Author's note: I'M STILL ON TIME. I DIDN'T FORGET, I SWEAR.

Okay, I almost did, but that was because I was too busy memorizing 80+ Kanji huehuehuehue, I love uni, I really do. Just gotta keep telling myself that.

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It was the first time Yami had ever gone to a super-maximum facility and it was definitely one of the most nerve-wracking things he had ever done. Kaiba, however, didn't seem to be bothered by it too much as they walked through the narrow hall, past the small cells. Several guards nodded at them in a form of greeting, but Yami was having a hard time nodding back.

Some of them gave him worried glances and Yami resisted the urge to pull his collar up to his face. He knew damn well that the cuts and bruises on his face were still clearly visible. Most of them had somewhat healed, unlike the large cut across his lips, which stood out and had even made several people gasp.

It was obvious that everyone at the department knew what had happened. Most female colleagues got teary-eyed just by looking at him or quickly averted their gaze, while the male policemen started swearing and muttering things to their friends. If Kaiba hadn't been gripping his arm to drag him along, he surely would still be standing there, feeling overwhelmed by all the staring.

Seeing Yugi again was something he really didn't want to do. Even though he knew Yugi would be cuffed and thus, immobile, it still terrified him endlessly. Yami had made it perfectly clear that he didn't want to do the interrogation, but since Yugi refused to speak to anyone other than him, they didn't have a choice. Kaiba wasn't very fond of it either and Ishizu had told them it was way too soon.

"I need to know where my brother is," Kaiba had muttered under his breath, looking beyond desperate.

And Yami wanted to know where Mana was more than anything, so he told himself to get over it and face his fears. But that was easier said than done, seeing that his steady hand was no longer steady.

They had reached his cell and Yami eyed it cautiously. The guard shoved the key in the lock and turned it, pushing the door open.

The light was turned on and there he was, curled up on the bed, wrists and ankles cuffed together, his messy hair all over the place, the clothes he had been given way too big on him, and, much to Yami's surprise, appearing nervous. His face was ghostly pale, glistened with sweat and there were bags under his dull eyes. He was looking at them over his shoulder, appearing confused and…

Scared.

Yami almost lost it when he saw the anxiety glittering in those haunting eyes. The tinkling of metal made Yami tear his gaze away and his eyes fell on the cuffed hands, which were shaking. Yugi looked down at his wrists and quickly brought his hands together, pressing them against each other to stop the rattling. His baggy pants had ridden up, revealing his bandaged legs and Yami felt guilt bubbling up inside him.

The door closed behind them and Yami tensed up right away. Kaiba placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly, but he barely felt it.

The look in Yugi's eyes was too distracting. It was completely different and Yami's eyes widened when he realized Yugi looked exactly like he did back in high school.

"Yami…" he whispered, hurt lacing his words and Yami felt his knees going weak at the fragility in his voice. For a minute, he felt like he had gone back in time and was talking to the shy Yugi who had confessed to him.

"You dare to guilt-trip him?" Kaiba barked and Yami shot him an incredulous look. "I brought him all the way here because you refused to open that filthy mouth of yours and now you're acting like you're the victim? Pathetic piece of shit."

Kaiba raised his free hand and Yami, purely reacting out of instinct, snatched his wrist before he could punch him. "No!"

The three of them grew deadly silent. Yugi was staring up at him, his moist eyes swimming with tears, Kaiba looked he had been stabbed in the back and lastly, Yami staring at his feet, questioning his motives like no tomorrow. The fingers around Kaiba's wrist trembled pathetically and his heart was hammering painfully against his aching chest.

What was wrong with him…? Yugi had humiliated, sexually assaulted and tortured him for at least five days straight for no apparent reason and now he was defending him. Not to mention he would have a permanent scar on his face that would remind him of it everyday and that he would always have trust issues. Even now, he saw images of Yugi continuously punching him in the face and stomach until he started vomiting because Kaiba had raised his fist.

"Ishizu was right. You're not ready for this," Kaiba spoke softly and lowered his hand, prying Yami's fingers away from his sleeve.

"That's not it, I…" Yami glanced over at Yugi who had pressed his lips together and was looking down at the bed. "Did anything happen to him?"

"What do you mean?"

There was a stain on the duvet of Yugi's bed and when Yugi slowly raised his head to reveal his tear-tracked cheeks, Yami's brain shut down. Bloodshot eyes pleadingly looked up at him and Yami was sure he was going to collapse any minute.

"What-what happened to him?" he stammered lamely. "This… isn't him. It can't be him."

"Yami, do I need to remind you that this guy," Kaiba motioned towards him with an irritated flick of his wrist. "was strangling you and harassing you when I found you? Want me to show the holes in his legs where I shot him? I'll gladly tear off those stupid bandages to convince you that this is definitely him. This is the exact same thing I warned you about earlier. People can cry on command and will try to guilt-trip you. This shouldn't have any effect on you!"

A loud snort shook Yami out of his daze. Both of them looked at Yugi who was not even trying to hide his shit-eating grin. "He's right, you know. That was way too easy. I mean, if that's all it takes to make you lose it, then you really shouldn't be here in the first place."

Yami's jaw dropped and watched while Yugi sat up straight and tipped his head to the side, grinning from ear to ear. "How's your face, by the way? Gotta love that permanent smile, right?"

"That's enough," Kaiba snapped and Yugi calmly turned to him, as if he'd just noticed he was there. "I've had it up to here with that attitude of yours. He's here and you're gonna answer all of his questions."

"Fine," Yugi huffed, wiping at his face with his sleeve to get rid of the fake tears. "Let's see if Scarface has gotten any better at interrogating because last time, he fucked up pretty bad and got his ego bruised."

All those insults in that single sentence made Yami's eye twitch. It hadn't even been five minutes and Yugi had already taken away what was left of his dignity and thrown it in his face. Though, he could have sworn there was a different person sitting there when he came in. Then again, Yugi had shown him multiple personalities before and he should have known better.

"Why did you lock me in that basement?"

"'Cause I wanted to."

"Did you do the same thing to those teenagers?"

"No."

"Then what did you do to them?"

"Nothing more than what you saw. Called them forward because I needed a volunteer."

"Where are they now?"

"Dunno, don't care."

"…Why did you trick me into following you?"

"Again, 'cause I wanted to."

"Where's my father's body?"

"Somewhere. Rotting."

"…" Yami opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Yugi, looking as smug as ever, smirked up at Kaiba. "Well, I did answer all the questions truthfully. And we're definitely getting somewhere, aren't we?"

It was no use. It was too painful for Yami to be standing there and staring at the guy who ruined him. The room was spinning, he felt the bile coming up and his clammy hands shaking against his sides. His vision clouded and Yami quickly turned on his heel and clutched the doorknob to keep himself from falling. He could hear Yugi snickering behind him, which made it even worse.

Yugi was obviously admiring his work and enjoying the show. "Can't do it, can you? Must be tough."

The sound of loud clinking made Yami whirl back around to see that Kaiba had grabbed Yugi's collar and hauled him forward. "I said enough," he oh so calmly, making the hairs on Yami's arm stand up straight. "Yami, you go, he and I will talk."

"And why would I wanna talk to you?" Yugi smiled sweetly.

Kaiba ignored him and ushered Yami out of the room. "Don't worry, I can break him."

The door was slammed in his face and Yami took a few steps backwards until his back hit the solid wall, slowly sliding towards the floor because his legs could no longer support him. Yugi was right; he sucked at interrogating and it was humiliating. Maybe he should go back in there to observe Kaiba's way of asking questions, but it probably didn't matter. He was never meant to do this job, anyway. As soon as he had found his sister and his father's body, he'd quit.

He had gone crazy and he knew it. The moment that Yugi's voice changed it had sounded exactly like voice of the man who stabbed his mother. But Yami knew it was impossible because it was a man, Yugi was a kid back then, like him, so those two could never be the same person. And the glowing eyes never happened, either. Kaiba would have seen it because he was right there when it happened, so there was no way Yugi was connected to his mother's murderer.

Yami's head shot up when he remembered that Yugi knew his mother was dead. Then again, Sugoroku probably told him, but still… The way he had thrown it in his face like that was almost as if he knew damn well what he was talking about, and Sugoroku only knew that his mother was dead, not murdered.

Still, it didn't make any sense. Maybe he had imagined that part as well? No, because it triggered that flashback. There was no way he could have done that on his own.

He sat there, contemplating while absently tapping the floor with the tips of his fingers. The bandages prevented him from making a fist so this was the only thing he could do, which irritated him endlessly. His entire body was covered in that annoying white material, forcing him to remember everything. The worst one was around his neck, the one that constantly reminded him that Yugi had almost slit his throat several times, just because he wasn't "obeying" him.

Grazing the gauze with his fingertips, Yami swallowed. The cut throbbed painfully because his heartbeat had increased. He had to calm down, otherwise there was a big chance the wound would open again.

All of a sudden, a muffled scream came from the other side of the door he had been staring at.

"…" It got deadly quiet for a split second in which Yami looked up at the guard who was also slightly surprised and looked over his shoulder at the door. Yami carefully pushed himself up, feeling the sweat trickling down his neck and goose bumps appearing all over body when another shriek came out of that godforsaken room. Yelling, banging, chains clashing together, more yelling…

Kaiba was losing control. "Tell me where he is! Now!"

"I can't!"

Yami's eyes widened and quickly pushed himself up. "Bullshit! Spill it!"

"I…" More screaming and banging. It sounded like Yugi was continuously stomping on the floor with his bare feet. "It wasn't me, I swear!"

"Will you cut the act?!"

"If you don't do something fast, I'll—"

Yami and the guard had thrown the door open. Like Yami had guessed, Yugi was sitting on the edge of the bed, bent over, clutching his head and staring at his now irritated feet. Kaiba was panting from all the yelling, standing at the other side of the room, and Yami quickly looked at his hands, but they were unharmed.

"Everything okay in here, sir?" The guard asked cautiously.

"Didn't even touch him and the guy started screaming as if someone was hurting him. Looks like we got one hell of an actor in our midst," Kaiba sneered and clicked his tongue. "Funny thing is, he only acts that way around me."

Yami's breath got stuck in his throat as Yugi slowly sat up, revealing his tear-tracked cheeks, bloodshot eyes and quivering lips.

"The only reason I haven't blown his miserable brain out is because he knows where my brother is. If that weren't the case, I would've killed him twice already," Kaiba snapped and kicked the wall behind him. "I'm sick of this act."

"Sucks to be you, then."

Everyone looked back at Yugi who was back to his old self, but Yami couldn't help but think there was something off.

"Both of you, leave," Kaiba pointed at them and nodded towards the door.

"Kaiba-san, are you sure?"

"I got this."

The guard followed his orders, unlike Yami, who hadn't moved a single muscle. His eyes were focused on Yugi's, looking for nothing in particular. They were still glassy and bloodshot, even though they were focused, as if ready to pounce, but there was also a hint of – Yami couldn't believe it – panic? Something was making Yugi unfocused, or maybe someone, and that person was probably him.

"Yami, leave."

"No."

Wrong answer. Kaiba threateningly reached for his gun, glowering at Yami like he was a piece of trash. "I'm getting a little impatient here, kid. I can handle him."

"You're about as stupid as you look," Yugi spoke up cockily, a lopsided plastered on his pale face. "Yami obviously can't stay away from me. Started falling for me during that pathetic excuse for an interview, I mean, we kissed and he got turned on—"

"Shut up!"

But it was too late. He had no idea Yugi was going to bring that up. Yami's stomach was already doing several flips per second, a familiar heat burning in his chest that spread throughout his entire body as he remembered their first kiss, and of course, Kaiba staring at him incredulously, beyond shocked and apparently speechless. Yugi, on the other hand, had never looked so smug and leaned back on the bed, grinning proudly.

If it weren't for Yugi's sickening smirk, the atmosphere would have been as cold as ice. Kaiba's shocked expression soon turned into a confused one and Yami swallowed, not wanting to hear the words that were about to come out of his boss' mouth.

"Outside. Now," Kaiba breathed and didn't even wait for answer, because he pushed Yami not too gently out of the room. As soon as he had closed the door, Kaiba turned back to him, still looking slightly shocked. "Is it true?"

"I…"

"Have you," Kaiba started, his confusion morphing into anger. "completely lost your mind?!"

His last words echoed through the entire hall and made Yami jump. "It's not like that!"

"Do you actually realize you're in love with a psychopath?"

"I'm not—"

"You thought he was a suspect so you went ahead and kissed him?!"

Yami covered his face with his hands for a second to calm himself down, but he couldn't.

Flashes of Yugi forcing him into kisses and touching him all over were starting to take over his mind. He was tied to that chair again, not able to move while Yugi took advantage of him, humiliating him endlessly by whispering things in his ear and grinning against his cheek. He could practically feel Yugi's hands all over him again, going under his clothes to make it even worse, and—

He shook his head. "No."

"No what?"

Pressing his lips together, Yami looked back at Kaiba with moist eyes. "There's something I haven't told you yet."

Kaiba frowned. "What, what is it?"

"He…" Yami literally had to force the words out. "He sexually assaulted me when I was tied to that chair. About three times a day. Because… he knew that I liked him."

The silence that followed was painful. Kaiba kept looking at him, his eyes shining with some sympathy, which Yami tried to appreciate, but since his body was still in survival mode, he couldn't. His entire face felt hot and his hands were shaking against his sides. It was the first time he had admitted having feelings for that asshole, to himself, and to another person, and it felt so utterly wrong and disgusting that he wanted nothing more than to stop breathing for good.

"God," Kaiba uttered and ran a hand over his sweaty face. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I dunno," Yami lied, averting his gaze because he could no longer look him in the eye. "Didn't think it was important."

"Of course it is! Because now I've got even more reasons to put a bullet in his screwed up head! What the hell did he do to you?"

Apparently he didn't care that several guards were listening cautiously to every word and Yami suddenly felt the urge to kick them all in the balls. Kaiba had grabbed his shoulders and was lightly squeezing them, watching him carefully with gentle eyes. It seemed so out of character that Yami almost wanted to laugh out loud, but at the same time, it was so very frightening that Kaiba was starting to go crazy. Over the past two months, he had never been this close to insanity and it scared Yami to death, because Kaiba was the one he looked up to the most.

"I don't want to talk about it," Yami quickly brought out after Kaiba had given him a rough shake. "You'll probably hear it from Ishizu anyway because I have to tell her everything."

Kaiba sighed through his nose and practically buried his fingernails into Yami's shirt. "If you really don't want me to know, then I won't force you to talk, but these things are important."

But it was too late. His eyes were pricking with tears while memories constantly replayed themselves in his head. All the wounds started throbbing in synch with his heartbeat and before he could stop himself, he was sinking to the ground, not being able to stand up straight anymore. His chest tightened up to the point where it was becoming hard to breathe and a cold feeling washed over him, as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water on him.

Someone was yelling at him and some of the guards ran towards them, but all the sounds were muffled.

Yugi carelessly placed himself between his legs. Hot, moist lips were pressed against his neck, sucking and nibbling on the spot below his ear and a hand was teasingly slipping down his pants. Yami was completely frozen, his heart ramming painfully against his ribcage, lips tightly pressed together as he felt Yugi slowly unbuttoning his shirt. Yugi's attitude had suddenly changed after he had punched him in the face at least five times, and Yami couldn't be more confused.

"So sweet…" Yugi mouthed against his skin and almost gently cupped his cheek, forcing him to look into his eyes. "You want it, don't you?"

Before he could answer, Yugi had already hauled him forward so their lips met in a messy, wet kiss. Breaths mingled, hips clashed and moans filled the air, making Yami want to jump out of his skin. It wasn't until Yugi's hot hand sneaked under his boxers that he thought he was going to faint.

"Oi, Yami!"

"Stop resisting, will you? Your body's enjoying it and so are you."

Both pain and pleasure coursed through his body. A knife against his throat made him immobile while Yugi's teasingly stroked the inside of his wounded thigh. Every little touch felt like an electric shock, making him twitch and jump, causing his skin to tear. Long nails trailed every inch of his skin, gentle and light while Yugi smiled at him like a lover would. A tingly sensation came to live in his chest and made its way all the way down to his toes, as if he was simply spending time with his significant other and enjoying a cliché afternoon together.

The blade was pressed further into his skin, drawing several drops of blood, but the pain melted away after Yugi massaged his hip. Delicate fingertips drew tiny circles on the protruding bone, feigning innocence. Yami's breath got caught in his throat, feeling blood rushing to his face as the tingly sensation came back, but this time, in his crotch. It was terrifying and arousing at the same time. His brain was torn between enjoying the igniting touches and telling Yugi to stop.

"… I'm stuck in a flashback," he breathed and clutched his head. "and I can't get out."

Little, black spots danced in front of his eyes, he felt the bile coming up and his head spinning around. The last thing he heard was Kaiba's booming voice before his body finally gave in and he slipped into unconsciousness.

Author's note: Eeeeh? Eh? Please love me, this chapter was such a pain in my everything, you don't even know alsidufhjdkas So much creepiness and sadness and draaaamaaaaa. Where's my fluff

But on the bright side, Yugi's an asshole. :DDD

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