Sister of the Pharaoh: Hey guys! As you know, I put up a poll a while back. Well the results are in! And I deiced to get started on the runner up.
A new Yami/OC Titled, 'A slave to my love'. I'll also be working on the winner of the poll too!
Now I know you're all bugging me about not updating fast enough with my other stories, but I'm a bit stuck with them at the moment. If any of you have any ideas, let me hear them in your reveiws!
Disclamer! I own squat! Nothing!
WARNING!: This is an M rated fic, which means, lemons, limes, possible rape, blood, voilance, all of the above. This one's not gonna be as tame as my others. Just warning you all right now, if ya can't take the heat, you don't belong in my kicthen. Thank you all and please enjoy!
A slave to my love
I sat alone in a booth at The Pharaoh's Palace. It was the local restaurant and bar, where the students of Domino College hang out. Stirring my Coke with my straw, board as the day is long. I wasn't really in the mood to go out. However my jerk of boyfriend Mark, didn't give me much choice.
He hardly ever does, in fact I feel like I have no say in our relationship. Why would I stay with a guy like that you might ask?
Well we've known each other since JR. high and have been dating since high school. We've been together for so long, that I just can't dump him. Even if he does act like a control freak sometimes. Besides, I know he loves me, he just gets caught up with the stress around him.
Oh, wait a sec. I'm getting ahead of things, aren't I? Let me introduced myself first. My names Angelia Robins, Age 21. Friends call me Angie. I'm taking an art and design class at Domino City University. My dream is to become an artist and paint the most historic places in the world.
I'm the daugther of a bussiness man, who owns an art supplies company. Easles, paint, canvas, you name it, Dad's company makes the best of it.
My father's been the one paying for my college education. He's real proud that I'm becoming an artist. He jokes, saying it'll be good promotion for the family bussiness.
Really though, Dad's been great to me since Mom past away. I've never told him about how Mark treats me through. I figured he's stressed out as running a bussiness. Telling him I have boyfriend who drinks, would give the poor man a heart attack. Besides, you all know how Dad's are when it comes to their daughters and boys.
Anyway, that's my back story, so let's get back to present.
I sat in my seat at the booth, occasionally looking at what's around me. The place was really nice. There was a large arcade, with a couple of pool tables. It was welcoming, but not too fancy. Plus everyone seemed to be really friendly. I had to admit, I liked the place alot. It ten times better than the dives Mark would drag me to.
I looked up at the clock that hung over the entrance. My said boyfriend was about an hour late. I sighed to myself. It was times like this that I wonder what would happen if I didn't have Mark as my boyfriend. He was nice at times, and good looking. However, he enjoyed drinking way too much.
Plus he always brings his buddies along whenever he say were going on a date. I get tried being treated like one of the guys. I wish just once, I could feel like his girlfriend. Instead of his drinking buddy.
As I continued to sit there, I suddenly felt as if someone had their eyes on me. I just couldn't shake it off for some reason. I turned to my left and I noticed a guy that sat in the booth next to me. A gasp ecasped my mouth as I gazed at his features.
He was about 5.7, a little taller than me. His hair was star shaped and was volite red, purple and black. He also had yellow bangs that looked simular to lighting bolts. Some of them were sticking up, while the rest framed his face.
He wore a black tank top that showed off the tan colored skin on his arms. Their weren't overly muscular, like a pro wrestlers, and they weren't too small like a girls. They were just right for a guy his size. He also wore leather pants, with sliver chains round his neck. Along with bands around his wrists.
To finish the outfit off, his shoes had metal buckles.
Needless to say, I thought he was hot. His gaze went from the girl sitting across from him towards me. His eyes widened slightly as did mine when they met. His eyes were a crimsion, violet color that just blew me away. His eyes alone, stired my imagation like nothing else had before.
I turned my head quickly before he thought I was staring at him. A small blush, clearly shown on my face. I then pulled out a manga from my bag and began to flip through pages. A few moments later, I noticed someone standing over me. Thinking it was Mark, I slammed the book closed.
But when I looked up ready to bite his head off, all my anger vanished. For standing over me was the man that was sitting in the booth next to mine earily. The girl he was with had left and payed for her bill. His eyes trapped me as he gave a seductive smile. His deep baritone voice sent a chill of pleasure down my spine as he spoke.
"Good eveing." He greeted.
"H-hello." He laughed softly at my studdering. His deep baritone voice sent a chill down my spine. I hung my head quickly to hide my blush.
"I couldn't help notice you were by yourself."
"I'm actully waiting for someone. But of course he's late."
"Would you care for some company?" The man asked.
I stared at him for a moment, slightly startled. The guy didn't even know my name, and yet here he was, offering to sit with me. Now, I know I should have just gotten up and left. For all I knew, this guy was trouble. Then again, he seemed nice enough, and the girls in my class would call me an idoit for turning a guy this good looking down.
" Sure, have a seat." I invited as I motioned for him to sit down. He sat in the booth across from me and smiled as he introduced himself.
" Thank you, my name is Yami Atem. I go to college at Domino City University."
"So do I. I just started a week ago. My names Angelia Robins, but you can call me Angie."
I heard Yami hum softly to himself after I told him my name. A blush grew on face again as he gazed at me with those crimson colored orbs of his.
His tone become soft and reminded me of the rolling wind in a thunder storm as he spoke.
"Angelic."
"I'm sorry?" I said in misunderstanding. Yami smiled his hands on the table as he explained.
"The meaning of your name. In english, your first name means Angelic. And it's quite lovely."
"Wow, uh, thanks. How did you know that?" I asked in surprize.
"I like to study the meanings of names. Weather it's the name of a city, an old country or even the name of a person. " Yami explained with a sence of knowlege and warmth in his voice.
"That's cool."
"Thank you, it's nothing really. However I must say I'm glad to know the meaning of your name."
"Why is that?"
I asked with an eyebrow raised. I didn't expect what happened next at all. Yami took my right hand that was on the table with his left hand. He then raised it to his lips and kissed it softly. He then leaned across the table and answered my question with a gentle wisper in my ear.
"Because yours has a meaning that is most beautiful."
Yami then sat back down and winked at me. My face must have looked as red as strawberry. I could feel the heat coming to my cheeks as I blushed even darker tha before. Yami then looked at the clock and stood up from the table.
"I'm afraid I have to leave. I promised a friend I'd help him with a favor. It was very nice to meet you Angelia."
"You too. Uh..Do you think I could see you again sometime?" I asked him. Wondering to myself why I felt sad about him not staying longer.
"I'm sure we will meet again soon. Until then, Angel." He said as a goodbye.
With that, Yami dissappered into the night, like Tuxedo mask after rescuing Sailor Moon. After a few moments, my jerk of a boyfriend finally decided to show up. He walked up to me unsteadly and looked like he was barely there. I could easily tell he had one too many.
" Mark, where were you? You said we'd meet here at 7:00. It's now 8:15."
"Who are you? My mother? I was with the guys and forgot. Besides were together almost all the time."
"Yeah, all the time with your friends. We never spend time as a couple anymore."
"What does that matter? You should be happy, I'm with you at all." Mark said in sluggish tone.
I then stood up from the table to go after him as he started to leave without me. I followed him to his car and he got in.
"I'm the only guy that's gonna put up with a loser nerd like you. So be happy and shut up."
Mark then rolled up the window and started the engine. Driving away and leaving me in the parking lot. I started on a two mile walk back to campus since the next bus didn't come for an hour. I kept telling myself as I walked back to my dorm with tears my eyes that it wasn't his fault.
That everything he said was the alcohol talking. Those were my thoughts when I finally reached my room and fell asleep that night.
SOTP: Whoo! Long first chapter! I hope you guys like the start of this! Please tell me what ya think in your reveiws. And don't worry, as soon as I get with insperaition, I'll continue my other fics.
Read, reveiw and repeat with other fics you read. Your princess commands you! Love you guys, later!
