Hi! Thanks for the reviews for the previous chapter. (To The Man with Imagination, I meant to say Anzu would have slapped anyone except Dark Yugi. I guess that part wasn't clear enough, but now it's fixed. Thanks for pointing it out.)

I'm trying to make the fragments diverse to make revolutionshipping as multi-dimensional as possible. As much as I hate it, not everything about revolutionshipping is all about smiles and brightness. That would make it one-dimensional and just flat. Anzu and Dark Yugi, with their range of emotions, could do much better than that.

This chapter is an experimental one. For the longest time, I've been tinkering with a certain idea (which you will find out later), so this chapter is more of a what-if scenario. And so with this, I took liberty on using a few things. The scene takes place after the Battle City arc and before the DOMA arc.

WARNING: Contains sexual assault; not suitable for kids. Be prepared to possibly hate someone. Hopefully, not me.

Lowercase letters and lack of spaces and punctuation marks in some parts are intentional. That aside, if you see errors, please bear with me. My eyes seriously hurt from editing but I have only this time to wrap up and post this chapter.

As always, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh.

He found her lying on the smooth cold floor of the hallway, defenseless. Stripped down to only her underwear. In an instant, his shrugged school jacket cloaked her, his horrified purple eyes averting her nearly naked form. It did little to alleviate the situation, however, only saving what little modesty she still had.

A minute later, now wearing his jacket, she drew her exposed legs closely to her chest, trembling, tears streaking her once confident face. Crumbling. Ashamed. Her dignity shred to pieces.

He reached out for her but she drew away. Mentally frowning, he tried again but she pulled herself even closer.

Were the past and present blurred to her then? So he held his distance without question. "You can trust me," he encouraged. "I won't hurt you."

She didn't respond at first. Then slowly she looked up at him as though fully realizing who he was for the first time.

He took this chance by slowly extending his hand, then paused. When she didn't withdraw, he reached for her face and cupped her cheek. Gently, he touched the bluish black spot where a lovely blush should have been, and she winced.

"Did he cause this?" he asked, knowing fully well the answer. But somehow, whatever strange benefit of the doubt that question brought could only delay the anger starting to boil in his heart.

She weakly nodded.

He swallowed back the curses about to erupt from his throat. He needed to maintain control. Needed to be gentle. Needed to be everything he could be to not cause her more agitation. He enveloped her in his gentle hug as she shook and broke down hysterically. He listened to her tears, wishing he could do more than just offer comfort. Wanted to ask questions. But to pressure her with such right now would only worsen the situation. He had to go along her pace. "I'm just here," he murmured against her disheveled brown hair. "I'm just here."

Her body rocked violently against his arms. She tightly clutched his black shirt now soaked with her tears.

He stroked her hair affectionately, wishing he could calm her down but was painfully aware that she never would. He hated seeing her like this. Believing she was dirty.

Distraught.

Traumatized.

Small.

Damaged.

After what seemed to be a very long time, her sobbing subsided a bit. "I... I overdid my shift at the cafe. I didn't notice how late it was; it was hard to get a ride home and my parents are away." She wiped some of her tears away from her face. "Sir Suhara... He–He passed by in his car and offered me a ride home."

He stiffened. Suhara. Her dance trainer. The dance prodigy she was looking up to, was always raving about. The owner of this dance center where they are in now.

"I didn't see anything wrong with it... and it was difficult to go home..."

He remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"It was only after about ten minutes that I noticed we were going on a different route. I told him that we were on the wrong way but he said he was taking a shortcut. When I sensed that something was really wrong, I told him to pull over because I wanted to get out of the car. He didn't stop... I realized we were heading over here, just the two of us." Anzu swallowed. "I tried to get out of the car but the doors were automatically locked. I couldn't smash the window either. So I tried to stop him from driving... he punched me in the gut."

His body went rigid. That guy dared manhandle her!

"He dragged me out of the car as I screamed for help... into the hallway. He was too strong, Yugi. I was no match for him. He said he would teach me a different dance. That—That this dance would surely catapult me to instant stardom in America and cement my career."

He felt his skin crawl. What vile things had been running in this guy's mind on a daily basis? Disgust filled him to the brim.

"He told me he was going to dance with me and that I would thoroughly enjoy it with him. I tried to get away, tried all the defense moves I've studied before... but he was faster, stronger." Her voice began to quiver, her dull eyes glazing. "He ripped my clothes off... stripped me down to my underwear as I struggled... tried pulling it down... "

He felt sick with every word.

"When I tried to kick him down there, he... hit me..."

His amethyst eyes darkened. Started to smolder.

"He started dancing dirtily upon me. I begged him to stop, to let me go... Instead he kissed me by force... forced me to dance with him..." She looked down. "And then..." She fell silent, her eyes growing glassy.

He began hyperventilating inside, dreading. "That guy... Did he..." The next word tasted so bitter in his mouth that he nearly couldn't form it. "Did he touch you?"

She curled herself tighter, her sobs intensifying.

He didn't need to hear her answer. Didn't need to know where and how. Her reaction was more than enough. He tightened his hug, bile rising from his throat, gritting his teeth as he seethed. How dare he... That bastard!

"Yugi..." she whimpered and, realizing he had tightened it too much, he relaxed his hold on her. Lowering her legs onto the floor, she sat still, her hands dangled helplessly at her sides with her head bowed.

Not letting her go, he forced himself to breathe evenly. One more question. He had to ask. Had to know. "Did he... go further than that?"

She shook her head. "You came before he could do anything else."

He knew he should have been relieved. But instead his chest pounded, agitated. She was just one step away from being raped. Just one very close step!

Tears flowed from her eyes as she threw her arms around his neck. "Oh Yugi, I'm so glad you came! I kept on screaming and screaming but nobody was coming to my aid! I believed no one could hear me! If you hadn't..." She sobbed hard.

A cold sense of horror pricked his soul all the way through. He was able to reach her in time only because his opponent had challenged him to a duel somewhere near this dance center by sheer coincidence. What if his duel had taken place at Kaiba Land or anywhere far from here? So while all this time he was so busy playing cards and earning personal victory, at the same time she was on her way to being molested...

The realization sickened him to the core, made him angry with himself despite knowing he was not at fault. How could he have not sensed anything wrong earlier? Why couldn't he have been faster? Maybe if he had, he could have saved her earlier, could have stopped that creep, could have...

It's not your fault, Other Me. There was no way you could have known it was happening at that time.

Yugi's words didn't soothe him one bit. After all, it was not Yugi who was in control of his body even after the duel. Who heard the screams inside the dance center as he walked away. Who rushed but failed to catch the culprit who was too fast in getting into his car and driving away.

For the longest time, he had always resorted to duels to fix and address problems.

But now, he was forced to face the reality he had always ignored: There were also things that a duel or duel cards could not resolve or avenge.

Earlier the exhilarating rush of victory had pumped through his veins, pride and power at his fingertips to display and in his soul to believe he was both. Now they felt worthless. What good were his duel cards now? What good was his title as the Duel King if he couldn't use it or his skills proving it to protect or save the person most important to him from danger?

What good was he, then, outside being a duelist?

"How could he do this to me?" the girl in his arms cried out. "I trusted him. My mom and dad trust him! Him, a family friend!"

He stiffened. A family friend?

"Why me? What have I done for him to do this to me!"

"You did nothing wrong," he tried to reassure her, using the most soothing tone he could muster in the midst of his returning rising anger.

She pulled away from him to meet his violet gaze. "Do I dress provocatively?" she asked doubtfully. "It must be something to do with it, doesn't it? I... I must be showing too much skin..."

"No! You dress just fine!" he protested. "Don't doubt yourself!" It was true that she had a shapely figure—he wasn't going to deny that—but it was something that would shine through no matter what clothes she wore. It was a gift. How dare that lowlife used it as an object of his disgusting gratification!

"I trusted him. I entrusted my dreams to him! My future, my would-be career... " Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her voice raw. "Yugi, we share the same passion. He knows my dreams! He even told me before that of all the people he had handled, I was his most promising student, the best one, and I believed him..."

That person knew her weakness. He led her on, took advantage of where she was most vulnerable to gain her trust. He's after her from the beginning! He went livid, his hands balling into fists. Pay... he needs to pay...

However, he couldn't afford to show himself losing his cool. Right now, he was the girl's only source of clarity and direction in her utterly chaotic situation. So he did his best to rein in his thoughts and ill feelings for her sake. "Anzu, I know it's hard but you need to report this."

She cast her gaze down. "I can't. It's too humiliating. What would people think of me when they found out?" She looked up at him tearfully, upset. "And who's going to believe me? He's an accredited dance professional. Many famous dancers successfully launched their careers in America or at the very least got accepted to prestigious dance schools there because of his training program. That's why I chose him to train me, besides him being someone my family and I already know. He has a very solid clean record. Who wouldn't side with him instead of me, a school girl who is hiding a secret part-time job from her school?" She drew in a shaky breath. "He's a very attractive and charismatic man. He can easily make it appear that it was I who was coming on to him—Oh no!" Suddenly she gasped as fear gripped her face. "He knows about it, he'll expose it—!"

"What is it?" The way her face was paling was bothering him. "What's wrong?"

"Yugi, he knows about my job—I didn't even breathe a word to him about it—" Her hands began shaking, her eyes wide in panic. "—threatened to tell the school if I didn't go along with everything that he wanted to do to me! When I refused him, he said he would expose my secret to the administration before I could even report his assault to the police!" She stared at the floor, unseeing, in alarm. "What should I do? Even my parents don't know about my job. I will get expelled—no one will trust me anymore after that! What should I do, what should I do!"

He had been stalking her. And now he was planning to discredit her even before she could fight back, fully knowing that the public would take his side. How could such a filthy-minded being be so arrogantly confident and so low? He could feel the wisps of shadow magic rising from the Millennium Puzzle, trailing around him.

No, he had vowed not to do it anymore! Calm down! There has to be some other way! Focus on Anzu... I can't let her stay like this. Hope... I have to give her hope! "Anzu, there's still a fighting chance. As long as he can't prove his accusation, you're still safe."

"I'm not safe anymore!" Her body began breaking in cold sweat, trembling. "A photo of me at work as evidence—he's going to show it to the school—Not just that but also another one of me, just a while ago... here... like this. To the public..." She looked down at her half-naked self, hugging her legs in shame.

He gritted his teeth hard, his jaw clenched. Hatred coiled around his heart, and shapeless shadows that only he could see began sweeping the cold air. The Puzzle was tugging at him from the inside. Suffer... suffer you...

No! Hadn't he stopped already to disprove its nature? His nature?

"How could I go to school—I can't—h-how could I tomorrow—even face anyone—" Her words were getting more and more incoherent. "Not here—can't go back—study dance I don't how could I—I can't, I can't...!"

"Anzu!" He grabbed her arms. "Calm down!"

She was practically hyperventilating but she took deep breaths to quiet herself. "How could I even try to study dance?" She looked away in defeat, shutting her eyes tight. "Yugi, I don't want to dance anymore."

Her words left him in shock. "No!" He urgently gazed at her swollen eyes in plea. "Anzu, don't give up on dancing! It's been your dream for years!"

"Dancing would be too painful. I don't want to be in pain anymore. It's not worth it. It's just not worth it!" she cried, shaking her head vehemently while clutching it tightly.

He knew what she was getting across. The assault. The trauma. The method. The venue. Everything damaged. They all hinged on dancing. Her beautiful, blossoming dream was now her worst, real-life nightmare for a lifetime. Internal hisses echoed. Crush him... just crush him...

"I don't know what to do anymore. I don't want to continue anything anymore!" She buried her face in her hands, crying uncontrollably. "I-It's over. My life is over!"

He pulled her into his warm embrace, and she buried her face in his chest as she fell apart. And this time, he couldn't stop her trembling anymore. He had failed to catch her from falling into her own despair, failed to save her at a crucial time―he had failed her! Her wails only reminded him of how incapable he was for her: He could not restore her confidence, her dignity. He could not bring back all that she had lost.

She was now a fractured soul. Broken, like her dreams. Torn, just like her hopes.

Terrified of her future.

Humiliated.

Soiled.

Shamed.

Disgraced.

Unforgivable...

He trembled as he released her, his fist balling so tightly, it drew blood. Venom dripped from his thoughts. Fury screamed through his skin. Contempt and scorn were gasping desperately from his lungs. He could breathe fire.

The darkness thickened. Fed on his rage. Rage boiling in his blood.

He would not stand this. That vermin violated her. He must not get away with this. His forehead felt like it was on fire. Destroy him...

He needed to take her home first. But he couldn't allow her to go out the way she was now. He headed straight to the locker room, not even bothering to turn on the lights, finding her locker. She always kept spare clothes there. But the key was in her house since she had no training today.

Writhe. Torture.

With one powerful strike of his balled fist, a huge dent weakened the locker's hinges. Another strike. The narrow sheet was severely damaged enough to render it almost open. With one hand, he ripped it off from its hinges and threw it down next to him.

On your knees Cry out in pain

He could not restore her confidence, her dignity. He could not bring back all that she had lost.

That's right Crawl and beg for your life

But it didn't mean he could not save and protect what little remained with her. Your reputation will not be destroyed. I won't allow it.

Curse youyou

He would never fail her again.

You deserve nothing but punishment

He would protect her. Shield her from all these. Cover her eyes to spare her from witnessing things she didn't need to see. Keep her hands pure and clean from any stain of blood. For her, anything. All for her... All for you and only you...

Beg... beg for mercy butyouwillnotgetany

And when it was all over, she would be safe again, in his arms. She would look behind and at the destruction all around her and then immediately press her face and body against his chest for security. And he would keep her that way, untouchable, forever.

do not spare

I promise.

do not SPARE

He didn't have to know that creature's reasons. Didn't need to understand how someone who seemed and should be trustworthy could betray that trust in the worst way imaginable.

DO NOT SPARE

That bastard exploited Anzu. That was all he knew.

DONOTSPARE

Whatever protests his partner was shouting from the back of his heart, they were drowned out. He no longer heard. Only the inner silent voices. His own voice. The hisses. The shadows. His thirst. The answer of the Puzzle to his question: Where is he?

Need to pay justicerevenge justicegeteven

There would be justice.

Diemakehimsuffer suffersufferSUFFER!

For no one violates his beloved, precious Anzu and gets away with it.

You. will. DIE

No, instant death would be too kind of him...

His face broke into a malicious cold smile, the blackest smile one would ever see, enough to make the hairs on anyone's arms stand up.

Monster.

He was not the monster here. But the person he'd pay a nice little visit tonight was.

Now...

And the eyes of the murderer snapped wide open, glittered in the dark, irises stained in deadly, bloody crimson.

"It's game time."

We all know that the guy's doomed. Unfortunately, there are a lot of people like him existing in real life.

This chapter was written out of an idea that I've always been tinkering with in my mind: What would make Dark Yugi in Duel Monsters, after all the character development he had gone through especially in the manga, revert to his Season 0/early manga persona (episode 1/volume 1 ax-crazy persona, at worst)? I figured it would be someone seriously harming Yugi or Anzu. But because this is a revolutionshipping fic, I chose Anzu.

In addition, to be quite honest, it sometimes annoys me how, in Duel Monsters, every problem (from the most pointless ones to the life-and-death situations) is solved through duels (which ideally should make sense given the show's focus). But that's just me.

Regarding the Millennium Puzzle helping to locate Anzu's perpetrator, it was inspired by the manga. And about Dark Yugi's eye color, I know it depends on who animated which series, but I like the idea of him having those red eyes in association with his character that uses Dark Games. It fits him more, for me.

Anyway, please review. Thanks.