Oh man, this is going to be a heart-breaker on some levels. I've never written something like this before so forgive me if I screw up. I'm sure a lot of you are wondering what it was that I mentioned at the end of chapter eight, well, you will find out this chapter.

Does anyone just randomly listen to a CD out of boredom and starts to feel that one of the songs matches what they are going to write down next for their story? I did, I was listening to on of my Fall Out Boy CDs, and I came across a song called Golden. It's a sad song and I really like it, it kinda reminds me of Yami.

So its my song inspiration for the chapter, I have a Crossfade one for the next chapter though so yeah.

I'm not going to waste my notes with silly comments right now; I'm going on ahead with the story.

Warning: Drug usage, rape, beatings, blood, and cussing. Also a broken Yami.

On with the fic.

Bottled Up Gods

Chapter Nine: God's Crying In The Reflection of My Enemies

Something was wrong.

Something was horribly wrong.

Kaiba and Yusei noticed that Yami had been gone for three days, and they couldn't get into contact with the boy.

It had been two weeks since the little incident with Yugi and Yami seemed to be doing okay, still thin and shaky, but not as bad as before. But when Yami didn't show up for three days, this caused worry to come forth.

Yami was missing and the last place he was at was his house, with his step father waiting inside for him.

And this only caused more panic and worry.

"Yami, you alright love?"

"…"

"Yami?"

"Seto, I really shouldn't be out, Hiro might try and take me away."

"He won't, not while I'm here. I said I was going to protect you love and I'm sticking to that promise."

Red-eyes peered up into blue ones. Yami blushed slightly as he felt Kaiba give his small, bony hand a light squeeze to reassure him that he really meant it.

"Yami, you mean a lot to me and I love you. I don't want to see you sad and scared anymore. I don't want to see you as a broken boy anymore; I want to see the lovely game player I met in middle school with the curious red eyes that could rival that of any red rose or ruby."

"Seto…"

Yami blushed and nuzzled his head on Kaiba's chest, sitting on a park bench in Domino Park on a chilly November day. Kaiba had convinced Yami to spend a few hours with just him, relaxing and not having to worry about anything.

Kaiba spoke soft, loving words to Yami when ever Yami started to get worried and jumpy. He told Yami what the boy meant to him every time Yami asked why the CEO loved him like he did.

And Kaiba was always happy to reply that Yami was his special person and was the greatest thing to ever happen to him.

And Yami thought the same about Kaiba.

Yami entered the house that he hated so much and went upstairs. He had just come back from spending two hours with Kaiba at the park, just enjoying his company and talking about the little things in life that made the two of them smile, which was mostly about each other.

He smiled lightly when he remember all the times Kaiba told him he loved him and as he walked into his room, he gasped and saw that Hiro was sitting on his bed.

"Hello bitch, have a good fuck while you were out today with the scrawny lookin' guy you were with? I always knew you were a whore, just like ya mother…"

"Mum was never a whore… and how did you know I was with someone today Hiro…" Yami spoke cautiously, waiting for Hiro to make the first move, knowing that he probably would since Yami just talked back to him. He felt a dark vibe coming from the man, he looked drunk, which was normal and he looked really irked off at Yami at the moment, but what else was new?

Hiro glared his brown eyes at the boy. "I saw ya… I was following ya when you went to da park with some fuckin' guy and you were kissing him like the fuckin' little hoe you are you worthless piece of shit! Ya know you aren't allowed to kiss anyone other then me! Now come here!" He man reached out and grabbed Yami's throat.

As Yami gasped for air, he asked what Hiro was going to do. The man only laughed, saying that a special friend of his from the Black Market would be coming by in the morning with a little toy that they were going to play with.

Red-eyes widened in fear.

He was in for it now.

Yusei and Kaiba had to wait until after school to leave, since they had already missed enough school as it is. Hanging up his phone, Yusei turned to Kaiba. "He's still not picking up his cell. Something is wrong."

"I'd say that we could hitch a ride in one of my cars and go look for him, but it would take to long for it to get here with traffic like this." The CEO indicated that it was rush hour at the moment and Yusei raked his brain for an idea.

"I got it! We can take my D-Wheel!"

"Your what?" Kaiba asked as he followed the now running Yusei who was headed toward the parking lot behind the school. They came to a stop and Kaiba saw a large, red and white motorbike with some attachments added to it.

"This is my D-Wheel, well, my bike with Yami's design. This thing is super fast and it can take us to Yami's place in less then ten minutes if we navigate though traffic just right."

The mechanic walked over and took his helmet out of a compartment on the bike and handed another to Kaiba, informing him that he would have to ride behind him since Yusei knew how to the work the bike and Kaiba didn't.

Kaiba took the offered helmet, placing in on his head, and got on behind Yusei, who started the motorbike up and drove off down the road and into the busy streets of Domino toward the direction of Yami's house.

Both of them were hoping that Yami was okay.

Light came bursting in out of nowhere as tired eyes tried to adjust to the brightness that now penetrated the darkness. A large shadow blocked a lot of the light, causing fear to return to the small form in the cramp space.

"Get up Yami, I need you to clean up this house before my friend arrives! Get moving!"

Yami was tossed to the hard, wooden floor, coughing harshly as he tried to stand up, his left wrist hurting as he heard Hiro close the closet door behind him. Yami was then given a trash bag and pushed into the living room.

At least, it was once a living room.

Now it looked like an indoor trash dump, and it smelt just like one too thanks to the beer bottles and forgotten food covered in things that you would probably only see on CSI or on any other crime show. Yami reached down and picked up what might have once been pizza but now looked like the flesh eating virus.

After a while, Yami was aching all over, thanks to the beatings he received last night, most were dealt to his bare back since his father removed his shirt to leave really bad bruises, cuts, and bits on him.

Sighing, Yami finished the living room and turned to return upstairs, but was stopped by Hiro who pushed him into the kitchen. "I never said you were done. Clean the kitchen and then I'll fuck you after you've done a good job… scratch that; I'll do it even if you do a bad job!" He laughed and left Yami to clean.

"Uhh… I wish I wasn't here…" Yami mumbled to himself as he bent over, causing more pain to shoot through his already aching back. "I wish that car had hit me…"

"I wish I was dead…"

But what about Yugi and Yusei? And Seto, how do you think they would feel if you died? Tell me that Yami, how do you think they would react to your death?

"I wouldn't be a burden on their lives anymore…"

You moron! You are not a burden; those three are worried sick over you because they care! Think clearly, you have a high IQ of 169 so use it!

"If I have such a high IQ, then why am I talking to myself like a schizophrenic person stuck in a mental institute?"

Hell if I know, I'm you inner thoughts, nothing more.

"Then why don't you help me?!"

I can't, to you, I'm just a voice stuck in a portion of your mind that you constantly use due to how you feel alone and how you keep all you true emotions bottled up, but your fear or what the reaction will be if you speak your inner thoughts causes you to keep them in. Yami, you're a bottled up God.

Yami raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Listen, as a human, you go by the theory of natural selection, which was Darwin's theory of survival of the fittest, only the strong survive. Humans live by this, acting as the highest being in the world and that nothing can stop them, making them think they are Gods.

Yami sighed mentally before continuing. But, because we are not Gods, when something comes into our lives and it's something that brings fear into our lives or makes us feel small, we bottle up our God-like thoughts and place them on the shelf to be forgotten until they are needed again. Yami, your bottle has not been touched in three years.

"My Ra, even my own brain is right about something that I try not to notice… what do I do?"

That's up to fate. We have to see where this goes.

Later that night, the man from Black Market came, apologizing for his tardiness. He explained that he had some business to take care of. Hiro led him to Yami's room where the boy was. Both men grabbed Yami and covered his mouth with a wet rag.

Yami didn't wake up for an hour. When he did, he found that he was strapped to a table that he had never seen before, but it was in the living room. "Hiro… what is going on…?" Yami asked, his voice and face held panic in their grasp.

Hiro only smirked. "We're going to play a little game Yami, and you are the game piece." He held up and whip and started hitting Yami's bare form with it, over and over. This caused the boy to let out loud screams of pain and mercy, but they went unheard by the two laughing men. When his step father finished, Yami was crying and was covered in blood.

The man from the Black Market whispered something to Hiro, who nodded. The man grinned evilly and went over to a suitcase and rummaged through it, pulling out a needle with a liquid in it that was cloudy.

"This," The man spoke in a hoarse voice that sent chills up Yami spine. "Is a new drug that will be put out on the market and street soon. Stronger then heroin, more addictive then cocaine, and more deadly then LSD."

The smirk stayed on the man's face as he moved closer to Yami and spoke in that awful voice. "A special plant from the southern countries was used to make the Oni drug. None of the previous test subjects lived for more then a few hours after we injected the prototypes of this, but that's all going to change tonight. It's worth millions for just this much, and you will be the first subject of the finished project."

Yami screamed loudly, yelling to not put that in him, but his thrashing only caused his wounds to bleed more, the restraints the rub-burn his skin and for Hiro to punch him. Yami winced in pain and closed his eyes, stopping his movements.

Big mistake.

The man stuck the needle into Yami and in a split second, the boy's whole world turned into on strange and horrible trip. All he could hear was laughter and a high pitch noise that made his scream and arch his back, and twisting his body around to get free from the restraints.

The sounds were getting louder and close to him.

"Stop…"

It felt like a thousand slimy, cold, nasty hands were touching ever part of his exposed body.

"Stop…"

Everything was around him, every one of his fears and regrets were before his eyes, mocking him, taunting him, touching him, invading him…

"MAKE IT STOP!"

Yusei drove as fast as his motorbike could go, looking out for any site of Yami. Kaiba was doing the same, but was also checking out their ride. "You know, this is really impressive! What are all these attachments for?!" Kaiba spoke over the rushing air and traffic.

"I told you before; this is suppose to be a motorbike that you can duel on! I'm still working on the virtual reality system!" Yusei replied, taking a turn toward the street Yami lived on.

They came to a stop and saw that no lights were on and that there were no cars around the house. This made them worried, they just hoped Yami was inside. As Kaiba and Yusei walked up to the door, what they saw next would horrify them for the rest of their lives.

TBC

I'm just that evil, keeping you from knowing what it is that our heroes see. Well, you are NOT going to like it one bit, and neither am I, and I'm the one writing this story!

Yami talking to himself was just a little added piece to make Yami understand his worries.

I'll update as fast as I can on this since the story is almost over. Sorry, I never said it was going to be a long story, plus I'm working on a new story that I'm going to post once this one is finished called Where Did You Go. It's another Yami-abuse fanfic that I've been working on for a while, but I wanted to post it up after I finished this story.

Maybe, for sick kicks, I'll update around Christmas.

Next chapter: What happened to Yami, and what are the drug's effects doing to his mind? And Yugi finally finds out the truth of his brother?

Please review.