Disclaimer: I do not own yugioh, please enjoy.

Warning: character death

If only she had known how wrong her statement was...

We drove around trying to find an orphanage. Just one was all I needed, just one. For hours she searched the city, trying to find somewhere for me to live and grow. She thought about placing me on someone's doorsteps and hoping for the best but so many things could go wrong. The people could end up trying to give me away to someone else and then I would be in the same situation I was already in. They could just leave me on the doorsteps and pretend not to know about me being there and let me die outside. They could take me in but they could still end up being mean or abusive or just terrible parents. Ironically all of these possibilities were better then what really happened.

She took me all the way around town looking and finally she stumbled upon something. It was a small house in the middle of nowhere on an abandoned dirt road. Garbage was surrounding the house spilling out of various overflowing bags. The smell was completely awful. Graffiti littered the entire house, it was impossible to tell what the real color of the house was. Even the roof was covered in bright neon paint. The only part of the house not covered in graffiti was the door. It was a simple white door with strange holes in it. I would later find out that those were bullet holes. I would become quite familiar with the small round holes over the next few years.

Written in black sharpie on the door was adoption. The d and the p were backwards and the entire word was slanted and sloppily written but it was the only option. There were no other adoption centers in town. I would find out late in life that this place ironically wasn't even a real adoption center. Although, that should have been obvious enough in the beginning. Guess it wasn't.

She rushed up to the door with me in her arms and knocked on it, gently rocking me. There was loud music coming from the other side of the door and screaming and curses that I would also later find out was not part of the music. I wonder if the nurse knew all these things as she stood at the door? I wonder if she knew those were bullet holes. I wonder if she knew this wasn't a real orphanage. I wonder if she knew that those screams weren't just music. I think she did know. But I don't really think she cared.

It took a while for the door to open. When it finally did a large man was standing at the door. As he opened the door the music the screaming and the cursing grew louder. He had red hair in a bob around his head with bangs hanging over narrowed gray eyes. His skin was fair and his nose had white powder on it. I would later find out that it was cocaine and that it was quite common in the building in front of me.

In his hand that wasn't holding the door open there was another substance that was common inside the house, a bottle of liquor that was already half empty. His tank-top should've been washed months ago and it was turning gray from the dirt. His blue jeans were low on his waist and there were too many stains to count. Some looked suspiciously like blood. He swayed slightly as he stood at the door glaring at the two of us as we just stood there. Stood there in front of what would soon become my own personal definition of hell.

"What?" He asked in a drunken slur. He wiped the white powder from his nose and raised the bottle to his lips before taking a long drink, almost draining the other half of the bottle. He stared at the pair waiting for a reply but Sarah seemed to be at a loss for words as she stared at the man in front of her. That made the man mad as he growled at her.

"I said what do you-" he stopped, suddenly noticing the baby in the nurse's arms. His eyes widened and then narrowed as a slow evil smile came to his face, taking up his entire lower face. All his black crooked teeth (the ones he had left at least) were on complete display as he stared at the baby boy. The newborn simply blinked up at him with huge amethyst eyes, not knowing what danger stood right in front of him. "Who is this little guy you have here?" He reached out for him with a grimy hands to grab the boy but the nurse quickly flinched back, pulling the baby with her.

His glare returned towards her. "Give him to me." He growled. She quickly shook her head no, backing away another step from the door. She turned around, about to run away from the house and the man but he reached out and grabbed the long ponytail her hair was in. He pulled it and swung her around, slamming her back into the side of the house. He came around, facing her looking down at her as she slid down to her knees trying to shrink herself in fear. His hand still held her hair and he gave it a sharp painful tug.

"Give him to me." He growled and she quickly held up the baby to him who was still clad in only his blue blanket. He smirked and grabbed the child in his arms before glaring at the nurse again. "Now you listen here. You're going to leave and you're not gonna come back or tell the cops. If you do I'll find you and I'll put a bullet through ya." The man lifted the side of his graying tank-top to show the black gun sitting in his waistband underneath. The nurse quickly nodded and got up, running to her car and not giving a second thought to the baby she left behind.

She quickly got in the car and drove away, eager to escape this psychopath. Now the man turned to the baby in his arms with his devious eyes. He looked into the deep amethyst eyes and chuckled. "We're going to have a fun time! Let's introduce you to my friends shall we?" The man walked back into the room and closed the door.

The hall they walked down was once again covered in graffiti. There were two light bulbs hanging by cords from their sockets and only one was on. Finally the hall opened up into a living room. There was a cough in the middle of the room with red and white stains on it. A coffee table sat in front of it littered with beer bottles an overflowing ash tray and more white powder. There was almost no light in the room and there was the weirdest smell to the place. I would later find out that the smell was marijuana and that it the whole house always smelled like that. To the right there was a kitchen. In front and to the left were hallways. "Raphael! Valon! Get in here!"

I sat there in the man's arms not knowing what dangers awaited me. The man looked greedily at me as he called his friends and then waited for them to arrive. He leaned down and put his lips over mine. His breath was terrible with all the booze in it but he held his mouth there on mine. I don't know why I wasn't crying by then, I should've been crying my eyes out in my situation. But I guess I was obedient to them even back then. It felt like eternity before he removed his lips.

"What the hell do ya want Alister?" someone sudden said in an Australian accent. Out of the hall in front of the two boys suddenly came a guy with spiky brown hair that stuck up in every direction and piercing blue eyes. He had no shirt on and he was buttoning his pants as he came down the hall. His chest was filled to the brim with scar after scar and tattoo after tattoo. He glared at Alister but as soon as he saw the baby in his arms his face broke out into a wide grin. "Who do we have here? One of the bitches finally get knocked up?"

"Please! You know leader would kill any girl who got pregnant. Besides we all wrap it up. This bitch brought him here thinking this was an actual orphanage. Can you believe that shit!"

"You're shitting me right?" The two turned to the left to see Raphael coming out of the hallway. Tattoos completely covered his arms and unlike Valon he came out with a shirt on. His pants looked like they should've been washed a month ago. He looked down at the newborn baby with the same evil and greedy expression as his friends. "So what do you guys want to do with the little cutie?"

Alister put me in a sitting position on the couch and began opening his belt along with the other boys who were taking their pants off too. "I say" Valon said "we see how wide that little baby's mouth can stretch." He said, poking my face with the tent that was forming in his boxer briefs.

"I say we see how wide his ass stretches." Raphael said turning me around on the couch and lifting up the bottom of the blanket that was covering the baby's bare skin.

"I say we do both at once!" Alister said, finally getting his pants and boxers down as the three moved in on me. I never did cry but I looked up at them with fear in my big amethyst eyes, scared for what these men were about to do to me.

"What the hell are you three clowns doing?" The three boys automatically grabbed and pulled up their pants before turning around to see leader. He was standing at the kitchen entrance staring at the scene before him.

Even now I can remember what leader looked like. I can remember the fear of having to work for him. He was tall, easily seven feet. He had a thick burly build with muscles as far as the eye could see lining his body. He had green spiky hair and just underneath the green spiky hair sat two tiny brown eyes that glared at the three men who were stuttering trying to find an excuse for what they were doing. Years later I would find out that his name was Ushio but even now I can't bring myself to call him that. The only things I can call him are leader and master.

"Leader! We were just um..." Valon quickly fell silent when he saw the look in the leader's eyes. The man walked over to the group and looked down at me, the newborn baby that the three men would've ruined if he hadn't walked when he did. Ushio looked down at the innocence in my big amethyst eyes and made his decision. He wanted me. He wanted to break me, to make me cry and bleed and squirm.

"He" Ushio said pointing to me "will be my boy when he gets a little bit older. Till then you three train him but nobody better take him. He better be a virgin when you bring him to me. Understand?" All three men nodded in understanding.

Looking back at the situation it could've been worse. Being leader's boy meant that only leader could have sex with me and only leader could punish me. Leader never had any type of disease so I would never have to worry about one. But leader was also the most aggressive when it came to sex. He loved whips and chains and torture. He probably could've gotten off on my screams alone.

Ushio left the three boys alone with the baby knowing he would be obeyed. The three sighed and Valon grabbed the child. "Let's put him in the room. We'll start on him tomorrow." They turned to the hall on the left and went all the way down to the last door on the left. They walked in to what was probably the most disgusting sight in the world.

About forty kids between the ages of two and twelve sat in the room. They were all dirty with rags for clothes and when they saw the three men they all cowered away in fear, hoping and praying that they would've be picked. The room had no furniture in it at all. In the corners were thick spiderwebs with spiders on them and a few more crawling around. Rats scuttled across the ground and flies flew in the air. A long pipe came down the center if the right wall. It leaked a little bit of water. A single rat went over and licked up some of the water from the pipe and then immediately fell down dead. But the worst, most disturbing sight inside the room was in the far left corner. A pile of dead children sat there. Some were covered in blood some weren't. Some had gunshots in their heads some were unmarked. All of them had their eyes open staring at the door. It was the most gruesome thing I would ever see. And I would grow up with it.

Valon pointed to one of the girls in the room. She looked to be about ten she pointed at herself with a shaky finger, scared of being called on hoping that Valon shook his head no. But he nodded yes and the girl slowly stood up and went over to him. Valon handed her the child.

"This" Valon said "is your new roommate kiddos. He will be leader's new bitch in a few years. Have fun with him. Now Alister Raphael, who do you want today?" They were about to pick who they wanted from the room when a small voice spoke.

"What is his name sirs." The three turned to the source of the sound. It was a little Japanese boy. He was tan with long black hair and violet eyes.

Alister smirked at the little boy. "I don't know Mokuba why don't you name him?" He said kindly. Mokuba smiled and opened his mouth to name the boy when Alister spoke again. "You can name him when you get back. Come here."

Tears fell down the twelve year old's eyes as he slowly stood and obediently walked over to Alister with his head down looking at the concrete floor. Raphael and Valon picked the kids they wanted. They were two girls who were probably about two or three. Their names were Mana and Rebecca and they slowly made their way over to the men just as Mokuba had. The three pairs left the room.

Their screams were heard all throughout the house as they were raped for hours on end. Tortured screams of pain and suffering and agony filled the house and made the walls shake. It was at that moment as I listened to them screaming that I finally started to cry.

Hours later they returned to the room. Mokuba was the last to make it back, half crawling in. Tears filled his eyes as he walked over to the pipe that still had the dead rat by it. "Mokuba wait!" A boy with green hair and violet eyes ran up to the defeated boy and grabbed his shoulders shaking him. Mokuba's eyes never focused on him though. "Mokuba you can't! Please don't!"

A sad smile came on the boy's face. "Why should I wait? In a week it'll be my birthday and then they'll kill me anyways. Besides Noah, I can't take this anymore. Being here living like this is too much for me. I'm sorry."

But Noah kept trying. "Please Mokuba please don't leave me like this! Stay for me!" It was just then that the two boys noticed the crying baby boy. Mokuba turned and looked at him with a sad look.

"They said that he would be Ushio's new boy right?" Everyone slowly nodded at him. "Then his name will be Yugi because that's all he's ever gonna be. He'll live as Ushio's toy until Ushio wants a new play thing. He will be a game for Ushio to play whenever he wants. That will be his entire life." With that the boy lowered his lips to the pipe and drank the poisonous water. With his last ounce of strength he crawled over to the pile of dead kids and flopped down, dead.