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Hey, Amelda has gotten into a serious fix, and the class is on a roll, so let's sit back and see where his troubles take him.
For those that inquired about the bag, thanks so very much: Sakura (aka L-sama no Miko) and yugixyamiyaoilover this chapter is for you my dears. It made me so very happy.
Thanks Beta Genius Vampire, you are the best!
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Sex Education, Lollipops and Red lips
Chapter Nine: Regrets
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Seto stood in the doorway, hanging onto a handle as it rocked precariously on broken hinges. 'I'm going to turn around and count to three. No, hell I'm just going to close my eyes and pray that the vision before me is not real,' thought Seto, the blood rushing from the back of his head to the area above his eyes.
The sound of scuffing shoes on the floor, Amelda no doubt, and the scent of his most expensive cologne, imported from France, caused not only his eyes to open; but blaze with fury. Standing not more than five feet away Amelda smiled and continued to wave, in that ridiculous manner which only infuriated Seto more. 'He looks like a big clown minus the floppy shoes. How could someone so intelligent be such an idiot . . . .? Why am I so damn in love with the fool? What in the hell does that say for my judgment?'
Seto's headache started its slow and loving travel down the side of his face, but rushed back up and settled right between his eyes, just above the bridge of his nose. He could fill the thumping as it intensified and continued its journey down his neck. He was so frustrated his neck muscles started to bunch up into knots. 'Great that's all I need right now is a nosebleed,' the blood rush felt hot behind his eyes.
'Look at him; first he's wearing that cheap red pants suit that is just too tight.' The memories surrounding the outfit were hurtful to Seto; he shook his head in frustration. 'He promised me he would throw it away. The gems, those were for my private pleasure . . . . Each stone held special
significance of our time together in Rome; yet he flaunts them in front of Yugi and the gang, like cheap baubles.' Deep down inside Seto was truly hurt . . . Amelda just didn't respect him or his fragile nature at all. He had exposed so much and let him in the most private recesses of his heart and mind; but it was just a game to the redhead.' Yeah, I admit I am ignorant of sexual pleasures, gullible to the point of stupidly, so I've always indulged and catered to the whims of Amelda; 'precious Ally.' A storm gathered in the back of Seto mind, not the explosive lightning thunderbolts; but the tossing of rain clouds. Rain clouds full of torrents of water that rained down on your body. Pelting you until you were soaking wet and you became so exhausted you are taken to your knees in defeat, drenched in misery. Seto just wanted to be washed away.
The scene was too horrific in Seto's stellar mine to understand. Yes, they played and sometimes the things Amelda taught him were mind blowing; but this was in a high school classroom. Hell he could go to jail for this shit. And who would be there to clean up the mess? 'Not this time.' Seto forced himself not to shiver and curl into a ball.' I've had it.'
Even as Seto mentally assessed the potential damage, he completely froze as his glaze fell on two solitary beings leaning against a wall in the far corner.
He was standing face to face with his worst nightmares, those two guys that he allowed to live for the love of silver eyes and red hair. It was a slap in Seto's face to see Valon and Rapheal standing behind his lover. Amelda's direct eye contact and stance defied Seto to make a move or object to their presence. That was the final attack on Seto's pride.
'Yes, I am very pride driven, loyal, and demanding. You knew that going in, yet you spit in my face,' Seto's look bordered on hatred, not only directed at the two guys, but a healthy dose for his lover as well. He held back tears that were impossible to shed in front of this audience.
'I refused to show my wounded ego, pride, shit my heart to those bastards. How could you Amelda?' Seto really hated those guys. They were the cause of Mokuba's near death situation during the dueling days. Sometimes the young teen had nightmares involving Rapheal and the horrible kidnapping. It was a known fact that Valon was still involved in dangerous government activities. Death and trouble always followed the bikers where ever they
roamed. Amelda agreed to meet his friends outside of Domino far away from Mokuba and Seto's business, yet once again he broke a promise, or perhaps he just didn't understand how much it meant to Seto to keep it. 'Damn him, I could live with his wild personally, but to place Mokuba in danger, is unforgiveable.'
"Well say something . . . don't just stand there, looking sexy." Amelda started to walk towards his lover, sucker hanging out of the side of his red lips. Seto was far from amused. He was disgusted, he backed away.
"Don't come any closer; I can't stand to be near you right now." Seto's voice showed not a traced of anger, it was more defeat and a sadness. His love for the red hair man was still so new, if six months still qualified as a honeymoon of sorts. Without weapons Amelda had the power to open wounds in his heart and burn his very soul.
"Fine, see if I care." Amelda met blue eyes heated in fury, but a pain Amelda had seen only in the beginning of their relationship surfaced. He had hoped never to see such sadness again.
'I. . . I don't care anymore, he's gone too far.' Seto's knuckles were white from clutching the handle of his silver briefcase; he relaxed his fingers despite his frustration. His silver briefcase fell to the floor causing gasp from the boys underneath the desk. 'What kind of games were they playing?' Seto mused in the back of his disoriented mind. 'And why are they under their desks?'
He kept one eye on the criminals and scanned the room. On one desktop a brown bag lay to the side and the contents spilled over; lacy little underwear, lollipops, eatable delights, chocolate strawberries, creams, lotions, bubble baths, and . . . . What the hell . . . cuffs. A small hand snaked above the desk top and tried to push the items back in the bag.
Amelda chuckled, "Come on guys. . . . It's only grumpy Seto. Come out; come out where ever you are."
No one moved, except Joey who tried to estimate the distance to his little escape window. He wondered should he try and take the lollipops or his boyfriend with him.
"Seto, you are spoiling all my fun. Everyone is afraid." Amelda stepped forward, only to match of Seto's steps back.
Amelda flinched at the gesture, and for the first time tried to register why their distance grew.
"Look man, looks like he afraid you're going attack him. Maybe he should just go back to where ever he came from," hackled Raphael.
"Yeah," Valon smirked,"Amelda needs some more candy, go fetch lover boy."
"Seto," Amelda whispered, His eyes met Seto's head on and he recognized the pain was real and not a part of his imagination. But it irked him for some reason and his emotions started to spiral out of control. He also knew Seto would not under any circumstances physically hurt him. 'So why am I cornered,' pouted the drooping pole dancer.
"Damn it Seto don't be so sensitive, lighten up and live a little." Amelda waltzed around in a circle and walked back towards the pole. "You can be so tight ass it's so annoying."
"Anno. . ." Seto sighed unable to say the entire word.
"That's good, Amelda," added Valon.
Now his nose started to bleed he couldn't hold the hurt back. Seto's eyes misted over and he could only watch as the attack from all sides surrounded his body. Inside his left pocket his finger curled around a white handkerchief with the letters KC engraved on it and he wiped his nose. It was an attempt to hide the blood he could feel trickle down.
The second the heated words left Amelda mouth regret followed. Acting on pure instinct and concern for his mate Amelda was there at his side; hands covering the precious cloth.
"Seto," Amelda breathlessly purred out his lover's name. Afraid to pull the cloth away from his face he leaned closer and pressed it gently against his nose; just a little pressure. He could feel the heat. With his free hand he caressed, his lovers cheek flinching at the heated flesh underneath his fingertips.
Time stood still before Amelda's courage returned. Gently he removed the soft tissue and winched at the small droplets of blood. Seto's body started to shake under the close proximately of his lover, his legs turning to jelly.
Seto's nose bleeding had stopped almost three months ago completely. He was happy or at least that is what the doctors said.
"Seto, I'm so sorry. . . I . ."
Seto's heels on the hard wood floor were the only sound to be heard. He was gone. His eyes and droop of his shoulders conveyed it was too late.
"Seto. SETO! . . . Come back." The last words died down the quite hall. All the boys stood looking around at the still class room, each afraid to say a word. Joey issued everyone out, hoping the storm would erupt somewhere else far away.
Amelda returned to the classroom his eyes feverishly searching for his only friend, Yami.
Yami took Yugi by the hand and walked out of the class room. "Not this time Ally."
Paper, balloons, brown bags, candy wrappers, and candy littered the floor. Amelda set down in the middle of the mess,"What have I done?" Unlike Seto he let the tears fall.
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Poor guy, should we bail him out? Review….
GV: I'm all for things being patched up between Seto and Amelda, but sometimes cruelty is cruelty even when it's unintentional. Well I'm just the beta though, so please review . . .
