his jacket and being thrown on his bed. Joey looked up and tried to clear his eyes to see where his dad was and what he was going to do. No reason for that… He felt his dad yank down his pants and shove himself into Joey's arse. Joey yelped out in pain as his dad pumped in and out. Each time, causing more blood, more pain, and more screaming. Finally, his dad came. His father slapped Joey's face a couple of times, to put him in his place before laughing and leaving the room. Joey gingerly pulled his bloody jeans back up. His father and ripped Joey's shirt in the process and it lay in shreds on the floor. Joey carefully got up and went to his closet to find… All his clothes were bloody.

"Shit… Damn it… This sucks…"

Decidedly, Joey grabbed his book bag and shoved some bloody shirts and a pair of dirty jeans into his book bag, along with his deck and a picture of his sister. He grabbed his jacket off the floor and slipped it on over his bare, bruised chest. Joey headed out the door, nearly tripping over his passed out dad in the living room. Joey spit on him before running out the door, and out the apartment into the rain. Joey got to the park and threw his book bag under his tree.

"I guess I'll have to wait here till the rain let's up… Then maybe I'll crash at Yugi's place for a couple of days."

Joey shoved his hands into his coat pockets to find the bag of crack he had placed in there earlier.

'What if I… It wouldn't hurt… They say it makes your problems go away for a while… What the hell.'

Joey opened the bag and spilled some onto his drawing book he got out of his book bag. He'd never done drugs before, but he'd seem it done plenty of times; living in the ghetto and all. Joey arranged the foreign white powder in a line on his book.

"Shit… I don't have any straw or anything…"

Joey picked up a blade of grass and made it into a funnel. Then he placed one tip into his right nostril and the other on the end of the line of powder, and plugged his left nostril.

"Here goes…"

He moved the blade up the line while he sucked in air through his right nostril. The white powder went up his canal and straight to his brain. The feeling was uncomfortable. His nose felt weird and his eyes watered. But then came a feeling. A feeling like none he had ever felt. His brain felt like it was floating and all his problems seemed to float away. He felt like he could do anything. As the drug rushed through his system, he felt like he could fly. So this is what it felt like to get high huh? Joey liked it. He liked it a lot… It was something that he felt was… Right. Just… Right… He lay like that for a couple of minutes… Thirty minutes… Joey really couldn't tell which. But then, the good feeling was gone and he was left with a horrible taste in his mouth and feeling more depressed than before. What happened to that feeling? That really good feeling? He wanted to feel good again, so he did it again… And again… And again… Three lines… Four lines…

It was morning and his eyes were red and his brain was almost completely shut down. Joey didn't feel too well… Not too well at all. He felt something run down onto his lip. He wiped his hand across it to find blood. His nose was bleeding. His head felt so light, and his body hurt so much. Joey looked down to find his jacket off, discarded on the floor.

"Shit… I forgot I didn't have a shirt on…"

It was still raining and the heavy raindrops fell down on his already cold skin. What was happening to him? Joey grabbed for the bag to find it was empty… Joey tried to get up, but his limbs seemed to be dumb. Just then, he heard someone call out his name. His head swung up to see someone running towards him. Someone in a white trench coat.

"Seto?"

"What the hell are you doing you stupid mutt?"

"I don't… I…"

Then Joey blacked out.

Seto: blink blink "That was intense…"

Joey: Nods head, eyes wide as saucers…

A random reviewer walks by and hears some one yelling

Reviewer stares at a vacuum cleaner weirdly, before running off.