Author's Notes: Don't be fooled by the markings-although this fic does have traces of humor in it, it only appeals to those who have twisted humor. I am not implying that abuse is funny in any way, or encouraging it in any shape form or fashion. In fact, I detest it. But the pieces of humor laced in these words are dry and dark at best. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, got that? Entertainment, as in the things that happen on the TV 99.9% of the time. You don't believe everything you see on TV do you? …Don't answer that. Flames will be used to burn houses in an attempt to take over the world. Seriously, if you flame me, you will be laughed at, and then forgotten.

Warning: Take the rating seriously. This fic contains strong language, violence, blood, underage drinking/drug use and mayhap a bit of citrus. It's very controversial, often contradictory, but hopefully it'll teach you something. This fic will not have a happy ending, and it's not a sappy romance. So go away if you believe it should have one or both, because it is neither.

Disclaimer: If you were to ask me if I owned Yu-gi-oh, I would answer no. If you were to beg me it, I would still answer no. Nary do I plan on owning it in any part of my lifetime. I'm merely borrowing it for my own twisted purposes. The views expressed in this fic are not necessarily the actual views of the authoress.

Don't Let the Necessary Occur

Prelude

It was mocking him.

The purplish-blue skin was tender to the touch, and would not respond to anything else. Bandages, ice, massages-all of these only seemed to make its presence more aware to him. He whimpered as he ran delicate petite fingers over it for a last time, then pulled his shirt back down. The soft cotton fabric brushed against the injury, and he winced. Tender only to touch, nothing else.

It wouldn't go away. And it was haunting him, constantly-in his dreams, in his nightmares, in the shower, at the dinner table. It was always there. Joey slapped him on the back the previous morning, hitting said spot and he nearly balled up and began crying right then and there. He merely gritted his teeth, and forced a smile. It seemed that the marks only got worse the more he tried to hide them.

It's just your imagination, Yami answered gently in his head.

Yugi grimaced. He wasn't in the mood for another one of Yami's "pep" talks. They always wound up arguing. Yami's view was always the same: tell someone. Anyone. Even Tea, or Mai, or Seto. Yugi immediately banished all thoughts of telling anyone the first time she'd hit him. How humiliating would that be? 'Yes, my girlfriend beats me. Someone please stop her! I'm too weak to; I'm barely over 4 feet tall. I'm a wimp.' He might as well just post it on a sandwich board. 'Beat me, please. Walk all over me, the wimp of Domino! I'm the official doormat of dorks and pussies my age!'

You're not a wimp, Yami disagreed, his tone still gentle. Yugi, sometimes these things happen.

Yugi fought back tears. Same old lines-same old reaction. This argument never changed. Only the words-never the outcome.

"Do you think people like Joey and Kaiba ever get their assess beat by their girlfriends?!" Yugi practically spat out.

...I doubt Joey even has a girlfriend, and Kaiba, well…No offense, but who in their right mind would ever…?

"It's just cause I'm little!" the small hikari continued. "She only does this because she knows that I can't stop her! She's…she's so much bigger than me!"

Ok, that part was true and untrue. Technically everyone was bigger than him-even Tea. Even though his girlfriend only stood about 5'4", she was still freakishly strong for her size/sex/height/weight.

Then tell someone, and they'll do something about it, Yami directed. You need to tell someone Yugi, now, before it gets to a point where the unnecessary becomes the necessary. And in this case, you shouldn't let the necessary occur.

Yugi grimaced, shaking with rage. If Yami were there, he'd punch him. For everything they'd ever been through, in the end when he needed him the most, he couldn't come through. "Why can't you just be supportive like all my other friends?" Yugi asked. "You should just be happy that I have a girlfriend!"

Yugi, Kanika is not a girlfriend. She's a monster tow truck on the highway of hell.

"And I'm the pussy." Yugi rolled his eyes. "You're scared of her and you haven't even met her yet."

I'm not scared of her. I'm scared of what she does to you, and how she makes you feel. Little hikari, we have to get you some help. It's not normal for you to feel this way. It's not normal at all.

"Fuck you," he mumbled darkly, gathering the rest of his things. He stood up, wincing again as his shirt once again brushed up against the "love mark" left by his wonderful girlfriend Kanika. "I don't need any help! I'm doing fine! She's just mad because…she'll stop eventually. I've got to be there for her-that's what I do. I'm her boyfriend for fuck's sake!"

Inside of his soul room, Yami raised a reluctant eyebrow. For fuck's sake? His hikari would never normally use that kind of language. This had gone on far enough. Listen Yugi…

"No, you listen!" Yugi snapped. "I'm not telling anyone! There's nothing wrong with me! There never was anything wrong! Our relationship is healthy; Kanika loves me! She loves me, and you're just jealous cause you're still inside of my head, not getting any out here! Now shut up and leave me alone for the rest of the day! I don't want to hear about it anymore!"

There was a long silence. As Yugi rushed down the stairs to get himself to school on time, he secretly wondered if Yami really would leave him alone for the rest of the day. It'd never happened before, and he would feel kind of lonely not talking to the spirit. But it was his fault; served him right, butting in on his life like that. It was his business what went on in his relationship, and besides, there was nothing wrong with him. He was fine, perfectly normal.

He winced as he shifted his books from one arm to the other, his shirt brushing against his wound for the third time that morning. His mind began to wonder-what would he tell Joey when he saw it while they changed for gym class? He plastered on a fake smile, desperately trying to come up with an excuse. After a few moments, he finally thought up a pretty believable one, and couldn't help but wonder when he suddenly got so good at lying.