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Sins of the Father -Done!-	By : ShadowofLight Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3834 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Sins of the Father�

By: Beloved/Shadow
A few months had passed since Yugi�s mother had died in a car accident and his father began to drink. At first it wasn�t so bad, he would slap him around a bit then he would apologize but now it was getting worse. A lot worse.

The young boy cried out in pain as his back connected with the end table hard enough to form yet another bruise. He was surprised when this time the sharp edge misses sps spine but it still hurt. He looked up just time to get a vicious slap across his face, knocking him off his feet and hit the floor.

�What have I told you about talking back to me?� the man hissed at him, holding the neck of a bottle tightly n his other hand that was half full.

He looked up at him with fear. �B-But dad I wasn�t-�

�I didn�t say you could speak!!� he yelled and used the bottle to smack him upside the head only to have it shatter upon impact. He reached down, hauling his son to his feet by the front of his school jacket and looked at him with hard eyes. He watched as blood fell down the young face from the gashes the broken bottle made. They mingled with tears that he reached out and traced the trail towards the boy�s quivering lips. He never realized it until now but the boy was quite handsome to look upon. His head snapped back and with a growl he tossed the short boy into the stairs and went out the front door, slamming it shut behind him and drove off.

Yugi laid there, sprawled against the stairs and wincing at the pain in his back intensified. He was scared and swallowed the tears that threaten to fall as he managed to get to his hands and knees before crawling up the stairs. His back protest at any movement but he swallowed and continued until he reached the top and using the post pulled himself to his feet. He nearly fell back but held on tight and made his way to the bathroom.

The bathroom was bare and day in he still wondered at how his dad had managed to keep his job but still get drunk nearly every night. Some nights he was lucky not to get hurt but others� well his body was proof of that he as slowly pulled his jacket off and then his shirt.

His back was a mis-matched pattern of swollen bruises ranging from blue to red to black-purple. His pale skin also showed pale red welts from lashes of a belt when his father was to drunk to use his fists. He sighed as he turned the water on, allowing the hot to run before putting the pug into the drain and went through the process of slowly removing the rest of his uniform. He had more bruises along his legs where he kept falling into the stairs or tripping around the house, finding it incredibly lucky he hadn�t broken a single bone yet. He placed his uniform in the hamper, thinking he would wash it later and turned the water off once the tub was full. The water was blissfully hot and with the utmost most care eased his aching body into the water. It stung at his wounds but was able to scrape away anymore pain, letting him lay back against the cool tile. The trapped warmth soon filled the small bathroom that before it lulled him to sleep Yugi picked up a worn washcloth and bar of soap. Lathering it up good he carefully washed along his body, washing blood away from slight cuts and took the greatest care on swollen bruises. He ducked down in the water so it came up to his chin and rinsed the suds away, sighing softly as if felt good to be clean again and muscles tense then very slowly became unknotted. He groaned through when he began washing at his face, wincing as he scrubbed hard as the gash on his temple so it wouldn�t get infected and bit his lip hard when he washed his hair.

It was an hour or so later when he finally got out of the bath and softly padded into his room, a towel around his waist as he pulled on his boxers and a simple T-shirt. He sighed pleasantly as he lay belly first on his bed, so involved with his homework that he didn�t realize his father had just arrived until he looked up from his algebra to see him standing there at the doorway.

He had been drinking that was obvious from the way his posture swayed so he leaned heavily on the doorway, clothes were disshelved and a half empty case of beer tucked under his arm. He swallowed the sudden lump in his throat as he watched his father just look at him with deep blue eyes, trailing over his body and deep down felt something very creepy about that. He didn�t say anything but his father closed the door and footsteps retreated to the master bedroom just down the hall. Yugi released the breath he didn�t realize he was holding and rested his head in his open math book, thoughts racing through his mind.

�Was he going to hit me again?� he asked himself, taking a moment to calm his racing heart as he slowly sat up and placed his books into his school bag. �No� if he was going to hit me he would�ve done it. I wish he would stop drinking.� But it would never happened. Flicking his lamp off he slid under the covers and continued his letter to his grandfather who was now in Egypt with one of his old friends. After a while he found himself yawning and the words were beginning to blur before his eyes. �I�ll finish it tomorrow,� he told himself sleepily so he tucked the letter under his mattress, curled under the blankets and before he knew it was fast asleep.
It was deep into the night that he was slowly pulled from the depths of darkness by a very unusual feeling. He stirred and slowly his eyes opened a bit as his sleep-fogged mind tried to comprehend what woke him up. Something tightened around his waist, pulling him against a warm body and hot breath tickle his ear. Violet depths opened wider, adjusting to the darkness of the room and slowly looked down. His breath hitched in his chest as he recognized that it was his father�s arm holding him tightly to him, as if afraid he would run away. The closeness made the young boy feel nervous and he tried to pull away but the arm tightened rather tightly to the point where it was beginning to get harder to breathe.

�Okay Yugi think! Why would dad be here? Did he get too drunk to find his own bed?� he thought to himself and stiffen even more as the hand began to stroke his stomach over his shirt while a thick leg tried to slide between his own. Now he really began to panic and made to try and push him away, opening his mouth to tell him to stop but froze when he heard him murmuring.

�Sorry� for everything�� his father breathed into his ear heavily, the wandering hand stopping just above the waistband of his boxers. He had fallen asleep with both arms around him tightly, his broad chest pressed against his slender backside.

�� Just for this one night.� Sighing deeply Yugi tried to get comfortable and drift off to uneasy sleep. Soon that one night stretched into several nights, not always sleeping in his bed either and nothing he did could stop him. The only good thing was that the beatings had stopped almost entirely, giving his abused body to heal but then there was always the lingering touches or no reasons for his father to hold him tight. He let it all go with puzzled expressions, wondering what made his father change so much and didn�t realize just what was going on until one night he was woken from his sleep when he felt someone pick him up from his warm bed, then maybe half a minute later was laid on his back on a cool bed that made him shiver ever so lightly. He was so tired he just wanted to sleep some more but his brain forced him awake when he felt a heavy weight on his body, pinning him to the mattress. He tried to roll over but he weight pressed on him harder his eyes opened wide. Pinning him to the bed was his own father.

�D-Dad? What are you doing?� he asked in a very quiet voice.

He didn�t answer but looked down at him with blood shot eyes. His breath smelled of heavy liquor and he wore a dark pair of pants and jacket, showing that he must�ve just gotten home. He looked down at him and quick as a hawk swooped down to press his lips over the pale ones underneath him.

Yugi�s eyes widen to the size of saucers and he to push him away but he was easily out-weighted. He tried to pull his hands free but soon they were pinned harshly to the headboard of his bed as the mouth moved over his harder, bruising his lips as his other hand moved down the length of his body, reaching the edge of his shirt before sliding up underneath and pinched his pale nipples very hard. The boy cried out in pain and nearly gagged as a slimy tongue entered his mouth.

His father moaned deeply as he tasted the young boy as he struggled underneath him, releasing his hands to grab the shirt and ripped it clean off his body. Moving down from his mouth he bit at the pale skin, leaving marks to prove that he was his, smirking at the faint cries of pain coming from his only son. He ignored the small hands that pushed at his chests and shoulders, trying to get him off but he wasn�t stopping. Not until he was done. Not until he got what he wanted.

�Dad please! Don�t do this!� Yugi cried as he tried vainly to plea with him, to escape this nightmare but nothing could think of was working. He cringed as he felt that hot mouth go down his body, his skin tightening over his small frame too painfully. Slowly he was able to sit up on his elbows, watching through tearing eyes as his father, the man that had been raising him since his mother died pull his boxers down and took him completely in his mouth. This time he didn�t care if he was slapped or struck with a beer bottle, anything was better than this so he cried out in a mixture of emotions. �Stop it, please!!�

The man gripped his hips tightly in answer to his cries for help; blunt fingers digging into the pale flesh hard enough to leave bruises as his mouth took him all the way to the back of his throat, hold, then pull back before starting over. If he had any reasoning left in his drunken mind the last shred of it was thrown out the window, nearly biting the very sensitive skin and large hands pulled his slender hips up to take him deeper and harder. He was like a man starving for food and in the process was causing some real pain to his only son.

The boy continued to cry freely, trying to pull away or something but it was no use. Hands felt like claws as they dug into his skin deeply, almost to the point of breaking the skin but the bruises that were forming were turning darker and more sensitive. He couldn�t pull away but a voice in the back of his mind asked if he really wanted to leave. He argued that �yes of course� he did but a tiny part of him tried to reasoned with his fear. Everything was happening too fast that he barely noticed as his young body seemed to tighten more, feeling a kind of knot form in the pit of his stomach and in the process seemed to be blocking a great amount of pressure that he cried out in pain once more but this time because his own body was beginning to hurt him even more.

Slo Slowly he drew his head back, dark eyes taking in the young member as it was coated thoroughly with his saliva and looked red as blood from the harsh treatment but he didn�t care. Slowly he pushed himself up to knees, watching as the young boy tried to gather his wits together he never noticed as his large hands trailed down his sides, grasping his hips and in one fluid motion flipped him onto his back. Keeping a hand firmly on the small of his son�s back he quickly pulled off what remaining clothes there were and laid on him once more, moaning deeply at the feel of skin touching skin he began to move slowly.

Violet eyes filled with fresh tears widen and try as he might, could not escape the heavy weight of the man lying atop of him. When he began to move he tried to maybe pull his body to the floor or at least off the bed but all attempts failed once again; one of his arms was pulled out behind him, holding it firmly in place so if he tried to move he would end up twisting his own arm painfully, the weight now shifting across his back he could only lay there in a panicked state before he felt the other hand slide up front, grasping him tightly between his legs that he could help but gasp in shock, his hips pushing up and all the color drained from his face as something large and somewhat dry begin to push into his butt. He whimpered and tried weakly to pull back, bringing his hips down but the hand tighten around him in a crushing grip, forcing him to remain on his knees that he did. But all that changed when the object drew back then rammed all the way inside. Yugi�s screams of pain were muffled by the pillow as the man behind him began to push in and out as a rapid pace, keeping his left arm twisted behind his back as his other hand pulled and squeezed his member.

�Kami help me!! Please� anyone!!� eh cried out softly, letting the tears run down his face even from his tightly shut eyes but nothing answered his please except a few grunts and the wet sounds coming from behind. �Oh kami-sama� what did I do to deserve this?� So the young child suffered through the worse night ever since his mother died and left him. A night that he tried to forget and lock it away deep in the back of his mind, a night where he continually asked kami why this was being done. Through it all his father never said anything to him, his glazed eyes staring at his son�s pale skin as he forced his body on him over and over, letting the night run out.
Dawn�s light spread over the city below, chasing away the shadows of darkness and peeking through parted curtains to wake the inhabitants inside. However, in one such room one of the occupants was wide awake, greeting the early light as it bathed his lean form in soft colors of gold with just a hint of red-oranges. He had woken not that long ago with a throbbing headache but one long as the room then down at the figure in the bed he had shared left him sick to his stomach. He would�ve lost it all over the floor but luck for him he had not eaten in the past two days but that was his downfall as the alcohol was able to course through his body much faster. His hand tighten painfully over the curtain that had been hung to keep the light out before he loosen his grip and turned away form the pure light. He made his way to the bed and looked down as the figure, feeling another sharp pang of shame and regret filling his heart.

His young son, still a child really was laying curled up on one side of the bed in a fetal position, arms wrapped around himself as if trying to protect himself from further harm. His soft, tri-colored hair stuck to his angelic face and neck from the sweat that was slowly drying off, making him shiver and pull the thin sheet around him some more. The pale blue sheets were rumbled and sported a large, red stain on it along with some white substance, the same substance that smeared the boy�s backside where he had focused himself upon him. Tears were stained along his face and he whimpered time to time as his shifted his body around then laid still, breathing deeply as he continued to sleep.

The man leaned over, about to brush his fingers against the boy�s cheek but stopped and pulled back, knowing that he had no right to do so and slowly pulled on his clothes from the other night. They smelled of heavy liquor but he didn�t care. Going to the bathroom he picked up a towel, wetted it some and returned back to his son�s side. It took a while because he stopped every time Yugi would whimper or shield away but he managed to clean him as much as he could and carefully dressed him in some warm clothing, noting who even with the sweats on he shivered. �Yugi�� he breathed softly and witen gen grater care picked him up in his arms.

The boy cried out weakly, trying to push him away but stopped and leaned against his chest, whimpering like a newborn infant as his mind tried to run from groping hands in the darkness. The older man looked at him sympathetically before he left the room and carefully carried him to his bedroom. Once he head touched the pillow he immediately wrapped his arms around the pillow and buried his face in it, hugging the blankets around his body as they were pulled to his neck.

The man watched him for a while before heading into the bathroom and set a glass of water and some pills in his hand. He hated to wake the child up but he had to. Sitting on the edge of the bed he propped his son up a bit and waited patiently as his eyes opened to look up at him sleepily.

�� daddy?� he asked softly.

�Yes it�s me son� how do you feel?� he asked softly, already fearing the worse.

�I hurt� and I don�t feel too good�� he whimpered softly, rubbing at his eyes as tears threaten to fall once more.

�here. Just swallow these and then you can go back to sleep.� He gave him a pill of extra-strength and held the glass of water to his lips as he slowly drank it all down. Standing up he tucked his son into bed and was about to leave when a timid voice called him back.

�Daddy?�

�Yes Yugi?�

�� I had a nightmare��

The man groaned inwardly as he sat next to him on the bed, looking at him with concerned eyes. �Well I�m here now so the bad dreams won�t come and hurt you. Get some sleep.�

�Okay� I love you daddy.�

�I love you too, my son�� he until he was sure Yugi was asleep before silently leaving the room and closed the door so it was opened a crack. Returning to the master bedroom he glared at the bloodied sheets and picked up the phone. It took him a moment to try and remember the number but when that failed he dialed the operator.

�City please.�

�Domino.�

�Name please.�

�Turtle Game/Card Shop.�

�One moment.� There was a pause before the other line began to ring. It was on the fourth ring that the line was picked up and an elderly voice was behind it. The man took a deep breath before he spoke up.

�Motou.�

�Yes, who is this?�

�� It�s me. Look, something�s come up and Yugi can�t live with me anymore. I can�t give you all the details but I have to go out of town for a while. I can�t take him with me and I know he�ll be happy there with you.�

�� Alright. When should I be expecting you then?�

�I�ll make arrangements and call you went it�s ready. And if he asks about me� just tell him that I�m sorry I had to go but that I do love him.�

�Yes of course.� The old man looked at the phone as the other line hung up, leaving a dial tone before setting the phone back on the cradle. Before the week was out Surgokou welcomed his grandson to the game shop he owned and his new home. Neither ever spoke about Yugi�s father as he did leave town yet he never wrote, called, or visited so the young boy grew up with the love of his grandfather helping him along the way. Many things happened to him during the next several years, especially with the solving of the Millennium Puzzle, the Duelist Kingdom and countless other things but through it all he had his grandfather and friends to help him out. It wasn�t until one day that his perfect little world would come to a screeching halt.
It was a bright day in Domino as the final bell rung and classes were let out for the day. Students happily made their way out, rapidly filling the hallways and courtyard as they laughed and talked with one another. His friends surrounded one such student as they made they way off the school grounds and towards the game shop where Yugi lived and worked with his grandfather.

�Hey Yug� you think you gramps can give us some new cards?� a teenagers with dark blonde hair and puppy-dog eyes asked.

�Not unless you have money to buy some,� the youth said with a smile. The group laughed softly as the one called Joey groaned in defeat but it was like this everyday. They were all around 16 years old and were now juniors in Domino High school. The four of them had been through so much along the way but in the end their little group crew to consist of even more friends but the four of them were tight.

Joey Wheeler was a handsome boy with his dark blonde hair and deep brown eyes that earned him the nickname �puppy� from one Seto Kaiba and it irked him to no end when he was called that. Over the few years he was able to move in with his sister Serenity and their mother, happy to be a family once more. He never spoke about his father but to him he didn�t seem to matter. He cared deeply for Serenity and the group accepted her as one of the gang.

Tristen Taylor was another tall young with brown haircut into a kind of blade haircut with hazel eyes. He and Joey were usually making mock battles and the sort time to time but were best friends and were always there for the other. He tried to act cool at times but could be a real clown when he wanted to as well.

The only girl of the group so far was Tea Gardner. A friend of Yugi�s Tea valued friendship and the likes far above anything else, having made her point several times that she would launch into one of her �famous speeches of friendships� as Joey dubbed them. A dancer as well she was treated as one of the guys and gave out her own amount of teasing and had a temper if the right buttons were pushed.

Another youth was Bakura Ryou, a quiet and shy boy with silvery white hair and deep, soulful brown eyes that reflected his true nature. He kept to himself a lot of the time but he did care for his friends a lot and had risked his life a few times for their safety. He was easy-going and tended to think situations through rather then rush in head first as Joey was prone to do. In a way they seemed to balance each other out.

Yugi smiled at his friends, turning around to face them so he was walking backwards to better talk to them. Since the tournaments with the duelists, the Battle City/Ship arches and such he had manage to grow several more inches. Although not nearly as tall as Joey, Tristen, even Tea he was now about a 5� 1� instead of his old height of 4� 5�, his body still slender but his eyes always remained the innocent amethyst depths. One thing that they all shared was their love for the game Duel Monsters but one thing that he and Bakura shared, along with a few others, were the Millennium Items.

Even now Yugi never thought he would be placed in a dilatation where he and his friends would have to duel each other just to save everyone else. It had been downright terrifying at times but also exciting that he was almost said to see it come to an end. They group still dueled time-to-time but just for the fun of it. All in all things were certainly looking up but not for long. As they neared the game shop Bakurantednted out to the front.

Yugi isn�t that your grandfather out front?� he asked, pointing down the streets.

Yugi blinked and turned around. �Yeah it�s him but who�s he talking to?� Grandpa Motou, a much beloved man among the group who own the game shop and thought them about the heart of the cards were currently yelling at a man with black hair that reflected deep highlights. He was wearing black clothing and seemed to be arguing with grandpa Motou. But if this was the first time seeing hi then why did he feel like he knew him?

�Man I wonder what they�re fighting about,� Joey wondered out loud.

�Do you thin we should see whets wrong?� tea asked, a bit concerned.
�We should, in case he needs help or something.�

�Then lets� go!� Tristen said as they picked up the pace. Now closer they could hear the argument clearly.

�You haven�t written him a letter, called him, nothing over the past ten years, not ever a card for his birthday and you expect me to let you see him?!�

�Damnit Surgokou I have a right!!�

�You lost all your right when you left and never came back!! He doesn�t even remember you!!�

�Grandpa what�s going on??� both men nearly jumped and looked at the young boy and the group of friends as they watched them with wide eyes.

�It�s nothing Yugi. Go inside.�
�But grandpa-�

�Yugi?� Bright violet eyes turned and found themselves locked onto a pair of dark, bluish-black gaze. He wasn�t sure why but the boy felt himself getting drawn into them. The man slowly walked over to him, looking down at him form his height of six and a half feet, slowly reaching out to run his hand down a smooth cheek before slowly wrapping his arms around him, pulling his into a tight hug. �Yugi� I�m finally home�� he whispered softly for only him to hear.

�Say what??� the blonde blinked, getting confused.

�Hey who is this guy anyway?� Tristen asked but Bakura could only shrug his shoulders. He was just as clueless as everyone else. At first Yugi didn�t return the hug but soon little bits of memory began to come out that he knew who it was. Dropping his bad to the ground he slowly rising shaking arms and wrapped them around the man but not as tightly. What he said next shocked everyone except for his grandfather who was still scowling.

�Daddy� you came back after all��
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