Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, just my OC's, also the poem for this
chapter wasn't written by me, it was written by my best friend Angela Day
Aka Fires-Destruction, I just loved it so I decided to use it for this
chapter.
A/N: *Writes this after she finished the chapter* I slept over at my best friends house last night, and barely got any sleep for two days ......*Falls asleep and starts drooling on the keys* Mmmmm ..... Yami
Duke: Psh, like they ever enjoy your chapters.
*Yawns.* I'm too tired to argue, I'm just gonna write.
Chapter 7
Words of Salvation
Some hours later, Amaya twitched a little as her mind slowly came out darkness. She was dimly aware of something soft under her, and a strange throbbing on her wrists. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision was foggy, but she could still make out the image of someone leaning over her. She blinked a few times, clearing her vision, and revealing Yami.
"Where the fuck am I?" Her voice was intended to be intimidating, but it only came out as a sickly groan.
"My room." He answered, and Amaya's eyes widened as she realized what happened. The whole previous day flashed through her mind like a film. The fight with her mom, her argument with Demi, her mother again ....... Her stomach gave a small turn as she remembered what she had done to herself, but her turning stomach quickly turned into a maelstrom of emotions. Sadness, regret, confusion, and finally anger. She looked down at her wrists that had once been slashed, to see that they were now stitched up and devoid of any blood. She glared up at Yami with eyes that could melt an iceberg.
"Why the hell did you bring me here?" She spat, her voice with that calm- before-the-storm note. Yami met the young girls gaze, though his held not hostility, but concern for her.
"You were bleeding to death." He answered calmly. "And I will not leave a member of my gang to die."
"What if she wanted to die?" Amaya whispered, more to herself then to Yami, her sadness once again overruling her anger. Yami's eyes softened, he had figured that wounds like the ones that had attained would be self- inflicted, but he wondered what could possibly make a vibrant young women like her want to kill herself.
"So they were self-inflicted." It wasn't a question, it was a mere statement of fact. Amaya glared at him, her emotions taking yet another change.
"Why don't you leave me alone." She lashed at him and attempted to sit up, but he rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Amaya ....please, relax." He said, his eyes seeming to radiate a sense of regal grace and calm. She slumped back onto his bed without a word and started at the wall. Yami noticed that her eyes weren't looking at the wall, but past it, seemingly into a place that was within her scope of vision alone.
A heavy silence hung in the air, and Yami never took his gaze off the troubled girl. After a long while, she spoke, her voice barley above a whisper, but her grief and hopelessness was not lost with lack of volume.
"What's the point?"
"The point of what?" He asked, his voice was unusually soft. He didn't know why, but he felt drawn to her, determined to help her if her could, he could see the pain that she was in, and wanted to take it away.
'No-one.' He decided firmly. 'No-one should feel this badly.'
"living." She replied, her voice was listless and feeble, her will and desire for life seeming to have gone with the blood that had poured from her mutilated wrists. He didn't say anything, not really having an answer for her, but sensing that she wasn't finished yet. "I mean, what's the point of fighting when you know your going to drown."
"You don't always drown." He said, she only shook her head in reply. She said nothing, but a single tear rolled down her cheek as she fished through the pockets of her trench coat, vaguely aware of the slight soreness in her wrist. She pulled out a piece of paper that was stained partly with blood, and partly with tears. She handed it to Yami without a word.
He opened it, and found what looked to be like a poem, it didn't have a title. His began skimming over the words, taking in the power of the young writer's words.
Do you ever wonder why? Why laughter is contagious Or why sadness makes you cry
Do you ever wish your life had turned out different Then you planned, I do. Sometimes metal can be as comforting, as a friend.
When you feel it slice through, The crimson tears flow down. You feel you've finally found, That sanity you're searching for. Then you can't stop. As the razor asks for more, It wants more of your crimson tears.
Don't try to make me stop, For this is the only thing, That cures my thoughts.
One scar for every weak point in my life, Every frightening sight, or fear, That's why I cry, crimson tears.
"I've never shown that to anyone in my life." She didn't know she was opening up to him like this, she tried to tell herself that it was because he had saved her life, but deep inside was the nagging reality that she was trying to save her own life, to save herself from her own depression, and he was the only one there.
"I know you probably think I'm crazy." She muttered, her eyes still focused on her brutally mangled wrists, taking in the other scars that also adored her arms.
"No." Yami said, handing her back the piece of the paper. "Not really." He rolled up his own sleeve, revealing very faint, but still visible scars.
"It's not uncommon." He said, the statement was simple, but somewhere inside her, it struck a nerve. She had always kept her cutting a secrete from everyone, Demi was the only one who knew, and she hadn't told her, she had figured it out. And here she was in the room with a former slasher.
"Why are you showing me this anyway?" She asked, her voice was dark, but it's irony failed to completely mask her puzzlement.
"To prove a point." He said simply.
"And what point would that be?"
"To prove a point that your not alone in this world." He explained, and Amaya felt herself choking back tears. "Not matter what, there will always be others who have felt what you have, or have done what you have done. You can't invent a new emotion. "
She didn't say anything, but merely nodded in mute understanding, and the words rang in her head: Not alone.
"Thank you." She whispered as she let her tears flow shamelessly down her cheeks. She didn't wipe them away, fight them back, or try to hide them in anyway. She didn't need to, she didn't need to hide from him. "Thank you." She repeated and without a second thought wrapped her arms around him, holding on to him with such fervor it seemed like she was afraid that she would slip into an inescapable darkness if she let go. She had only tried to kill herself because she had felt like she was alone, that she had no- one to save her, but she realized that she had her salvation wrapped tightly in her arms.
He faltered for a moment, unsure of what to do. No-one had ever dare to openly display such affection to him. Coming to a decision he wrapped his arms tightly around the sobbing girl. After a few moments, her crying subsided but she still held onto him, against his rock hard body, and inhaling his invigorating scent. After a few more moments she pulled away and her cerulean eyes meet with his lavender ones.
"Thank you." She said, he nodded.
"Your welcome..... Night Rain." Amaya jolted.
"How did you my name meant that?" She asked, this guy was getting more and more mysterious by the minute. He let out a small chuckle.
"After you told me your name, I looked up the meaning on the Internet." Amaya felt a slight blush on her cheeks and fell back on the soft pillows of his bed.
"Oh." She said, trying to keep her composure.
"As I said before, you have a beautiful name." A slight smile graced his flawless features. "Now, get some sleep." She nodded and he left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
She curled up the pillows, and discovered that they smelled like him. A small smile graced her lips as she snuggled deeper into the soft folds of the pillow. After a few moments she fell asleep, from physical and emotional exhaustion.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yami sat on the couch, staring into space, it still puzzled him as to why he felt so drawn to this girl that he had only a very short while ago. It was true that she was beautiful with her raven black hair and ocean blue eyes, but he figured that such an attraction would not make him fell this close to her.
He heard little whimpers and what sounded that tossing and turning coming from the bedroom of his apartment. Deciding that he should check on her, her got up and walked into the room. There she was, tossing and turning around in his bed, and muttering things in her sleep. He walked over and, timidly paced a hand in her back, and began making large circles.
She settled down a bit, and smiled slightly in her sleep, which was matched by Yami's.
"Don't worry." He whispered to her. "I won't let any harm come to you. You don't deserve the suffering that I'm sure has befallen upon you, and I'll try to stop if I can." And with that, he walked silently out of the room.
A/N: Well, that's it! As you can probably guess, Amaya and Yami will be getting together, but not for awhile yet. And I will be putting a few lemons in later chapters! And as for Demi, don't worry, she's not outta the picture, I have big plans for her! Anyways, as always please R&R!
A/N: *Writes this after she finished the chapter* I slept over at my best friends house last night, and barely got any sleep for two days ......*Falls asleep and starts drooling on the keys* Mmmmm ..... Yami
Duke: Psh, like they ever enjoy your chapters.
*Yawns.* I'm too tired to argue, I'm just gonna write.
Chapter 7
Words of Salvation
Some hours later, Amaya twitched a little as her mind slowly came out darkness. She was dimly aware of something soft under her, and a strange throbbing on her wrists. Her eyes fluttered open, her vision was foggy, but she could still make out the image of someone leaning over her. She blinked a few times, clearing her vision, and revealing Yami.
"Where the fuck am I?" Her voice was intended to be intimidating, but it only came out as a sickly groan.
"My room." He answered, and Amaya's eyes widened as she realized what happened. The whole previous day flashed through her mind like a film. The fight with her mom, her argument with Demi, her mother again ....... Her stomach gave a small turn as she remembered what she had done to herself, but her turning stomach quickly turned into a maelstrom of emotions. Sadness, regret, confusion, and finally anger. She looked down at her wrists that had once been slashed, to see that they were now stitched up and devoid of any blood. She glared up at Yami with eyes that could melt an iceberg.
"Why the hell did you bring me here?" She spat, her voice with that calm- before-the-storm note. Yami met the young girls gaze, though his held not hostility, but concern for her.
"You were bleeding to death." He answered calmly. "And I will not leave a member of my gang to die."
"What if she wanted to die?" Amaya whispered, more to herself then to Yami, her sadness once again overruling her anger. Yami's eyes softened, he had figured that wounds like the ones that had attained would be self- inflicted, but he wondered what could possibly make a vibrant young women like her want to kill herself.
"So they were self-inflicted." It wasn't a question, it was a mere statement of fact. Amaya glared at him, her emotions taking yet another change.
"Why don't you leave me alone." She lashed at him and attempted to sit up, but he rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Amaya ....please, relax." He said, his eyes seeming to radiate a sense of regal grace and calm. She slumped back onto his bed without a word and started at the wall. Yami noticed that her eyes weren't looking at the wall, but past it, seemingly into a place that was within her scope of vision alone.
A heavy silence hung in the air, and Yami never took his gaze off the troubled girl. After a long while, she spoke, her voice barley above a whisper, but her grief and hopelessness was not lost with lack of volume.
"What's the point?"
"The point of what?" He asked, his voice was unusually soft. He didn't know why, but he felt drawn to her, determined to help her if her could, he could see the pain that she was in, and wanted to take it away.
'No-one.' He decided firmly. 'No-one should feel this badly.'
"living." She replied, her voice was listless and feeble, her will and desire for life seeming to have gone with the blood that had poured from her mutilated wrists. He didn't say anything, not really having an answer for her, but sensing that she wasn't finished yet. "I mean, what's the point of fighting when you know your going to drown."
"You don't always drown." He said, she only shook her head in reply. She said nothing, but a single tear rolled down her cheek as she fished through the pockets of her trench coat, vaguely aware of the slight soreness in her wrist. She pulled out a piece of paper that was stained partly with blood, and partly with tears. She handed it to Yami without a word.
He opened it, and found what looked to be like a poem, it didn't have a title. His began skimming over the words, taking in the power of the young writer's words.
Do you ever wonder why? Why laughter is contagious Or why sadness makes you cry
Do you ever wish your life had turned out different Then you planned, I do. Sometimes metal can be as comforting, as a friend.
When you feel it slice through, The crimson tears flow down. You feel you've finally found, That sanity you're searching for. Then you can't stop. As the razor asks for more, It wants more of your crimson tears.
Don't try to make me stop, For this is the only thing, That cures my thoughts.
One scar for every weak point in my life, Every frightening sight, or fear, That's why I cry, crimson tears.
"I've never shown that to anyone in my life." She didn't know she was opening up to him like this, she tried to tell herself that it was because he had saved her life, but deep inside was the nagging reality that she was trying to save her own life, to save herself from her own depression, and he was the only one there.
"I know you probably think I'm crazy." She muttered, her eyes still focused on her brutally mangled wrists, taking in the other scars that also adored her arms.
"No." Yami said, handing her back the piece of the paper. "Not really." He rolled up his own sleeve, revealing very faint, but still visible scars.
"It's not uncommon." He said, the statement was simple, but somewhere inside her, it struck a nerve. She had always kept her cutting a secrete from everyone, Demi was the only one who knew, and she hadn't told her, she had figured it out. And here she was in the room with a former slasher.
"Why are you showing me this anyway?" She asked, her voice was dark, but it's irony failed to completely mask her puzzlement.
"To prove a point." He said simply.
"And what point would that be?"
"To prove a point that your not alone in this world." He explained, and Amaya felt herself choking back tears. "Not matter what, there will always be others who have felt what you have, or have done what you have done. You can't invent a new emotion. "
She didn't say anything, but merely nodded in mute understanding, and the words rang in her head: Not alone.
"Thank you." She whispered as she let her tears flow shamelessly down her cheeks. She didn't wipe them away, fight them back, or try to hide them in anyway. She didn't need to, she didn't need to hide from him. "Thank you." She repeated and without a second thought wrapped her arms around him, holding on to him with such fervor it seemed like she was afraid that she would slip into an inescapable darkness if she let go. She had only tried to kill herself because she had felt like she was alone, that she had no- one to save her, but she realized that she had her salvation wrapped tightly in her arms.
He faltered for a moment, unsure of what to do. No-one had ever dare to openly display such affection to him. Coming to a decision he wrapped his arms tightly around the sobbing girl. After a few moments, her crying subsided but she still held onto him, against his rock hard body, and inhaling his invigorating scent. After a few more moments she pulled away and her cerulean eyes meet with his lavender ones.
"Thank you." She said, he nodded.
"Your welcome..... Night Rain." Amaya jolted.
"How did you my name meant that?" She asked, this guy was getting more and more mysterious by the minute. He let out a small chuckle.
"After you told me your name, I looked up the meaning on the Internet." Amaya felt a slight blush on her cheeks and fell back on the soft pillows of his bed.
"Oh." She said, trying to keep her composure.
"As I said before, you have a beautiful name." A slight smile graced his flawless features. "Now, get some sleep." She nodded and he left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
She curled up the pillows, and discovered that they smelled like him. A small smile graced her lips as she snuggled deeper into the soft folds of the pillow. After a few moments she fell asleep, from physical and emotional exhaustion.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yami sat on the couch, staring into space, it still puzzled him as to why he felt so drawn to this girl that he had only a very short while ago. It was true that she was beautiful with her raven black hair and ocean blue eyes, but he figured that such an attraction would not make him fell this close to her.
He heard little whimpers and what sounded that tossing and turning coming from the bedroom of his apartment. Deciding that he should check on her, her got up and walked into the room. There she was, tossing and turning around in his bed, and muttering things in her sleep. He walked over and, timidly paced a hand in her back, and began making large circles.
She settled down a bit, and smiled slightly in her sleep, which was matched by Yami's.
"Don't worry." He whispered to her. "I won't let any harm come to you. You don't deserve the suffering that I'm sure has befallen upon you, and I'll try to stop if I can." And with that, he walked silently out of the room.
A/N: Well, that's it! As you can probably guess, Amaya and Yami will be getting together, but not for awhile yet. And I will be putting a few lemons in later chapters! And as for Demi, don't worry, she's not outta the picture, I have big plans for her! Anyways, as always please R&R!