Giving In

Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters of Yu-Gi-Oh. If I did, Marik, Bakura, and Yami would never be allowed to leave my bed *grin*

WARNING - This fic contains YAOI, non-consensual sex, blood, and dark content. Do not read further if that isn't your thing.

Author's Notes - This fic is being written for Acidflower, aka Acidburn, who is one of the best dark fic writers I've ever had the pleasure of reading.
Cheers to you, luv and I hope you continue to enjoy it.

No sex in this chapter . . . just a lot of plot development and general Yugi/Yami torment. Enjoy . . . and please review.

Chapter 2 - Shadows in the Mind

Solomon Motou walked into the Game Shop early the next morning. Looking around, the elderly man sighed and set about sweeping before the shop was
to open in an hour. Whistling cheerfully, he swept and cleaned the store before heading into the house proper. He stopped cold as he spied Yugi's
backpack and homework still spread out over the coffee table, and sighed.

"Yugi . . ."he murmured. "Silly boy . . . couldn't get out of bed without assistance this morning, could you?" He grinned. His grandson hated mornings,
and frequently needed a boost to get out of bed in the morning, as he would happily shut his alarm clock off and pass back out. Shaking his head, Solomon
walked up the stairs slowly, thinking of what he would say to Yugi and the whirlwind his grandson was about to become as the small teenager flew about
the house to get to school, even late.

He grew cold as he walked down the hallway towards Yugi's room. The bedroom door was wide open . . . and Yugi always slept wit cit closed. 'Perhaps
he just forgot,' the elderly man thought to himself. With his failing eyesight, he never saw the bloody hand print beside the door.

The short shopkeeper gasped in horror as he entered the bedroom of his beloved grandson. His eyes took in the blood soaked sheets, the bloody, stiffened
towel . . . and the broken and battered body lying unmoving beneath it.

"YUGI!" Solomon howled, scrambling to the boy's side, his mind whirling as he took in the damage to his grandson. Shaking, he reached for the phone,
dialing the emergency hotline quickly as he stared down in disbelief at the small body, shock making his voice much steadier than he would have thought
possible.

"Yes . . . this is Solomon Motou of the Kame Game Shop . . . I need an ambulance as soon as mortally possible. My grandson . . . my grandson has been
attacked."

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"I don't understand it . . ." Solomon whispered, staring at the unmoving body that lay in the intensive care unit of the hospital. "How could someone do
this to my poor little Yugi?"

Joey shook his head, his own eyes filled with tears as he too stared at the broken form of his best friend. The list of injuries the doctor's had given them
had been horrendous . . . besides the wound in the shoulder, there had been bite marks on several parts of the small boy's body, bruises where he'd been
beaten . . . and massive evidence of forced sexual intercourses bes best friend . . . the most innocent and joyful person he'd ever met in his life . . . had been
raped.

"What I don't get," Tristan murmured from behind him, where he held a crying Serenity, "is where Yami was? He's supposed to protect Yugi, by his own
admission . . . so how did this happen?" The others were silent except for the sounds of weeping. It was a question they all wondered fearfully . . . what if
Yami had been in control of Yugi's body when he was raped? It was something the Yami they knew would have done . . . take the boy and lock him in his
Soul Room to protect his mind from the horror, and then bear the brunt of it himself. But . . . Yami had been a Pharaoh back in Ancient Egypt. Could he
withstand the mental and physical strain of being completely at someone's mercy?

So, the friends waited and watched, unsure who they were waiting for, only knowing that they were waiting, and wondering what had happened.

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Yugi shivered in a corner of his Soul Room . . . a small, huddled ball of sobbing, shaking flesh and clothing. The Soul Room itself was nothing like what he
remembered it. The walls were cracked and peeling, the light dim and flickering. The toys his room had once been littered with were gone, signifying the end
of his innocence. Only three things remained in the room beside himself . . . a knife, a piece of rope, and blood. There was blood everywhere . . . wherever
the wide amethyst eyes looked, he could see the red substance, dried and caked on the walls, liquid splashes of it on the floor.

He was afraid to move . . . afraid even to breathe for fear of what would happen. He was trapped in this hellish room, surrounded on all sides by the
reminder of what Yami had done to him. He no longer called him his Yami . . . that fiend had not been the spirit he had come to know so well. He refused
to believe it . . . but deep in his mind, in corners that lay shadowed even from him, he recalled what the fiend had said.

"Have you never stopped to think what five thousand years trapped in darkness would do to a soul? You already know what it did to Bakura . . .
didn't you ever wonder how I stayed so sane when Bakura seems to have gone psychotic? You never did, did you? Little lost innocent . . . so
unconcerned with how things are the way they are, as long as all is right in the world ."

"Yami," he whispered, his voice hoarse and choked with longing. He wanted his friend and guardian back . . . but at the same time, he was deathly afraid.
Could he ever look at Yami the same again?

Some small corner of him wondered if this als all his fault. What Yami had said was true . . . he had dreamed of Yami loving him physically, quite often of
late, once Battle City was done. He had woken in the middle of the night many times since the end of that tournament, bathed in sweat, his body singing
with pleasure from dreams of the crimson eyed Pharaoh touching him intimately. He'd been ashamed of them . . . how could he think of his other that way?
But he'd been helpless to stop them . . . just as he'd been helpless to stop the growing feelings he'd had for his yami. He loved the spirit with a passion
he'd only felt before while dueling . . . but that love was fragmented now, buried deep below the fear that his yami was gone forever, replaced by the fiend
who wore his face and form.

He recalled hearing Yami's voice . . . his true voice, the voice of his guardian and friend, even as the fiend Yami had taken his innocence. Was his other
trapped in this nightmare with him somehow?

The shivering began again as he looked towards his Soul Room door. It was tightly sealed shut . . . and he hadn't wanted to open it, afraid of what he
would find on the other side. In here he felt some modicum of safety . . . in here, he was himself and alone. But if his Yami needed him . . .

**Yami?** he whispered, half afraid of what would answer him.

*My . . . aibou . . .* Yami replied. His voice was weak . . . much weaker than it had been the night before. *For . . . give . . .*

**Yami! Hang on . . . I'm coming . . .** He jumped to his feet, planning to race to his Soul Room door and open it.

*NO!* Yami suddenly shouted, freezing the smaller boy in his tracks jas has his fingers reached out to grasp the handle. *Do . . . not . . . come out. I . . .
can't . . .* His voice was growing softer and weaker by the moment.

**You need me!** Yugi cried . . . and then felt the presence in his link that hadn't been there before.

*Yes . . . do come out little hikari . . . so many games there are to play with us . . .* the presence whispered. Yugi shuddered and backed away from the
hur hurriedly, his arms hugging himself desperately as he recognized that voice. Flashes of Yami above him . . . drinking his blood, taking his virginity . . .
He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block them out.

**YOU'RE NOT YAMI!** he shouted, his voice bordering on hysterical.

*Oh, we are your precious Yami . . .we are the paf hif him that he buried in order to protect you from himself. But we are together again . . . you released
usm oum our imprisonment.*

"No . . . oh no, it's not possible . . ." Yugi moaned, his legs failing him suddenly. He dropped to his knees, his head sagging as he stared at the closed door
in abject terror.

"It's very possible," that voice said from the other side of the door, causing Yugi to scuttle backwards until his back hit the wall with a dull thud. "And
very true, little one. We are your Yami . . . born of darkness and isolation, trapped in this hell for five thousand years until you released us from our
imprisonment. But five thousand years in darkness, trapped in never ending night all alone, will do things to one's mind that you cannot begin to
comprehend. So he locked us away from you, keeping us in solitude in order to protect you. But his barrier upon us weakened further with ever drop of
desire he sensed from you . . . every dream, every wish that you made echoed in his heart and made him wish that he could touch you and hold you to
himself in return. Thus are we freed from our imprisonment completely . . . and thus have we supplanted him in his own mindur Yur Yami is dead. We are
Yami now."

"NO! I can still sense him . . . he's still there!" Yugi screamed, shaking his head vehemently in denial.

"Yes . . . he is still here . . . trapped within us as we were trapped within him. But he is weak . . . and soon he will be gone forever." The voice dropped
suddenly. "You must come out sometime, little Yugi. I have eternity to wait to taste your sweet blood again."

"Oh Yami," Yugi whispered, his heart breaking as he huddled in on himself. "I'm so sorry . . ."

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"His life signs are stable . . . but he's in a coma. There's no telling how much damage was done to his psyche . . . he may not wake up at all," the doctor
murmured. Gasps of horror and cries of denial answered his proclamation. "I'm sorry . . . we've done all we can. Now it's up to him if he wants to come
back."

Solomon collapsed into a chair, his face ashen.

"My grandson . . ." he whispered brokenly, and wept.

"Gramps . . . Yugi is strong, and he's got Yami with him. They'll come back . . .you'll see," Joey said confidently. Inside, however, he wondered. Even if
Yugi came back, he wouldn't be the same . . . his innocence had been taken, his body shattered . . . the light that he had carried within him would be tainted
forever by what had been done to him. What if . . . Yugi didn't want to come back?

"Come on bud . . ." Joey whispered, staring at the broken figure that lay surrounded by wires and machines. "You've got to come back to us." He
wondered absently where Yami was . . . shouldn't the spirit of the Puzzle have taken over once Yugi was unconscious? That was usually the case . . . so
what had gone wrong?

"Hello, Mutt," a cold voice murmured beside him. Joey jumped and spun to face Bakura, once again in control of Ryou's body.

"What the fuck do you want?" he growled, sounding very much like the dog he'd been nicknamed.

"Something isn't right, obviously, you dunce," whitwhite haired Tomb Robber snarled, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'm curious as to what it is."

"You can sense it too?" Joey said quietly, with a subtle glance back at his gathered friends.

"No shit," Bakura said coldly. "If even a dumbass like yourself can sense it, I most certainly can." Cold eyes assessed the figure behind the glass, silence
falling between the two. "There's a darkness there that I've never sensed before . . ." the Tomb Robber murmured suddenly.

"You m. . . . . like they've been possessed? Is that even possible?" Bakura snarled and cuffed him up side the back of his head.

"No, you idiot, so shut up and listen. I wasn't finished," he said. "There is a darkness there . . . but it is a darkness that feels exactly like Yami does to me."

"Huh?" Bakura sighed, and shook his head.

"Listen, you moron, and actually hear what I'm saying. That darkness bears Yami's aura . . . there is something wrong with that stupid Pharaoh."

"I don't get it," Joey murmured.

"Figures . . ." Bakura growled. "Take this warning to heart, puppy . . . Yami is not himself. Be wary." With that said, he disappeared, leaving a disoriented
and pitifully confused Ryou standing beside the an equally confused J

"Does he always have to speak in riddles?" Joey muttered under his breath. "What the fuck does he mean, Yami is not himself?" Ryou shrugged.

"I'm as lost as you are, Joey."