DDLC Sayori x Yami

Part 4 The fight

Trigger warning Is there self-harm in this so if you're sensitive to this, then I recommend that you skip this. Just know that Yami and Sayori get in a fight.

Yami had woken up in his bed, but he couldn't remember anything that happened yesterday.

Sayori: She gently opened his bedroom door while holding a tray filled with food. "Morning Yami! Um, how are you feeling...?"

Yami: "Ahhh... Um... Well, I'm tired... My brain hurts... and I got a headache or something... Actually, um... Can you remind me what happened earlier...?"

Sayori: "Um... You mean yesterday...?" She said in a confused manner.

Yami: "Um... Oh... I fell asleep... Um, how long was I out for...?"

Sayori: "Around 13 hours..." She said as she placed the tray of food next to him.

Yami: "My goodness... Well... Could you pretty please tell me what happened yesterday...?"

Sayori: She signed as she gently patted his head. "Well, we finally got you to meet the other club members, and well... After that you and I were walking home and you were walking a little funny but I didn't want to be rude so eventually you kinda passed out and I brought you home..."

Yami: "Oh shit... Um... Well, at least I'm alive, right..."

Sayori: "Yami... Was there alcohol in that coffee you had..." She looked at him with an uneasy look.

Yami: "Um... Ok... Yes, there was alcohol in the coffee..."

Sayori: "Did you ask for the alcohol...?"

Yami: He looked down. "Well... I did... I had a fake ID with me..."

Sayori: "Yami! You can't drink underage!" She suddenly yelled.

Yami: "Could you not yell so loud..."

Sayori: "Yami, I'm serious!"

Yami: "Sayori It's just alcohol..."

Sayori: "How long have you been drinking!?"

Yami: He stopped and tried to remember. "Umm... After my parents passed..."

Sayori: "Yami, you're gonna get yourself hurt! Or worse, you'll be dead!"

Yami: "Well, at least the alcohol takes away the pain, Sayori! At least that got me through these last few years of hell!"

Sayori: "It doesn't matter if it helped Yami! Alcohol is bad for you and you know It!"

Yami: "At least the alcohol was there for me!!!" He loudly screamed at her.

Sayori immediately fell into tears as she got off of Yami's bed and started walking away.

Yami: "W-Wait Sayori... I didn't mean It like that..."

Sayori: She slowly turned around and stared at him. "Then what do you mean It as..." A few tears started to fall from her face and onto the ground.

Yami: "No... No... I was... I just..."

Sayori: "Excuses! Excuses! Yami, you hurt me when you stopped talking to me, and I was in a depressed state before that, but you made It ten times worse! Screw you Yami Diaz. I hope I never have to be hurt again by you!!!"

She had tears running down her face she would then run off and slam his door, Yami was shocked to say the least, he didn't mean to hurt her he was just depressed and saw drinking as the only way out, that night he cried harder then be ever did before Sayori was right about him, eventually he found himself In the bathroom with a razor blade in one hand with 3 different cuts on his forearm.

Yami: "This... Is... What... I... Deserve..." He said in heavy breaths as he slowly stood up and walked back over to his bed and pulled a bottle of whiskey out from under his bed and he drank that entire drink that night and passed out on his bed eventually.