Requested by Xxcreek_fangirl34xX

Heavy language is included in this one-shot! A lot of it. . . And, death and blood is involved.

Although I hate doing this, this is what the reader looks like in the beginning! And, art by me! Also, to make you seem like you are related to Mario more, your hair is H/C on the top, then brown on the bottom. Unless your hair really is brown...

I'm sorry this story took so long! I've been dealing with real life and digital issues lately, but I still try to work on this one shot at least a little everyday! I promise to start updating more! Also, I have two more one shots to finish before anyone can suggest anything, alright? So after this is published, wait for me to reopen requests.

Word count: 3613
Length: Medium
Time taken: Two days
Rating: 3/5

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Second Person POV

     The lovely girl known as Y/N had a dark past. She was only 23, and spent 5 years of her life in Hell. Ever since 18, she wasted her life away with him. The one who would abuse her, almost overdose, and cheat. Though, the man, George, would never let her leave. George had an....obsession with her. At least, for the first few years.

You were beat to a blackout many times, somehow living in the end. Bruises and cuts were everywhere on you. Though, this was it. The fear you had would no longer hold you down. You had a bag of clothes in your hand.

Inside your pockets were a knife and a gun, which you hoped you wouldn't have to use. You leaned over the bedroom window, determination filling your veins. George would be coming home soon.

You didn't dare wait a second, and jumped the window. A yelp escaped your lips as your hit the ground. It wasn't too bad a fall, as you stood up and ran your way to the back with a small stumble. You didn't care if where you lived was a ghetto area. After all, it was darker and there were more places to get around.

You ran into the streets and into the alleyway, where George would usually be before going home. Just as you neared the alleyway he would be, you couldn't help but here he and someone else talking. You hummed quietly, listening close as you got into a darker area.

"Are ya sure you'd up for da challenge?" A deep voice asked. You heard George chuckle before he nodded. What challenge? You thought to yourself.

"I'm up for anythin'," George responded. "Even if it means killin' that bitch at home. Hell, it wouldn't even surprise her. That bitch has learned to stay silent afte' all these years. Her death is what she wishes at this point." You mentally growled. You knew he was talking about you.

"Though, despite years of abuse, she is a strong women. Take this, use it on her, then bring her to us. You'll get your money afterwards," the dark voice said. You growled. George was going to kidnap you and sell you! The unidentifiable man gave a bottle to

"Alright, man. Seems we got a deal," George said as he puts the bottle in his pocket. He shakes hands with the unidentifiable man before walking off. Though, like hell you would let him leave. She took out your gun and ran out of the dark spot, in front of George.

He seemed taken aback to have me point a gun at him. He had a shocked-turned-angry expression as he took a step back, ready to run. I wouldn't allow it.

"Tell me what the fuck you were talking about, or have your damn brains spilled!" I threatened. He growled, spinning on his heel to run. The guy he was talking with noticed my presence, and he took out his gun and pointed it at me.

I smirked as I shot George's back leg, making him fall and let out a scream of pain. The man he was talking to attempted to shoot me, but....someone had grabbed him. I walked over to George, eyeing the person who grabbed the man. He was a black colored Yoshi, and wore red shoes along with a gold chain around his neck.

     "Well, go's on with's you's target. I's got cho' back," the Yoshi said as he held the gun rougher to the man's head. Although I didn't trust this yoshi, I nodded anyway. George glared daggers into my soul, making my smirk darkly.

     "Hurts to be the one bleeding now, doesn't it?" I asked as I giggled, making him growl.

     "You bitch! You don't know what the fuck you're doing!" He yelled at me. I cocked my head to the side. "Is that so?" I asked before punching his face, causing him to let out a grunt. I heard the yoshi mumble something, but I ignored it.

     "So, tell me, what was it you two were discussing?" I asked as I pushed him down. He tried getting up, but I pointed my gun ar his head, making him stop.

     "I was selling your stupid-ass into slavery," he answered. Slavery? Like a...

     I hummed in response. "Big mistake," I mumbled as I shot his head. Blood sprayed across the walls, ground, and me. From behind me, I heard another gun shot. I snapped my head towards the yoshi, seeing blood splattered around his area.

     I took a threatening step towards him.  "Tell me," I stared. "Who are you?" I asked. He pointed his gun at the ground, wiping off blood on his face. He then looked at me, a dark smile across his face.

     "Name's Black Yoshi's," he answered. "Who's chu?" He asked. I glanced at the ground, hesitantly for a second.

     "I'm Y/N, Y/N L/N," I answered. He nodded, coming closer to me. He looked at me from head to toe, observing all about me. Suddenly, he whistled. I took a step back, my cheeks growing red. I took a step back, glaring at him.

     "Excuse me!" I growled. He just chuckled, making me blush a bit more somehow. "Well's, Y/N, I'll's see chu's soon, I's hope's," he said as he turned around, walking off. I hummed to myself, wondering why he even appeared.

     I shrugged, walking home. Once I got home, I grabbed my bag of clothes, and started towards my brother's house. This was going to be a fun, long walk. . .

     Once it got dark, I shuddered. I felt eyes on me as I walked the sidewalk. My brother was 5 hours away, I don't have a car. I've been walking for about 3 hours straight. Though, I wouldn't let it stop me. I could hear distant yells and gun shots, making me growl. I was tired, so like Hell I'd accept loud noise positively.

     It took hours, but I finally made it to my brother's house. . . I looked up at the large building, full consciousness coming to me. I had killed the one who ruined my life. . . I was never going to deal him again. Never will I be hit, drugged, cut, and more like that again. No more smells lf alcohol and smoke. No more spending money on Morning After Pills. . . I was finally free...

     I smiled happily as I took the first step towards the building, feeling joy hit me like a brick. I was finally free after all these years! Tears of joy threatened to fall, and I let them this time. I made my way up to the building, then knocked on the door.

     On the other side, I heard screaming and cussing. I then heard footsteps coming close to the door, then opening it. It was my brother, Mario. His eyes widened.

     "Y/N?! Is that you!?" He asked. I smiled sadly, nodding. "Yeah...It's me," I answered. He opened the door completely to let me in.

    "Well, get it! I-It's cold out there and you may catch a cold!" He said worriedly, like he always was with me. I nodded, coming in. He then grabbed my arm, leading me to the couch. He pushed me on it, then sat next to me.

     "Now, tell me, why are there marks, bruises, and blood on you?" He asked worriedly. I looked down, frowning.

     ". . . .George," I answered. He seemed confused. "Turns out he was abusive, and a drug dealer," I said. Mario seemed shocked. He then looked my marks before standing up. He told me to stay where I am and wait. I nodded.

     After a minute of waiting, I hear laughing. Suddenly, someone walked in with purple Kool aid and headphones. His eyes were focused on the Kool aid he was drinking before he noticed my presence.

     My cheeks lit up, and I tensed. Why was Black Yoshi here!? He saw me, then his eyes widened.

     "Y/N, is that chu?" He asked, sitting next to me. I nodded. "Yes. And why are you here?" I asked him, giving him a questioning glare.

     "Ahh... I's live here, duh! Now, why's chu here?" He asked me. I sighed.

     "My brother, Mario-!" I was cut off by him.

     "Mario's chu's brother?! But he's so ugly'sis, and chu's so beautiful's!" He yelled shockingly. I was silent for a fee seconds, then giggled.

     "True, true," I smirked. Suddenly, Black Yoshi wrapped his arms around my shoulder, making me blush. I tensed at the touch.

     "You's know, I like chu," he said. I smiled, wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

     "I think I like you, too-!" Before I could finish, Mario walked in. He glared at Black Yoshi. I sighed, knowing what would happen text, seeing as how Mario was over protective, and probably hated Black Yoshi.

     I stood up. "I got to go," I said tiredly before walking towards the stairs, assuming where the shower room was. Mario nodded.

     "Okay, just don't get hurt or break anything!" He said worriedly. I ignored him as I made my way up the stairs and to the bathroom light. I walked in with my bag of clothes, then undressing. Well, it eas now time to clean all the blood of me. . . I wonder how I got away looking like this.

     Once the smell of blood was gone, along with the bloody appearance, I got dried and put on the only clothes I had: pajamas. A black bottom and F/N tangtop. I wondered why I didn't bring more.   .   .

     Once I stepped out, I walked downstairs. I sat on the couch, seeing Black Yoshi play Call of Duty. And damn- he was good! I smiled, watching closely.

     After an hour or so, he finally noticed my presence.

     "Ohz, hey Y/N!" He said happily as he turned to me for a second, then looking back at his game. I waved a little.

     "Hello, Black Yoshi," I greeted back, sounding tired. He looked at me, making a clicking sound with his mouth.

     "Guurl, you soundz tired'es. Doz you's wants to go's to sleep'esis?" He asked me. I nodded a little.

     "Yeah, but I'm fine for now," I answered. He sighed, looking back at the TV before head-shotting another player.

     "Sure. . . Soz, how's long's you's gon' stay?" He asked. I shrugged.

     "I ain't sure. Though, where am I going to sleep. . .?" I mumbled the last sentence. "I'll ask Mario," I mumbled as U was about to stand up. Though, someone grabbed my arm, pulling me back down harshly.

     "No's need'esis, Y/N. You's sleepin' here tonigh'!" He said. I sighed, shrugging.

     "Might as well," I said, then saw my brother walking downstairs. He had a small smile-turned-frown in his face as he saw Black Yoshi. He walked up to me, grabbed my wrist.

     "Hey, Mario. What are you....?" I mumbled as he pulled me up and walkibg off. I turned my head to Black Yoshi and saw a frown on his face. I sighed, pulling my wrist from my brother.

     "Don't drag me around, Mario. Now, where are you taking me?" I asked as he faced me.

     "To your room," he said bluntly before walking up the stairs, me following afterwards. I didn't think Mario had that many rooms, but shrugged it off as he made a lot of money. As we got to the top, he walked to a door abd opened ir fir me. I walked in, looking around. It looked like. . .someone already claimed this room.

     I looked at Mario with a questioning look.

     "Is this your room?" I asked bluntly. He looked down and stayed silent before sighing. He nodded his head slowly, seemingly upset. I felt guilt hit me somehow. I walked over to me brother, hugging him. He seemed taken aback, but hugged back anyway.

     After all few seconds, I let go.

     "Don't worry, I don't mind if you don't have a large enough house for me to have a room to myself. Thank you for letting me use your's, brother," I smiled. He smiled back, returning to his normal self.

     He looked like he wanted to stay something, makung me sigh. My brother was always like this to me: made me feel guilty, and treat me like a child that doesn't understand anything. He would never give me details right away, in fear that I wouldn't understand and he'd have to teach me. I rolled my eyes playfully.

     "What do you want to tell me?" I asked, looking at him eye-to-eye, as I was only a little bit [taller/shorter] than him. He sighed again, glancing around the room as to stall and gather words.

     "I think you should stay away Black Yoshi," he admitted, figiting with his hands. I can't blame him; I was about to start a fight.

     ". . . . And why was that?" I asked darkly as to scare him a little. Though, he only growled in response, rather than cowarding.

     "I shouldn't have to explain this to you, Y/N! You are a grown women!" He fought, annoyed. I scoffed.

     "Exactly. Don't tell me what I should and shouldn't do. You may be older, but you sure as hell are much more mature and weaker," I rolled my eyes, trying to give him a reason to back off.

     He responded angrly to this, causing a larger fight. Somehow the fight lasted about an hour in that room. It ended when I pushed him out of the room abd locked the door. I sighed in relief calming my nerves barely.

     I leaned against the door, sliding diwn and putting ny knees to my chest. I closed my eyes as I rested my srms ob my knees, then rested my head on my arms.

     My brother banged on the door one time, yelling for it to open. Though, I wouldn't. I stood up after he left a minute later. I wasn't mad at him, just annoyed. He would never shut up, and acted like such a white boy. I turned off the lights and walked to bed, laying fown and closing my eyes. Slumber quickly came in.

     I woke up to be being shook. I slowly opened my eyes and blinked a fee times. Suddenly, I saw who woke me up: Black Yoshi.

     "Y/N, you's awake?" He asked. I nodded, gruntung silently as I sat up. He grabbed my arm, pulling ne off the bed, and I allowed it.

     "We's gonna stay up, OK? Come's on's," he said as he walked out of the room and downstairs. I shrugged, following.

     For a while, me and Black Yoshi played Call of Duty and laughed and screamed with each other. Yes, he let me play the Call of Duty because I seemed 'special' to him.

     Suddenly, Mario came downstairs with a tired and annoyed expression. As soon as he saw me, he growled.

     "Y/N. What are you doing up?" He asked me with crossed arms. I rolled my eyes, sipping purple koo-laid that Black Yoshi gave to me. Black Yoshi wrapped his arms around me, rolling his eyes and scoffing as well.

     "Mario, we's just havin' some fun, okay? What's, is a black's man's not allowed to spend's time with your sister'sid?" He asked, seemingly offended. Mario shook his head.

     "Not if your alone. I don't want you trying anything with her, or treating her like you do with your girlfriend," he hissed back. I felt a bit upset Nat he had a girlfriend, but shrugged off these feelings. Black Yoshi huffed.

     "You know what," Mario said as he walked over to me, gripping my arm. "I don't want you two seeing each other," he said as Mario yanked me up, making me stumble. I really was weak, wasn't I? I tried yanking my arm back, but Mario can be strong when he wants to.

     Black Yoshi huffed again, making a clicking sound with his mouth.
"Maaan, why you gotta do me like that, folk?" He asked. Mario ignored him and practically dragged me to my room.

     For days and weeks, it was like this. Mario would watch me, treat me like a child, and more. He did it only to keep me away from Black Yoshi. I didn't understand why he was so overprotective. Hell, he's even gone to keeping a lock on the door to keep me from seeing Black Yoshi while he was sleeping.

     His son, Jeffy, would unlock it at night for me, but Mario would always catch him and yell at him. I've considered leaving, finding another place to live, but couldn't as I would have to leave Black Yoshi, and I have no where else to go, anyway.

     I sighed as I covered myself more with rhe covers, staring at the sheets. It was probably 2 AM at this point, but I couldn't go to sleep. I sighed again, turning around. The room was cold, and tension filled the air. For whatever reason, I felt I had to stay up, as something bad would happen. I shrugged it off, closing my eyes. Slowly, I fell to a deep sleep.

     "Open up!" Someone screamed from downstairs, making me awake. I looked around the room, feeling my heart race. I looked at the door, wondering what was going on.

     I ran to the door, trying to open it. It was locked! I looked around the room before a dagger caught my attention. I ran to it before using it to break the door handle. I opened the door and downstairs.

     I noticed two people dressed in black and holding guns right away. They looked fimiliar. Not only that, but they were looking at me.

     "Oi! Where is the Italian man?!" Screamed one. I growled, rolling my eyes. I shrugged, not in the mood to care for this account.

     "I don't know. Look elsewhere," I growled. The guns pointed at my head, making me a little anxious.

     "Alright you sassy bastard," said the other. I smirked a little, in the verge of laughing despite the situation.
"Tell us where-!"

     "I suggest using a voice changer, Brooklyn," I giggled Brooklyn seemed taken aback, as he jumped. The other must hace been Simons.

     "Don't cut me off, Y/N! Now tell me where your damn brother is!" He ordered. I heard rustling from upstairs, making the intruders look up.

     "Looks like we got 'em," Brooklyn said darkly. He growled.

     "Not. At. All.," I hissed quietly as I lunged towards Brooklyn Guy, and falling on top of him. Simons jumped raising the gun to my head. Mario ran to the stairs, looking at the situation with wide eyes.

     "Y/N!?" He yelled. Idiot, I thought about my brother. It was true, though. The intruders faced Mario. Brooklyn threw me off him, then stood up, as did I. He wrapped his arms around my neck and put the gun to my head, and I thrashed around.

     Simons chuckled darkly before growling.

     "Where is our money!?" He yelled. Mario was sweating. Afraid. And he treated me as if I was always afraid.

     I stopped moving when I heard a voice behind everyone. Black Yoshi, I thought.

     Suddenly, a loud gunshor was heard behind me, making me shut my eyes tightly. The arm around me fell loose, as the body fell lifelessly to the floor. Simons shreeked before being shot himself.

     I breathed heavily as I looked at my brother. He had the most fearful expression I've every seen.  .  .

     I turned towards Black Yoshi, seeing him smirk darkly while holding a gun in one hand and money in the other. He looked up at me and Mario. He walked closer, chuckling.

     "Mario, man, I's just saved you's and Y/N's life. Can's I's be with's her's now?" He asked. Mario was taken aback, then sighed. Rather than speaking, he just walked to his room.

     I hummed in response, absolutely confused by Mario. Suddenly, Black Yoshi gripped my waist, bringing my closer to him. My face went bright red, but he seemed absolutely fine.

     "I didn't hear a 'no'," he said. I wrapped my arm around him, just before he went into the Living Room. I sat on his lap with my arm around his shoulders as he played Call of Duty. He bragged to iis online friends about me, making my feel loved.

     After months, Mario finally excepted that me and Black Yoshi are in love, and that nothing can stop that. It turns out that the reason Black Yoshi had a gun that night was because he caught his ex-girlfriend cheating on him, so he shot her and the guy she was cheating with. Oh, and there family.