Hey guys! It's me, and I just kinda felt like writing something kinda… Dark today, you know? It's kinda random, kinda gorey, sad, but maybe I'll make it into a yaoi, who know~? Well I hope you enjoy it either way~!

Disclaimers: I do not own anything except for the idea of the story. Yu-Gi-Oh! Doesn't belong to me, but god I wish it did.

Summary: Yugi's in a abusive relationship, and he wants out. But just how far with this boy go to get there?

Warning: Trigger warning, possible rape, language, alcohol abuse, just… Just prepare yourself for anything.

Disclaimers: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh. Happy?

Let us begin!

You were late, again.

Fuck why couldn't you run faster?! Why did you have to get so intrigued by that stupid exhibit?! You just prayed with every fiber of his body that HE wasn't home yet… He can be scary when he's angry, but you know that first hand, wouldn't you? You subconsciously touch your wrist, which he thankfully didn't break, but he was close to it. You fear what he might do next.

You make it to the stairs of your apartment and gulp, freezing at the top step. You could hear footsteps on the other side of the door.

Fuck, he was home. There was no way you could just sneak in now. You have to confront him now. You take one last look around you, stalling. You know you won't be able to go out for a while, might as well take in the view. You take a deep breath, then took out your keys to leisurely unlock the door. Closing your eyes, you step inside, and brace for impact.

You're glad you did.

As soon as you closed the door behind you, you felt the familiar pain of being clocked with an all too familiar fist. You hold back a yelp of pain as he slams you into the door behind you. You feel his hand around your neck, and the pressure that's slowly taking away your ability to breathe. He doesn't just knock you out; he's going to make you stay awake to feel the pain. 'The lesson will be learned better this way; I'm doing this for you.' He says, and he's right. You are just worthless, and he was just kind enough to put up with you, to love such a worthless being.

The hold tightens and you gasp again, trying to catch some air before the supply is cut from you completely. You resist the urge to claw at his hand, knowing it will leave you nowhere good. You slightly whimper and try desperately to look into the icy cold eyes. They're glaring, just like the usual, and you try not to make any more noises. He lets go of your throat and you gasp for air. He grabs onto your hair and harshly yanks it towards him. This causes you to wince slightly, seeing you have to stand your tippy toes to get eye to eye with him. He sneered in my face and gave me a rough slap. He slams you into the door again, and you begin to get dizzy. But he won't let you black out. That would be the easy way out.

Your boyfriend growls at you, and moves so that his face is right in front of yours. He spits on you, and roughly tugs at your hair. You're forced to look right into his eyes, and you're used to seeing those icy blue eyes usually burring with hatred and disappointment. You wanted to look away, but his piercing stare held you in place.

He growls again, and spat at you, "You're late."

You shiver slightly in fear, and you remain quiet. You let him take your rage out on you. He makes a displeasing noise and backhands you roughly. You he a snap and your nose starts bleeding and you know it's broken. You whimper slightly, only to receive a rough tug on your hair. 'He's very displeased with you, you know.' You tell yourself and try not to wither beneath his gaze. He tries to lift you by your hair, causing a large chunk to be roughly pulled out. You're freed, but not for long. You are slammed into the door again, and you're tempted to cover your already bleeding nose. But he places both hands on either side of your face, and leaned in close. You felt trapped. He smirked, knowing exactly how you felt, and continues to make eye contact.

"You are 10 minutes late, you little slut. You were supposed to make me dinner 20 minutes ago. Where. Were. You?" He drags the last three words out to make a point, and you want to look down so badly. You don't want to make eye contact. You want to be anywhere but here. But there's no way out of this. You take a shaky breathe, about to explain, only to be kneed the gut harshly. You cough blood. You know you're hurt bad, but you can't do anything. He'll decide how hurt you are and if you need to go see the house doctor. He's not a real doctor, but he keeps you alive, and for that you're not so sure it's worth living this. But if it's for him… Since you love him, you'll put up with this.

"You smell al little different, do I need to mark you again?" He smirks a bit and actually starts pulling you towards the bedroom. You panic, you're scared, and you want to scream. But you know that will get you nowhere.

Your name is Yugi Motto, and you're in an abusive relationship with a man you thought would never harm you, Seto Kaiba.

Hey there! Yes, it's me, and I'm back with another story! I know I shouldn't be starting another story when I've already got one up, but hey, I love Yu-Gi-Oh so much.

I was actually thinking if this would be a Homestuck fanfic, or a Yu-Gi-Oh! One, what do you guys think? Even if you don't like it I think I'm going to continue with this one… I like the idea? Or just… I dunno, little devils D:

But hey! I'm feeling down so down writing you shall get! :DD Well… That's all! R&R Please, and I'll see you next time! Until then, bye my lovely demons~!