Disclaimer: In case you don't know by now, I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but if I
did ..... Hehehehe
A/N: Well, I managed to clean the drool of my keys, so I guess I'll start writing the next chapter. And by the way, Fires-Destruction is keeping my sketch book hostage to get this chapter, so here I am writing it!
Duke: *Snorts * It's not like there's anything of value in there anyway.
Ok, will you just shut-up for once in you life?
Duke: Why not? Pissing you off is so much fun.
Asshole, anyways, on with the fic!
Chapter 8
Assumed Dead?
Amaya woke up some hours later, but she refused to open her eyes, not wanting to face to reality, or the world.
'Oh god.' She groaned, fighting back tears at the thought of her best friend. 'She must hate me by now.' She opened her eyes with the decision that she couldn't hide from the world forever, and saw that there was some clothes laid out for her. She rolled out of the warm bed and threw on the pair of leather jeans, leather one-stripe tank top, and vest. She brushed out her ebony hair and threw it into a ponytail at the base of her neck, leaving two bangs to fall around her face. She noticed that she didn't have her weapons, and figured that Yami had taken them from her.
"Figures." She muttered dryly. "If I were him I wouldn't let me keep my weapons either." She walked into the small, yet comfortable living room, half expecting to see Yami crashed on the couch, but he was nowhere in sight. She heard the faint sounds of someone scuffling in the kitchen, and she followed the noise to see Yami making bacon and eggs. She almost laughed at the sight of her intimidating gang leader cooking, but she held back her sniggering and walked up to him.
"Hi." She said, trying to sound cheerful, but failed considerably. There wasn't much in her world to be cheerful about.
"It's a good thing your up." He said, dishing out the food. "I was just about to wake you up." He handed her two eggs, five strips of bacon , and two pieces of toast on a plate.
"Thanks." She said, taking a seat at the table. He nodded his welcome and took the seat across from her.
"You know." She said, munching a piece of bacon. "I really should talk to Demi."
"Who's Demi?" He asked, looking up from his plate.
"My best friend, that is, if she doesn't hate me by now, wouldn't blame her if she did." She muttered, more to herself then anyone. Yami shook his head.
"I'm sorry." He replied. "But you can't"
"Why not?"
"Because you are believed to be dead." He replied, Amaya looked shocked.
"What?"
"A guess that after you left, your mother phoned the police." He replied, Amaya wasn't surprised at that. "And they found your backpack covered with blood, they assumed you were dead." She slumped in her chair. "And it's best, for someone assumed dead, to keep out of sight."
"So how am I going to tell Demi that I'm ok?" She whispered. She knew how Demi must fell at the moment, I was quite simple really, like hell. She knew that if her best friend had commented suicide, that she would feel like dying. Yami looked thoughtful for a minute.
"Where does she live?"
"36 Caine street." She looked up. "Why?"
"Because I can bring her here and you can talk to her." He replied, a slight smile on his face, and Amaya's eyes brightened.
"Really?" She asked, fighting to sudden urge to glomp him. He nodded. "Thank you."
"Anyways, if I'm going to get there, I should get going now." He said, taking his empty plate and setting it in the sink.
"Demi doesn't wake up till about noon." Amaya said. "She won't be up yet."
"Yes she will." He replied. "It's almost 1:00."
"WHAT!" Amaya yelled. "How long was I out! I never sleep this late!" Yami chuckled at the girl's distress. He decided against making a witty remark, and headed for the door instead.
"Stay here." Yami said, looking back at the sable haired teen. A mischievous smile flickered on his face. "You can a nap if you wish."
"Ya right." She said, rolling her eyes. "I think I've slept long enough for today."
"I'll see you later." And with that, he set out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Demi sat in her room, seemingly oblivious to the two streams of hot tears that coursed down her cheeks. She had watched the news and heard about what they had said about her friend. She didn't want to believe it, not her Amaya, her Amaya wasn't gone. She couldn't be, she couldn't be dead, not after the fight they had, she didn't get to say that she was sorry, she didn't get to tell her how much her friend meant to her. She was at home, and was going to call her any minute. Even though she didn't believe it, she glanced at the phone anyway. Of course, it didn't ring, instead there was a knock on the door. Jeering from her thoughts, she slowly went to answer it.
There stood a man of about 22-23 with tri-colored hair.
"Demi?" He asked, unsure if it was her or not.
"Ya." She replied slowly.
"I want you to come with me." He replied, she took a step back.
"Why?" She was leery of this stranger, and wasn't about to go anywhere with him. He noticed this and tried again.
"Please." He said, his voice was calm and soothing. "Amaya wants to talk to you." Demi did a double take.
"Amaya's dead." She said, choking back the tears. Yami shook his head.
"No she's not." He said. "Come with me."
Demi was unsure, but the desire to believe what he said overpowered her.
"Alright." She said, walking towards him and closing the door behind her. "Let's go."
A/N:
Short chapter I know, but the next one will be longer I promise. And don't worry, the other characters, Joey, Mai, Tea, Tristan, Duke, Seto, and Serenity will be in the fic also. Actually I already introduced Kaiba, he was the guy that Amaya bumped into in chapter 5. Don't worry, he's coming back, I have big plans for him and Demi, anyone want to guess what it is?
Duke: It's pretty obvious isn't it? There -
*Runs over quickly and covers his mouth.* Heehee, just ignore him!
Duke: Mpph! Geff me!
*Uncovers his mouth* Anyways, please R&R!
A/N: Well, I managed to clean the drool of my keys, so I guess I'll start writing the next chapter. And by the way, Fires-Destruction is keeping my sketch book hostage to get this chapter, so here I am writing it!
Duke: *Snorts * It's not like there's anything of value in there anyway.
Ok, will you just shut-up for once in you life?
Duke: Why not? Pissing you off is so much fun.
Asshole, anyways, on with the fic!
Chapter 8
Assumed Dead?
Amaya woke up some hours later, but she refused to open her eyes, not wanting to face to reality, or the world.
'Oh god.' She groaned, fighting back tears at the thought of her best friend. 'She must hate me by now.' She opened her eyes with the decision that she couldn't hide from the world forever, and saw that there was some clothes laid out for her. She rolled out of the warm bed and threw on the pair of leather jeans, leather one-stripe tank top, and vest. She brushed out her ebony hair and threw it into a ponytail at the base of her neck, leaving two bangs to fall around her face. She noticed that she didn't have her weapons, and figured that Yami had taken them from her.
"Figures." She muttered dryly. "If I were him I wouldn't let me keep my weapons either." She walked into the small, yet comfortable living room, half expecting to see Yami crashed on the couch, but he was nowhere in sight. She heard the faint sounds of someone scuffling in the kitchen, and she followed the noise to see Yami making bacon and eggs. She almost laughed at the sight of her intimidating gang leader cooking, but she held back her sniggering and walked up to him.
"Hi." She said, trying to sound cheerful, but failed considerably. There wasn't much in her world to be cheerful about.
"It's a good thing your up." He said, dishing out the food. "I was just about to wake you up." He handed her two eggs, five strips of bacon , and two pieces of toast on a plate.
"Thanks." She said, taking a seat at the table. He nodded his welcome and took the seat across from her.
"You know." She said, munching a piece of bacon. "I really should talk to Demi."
"Who's Demi?" He asked, looking up from his plate.
"My best friend, that is, if she doesn't hate me by now, wouldn't blame her if she did." She muttered, more to herself then anyone. Yami shook his head.
"I'm sorry." He replied. "But you can't"
"Why not?"
"Because you are believed to be dead." He replied, Amaya looked shocked.
"What?"
"A guess that after you left, your mother phoned the police." He replied, Amaya wasn't surprised at that. "And they found your backpack covered with blood, they assumed you were dead." She slumped in her chair. "And it's best, for someone assumed dead, to keep out of sight."
"So how am I going to tell Demi that I'm ok?" She whispered. She knew how Demi must fell at the moment, I was quite simple really, like hell. She knew that if her best friend had commented suicide, that she would feel like dying. Yami looked thoughtful for a minute.
"Where does she live?"
"36 Caine street." She looked up. "Why?"
"Because I can bring her here and you can talk to her." He replied, a slight smile on his face, and Amaya's eyes brightened.
"Really?" She asked, fighting to sudden urge to glomp him. He nodded. "Thank you."
"Anyways, if I'm going to get there, I should get going now." He said, taking his empty plate and setting it in the sink.
"Demi doesn't wake up till about noon." Amaya said. "She won't be up yet."
"Yes she will." He replied. "It's almost 1:00."
"WHAT!" Amaya yelled. "How long was I out! I never sleep this late!" Yami chuckled at the girl's distress. He decided against making a witty remark, and headed for the door instead.
"Stay here." Yami said, looking back at the sable haired teen. A mischievous smile flickered on his face. "You can a nap if you wish."
"Ya right." She said, rolling her eyes. "I think I've slept long enough for today."
"I'll see you later." And with that, he set out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Demi sat in her room, seemingly oblivious to the two streams of hot tears that coursed down her cheeks. She had watched the news and heard about what they had said about her friend. She didn't want to believe it, not her Amaya, her Amaya wasn't gone. She couldn't be, she couldn't be dead, not after the fight they had, she didn't get to say that she was sorry, she didn't get to tell her how much her friend meant to her. She was at home, and was going to call her any minute. Even though she didn't believe it, she glanced at the phone anyway. Of course, it didn't ring, instead there was a knock on the door. Jeering from her thoughts, she slowly went to answer it.
There stood a man of about 22-23 with tri-colored hair.
"Demi?" He asked, unsure if it was her or not.
"Ya." She replied slowly.
"I want you to come with me." He replied, she took a step back.
"Why?" She was leery of this stranger, and wasn't about to go anywhere with him. He noticed this and tried again.
"Please." He said, his voice was calm and soothing. "Amaya wants to talk to you." Demi did a double take.
"Amaya's dead." She said, choking back the tears. Yami shook his head.
"No she's not." He said. "Come with me."
Demi was unsure, but the desire to believe what he said overpowered her.
"Alright." She said, walking towards him and closing the door behind her. "Let's go."
A/N:
Short chapter I know, but the next one will be longer I promise. And don't worry, the other characters, Joey, Mai, Tea, Tristan, Duke, Seto, and Serenity will be in the fic also. Actually I already introduced Kaiba, he was the guy that Amaya bumped into in chapter 5. Don't worry, he's coming back, I have big plans for him and Demi, anyone want to guess what it is?
Duke: It's pretty obvious isn't it? There -
*Runs over quickly and covers his mouth.* Heehee, just ignore him!
Duke: Mpph! Geff me!
*Uncovers his mouth* Anyways, please R&R!