Hooray!!!! Chapter 2 ish up!!! Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and thanks for everything who reviewed....

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh....nor Duke's earrings....*Sobs*

Chapter 2

Tapping the pencil against the clean sheet of paper, his mind went blank, only memories of her swirling around with the neon colors of the night before. He went out drinking again, like many nights before. The stingingly sweet taste of the liquor clung to his lips as he wrote down the solemn words he wrote down each and every night since both of the girls in his life left.

*God grant me the Serenity

to accept the things

I cannot change, courage

to change the things I can,

and the wisdom to know

the difference.*

He seemed to smile at these words as he wrote them with the worn down lead of the pencil. The years went by, and they were happy, only to have everything shatter in shards of hurt, pain, and despair when she said she loved someone else. He accepted it with a heavy heart, only to have her come back to his door one more time, seeking the compassion only he could give her. One night of compassion, one night of the purest of love, one night of shared passion between the two, and she was gone, back into the arms of the other man. She didn't love him, did she? No. He finally realized it when he was classified as a 'one night stand'.

She called six weeks after with news that overjoyed him, and horrified him. She was pregnant. Who's baby was it? He knew perfectly well. It was his, but she'd be in denial, saying she never slept with him, even though the truth was unavoidable.

He walked over to her house, begging to know who's baby it was. She shouted things like 'You'll never know!' or 'I never made love to you! It's his!" It ripped him apart, to know that the one he loved would deny their time of intimacy. Claws of steel tearing out his heart. He patiently waited the nine months, and the child was born, a beautiful baby girl with auburn eyes and hints of ebony hair peeking out of her gentle head. She was beautiful and he knew it. The hospital room was a war zone. Crying, screaming, and threats of disembowelment. Dozens of doctors had to hold back the two raging egos, snarling, knowing they would butt heads at one point. The black haired man, knowing this was pointless, walked out once more, leaving behind the angel which fell from heaven and presented itself as his supposed daughter, Eve.

Bringing himself out of the trance, he rose, retiring to the cold bed, lonely and forgotten. Wrapping himself in a cocoon of cloth, he sighed deeply, closing his eyes, seeing but one thing.......Eve.........