Here's the BIG turning point in the story. I actually feel guilty writing this chapter!
GOMEN YUUGI! *hugs him close*
*Inner Thoughts (In First-Person Perspective)*
"Speaking"
'Thinking'
//Yuugi to Yami/Atemu Mind link//
\\Yami/Atemu to Yuugi Mind link\\
o.o.o.o.o
Utsurotte sama you hitomi ni
Utsutta hitoshizuku
Haiiro no sekai
Tomatta mama yuki dake ga sotto
Furisosohu
(Soundless Voice by Kagamine Len)
(Snippet of full song)
o.o.o.o.o
He left the house that morning before Atemu had even finished getting ready. 'He'd probably want to stay behind, anyways, and meet up with Anzu,' he thought bitterly, forcing back tears. It was still quite dark outside, dawn almost breaking on the storming horizon. The dark gray clouds blanketed the entire sky, while soft, white flakes fell soundlessly to the ground...
His hand clenched around his switchblade tightly. After the emotional episode with Mokuba two days prior, he had searched out the sharp object, and stowed it away once more. The cuts hurt, but not nearly as bad as the emotional pain...
'Back to square one...' he thought sarcastically.. Back to being shunned and ignored. Back to facing a cold world alone, while trying desperately to cling to what little innocence was left. Back to being completely blindsided.
Just last night, he'd been waiting up for Atemu, who had gone out 'studying' with Anzu and Jounouchi. Nope, all conversations overheard about going to a NIGHTCLUB for teens must've been his ears playing tricks. Not to mention all the 'don't let Yuugi find out's he had heard. He scowled, and shoved his hands further into his pockets.
It wasn't the lie he minded as much as the ignorance. Coincidentally, Atemu had walkedthrough the door at midnight, just as Yuugi decided to treat his self-inflicted wounds...
*Flashback*
Yuugi settled at the kitchen table, First-Aid kit in his hands. Setting the white box down, he flipped open the plastic lid and dug out its contents. A variety of disinfectant sprays, some hydrogen peroxide, a box of Band-Aids, and a fresh roll of gauze later, the boy gingerly unwrapped his bound arms. With dry humor, he found resemblance between his appendages and a mummy.
He flinched as a scab caught on the old bandaging, having to be torn away. The skin just below the bends of his elbows was brightly enflamed, while traces of puss began to seep at the edges of seven particularly deep cuts. Three of the left arm, four on the right.
The reason for them? He'd caught Atemu and Anzu kissing again... It had shattered his heart, seeing his best friends so intimate. He knew he should be happy for the two, but he... he just couldn't.
In a flurry of tears and emotion, he had wielded his blade and sliced haphazardly into his flesh. It had bled badly... Very badly. But it had felt so good.
Euphoric.
The faint-headed-ness as he managed to staunt the bloodflow had caused a rare adrenaline rush through his emptying veins, his heart to race, and his mind to liven. He had never felt so empowered over his own life, as a singular fact planted a toxic seed of thought in his mind.
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Fanfiction(OLD! KIND OF CRAPPY.) Yuugi is depressed. Atemu and his other friends have completely abandoned him... He's turned to self-harm and suicidal thoughts to escape the pain. Why would they abandon him? Or is there more than meets the eye? (Dark/Angst P...
