Love's Puppet

Chapter 9: Don't Make Me Regret This

A/N:

Driven: You're being strangely cryptic while you wrap your magic hair around my injured hand.

Robina: Yes, yes, I am… -continues to wrap hair around driven's hand-

Mel gave Yami a cold look but said nothing. Why the fuck is he here? She ignored him and took a step towards the door. He blocked it. She glowered at him but he wouldn't move. He folded his arms across his chest, his violet eyes meeting her face.

"Jerk," She said, simply.

"Yes," He nodded at her.

"Look, just freakin' move it," She rolled her eyes, no interest in fighting anymore. She thought they'd had themselves sorted, like at the beach, but obviously not.

Yami shook his head.

"What do you want?" Mel ran her hand through a bit of black hair.

"I just wanted to tell you something…"

"Argh! What?" She fumed.

Yami took in a shaky breath, and looked at Mel before saying, "Maybe it's not an enemy I want."

He pursed his lips, before walking off, not letting Mel say a word.

She watched him walk off, then quickly went inside. As Yami walked away he scolded himself for not saying what he'd planned to say, then again, she never would've listened to him.

Mel dumped her bag in her room and slumped down on the bed, "That fucking asshole…" She muttered, talking aloud to herself, "How could he do this? This isn't fair! He doesn't have the right to do this…" She bit her lip, hard, not caring as blood trickled down. No one, even at home, in America, had the ability to do this! How could one guy, who'd she'd only met a few weeks ago, be able to make her feel this way? It just didn't make sense! Yami Muto was a jerk, it was as simple as that, so why did she care so much about him? Wait…SHE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT HIM! Why would she? She only cared for herself. She'd grown up without her mother; the woman who was meant to protect, not that she complained, kids all over the world went through far worse, than just having their mother walk out…but she had her father, and Mel loved him, still she knew she was no different from others. She deserved no special treatment. Although not having her mum at home was hard, it had made Mel decide that she wouldn't become susceptible to the outside world, she wouldn't let anyone cause her pain. She sighed, she couldn't get him off her mind, she hated it, the feeling he gave her…or rather…she had hated it…but she was slowly growing used to it, accepting it…maybe it wasn't so bd after all.

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Yami walked in.

"Where were you?" Yugi asked from the couch.

"Nowhere," He said firmly, walking to his room, his head pounding. How could he do this? He felt so guilty. He never felt guilty for anything, but when he saw the look in those big blue eyes of hers, he knew he never should've been so horrible to her. Wait, had he really been that horrible…he hadn't…had he? He'd barely done a thing…so why did he feel so guilty…so terrible… He tried not to think about it as he changed into jeans and a black shirt then sat on his desk, absent mindedly shuffling his deck. "I'm Yami Muto…nothing means a thing to me…nothing, because…I don't let anything close," He realised. What he said was true. Yami had a close guard over himself. Laser sensors, sound proofing, not to mention a 10foot cement wall lined with barbed wire, all around him, around his heart. Unbreakable, that applied to everyone…except Mel. He should've hated her for it, he was so great at hating others, it came about as second nature, but no matter how hard he tried, Yami could not hate Mel Blaire, he just couldn't. He didn't like apologies, they always seemed too sappy and fake, but he didn't want her to be upset…if he was to make it up to Mel, it'd have to be with more than just an apology…he just wished he knew why he cared so much…It would be a few hours before dinner was ready, so Yami decided to go for a walk, if anything it might clear his clouded mind. He put on his grey hoodie and headed out, not answering when Yugi asked where he was going.

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Mel took a tissue and mopped the blood from her chin, "Urgh," she licked the cut on her lip, and sat up, she grabbed her iPod, put it in her ears and got up. She didn't want to stay around and mope, but she didn't want to actually do much either, she paced her room for a while before walking to the kitchen where Tea was making dinner tonight, "Would it be okay if I went for a walk?"

Tea kept chopping onions and nodded, "Sure, just make sure you're not out to late and take care," She waved as Mel turned and walked out.

Mel turned up the volume of her iPod and walked off the path and onto the road, there were no cars anyway. The sun was edging down further, getting closer to the horizon, she walked in the opposite direction of it, she put her hands in her pockets, keeping her head down, on the tarmac in front of her as she walked along, in a meandering direction, guided by the fading sun and the coming stars.
With a sigh, Mel looked up at the greyish blue sky, which would be dark in a while, she had to work out how she was going to make everything work out…she knew how she felt, she didn't like herself for it, but it was the truth. The only bad thing, was that he felt differently, she turned the volume louder, trying to drain away her own repetitive thoughts, with no luck. He was on different level to her, she'd let herself feel this way, he'd had that strength not to, for that she envied him.

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Yami walked down his street, not going anywhere special, just trying to clear his head, so far, no good. He played with a blond bang, thinking about what he could do…He didn't want to come across like he was a wuss, but he hated knowing he'd hurt her. She had always been quite nice, really…he hated himself for how horrible he'd been. "You're being stupid," He told himself, and he was. He was overreacting. Tomorrow he'd get to school, Mel and him would argue, the end. No changes, no difference, just because he felt a bit sorry for her, didn't mean he liked her. Did it? Phft, No, it did not. He laughed at himself and kept on walking.
He turned the corner, the sun was sinking, he was grateful for the streetlights and the stars.

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With the music playing in her ears and her thoughts spinning, Mel couldn't hear a thing, she wasn't watching where she was going either…but she did hear the scream. Her scream. She shouldn't have been crossing that part of the road anyway. The pain rushed through her then…everything faded….

Yami stopped when he heard that scream, it rang out loud. He looked around, what had happened? It sounded close…he kept walking, maybe a few kids were just play fighting…He turned a corner, then looked in front of him, She was in the middle of the road, not moving. Mel. "Shit," He rushed forward. "Mel!" He yelled, seeing if she'd wake up, he crouched down. What was he meant to do in a situation like this? Check for wounds? He looked at her, she was slumped and there was blood under her, not pooling quickly but she was bleeding all the same, one of her arms looked strangely bent, not bad enough to be broken, but it'd be a sprain for sure, there were grazes up her leg, from where she'd hit the gravel. He looked at her face, her eyes were closed…she was breathing, but very, very slowly, and it sounded like she was struggling.

"Mel, I said I wanted to make it up to you…but I never meant this…" Yami gritted his teeth. He took off his jacket and folded it, and put it under her head. Was he meant to move her? He checked her breathing again, it was light and fluttery, and her pulse…her pulse was faint. He was shaking, no idea what to do, he finally pulled out his phone and called an ambulance. After he got off the phone, he sat next to Mel. He looked down at her blood smeared face…she did not look good…He just prayed the ambulance would get there before it was too late.

A/N:

Woohoo cliffhanger!
Robina: Oh no! Mel!
Driven: The fate of Mel will be found out next time on Love's Puppet.

Robina: Driven owns nothing.

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