Yami awoke with a start. His body was breaking out in a cold sweat and he was gripping his bed sheets tightly. He sighed in relief and layed his head back down on his pillow. 'Only a nightmare Yami. Only a night...mare...' Yami shook his head violently. These nightmares happened too often.

Sitting up slowly, he put a hand to his face. He could almost never remember what happened in his nightmares, but he always awoke with a scream or a terrified feeling. He let a few tears roll down his face shamelessly.

Eventually, his few tears came to full blown crying. He quietly rocked back and forth as a sobs racked through his body. He felt it was okay to cry when he was alone. No one could make fun of you or laugh or do anything stupid to you. But yet again, he remembered that when he had cried in front of Yugi, he session lasted for a few minutes from his comfort. Not trying to fight it alone for what seemed like hours to him.

Alone. What a cursed word. Being trapped by yourself without anyone to help you. Living on the presence of yourself. What a cruel thing to do to someone. He had seen that a child's face would light up when their friend saw them and they played with them. They would be together and not by themselves.

He was ashamed at how much he did cry. It happened almost every night. Now one ever noticed this because Yami kept so many walls around him. He tired not to cry, he tried to be brave but fear can be a terrible thing. It seeps into your mind and eventually poisons it into believing one thing. You are not safe.

Glancing at the clock, his eyes widened. Eleven fourteen. He booked out of his bed and slipped on his shoes. He ran our of his room quickly but being quiet as he did so. He opened and closed the front door behind him and dashed away as fast as he could.

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Yami stood in front of a small apartment door. He messed with the handle and it opened to his surprise. He entered the house and saw no one else there so he strolled his way through the home carelessly. He opened the door to Ryan Wheelers room and looked at him in disgust.

He quickly grabbed his knife and plunged it down on his heart. "Buh-Bye Bastard." He said as it hit his heart. He struggled briefly before he stoped suddenly. Death. He kicked around empty beer bottles without a care in the world. He walked out of his room.

"J-joey? Is... Is that you?" A sickenly sweet voice asked Yami. He turned around quickly. His widened. A small form stood halfway between a wall and the rest of the hallway. He had the same crazy starfished shaped hair. Yugi.

"Who a-are you?" He asked frightfully. It hurt Yami's heart to see him so afraid. Thank Ra he had his good on otherwise he would be dead. "I promise I won't hurt you. I have no reason to. I am here to make Joey's life better."

"Go lay back down. You are tired. I can see it in your eyes." He said sternly. Yugi nodded and began to walk back to his sleeping bag. "Mmhh... Your voice sounds familiar." He said half consciously. Yami smiled. "Don't dwell on it. Goodnight Yugi."

Smiling to himself, Yami leaned down over Yugi's head. He kissed his forehead swiftly before standing up. He walked back into the room and did the eye symbol that he had forgotten about earlier. He walked out of the apartment as quickly as he could.

Fear began to rip against Yami's chest along with his unsteady heartbeat. What if Yugi found out who he is? Would he turn him in? Yami questioned himself that constantly as he walked back to Seto's. One questioned rattled in Yami's head like a dull bell.

What if?