I'd like to start by thanking all who have left their comments (okay there's only two of you) but I appreciate it all the same. I'm replying to your comments like this because my internet hates me.

Yunastevens, Yami/Atem would never be able to onto himself in the absence of his friends. And I worked really hard on it. I originally wrote it from a third-person POV but you didn't really get a full understanding of what Kairi (OC) represented to him.

hizeezetoyou, Atem has always been reliant on someone else. Yuugi, his court in ancient Egypt so it stands to reason that if he were ripped away from them he would latch onto someone else. And since she's all he's got it doesn't matter if she's abusive.

You dressed me in... the clothes I would wear when I was free, when I was with Yuugi. It was just a simple cotton-blend muscle shirt and leather pants, who would have thought that wearing this would have hurt me so much. The fabric burns my very essence with regret and shame, you say it makes me look sexy, so I suppose it's not my place to complain...

You sat down on the couch with me still in your lap, petting my hair and telling how beautiful I look in these clothes because they damage me so much.

"I love you in anything, you really are gorgeous, but I love you in this the most." you said.

I was watching without expression as your hand moved up and down my thigh, teasing cruelly but never really touching anything important, I looked up, "Why?"

Your embrace around me tightened, "Well, it doesn't leave a lot to the imagination, for one."

I quirked an interested eyebrow, "And for two?"

"Don't get demanding with me, Atem." you gave my thigh a hard squeeze, "Do I really have to go over your place again? Are you really that retarded?"

I let my head fall against your chest, submitting to your embrace completely as a hope of redeeming myself, "I'm sorry, pharaoh, I'll try harder. Th-that won't happen again."

You ran the back of your hand across my cheek, applying just a little pressure, "You should hope not, next time, I won't ask."

"I'm sorry," I'd said those words so many times in the past few months, they were pointless, foolish words, same as "I hate you" I never really meant either, only using them as a way of lifting myself higher. Your the only person in the world with the power to make me really sorry.

"We'll see," you lift me up, "Atem, are you loyal to me one-hundred percent?"

"O-of course."

"Then why do you always hesitate?"

I wasn't stuttering because I was unsure about my words, I was stuttering because I was scared shit less.

I struggled to steady my voice, "I am loyal to you."

You laid me down on your bed, putting my wrists in shackles and looping them over the headboard. You leaned your face down to meet mine, pressing our foreheads together, I shook. I was going to be punished, I knew it. You were going to rape me again. But instead of your tongue words left your lips.

"Do you really want to know why I like you in this the most?" your voice was soft, but from this angle and with the darkness around you from the canopy you looked even more perversive then usual, no matter how soft your smile was.

Was there any right answer to this? I nodded.

"This is what you wore when you were alone, do you remember that?"

I nodded again.

"We were so distant back then... You didn't even know who I was, or who you were for that matter, but I never gave up on you," your words were very obsessive, even more so then I'd become used to, "It was worth all the pain you put me through in Egypt just to stay close to you, just as it was worth all the time I invested into you to have you in my arms. These clothes," your hands drifted under the hem of my shirt, half stroking the fabric, half stroking my chest, "they make you so uncomfortable now, don't they?"

No right answer, so I gave the truth, "Yes."

"And that's why I love you in them. Yo used to be this person," your hands glided over me, "but now you hate having this on you, it shows how much you've changed. How much I've done to you, how much I've helped you to realize that you were never this person in the first place." you thrust your hands under my shirt and I gasped from surprise and how cold they were, "Do you think you understand now?" your thumbs brushed against my nipples.

I shivered, I was going to be punished, you were going to show me your love, I was going to be raped, "I understand."