A/N: And I'm here again, writing.

I'm thinking of ending this in just 15 chapters, but it seemed my mind wanted to make it 30 chapters or any number until I finally think that it's the end. I'm still planning about the second Blazamy story, and I'm just gonna archive the Friday the 13th-based one for future purposes. I wanted the reader to go deeper as more secrets are dug up and more challenges await for Amy to discover in the other characters she's interacting with. And by the way, I will get serious on their relationship.

Thank you for the total one thousand views and counting! It's such very honorable to know this!

Little fact about me: I'm one of those computer geeks who writes my secret messages in binary code.

The next Blazamy story might be just this master x servant, yandere outcast as secret admirer x most popular girl, psychopathic prisoner x victim, or knight x princess pairing roles I found in my old drafts that were archived years ago (that's how long I'm devoted to Blazamy and when I had discovered it). I think I'm going to be posting all of these when the time comes.

There's another little scene in here.

I appreciate the support of those who fav and follow me! Blazamy might not be a common pairing, but I'm obliged to do this!

Later!

Chapter 10: Carpe Noctum

"Why do we have to continue with the exams, Miss Blaze?"

"They fixed the damages now, Amy Rose. We have to study here, or else we won't have time to review since the exams are going to start as soon as the bell rings."

Another calm, sunny day for the two to be finally inside Blaze's limo after decent breakfast and showers as they head to school. Amy had to admit; it was much better than walking, since she can just sit back and watch the crowd walk on the sidewalk, since there's only a little chance of getting a cab at this time. Blaze, however, was serious to the exams and Data's safety. As she was reading her notes and while Amy was laid back, looking at the scene the window showed her with a bored face. Blaze sighed and rolled up one of her notebooks, then hits Amy's head with it.

The hedgehog sharply turned her head to the feline.

"Hey, what's that for?!" Amy asked, annoyed.

"Review your notes, Amy Rose," Blaze says.

"I'll do it at school," Amy rolled her eyes.

"Do it right now or I'll make you. Remember, your type of punishment..."

"Ugh, fine, fine..."

Amy pulled her notes out and began to study, much to her chagrin. Exams are still there and they just studied it only to be almost killed and taken away and had a terrible day without even reviewing. The hedgehog glanced at Blaze before pulling out some chewing gum, those types where you can blow a bubble and pop it then chew it back in your mouth again until it loses its flavor. Amy quickly popped one in her mouth and started chewing with her mouth open, not minding how loud she was. Blaze even noticed it and whacked Amy with the same rolled up notebook.

"Stop it," Blaze said in chagrin. "You're distracting me. Throw it out right now, Amy."

"Don't make me," Amy shrugged. "I passed exams thanks to me chewing gum while reviewing. It's a great tip, anyway. I remembered a lot of lessons at just me chewing two or three pieces of gum."

"I hope that method works inside the school, Amy Rose," Blaze bluntly said.

"Whatever," Amy continued reviewing. "I once sneaked gum in my old school and didn't even got caught chewing it. As if they're gonna check us from the inside out for gum or anything that's relevant to cheating. If I don't pass, I receive your damn kinky punishment without any complaints."

"It's going to be worse than you'd anticipate, Amy Rose."

"At least let me chew gum and I'll make sure no one caught me!"

"Look, if you don't want me to be stressed out because you breaking school rules, at least score in the top 100 this time," Blaze sighed.

"And what do I get if I managed to get a place in that list?"

"I don't know... I haven't thought about your reward," Blaze answers. "Now, enough talk and let's review."

They went silent again as the time passes. Amy was done on four full notebooks and was down to her last one, while Blaze muttered the equations and formulas without looking at her notes. Amy tried to memorize the long, damn history of Civil War, with the important and key battles leading to victory. She hoped she'd get it right or else Blaze would have to punish her. The punishment is going to take her own will and break it with her purity, and Amy doesn't want Blaze to do so.

The usual day, just cherry blossoms dancing with its companion wind as it flutters around as the two walk with the students. Amy was so enthralled at the beautiful sight, wanting this to happen when Blaze would one day propose to her on some hill with an old cherry blossom tree, believing in the same myth that if any girl confesses to her lover under the same tree on a peaceful day, at exactly sundown, that person is guaranteed to accept their confession. Blaze, however, just kept her nose at the notes she was holding, much to Amy's chagrin. Blaze didn't even pay attention of the flowers or the beautiful scenery, that looks like the school is as good as new. Some students hang around to study at the plaza near the fountain, afraid to fail and toil the reputation of the school's excellent academical performance. They don't bother cheating, since it costs them their residency in the school or even heavy suspension. Plus, the staff are on their guard in case of anyone attempting to cheat, even the teachers were veterans of catching students red-handed. The cameras added the tightness of the security.

At their classroom, it looks as good as new as if the mess and ruckus had been cleared along with some other things that occurred in that same night where they were forced to stay and try to survive. Cream sat beside Amy, greeting the hedgehog with a beaming smile. The other students were talking, mostly about possible test questions. Data, however, sat in the corner where most of the girls avoid her by being far away. The exams were supposed to give the female students their own chance to choose their own seats, as long as they don't want to cheat. Blaze tried talking to Data, who has a math book to conceal her face ridden with the terrors of endless nightmares and restless night. Rouge, however, kept her ears on her new slave, and her phone ready to upload the footage on the net if Data managed to tell Blaze everything.

"So, ready for History?" Cream grinned.

"You bet I am!" Amy laughed.

"Never knew you could be this cheery, even though it's the dreaded exams," Cream sat down to read her History book.

"I'm sure I'm gonna pass and enter the top 100!" Amy said in pride.

Cream paused with an awkward face.

Then hysterically laughed as she pounded her desk with a clenched fist, much to Amy's annoyance.

"That was a good joke, Amy! No wonder you always make me laugh!" Cream laughed as she wipes her tears.

"I'm not joking, okay?!" Amy said. "Argh, don't underestimate the troublemaker here!"

"This is somewhat unlike you, Amy," Cream giggled.

The teacher marched in, everyone returned from their seats in a hurry, nervous what's going to be the difficult questions in the test exams. Amy felt nervous yet determined at the same time, as she could hear herself memorize the equations, the key points of the Civil War, and some other things as well. She could feel diving into the zone. After a long discussion of rules, consequences, the test begins as every student flips their answer sheets and test papers provided to them on their desks at the same time. Amy immediately felt the intensity of the test hitting her like an Intensity 8 earthquake, as the questions are mostly evaluations, identification, and of course, fill in the blanks. To make it harder, it has no choices at all, which shocked Amy. Is this school cruel? Amy thought, as she filled in the tests, often tapping her pen on her forehead whenever she thinks.

Cream, on the other hand, calmly did her test, without any nervousness, as that secret training from Russia is paid off. All she could think is achieving success, and nothing else. She would see the determination glazing Amy's eyes, as if she's got the potential to be in that list before students, one of the people who scored more than the average student. Silence rang, with the exception of the teacher's footsteps patrolling around to make no one is cheating. Amy glanced at Blaze, who seemed to answer things quickly, much to her surprise. Amy went back in her test, thinking before answering. She'd compare answers with Blaze or Cream. Amy's sense of time and date diminished as her concentration's passing beyond its peak. The ominous ticks of the clock echoed throughout the classroom. There was no noise coming from outside the halls. It's like they're isolated, from the rest of society and from others who felt the same thing too. It's like bloodless torture; their sanity is challenged, at how long can they hold onto it while taking the test.

Blaze finished her test and passed it to the teacher. The teacher asked her to keep an eye on the students as he left for a short meeting. Blaze did as what the teacher did before; she'd take walks around the desks to make sure no one's attempting to cheat. She'd got a discreet eye on Amy. By the time she'd gone to Amy's seat, the hedgehog felt all of the furs at the back of her neck began to stand, her spine receiving cold chills streaming down to her spine.

Calm down! Just concentrate! Amy said to herself.

The feline walked like an animal checking on an unknown species. Amy froze, as she can't even write another answer. A hand on Amy's shoulder sent her more chills. Sweat formed on her temples and slowly streamed down to the tips of her quills. The hand softly landed on the hedgehog's head. Blaze stroked it, smiling at the nervous hedgehog. Amy trembled, the fear of respect and authority got into her. Blaze ceased and began walking again.

Two hours passed and the bell rings.

The students sighed in relief as they put their pens down and pass their papers in front for Blaze to collect. Amy was surprised when the students kept the test papers, and so, not wanting to be in the awkward spotlight, she did so. Blaze left, probably giving it to the teacher in charge of the test for checking. Cream blinked once to relieve herself from the "in-the-zone" moments. Amy shook in nervousness, much to the rabbit's surprise.

"I thought you don't mind looking at the results," Cream says.

"I'm nervous, okay?!" Amy could cringe.

"Well, now that the test's over, how about comparing answers?" Cream smiled.

"Oh, right, good idea, Creamy!" Amy nodded. She pulled out her test paper. "How about that number six on test two?"

"Area ratio equation," Cream answered.

"Me too," Amy chuckled. She picked Science. "How about on the element of the chemical equation of number five?"

"I think I answered methane."

"I wrote carbon monoxide or ammonia," Amy dully said. "Damn it."

"Here, let's hit History,"Cream says as she produced the test paper. "In the Victorian era, Queen Victoria faced a horrible tragedy as her husband (blank) has passed away."

"King Henry!" Amy said in pride.

Cream felt awkward again.

She laughed as she slammed her fist on the desk again, humor hitting her without effort. Cream felt her stomach is about to burst from all of the laughter, that she knew Amy gave her the wrong answer. Amy realized and wanted to choke Cream like how Homer Simpson does it to his son Bart in Matt Groening's The Simpsons, the victim of his big hands and the grip. Cream, however, kept laughing until more tears came out, since she's finally received a dose of Amy's comical pride. Blaze came back, noticing that Data disappeared. Blaze heard Amy's answer earlier, and much to her chagrin, she went beside Amy.

"Oh please, it was King Albert," Cream giggled. "I have another question: Which King Henry was the one you're talking about?"

"The fifth!"

Cream laughed.

"You sure need to study more, Amy Rose," Blaze sighed.

"Miss Blaze, she's clearly not the girl of formal History..." Cream tittered. "Have it her way, she's still hoping."

"Ugh, at least I got only one chance to be on the top 100." Amy crossed her arms and pouted.

"Amy Rose, I already checked your test paper, and..." Blaze trailed off, unsure of how to continue. "...Hmm... how should I put this..."

"What? Did I pass? Did I get an A?"

"Can't say," Blaze added a smirk to end her word.

"Aw, come on, Miss Blaze!" Amy whined. "I wanna know!"

"The test results will be out after a day, Amy. Can't you wait?"

"No! I wanna know right now!"

Blaze grabbed Amy's hand and lead her to the student council office, which hasn't gotten anyone in earlier. Blaze propped Amy on a seat and began to sit on her lap. The door was closed, everyone was outside, and the two girls were all alone. Amy blushed hard as she could feel their chests were close to one another, the fabric touching them. Blaze's smirk didn't fade as she pulls out a towel to gag Amy's mouth by tying it all around. Blaze didn't want to do this at school, but she got bored, and it can't be helped anyway. The doors were locked. The feline carefully unbuttons Amy's blouse down, going for the vest before the blouse. Amy whimpered as Blaze raised her skirt, revealing those panties. Blaze lustfully stared at Amy, with glinting gold eyes that glow like the purest of gold ever seen. Blaze raised herself up to whisper close to Amy's ears, perking because of the heat.

"Close your eyes." Blaze says, a finger hooked to Amy's gag.

She lowers it down. Their faces were at just inches away, their foreheads and noses touching.

"I want you now, Amy Rose," Blaze whispers. "Obey, or else I will make you. Understand?"

"Y-Yes, Miss Blaze," Amy nodded in obedience.

"Now be quiet and let me dig in."

The feline closed the gap again as Amy is locked in a deep, passionate kiss. The hedgehog snaked her arms to wrap around Blaze's neck and drawing closer to the hot, radiating warmth. Blaze cascaded down to Amy's neck, aroused at the scent it released as she pleasures it, causing Amy to arch her back and moan in response. To add the pleasure, the feline had hands toying the hedgehog's busty chest. Amy would struggle or even shove Blaze at this point. She realized she was already drowning at the deepest depths of pleasure. At times, Blaze kept looking at Amy, her eyes with a sharp sense of observing how Amy's reactions and predicting some actions. Amy just stared at Blaze, with eyes showing surrender and acceptance to receive the addicting sensation. Amy could feel the soft fabric of her brassiere taken off like magic. Amy closed her eyes and gasped as she could feel warmth and moist clamped to her hardened tip. Waves of pleasure cascaded and landed down to her spine as she could feel Blaze's tongue playing with her tip. Amy could feel Blaze sucking and slurping her, like she wanted milk to come out.

"Blaze... please..." Amy begged through her moans.

"I will take care of this, Amy Rose," Blaze whispered, trailing her tongue down to Amy's v-line.

Blaze's touch went next, a thin veil of fine silk gliding its way to Amy's bare torso. Amy could cringe and even feel all of her furs standing up; it's like a ghost just touched her. Fortunately, Blaze would either continue or just quit, since it's exams and she doesn't want her memory to be foggy because of her having some alone time with feline sighed and propped Amy's torso and stomach laid down on the desk, while using another cloth to tie Amy's wrists together. Amy could just whimper, knowing that the worst has already came to wreak her sense of inhibition and her wildest fantasies coming true. Blaze wasn't gentle this time; she yanked Amy's panties all the way down to her knees. Blaze adjusted Amy's legs to spread. Not wanting to hurt Amy, the feline carefully rubbed Amy's sensitive flesh, eliciting moans and whimpers being muffled. She could feel herself dripping wet right now, with Blaze's fingers stained with the hot, slimy liquid. All Amy could do is just brace herself for a rough time, knowing that Blaze will do her worst.

Amy sighed in relief. A thin gust of air flew by, not realizing that something hard and cold's sliding into her. The feeling of relief collapsed down as the thing in her hits to her breaking point, just close to her barrier. It's like the entire thing didn't leave any gaps, the size big enough to fill it up. Amy screamed when Blaze thrusts her with a strap-on, something Blaze had ordered Charles to get it for her. Amy could feel herself doing it with a guy instead of Blaze. The feline had a small remote attached to it, and at the press of a button, the strap-on began to vibrate, sending irregular, repetitive waves of lust. Every thrust made her grip onto something and bite on the cloth, as it continuously gets in and out of her, then feel herself warming up, slightly wrapped in sweat and her heartbeat is pacing so fast. Blaze, on the other hand, could do the same, as she couldn't think Amy would be this so submissive.

But that doesn't please Blaze... yet.

Blaze sped up the thrusting, the more Amy screamed and moaned, without attempting to beg Blaze to stop. She clenched her tied up fists tightly, her mind thinking of nothing but pleasure. Her stomach's about to tighten, a climax ready to overflow. It was all going well until they can hear footsteps approaching.

Shit! Amy was alarmed. She craned her head to Blaze and nodded. Blaze unties Amy's hands, the hedgehog taking the gag around her muzzle. Blaze sighed, knowing that it's almost too late to finish. They spent two minutes to clean everything up, not wanting to be asked for just a simple absence within the grounds. Another phase of the exams came, finished within half an hour because of an urgent faculty meeting. Once they were at the grounds, on the bench eating their usual lunch, Amy gave Blaze a playful punch. The two had the best spot all to themselves, overlooking the great landscape and the vast cerulean sky decorated with fluffy white clouds.

"You should've just finished sooner," Amy bluntly said.

"Don't rush," Blaze rolled her eyes. "When I pleasure, I take my time to do it with and to you, Amy Rose. If I rushed, the fun will be there, but progress is ignored. If I really did it my own way, you won't be able to walk for days."

Amy stopped eating in shock. She could imagine how intense it would be if she were to climax many times.

"...Then we're not doing it," Amy pouted, continuing to eat her lunch.

"Why? Was it something I said?" Blaze slyly smiled. "I was just fooling around, Amy."

"Blaze, you're scaring me," Amy said.

Blaze chuckled.

"That's what I want you to feel, Amy Rose: fear," Blaze smirked. "You might never know how many tricks I have under my sleeve."

"As if!"

Amy looked at the golden ring still placed on her finger. She blushed hard.

"Uh... can we remove the ring here, Miss Blaze? I think... y'know... the people here might get an idea why we wear these?"

"Never mind the ring," Blaze smiled in pride. "No one would mind about it or ask you why you wear it."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. The rings aren't designed to be engagement ones... it's like a commitment ring for loyalty and all that."

"I don't know... it kinda makes me uncomfortable..." Amy nervously said.

Blaze fell silent. She would feel the same. What if Rouge told the students about why they're wearing the rings? What if their reputation was down because they're officially a couple? Discrimination was something they wouldn't even want to happen, especially when the girls don't think two girls aren't made for one another. It's like they're challenged to love one another without drawing any attention to unwanted things and without even anyone knowing it except the people who already did. Amy could just take the ring off and keep it, just in case. It's like living in the Forbidden City; they are isolated from the rest while thriving inside it. Amy knew it's love she's feeling, connected to Blaze, but the questions remained there: What are Blaze's intentions? Is this going to work out for the two of them? She wouldn't want to even break the contract that would be the very risk of their relationship collapsing down.

Amy didn't know why Blaze loves her.

Blaze owns me... but I'm not hers... Amy thought, frustration deepening into her. It's not love to her; but just ownership. She's being owned and loved, but Amy doesn't think the word love was there to begin with. It was just submission and surrender. Amy knew Blaze made her give up on Deep Blue. If Blaze and her broke up, Amy doesn't have anyone to love or take care of her. It's like Blaze was giving Amy no choice but to love her, for the better or worst. Like every product, one can own it with money. And Amy felt she's bought.

"...Blaze?" Amy suddenly says.

"What is it, Amy Rose?" Blaze turned her head to look at the hedgehog.

Do you love me? Amy would say. But she can't bring herself to say it to Blaze, thinking the feline would be upset at herself.

"...Nothing," Amy looked away.

"Amy Rose, please tell me what do you want to," Blaze held her hand. "I'll listen to it."

"No... it's just nothing," Amy denied.

A touch of Blaze's finger under Amy's chin snagged the hedgehog's heart. It's like Blaze's touch is so irresistible, as if that hand hasn't even gotten the rough marks of hardwork and labor as a student. Amy quickly looked at Blaze, finding a passionate gaze glinting those fiery gold eyes. Amy bowed her head down for a bit, then sighed in surrender. She resisted. And she lost for now.

"...Can I ask you something?"

"Fire away, Amy Rose," Blaze beamed.

"...Do you love me?"

Amy saw Blaze's upset face. Bad move, bastard, Amy scolded herself. Blaze looked down on her thighs, thinking it through. Was making Amy happy worth her feelings to love her? Was spoiling Amy with many things the hedgehog can't even buy worth Amy's attention and care? Blaze had her hands together, unable to answer Amy's question. The very question she can't even answer. Money might be the new key to everything one wants, but Blaze knew Amy is priceless. Amy balled her fists on her skirt, struggling to calm down. Her stomach's tying itself up in knots, guilt coming in.

"I'm not saying I'll leave you if you say otherwise... I just wanna know, Blaze." Amy says.

"Amy, of course I love you," Blaze said, sincerity overflowing. "Why wouldn't I feel the same way as you do? I knew that controversy would ruin my reputation were it to be discovered I'm in a relationship with you. I don't want us to be both the laughingstocks, Amy Rose. You can take the ring off if you want, but wear it when we get outside."

Amy did so. Blaze followed, hiding it on her pocket. The hedgehog felt light after taking the ring off, as if she was free from something. They stood up from the bench and embraced one another, as if they're imagining the school is near the Eiffel Tower and the bay that overlooks the sea. However, little they know one student saw this, with a short smile and a nightstick held in her hands. The student walked away, probably not wanting to be spotted.

-After School-

After students clean up the room, arrange their things, get some books to finish their homework, and head home after a day of the dreaded exams. Well, not for the student council crew, that is. They're the last people to leave school after everything is settled. Blaze called Charles to pick Amy up. Blaze and the rest of the student council rounded up in the room, seated on their usual places, after a long meeting about the school's budget, new damages, and school management stuff and whatnot. Blaze was about to close the meeting until her eye caught an empty seat near Cosmo.

"That's strange," Blaze started. "Rouge should be here with us..."

"I know, right...?" Cosmo agreed. "She said she's gonna attend this meeting..."

"...I will look for her," Blaze says. "All of you may depart for the day."

The rest stood up and bowed to Blaze before they left. Blaze went out of the student council office to search for Rouge, walking at the halls to try to find her. After fifteen minutes, she was shocked to find broken glass leading to the girl's comfort room. Blaze, being the careful girl she is, slowly opened the ajar door and finds blood. Trying to contain herself, she went inside, finding a trail of blood leading to one stall that's open and ridden with signs of struggle and more blood. Opening the door, her heart leaped up to find an unconscious Rouge slumped down on one of the walls, wounded by blunt force and bleeding, and beside her, is a bloodied nightstick used by the police for melee. Blaze didn't dare to pick it up either. There was a note, stained in blood and in a scribbled cipher that Blaze instantly recognized it as the binary code. She can't even guess what it means.

"01000101 01110110 01101001 01100100 01100101 01101110 01100011 01100101 00100000 01100100 01100101 01110011 01110100 01110010 01101111 01111001 01100101 01100100 00101110."

Blaze called for authorities and decided to depart immediately, to the hotel room. She pocketed the note and pictured it in case. Amy was in the middle of preparing dinner once the feline returned. Much to Amy's surprise, Blaze was sweating, and also huffing like she just ran from the school to the hotel without even getting Charles to pick her up again. She just took the subway and sprinted after two stations.

"Take it easy, Blaze," Amy smiled once Blaze sat down on the couch.

"I saw something, and I'll never go there again," Blaze said, shocked.

"What did you see?" Amy smirked.

"First, finish the dinner before we can talk this through," Blaze says.

Amy finished dinner and sat down beside Blaze with some diet coke in their hands after they ate it while watching some breaking news in the bedroom, down on the bed and tucked in the covers. As always, Amy was forced to wear something sexy like her underwear whilst Blaze just wore some simple shorts and tank top. Blaze told Amy everything about what she saw, Rouge unconscious, her blood everywhere, and of course the nightstick with the cipher note. Amy was more shocked than Blaze is.

"Rouge was attacked?!" Amy asked. "By who?"

"I don't know, but I'm sure the motive here is hatred or revenge," Blaze assumed. She pulled the note out. "This is what I found... it's hard for me to know what this binary code means."

"How about asking Data about it? Maybe she knows what it means," Amy suggested.

"Data said to me she's in a long hiatus, so she won't be active for quite some time," Blaze says.

"Then why didn't you pick up the damn nightstick, anyway?"

"Amy Rose, I don't touch possible evidence; especially the weapon used to inflict damage on Rouge. And I might know why: I think it's the culprit's existence that's going to be erased," Blaze claimed. "The culprit might have left the nightstick in there so that whenever someone finds Rouge's body and they hold the weapon, the culprit's fingerprints might be mixed up and the one who found it will be the accused one rather than the culprit. Or the culprit was wearing gloves so that once the witness grabs hold of the nightstick, the fingerprints of the witness would lead to the police thinking the witness beaten Rouge up."

"Seriously, Blaze, what are you? Sherlock Holmes?"

"No," Blaze scoffed. "It might be because I watched CSI: Las Vegas or NY on Netflix for too long."

"I like those," Amy admitted. She laid down on the bed after emailing Cream.

Blaze turned the TV off and closed off all of the lights except for the bedside table lamp beside her. Amy was facing her, by the way, nervous that Blaze would finish what they'd never did. Blaze yawned for a bit and stretched herself in, feeling the comfort of the bed slowly taking her to dreamland. Blaze turned off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. Amy turned and tried to sleep, but thanks to Blaze saying every detail that she saw earlier, she couldn't be able to relax at all. It's like she took a horror story out of fiction and turned it to reality.

"Blaze, you awake?" Amy asked.

Blaze turned to Amy's back. "What is it?"

"You should've just told me about this tomorrow," Amy groaned. "I can't even sleep right now. What can you do, anyway?"

"What about trying to count sheep?" Blaze says.

"Doesn't work for me," Amy slightly frowned. "Can we do something like go to a club?"

"Amy Rose, you know I'm not going to let you get drunk and hit on a stranger," Blaze rolled her eyes.

"What about you, rich girl?" Amy slyly smiled. "Your kind just goes to these fancy parties that doesn't like people who doesn't dress up for that occasion."

"Amy, I don't want to go there at this time..." Blaze sighed.

"Come on, at least I know some clubs you can even blend in," Amy had a hand on Blaze's face. "Let's seize the night before we sleep."

"Where club do you usually go, anyway?" Blaze asks.

"That? Uh... I don't think you're gonna like it," Amy blushed hard. "There's a lot of guys desperate for a fuck or a one night stand, so let's not risk it."

"What about those clubs where you can't even hear your own voice?"

"Maybe not for you, the noise in there's hell," Amy insisted. "How about let's hit somewhere else for a bit of drink?"

"Shouldn't you be not drinking at this point?"

"What about you, Blaze? You guys drink wine," Amy scoffed. She rubbed Blaze's nose with hers. "Relax, let's just try some drinks and go home anyway while still sober, okay? I promise we won't be there for too long or before your mom realizes you're hanging out with me all night."

"Fine, but only for a short while," Blaze surrendered.

"Great! Let's get dressed!"

They turned the lights on. Amy hummed a song while going to her wardrobe to find some of her outfits she once wore when she's going out to party or something. Blaze was perplexed at what Amy picked; a loose dark pink tank top complete with those ripped denim shorts that looked like they're formerly pants that Amy played with scissors, some bracelets, and a necklace with a glow in the dark vial. Once Amy wore them, Blaze thought the hedgehog looked like a delinquent or a rebel.

"Now let's check yours," Amy smiled. Her smile died as soon as she found Blaze's drawer composed of modest-looking clothes. "What the hell? These clothes make you look like you're just a plain person! Ugh, next time, I'll get you some clothes or else I'll play with scissors with these damn denim shorts of yours."

"Fine, I'll just wear something that no one can recognize me."

And with that, Blaze just wore a purple shirt that reveals her belly, black shorts, and sneakers. Adding black-framed glasses and her purple Casio digital watch, her new look erases the image of being the daughter of a rich family. Amy wanted to kiss Blaze like right now, feeling they're now in the same status in society. Blaze felt uneasy, thinking this could go wrong in many ways. Especially, she doesn't experience how the average teen parties at discos or clubs. Amy saw Blaze wearing a necklace with the same vial that glows in the dark, thinking Blaze wants them to match at least one thing they wear. With some money, phones fully charged, and the thrill ready to burst, they kill the lights in their hotel room and stepped out of the deadly silent hotel, finding themselves in the grasp of the night with some people, the type of people to be very active at night who attends at parties or work in the graveyard shift. The lights illuminate, vibrant and full of life.

Amy looked at Blaze with that same sly smile.

"Nervous?"

"It's my first time, Amy..." Blaze says.

"Relax, I promise you that this is gonna be fun as always. Besides, I wanna go out on a date with you," Amy beamed, "You know we have to share some things so that we can be compatible."

"Ah, right... well, where will we go clubbing, Amy Rose?"

"Depends," Amy says. "The clubs I know takes some minutes if we walk."

"Alright, lead the way."

They tried some clubs, partying while trying some cocktails and drinks. Blaze felt ecstasy and adrenaline coursing through her veins as they move to the intensive music. Blaze tries to control herself from drinking too much alcohol, knowing she needs to stay more sober in case Amy gets drunk. Amy missed this feeling, wanting to party more and stay until the break of dawn. Amy even taught Blaze how to behave and dance at any place, which the feline complied, learning how to party like the average, thrill-seeking teen. Blaze, however, starts to feel a bit like her sense of awareness is slowly slipping away, but she struggles to keep herself straighten up by eating some snacks she knew can distract the alcohol from being absorbed first. Blaze checked the time and much to her shock, it's one hour before midnight. She hoped Cream or any of her guards were not watching her right now, or else she'd be grounded with Amy. She had finished one glass of tangy French 75, whilst Amy was gulping down on the classic Scotch. The more Amy drank, the more she's cut off of reality, like she's living in a fantasy world.

After hours of partying, Blaze felt it was time to go home. But without a short minute of washing her hands from all of the drinks and in case she messed her hair up. Blaze told Amy she's going to the bathroom to tend to her hair, Amy agreed and decided to wait for Blaze while seating on the bench near the bartender, taking a small shotglass of cold Scotch.

Even though they're in a club that has their volume up, she can even see and hear through the darkness thanks to the lights. Finding the seat next to her is empty, she felt relieved. Until someone took it.

"Hey, someone sat there!" Amy was pissed off.

"Who cares? It's not like that person's gonna come back and take it from me!" A male voice rang.

"Wait-" Amy intervened. "Are you-"

"Oh, hey, Amy!" Deep Blue grinned.

Shit, not him. Amy thought. If he touched me here... Blaze'll kill him!

"Amy," Deep Blue says, "You okay?"

"I think I've just had a bit too much to drink." Amy managed to get a small smile.

"Me too," he murmurs, and his sly eyes are watching Amy intently. "Do you need a hand?" he asks and steps closer, putting his arm around Amy. She felt anxious, thinking he's going to violate her.

"Deep Blue, I'm okay. I've got this." Amy tries and push him away rather feebly.

"Amy, please," he whispers, and now he's holding Amy in his arms, pulling her close.

"Deep Blue, what you doing?"

"You know I like you Amy, please." He has one hand at the small of Amy's back holding her against him, the other at her chin tipping back her head.

Holy fuck… he's going to kiss me. Amy thought, bracing herself up.

"No, Deep Blue," Amy pushed him, but he's a wall of hard muscle, and she can't shift him. His hand has slipped into Amy's hair, and he's holding her head in place.

"Please, Amy, let's get back together and leave your psychotic girl," he whispers against Amy's lips. His breath is soft and scent tinged in cocktail or Chardonnay. He gently trails kisses along Amy's jaw up to the side of her mouth. Amy felt panicky, drunk, and out of control. The feeling is suffocating.

"D-Deep Blue... n-no, not at this time..." Amy pleaded.

"I think my lady said no." A voice in the dark says quietly. Holy shit! Blaze's here.

"Blaze," Blaze says tersely. Amy glanced anxiously up at Blaze. She's glowering at Deep Blue, and she's furious. "Amy Rose," she helped the hedgehog stand up with an arm. "Let's go now. The night is coming to an end."

"Hey, you're the bitch that took my Amy away!"

Blaze glared at him as he grabbed a wine bottle, hit against the counter to make a weapon with jagged glass. Amy's eyes widened in fear. Blaze sighed.

"You lustful deviant, a bitch-seeking douche. You can't fight me in your current state," Blaze said. "This doesn't suit you. You are pathetic."

"Blaze, please-!" Amy begged, "H-He didn't even touch me down there yet!"

"Amy Rose, please sit down," Blaze looked at Amy. "This guy almost kissed you. I will not forgive anyone who dares to kiss you, drunkard or not."

"Let's take this outside and fight!" Deep Blue says.

"You and what army?" Blaze snickered.

With the snap of his finger, there came one white hedgehog and a black and red hedgehog. Blaze still snickered in pride.

"Don't even think you can get us down!" Deep Blue was annoyed.

"You are outnumbered, Deep Blue," Blaze smirked. "Please concede or else my lackeys will deal with you and your men straight and painful."

"Never!"

Blaze claps.

"Come out, lackeys!" Blaze yelled.

In less than a minute, everyone heard a monotonous marching as the music stopped as Charles, Cream, together with trained army men dressed in black trench coats marched, surrounding Blaze, saluting at the feline. The lackeys, composed of the elite bodyguards trained in the military or in the navy, are the primary front line of defense for Blaze. They only follow Blaze as their master, and her orders are final and absolute to them. They're the people who often help Blaze to gain her reputation by helping the needy whenever they encounter one, with the best of their abilities. Deep Blue was more shocked as Amy is, finding out Blaze's "army" of bodyguards are armed with customized guns and metal melee nightsticks, plus Cream was there, not even being laughed because of her small stature.

"Reporting for duty!" The bodyguards said in one voice, signifying unity.

"You see that?" Blaze chuckled. "How can you fight all of these right now? I gave you one chance to surrender, but I'm afraid I cannot give you any chances anymore."

She approached Amy and helped her up with an arm. Blaze linked her arm to the hedgehog's, who seemed desperate to sleep and rest since hangover is dominating her senses.

"Come, Amy," Blaze smiled. "Let us go home."

Amy fell silent.

"Blaze, I'm gonna throw up soon," Amy says. "Quick."

"Alright," Blaze says.

Before they left, Blaze turned around and casually waves to the lackeys. They knew the order. And they had a smirk to their faces, now they can do what they usually know how to deal with people like this: swift violence.

"Beat them up until they bleed."Was the order Blaze said in just a simple wave.

Blaze and Amy returned to the hotel a few moments later, their night ended as Amy rushed to the bathroom to throw up. Blaze sighed again as she grabbed some ice and water in a glass to relieve herself. After Amy does her little relieve method, she stepped out. Blaze tried calm, but she can sniff Amy's remnants of alcohol and food. She clasps her muzzle.

"Amy Rose, mind washing yourself before we go to bed?" Blaze says.

"Never mind it... I don't think I'll take one," Amy groaned.

Amy collapses.

"Amy Rose!"

A/N: Here you go!

Sorry for the long wait, it's school time and I'm piled with many responsibilities, anyway. So whenever there's free time, I'd use some of it to update this story! Anyways, I'm gonna be resting for a while to complete some homework and uniform shopping. After this, I'd want Amy to scold Blaze on why she's being followed by her lackeys and all that... but it seemed I wanted some sweet time for them to happen anyway.

Please anticipate for the next chapter! I promise I will try to update them despite of schoolwork and requirements...

Later~!