The Lesser Evil

This is my first proper fanfic so if there is anything you feel I could do better then please tell me and I'll try. But at the same time don't just bag the shit out of me.

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Most know him as the King of Games, the savoir of the world and the only to ever defeat Seto Kibra in a duel.
But to me, he's my other half. Not in the sense of lover, although I had wanted it that way, he had always said 'no'.

At first, because it was physically impossible, him being a spirit that possessed my body on occasion and all. But even after he got a body of his own, he still denied me. He told me it was because he didn't want to take advantage of me and to make sure these feelings were real, not just a product of us being so close for so long. I believed him. He'd always been kind, putting my feelings above and before his own.
But somewhere deep inside I feared it was because he didn't 'go that way' or he loved me as a brother, not as a boyfriend.
These fears, however, disappeared after one night a drunken Yami came home and kissed me. He'd kissed me. Much to my disappointment that's all there was, but still, he'd kissed me. This gave me hope that we could be, would be more. Someday. So, again, I waited. Ever patient.

One day, everything changed.

Yami was out drinking again, he'd been doing that a lot lately. Normally he'd stay at a friend's house afterwards, but this time he came home. Still drunk, he walked through the door, swaying like he was on a boat. Excitement had bubbled inside me. 'Maybe this we'll go all the way' I thought as he stumbled towards me.

But the looking in he's eyes weren't that of love or lust, but that of anger and resentment.

When Yami could have gone back to his own time, he didn't. He stayed because he knew of my feelings for him, and now he was regretting it and blamed me.
That night was the first time I'd been beaten since Bandit Keth at Duelist Kingdom.

The next day at school, when my friends asked about the bruises, I made up some story about falling on a rock, if they didn't believe it they never said anything.

After that it became routine, Yami would drink every night, sometimes even while I was at school, come home and beat me, and I would let him. Because he was right, it was my fault.

It was my fault he's not king now, king of a great kingdom, with loyal subjects and adoring fans. It was my fault he was stuck in some time where people didn't appreciate him, where they talk back, where people are cruel and mean to each other.

It's all my fault. All my fault.