[ a/n : trade with a friend of mine on Quotev ! They requested a Yandere Gold Eye story ! So enjooooy some bloody love <3 ]
[ word count ; 1645 ]

[ WARNING: THIS CONTAINS GRAPHIC ELEMENTS SUCH AS BLOOD AND MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, ABUSE, ETC]

You weren't supposed to be alive right now. An abandoned child like you? Oh no. You were supposed to be left to die on the streets at a young age, but. . . You were found, and taken in, by the shadiest group of people on the planet; The Snake Pit. This place looked like the depths of hell to any normal human being, but none of you were normal there. In fact, this underground hell hole was the only light you'd ever been exposed to in your entire life. This place was your home.

Many kids came by and many left, some of them even lost their lives here. You witnessed this kind of torture, and mental abuse on a daily basis, but you loved being here. This was the only place you knew, the only familiar atmosphere to you. You were here to welcome a lot of new members, and despite growing up in such nasty conditions and treatments, you were a kind soul. You'd tend to the wounds of anyone that pushed themselves too far, that was your job here. You loved it. You were the only solace and sun in this never ending pit of darkness. It was like, you were an angel to all of these punished devils, all of these young boys of pure sin.

"Don't overwork yourself. I know you want to get stronger, but this will only weaken you further." Your voice was rather soft, all the abuse had made you a rather broken person. Currently, you were wrapping fresh white bandages around Boa's arm. He sat there silently, watching you work, your angelic fingers melting the pain away.

". . . Right. Sorry." He mumbled nervously.

"Don't apologize. Take care okay? If you need anything, then don't hesitate to let me know. I'm always here for you." Your hands gave his a small squeeze, and the green haired boy's heart fluttered. You'd probably be the only reason he managed to stay here, asides from trying to get as strong as Red Eye. At that, you dismissed the boy and let him get to resting, or maybe bugging Red Eye some more. As much as you'd like to check on the whitette, there was someone else here for treatment. This one you knew as Gold Eye, and he was quite like the others. He liked your company, but you were too busy to give it to him. .

"Are you okay?" You stood up and ushered the male into the room. It was like a school nurse's room. A hospital bed, some cabinets, medicines, topical creams, sanitary appliances, and a bunch of other things that you knew the place for. Gold Eye held onto his breath, and carefully sat down on the bed. He didn't say anything for a while, and you were getting worried. "Gold Eye?"

"I told you not to call me that." His response was immediate.

"O-oh, right. I'm sorry, Norman." You mumbled, inspecting him for any bruises. He finally noticed your concern, and rolled up his left sleeve. You lifted a hand to your mouth and gasped. . . His wrists were cut. Nasty red slices ran across his pale wrists, They left welts in his cold skin, the cuts had fevers. You barely pressed a finger against one of them, and he shivered. . . In delight? "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, here let me disinfect these. . ." You reached over to the table for the disinfectant.

". . . What happened to Boa?" His voice was rather low.

"Boa? Oh, he's alright." You answered dismissively, and returned to the male's side. "This is going to sting a little-"

"Make it feel better then."

"How can I make it more comfortable for you?"

He held onto your hand with his good one, the one that wasn't so bloody red. You gave his hand a small squeeze, and carefully sprayed his arm. He winced, and clawed at your hand, but you had to bear it for his sake. Soon, the stinging was over, and it felt better. You swabbed down his arm, and wrapped it up. Then, he was good to go, but, he didn't want to leave.

"When will I see you again?" He hadn't let go of your hand the entire time. You pulled a sweet smile. . . Maybe training was rough.

"Soon. Just. Close your eyes tightly, and I'm there with you."

He averted his eyes to the ground for a moment. "You always say that. You always say that, and I always believe you."

". . ."

"Say something. [Y/n]. I just want to hear your voice. Just a little longer."

"I- I don't know what to say. I know it's hard down here, but I believe you can push through harder. This injuries won't be here for long, you can get back to training soon." You tried to console him, but your words didn't sound very fullhearted.

"You're right." His response caught you off guard.

"[Y/n]."

You turned your attention to the entrance. Red Eye was standing there, with his arms crossed.

"Yes?"

"Ashtem wants to see you."

"Oh. I wonder what that's all about. Okay, I'm coming." You pat Gold Eye's hand, and bowed before scampering out the door. That left Gold Eye and Red Eye there in silence.

"What kind of bullshit does he want now?" The green haired male spat.

"You might not want to let your anger the best of you, Gold Eye."

"How could I not, when you're ordering that girl around like she's your slave!?"

"You're in no position to chastise me. . ."

"Get out of my face."

". . . Whoops." You accidentally dropped a pair of scissors, which you used to cut bandage. Boa was here for a checkup, and his injury was healing well. Boa said it was because you were so good at tending to people, but you only laughed and shook your head.

"Are you okay?" The boy asked, peering over at you.

"Yes!" You perked up and set the scissors away. "Okay, you should be all healed up in two more days. Come see me tomorrow, alright?"

"Okay. Thanks [Y/n]."

"No problem Boa." You watched him leave. . . It was like Deja Vu all over again, Gold Eye was back in. His hand clutched at his arm, and you quickly got him to sit down. Your nimble hands rolled up his sleeve. Your heart almost stopped. This should have been healed? He should have been resting it, but his arm was covered in cuts, scrapes, blood, and nicks. What in gods name happened?

". . . It hurts." He spoke up, and you slightly panicked. You were never permitted to deal with thing like this, these injuries were too much, and you were too young. You were the only girl here that took care of anyone at all, and those who were hurt this bad, or worse, had to fend for themselves. You knew Ashtem wouldn't have liked this. In fact, he wanted to keep you well away from everyone in the Snake Pit asides from himself. Apparently it was dangerous for a sweet thing like you.

"I know. I know it does, don't worry I'll take care of you." You grabbed a clamp and tons of cotton swabs, and carefully started soaking up the puddles of blood that formed along his arm. "You poor thing. I can't believe that sick man would let something like this happen to you."

"He didn't do it."

". . . Who did?"

"I did."

"Why?"

"This." He paused. "This is the only way you'll see me. If I'm hurt. You only want to see my blood, right?"

This was ridiculous, what was he saying?

"No? Not at all, that's not true at all. . ."

"It's fine, I don't care. Whatever it takes to see you, I'll do it. Even if it means cutting my arm off." His voice was so grim, and strained, you couldn't believe this.

"No- no no, please don't hurt yourself. Please, I'm begging you." Little hot tears pricked at the ends of your lashes.

"How else am I going to see you? Huh-!? It's not like you'd ever get to make time for me, with that fucker running this place!"

"Gold Eye, please don't say that-"

His hands grabbed onto your shoulders, even the hand smothered in cuts. He jerked you closer to him.

"I told you not to call me that!" His grip was strong for being so battered. "What does it take!? Angels like you don't get to be with sinners, right? Is that what this is?"

"P-Please stop, please! You're scaring me-!"

"I can't, stop! I can't! I can't stop loving you! No matter how hard I try! Now matter how many times I break skin!"

What was going on. You felt like everything was spinning, your head hurt, there was blood on your shoulder, the room filled with a vile metallic stench. Tears were already streaming down your florid cheeks, this was getting to be too much for you.

". . . Please stop." Your voice was just a whimper. His grip slightly loosened, and you were grateful, but then he pulled you against his chest.

"If I stop. Will you see me every day?"

. . . Ashtem wouldn't allow such a thing, but. . .

"Okay. I will, I will."

He was breathing rather heavy against your ear, then he placed a kiss against the side of your head.

"You're all I've ever wanted."

An unwanted child like you?