Disclaimer: Still don't Yu-Gi-Oh, but hey, I can still dream about it!
A/N: Well, here's the next chapter and my Fires-Destruction is STILL holding my sketch book captive! Nasty little bitch! Lol!
Duke: *Smirks*
What are you smirking about? It's always a bad sign when your smirking!
Duke: *Whistles innocently then gets a devilish look* You'll find out.
I'm keeping my eye on you ...... Anyway on with the fic!
Chapter 9
We'll Be There
Amaya sat on Yami's bed, drifting off into space as she always did when she had a flashback. She had been getting them ever since her suicide attempt, which hadn't been very long, but she still hated the damned things.
She had had a dream about her past the previous night, but it had faded -she felt- before it should have. Almost as if someone had done something to make it stop. She had instantly cast the idea away, thinking herself foolish. The only one that had been there had been Yami.
She half-hoped that it was Yami that aided her in the night, but she knew that the whole idea was foolish. She could sense the kind of person he was, and although he wasn't cold, he wasn't the friendliest person she had ever met.
Think of us, and we'll be there
In your heart forever
She did like playing with the idea though, of being with him, of having some that loved her, and didn't just want to fuck her. Like Jae had. She pushed the memory away and forced herself to think about something different, and again her mind landed on the mysterious man that saved her from succeeding in ending her life.
She wondered what it would be like, to have someone like him love her. She knew somehow, that when Yami -if her ever did- fell in love with someone, that he wouldn't betray them, or hurt them. Yes, she wondered what it would be like to have a man actually love her. And she blushed ever so slightly at the image of Yami holding her to his rock hard body.
She quickly forced the image down. She liked him yes, but he was way out of her league.
'The chance I have with him.' She thought bitterly. 'Is about a snowballs chance in hell.' From inside the living room she heard a door close, jolting her almost rudely out of her reverie.
Sometimes when your unsure,
Sometimes when your afraid,
"She's in there." She heard Yami's voice say, and within an minute a confused, yet hopeful looking Demi stood. The minute her eyes laid sight on the raven haired girl she flew across the room and glomped her.
"Amaya! Amaya! Your alive!" She cried, half laughing, half crying. She pulled back and whacked her upside the head. "Don't you ever die on me got it!"
Amaya nodded, rubbing the spot where Demi had hit her a little harder then what was necessary. Then Demi, getting past the happier-than-fuckin'-hell stage began getting mad.
At times it's hard to live,
With the choices you have made,
"Why didn't you call me!" She cried. "I have the spent the last 24 hours balling me eyes out and thinking about the last time that I saw you, we had a fight!" She stopped for breath, and continued. "And you couldn't call me to tell your alive?" She whacked Amaya again.
"Ow!" She said, again rubbing her head. "I would've but everyone thinks I'm dead." Amaya explained to her rapidly mood-swinging friend. "And I don't want anyone but you to know that I'm alive."
Turn around, and we'll be there
Always by your side,
When it's time to stand the test,
I know you'll shine above the rest,
"Why?" Demi said, but her eyes flickered to Amaya's wrists, and saw that they were slashed. "You ...." Sparkling emerald with glassy blue as the two girls held an intense gaze, finally Amaya looked away.
"You could have came to me." Demi almost whispered.
When you try to find your way,
We'll be there,
"I thought you were mad at me, I was such a bitch to you." She again felt tears welling in her eyes, but she tried to force them back. Demi reached out a grabbed her hand, holding it hers.
"I wasn't mad at you, the only thing that I mad about is that you did this to yourself." She took and breath and moved on. "Even if we did have a fight beforehand, I wouldn't have turned my back on you."
Hold out your hand,
promise to be truthful,
make us always a part of you,
Amaya reached out and hugged her friend, her friend that had done so much for her, had helped through things that she wouldn't have been able to survive on her own, and who was always there for her when she needed her most.
Tears streamed down her face as she pulled Demi closer to her. After a long moment, the two teens pulled away form each other.
"Thank you so much." She said, wiping away her tears. Demi nodded.
When it's time to stand to test,
I know you'll shine above the rest,
When you try to find your way,
We'll be there,
"Look Demi, there's something I really think I should tell you."
"What?" Demi asked, meeting her best friends ocean blue gaze. Amaya said nothing, but rolled up her sleeve, revealing her tattoo on her left shoulder. Demi's eyes widened with shock.
"Is that....?" Amaya nodded. "So that's where you went that night at the club."
"Ya." Amaya replied.
"How long have been ....."
"Only a few days." She replied, bring her sleeve back to normal. "That's how I know Yami, he's the gang's leader. " She replied, and again the image of Yami holding her came into her mind, and she blushed.
"What you blushing about?" Demi asked, putting great emphasis on the word 'you', a devilish grin on her face.
"Nothing." Amaya replied, but she only blushed deeper, knowing that she had been caught.
"Sure." Demi said in a tone of complete disbelief, then her tone dropped. "You like him don't you?"
"Like who?" She said, trying to sound innocent, but failing abysmally. Demi rolled her eyes at her friend's horrible facade of innocence.
"Yami." She replied, and Amaya blushed even deeper.
"Ah ha!" Demi called out triumphantly, pointing an accusing finger at her friend. "So you admit it!"
"Shut up!" Amaya hissed. "This isn't a very big apartment. Be quite before he hears you!" And to Amaya's great misfortune, it so happened that the very abject of three topic walked into the room.
"Uh ..... hi Yami." Amaya stuttered, trying to force down the blush that tainted her pale cheeks. "You didn't happen to hear an of our conversation, did you?" Trying to keep her voice casual.
"I actually heard quite a bit." He replied, a impish grin on his face. Amaya's heart skipped a beat. "It seems your friend here can't decide on what emotion to feel. I heard a joyful yell, and what sounded like someone hitting another person a little harder then what the situation called for."
Amaya breathed a sigh of relief, and made a silent vow that when Yami left the room, she was going to strangle Demi until she turned funky colors.
"Oh." She said, and then Yami continued. "Now what is thing that you didn't want me to hear?" Amaya's heart skipped another beat.
"N-nothing." She replied, stumbling slightly on her words. "Just, you know, girl stuff. Very interesting to a guy so um ..... ya, that's about it." She finished lamely, and Yami gave her a distinctly knowing look that had a hit of mischief.
"Well, you have your secretes, I'm going to meddle in what you want to keep private." And with that he walked out, leaving a extremely embarrassed and flustered Amaya, and an smug looking Demi behind him.
"Well, well, well, looks like he knows." She said, and Amaya buried her head in his pillows, trying her best to ignore the alluring scent that was on them.
"Shut up." She said.
"Don't freak out, I think he likes you too." She said, Amaya's head snapped up.
"Really?"
"Ya." Demi replied, testing out to make sure her suspicions were right. "In that kinda, little sister kind of a way."
"Fuck." Amaya muttered under breath and threw herself back into the erotic smell of the pillows. Demi laughed.
"I'm just kidding." She said. "I think he likes you the way you want him to." Again Amaya's head snapped up with almost comical eagerness, such that Demi had to laugh again. Then Amaya's face fell.
"What?" Demi asked, all the laughter wiped away from her face.
"I'm way out of his league." She replied, looking miserable. Demi was about to say something when they heard a knock on the door. Curious, Demi and Amaya walked out of the room to see Yami talking to Seto and the door. Upon seeing then waking up to then, he smirked.
"I see you have woman friends here." He said. "Bed warmers I suppose?"
Demi bristled, taking an instant dislike to this arrogant newcomer.
"Were not whores you bastard." She said, voicing exactly what Amaya was about to say.
"Well, what other reason what there be that your in the gang-leaders room?" He said, and Amaya fought back the urge to slap him a good one across his face.
"She happens to be in the gang, and I'm about to join." Demi said, her lime- colored eyes clashing with his murky blue ones. Amaya tried to hide her surprise at what Demi had said and worry about the mater at hand - showing up this pigheaded jerk off. Kaiba's eyes fell onto Amaya and narrowed with recognition.
"Your that girl that bumped into me." He said, his voice filled with distinct dislike of the sable-haired beauty before him.
"Well, aren't we intelligent." She shot back, her blue eyes blazing with dislike. He glared at her. She flipped him the bird.
"Yami, I'll back another time." He said, and gave a pointed glare at Amaya. "When you have your women under control." And with that, he turned heel and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Yami turned away form the door and gave Demi a dirty look.
"What?" She said defensively. "He was being an jackass!"
"Well unfortunately." He said. "If you are planning on joining this gang, as you said you were, then ill have to be roommates with him."
"I what?" Demi asked, her voice hard and disagreeable.
"You'll have to share a room with him, all the others are taken."
"Why can't I share a room with you?" She asked, a slight note of desperation in her rigid voice.
"I already have roommate." He said, giving a sly wink to Amaya, telling her that he was not at all hostile about her staying with him, and also to hint to her that he knew more of the conversation then he had let on.
"Amaya?" Demi asked, a dejected not in her voice. Then a playful grin spread across her face. "Well, she won't mind that at all." She said, stressing the last two words, causing Amaya to glare kittenish daggers at her friend.
"Fine." She replied reluctantly. "I'll stay with him."
"Don't worry." Yami said. "He isn't home most of the time."
"Good, at least I won't have a spend a lot of time with him." She sighed. "I'll have to call my Mom, tell her I'll be with Chloe from school for awhile, plus I'll have to grab some clothes from my house."
"Make sure it's black." Amaya said. "The gang wears nothing but."
"Amaya, it's me were talking about." She said. "Most of my clothes are black."
"Alright." She said. "But can you bring me my bandanna, my silver hoop earrings, and some of my make-up? I always leave one at your house." Demi rolled her eyes.
"You know I hate your hoops and make-up." She replied.
"But you'll bring 'em?" Demi again, rolled her eyes.
"Ya, I bring 'em."
"Thanks." She said, giving Demi an appreciative hug. "Your the best."
"Only when you want something." Amaya beamed.
"You know it!"
"Whatever, I'll be by later." She began walking to the door, then realized that she didn't have a ride. "Yami, could you give me a lift?" He nodded, grabbing his keys of the table and walking out the door.
"Stay here." He said to Amaya. "I'll be back in a while." Amaya nodded.
"See ya later."
A./N:
Well, there it is! Told ya that this chapter would be longer, and here it is! A little over five pages! The next chapter will be pretty humorous, although Kaiba will be a little OOC but just remember it's all for the sake of humor. Anyways, I know this is getting boring but, as always please R&R!
A/N: Well, here's the next chapter and my Fires-Destruction is STILL holding my sketch book captive! Nasty little bitch! Lol!
Duke: *Smirks*
What are you smirking about? It's always a bad sign when your smirking!
Duke: *Whistles innocently then gets a devilish look* You'll find out.
I'm keeping my eye on you ...... Anyway on with the fic!
Chapter 9
We'll Be There
Amaya sat on Yami's bed, drifting off into space as she always did when she had a flashback. She had been getting them ever since her suicide attempt, which hadn't been very long, but she still hated the damned things.
She had had a dream about her past the previous night, but it had faded -she felt- before it should have. Almost as if someone had done something to make it stop. She had instantly cast the idea away, thinking herself foolish. The only one that had been there had been Yami.
She half-hoped that it was Yami that aided her in the night, but she knew that the whole idea was foolish. She could sense the kind of person he was, and although he wasn't cold, he wasn't the friendliest person she had ever met.
Think of us, and we'll be there
In your heart forever
She did like playing with the idea though, of being with him, of having some that loved her, and didn't just want to fuck her. Like Jae had. She pushed the memory away and forced herself to think about something different, and again her mind landed on the mysterious man that saved her from succeeding in ending her life.
She wondered what it would be like, to have someone like him love her. She knew somehow, that when Yami -if her ever did- fell in love with someone, that he wouldn't betray them, or hurt them. Yes, she wondered what it would be like to have a man actually love her. And she blushed ever so slightly at the image of Yami holding her to his rock hard body.
She quickly forced the image down. She liked him yes, but he was way out of her league.
'The chance I have with him.' She thought bitterly. 'Is about a snowballs chance in hell.' From inside the living room she heard a door close, jolting her almost rudely out of her reverie.
Sometimes when your unsure,
Sometimes when your afraid,
"She's in there." She heard Yami's voice say, and within an minute a confused, yet hopeful looking Demi stood. The minute her eyes laid sight on the raven haired girl she flew across the room and glomped her.
"Amaya! Amaya! Your alive!" She cried, half laughing, half crying. She pulled back and whacked her upside the head. "Don't you ever die on me got it!"
Amaya nodded, rubbing the spot where Demi had hit her a little harder then what was necessary. Then Demi, getting past the happier-than-fuckin'-hell stage began getting mad.
At times it's hard to live,
With the choices you have made,
"Why didn't you call me!" She cried. "I have the spent the last 24 hours balling me eyes out and thinking about the last time that I saw you, we had a fight!" She stopped for breath, and continued. "And you couldn't call me to tell your alive?" She whacked Amaya again.
"Ow!" She said, again rubbing her head. "I would've but everyone thinks I'm dead." Amaya explained to her rapidly mood-swinging friend. "And I don't want anyone but you to know that I'm alive."
Turn around, and we'll be there
Always by your side,
When it's time to stand the test,
I know you'll shine above the rest,
"Why?" Demi said, but her eyes flickered to Amaya's wrists, and saw that they were slashed. "You ...." Sparkling emerald with glassy blue as the two girls held an intense gaze, finally Amaya looked away.
"You could have came to me." Demi almost whispered.
When you try to find your way,
We'll be there,
"I thought you were mad at me, I was such a bitch to you." She again felt tears welling in her eyes, but she tried to force them back. Demi reached out a grabbed her hand, holding it hers.
"I wasn't mad at you, the only thing that I mad about is that you did this to yourself." She took and breath and moved on. "Even if we did have a fight beforehand, I wouldn't have turned my back on you."
Hold out your hand,
promise to be truthful,
make us always a part of you,
Amaya reached out and hugged her friend, her friend that had done so much for her, had helped through things that she wouldn't have been able to survive on her own, and who was always there for her when she needed her most.
Tears streamed down her face as she pulled Demi closer to her. After a long moment, the two teens pulled away form each other.
"Thank you so much." She said, wiping away her tears. Demi nodded.
When it's time to stand to test,
I know you'll shine above the rest,
When you try to find your way,
We'll be there,
"Look Demi, there's something I really think I should tell you."
"What?" Demi asked, meeting her best friends ocean blue gaze. Amaya said nothing, but rolled up her sleeve, revealing her tattoo on her left shoulder. Demi's eyes widened with shock.
"Is that....?" Amaya nodded. "So that's where you went that night at the club."
"Ya." Amaya replied.
"How long have been ....."
"Only a few days." She replied, bring her sleeve back to normal. "That's how I know Yami, he's the gang's leader. " She replied, and again the image of Yami holding her came into her mind, and she blushed.
"What you blushing about?" Demi asked, putting great emphasis on the word 'you', a devilish grin on her face.
"Nothing." Amaya replied, but she only blushed deeper, knowing that she had been caught.
"Sure." Demi said in a tone of complete disbelief, then her tone dropped. "You like him don't you?"
"Like who?" She said, trying to sound innocent, but failing abysmally. Demi rolled her eyes at her friend's horrible facade of innocence.
"Yami." She replied, and Amaya blushed even deeper.
"Ah ha!" Demi called out triumphantly, pointing an accusing finger at her friend. "So you admit it!"
"Shut up!" Amaya hissed. "This isn't a very big apartment. Be quite before he hears you!" And to Amaya's great misfortune, it so happened that the very abject of three topic walked into the room.
"Uh ..... hi Yami." Amaya stuttered, trying to force down the blush that tainted her pale cheeks. "You didn't happen to hear an of our conversation, did you?" Trying to keep her voice casual.
"I actually heard quite a bit." He replied, a impish grin on his face. Amaya's heart skipped a beat. "It seems your friend here can't decide on what emotion to feel. I heard a joyful yell, and what sounded like someone hitting another person a little harder then what the situation called for."
Amaya breathed a sigh of relief, and made a silent vow that when Yami left the room, she was going to strangle Demi until she turned funky colors.
"Oh." She said, and then Yami continued. "Now what is thing that you didn't want me to hear?" Amaya's heart skipped another beat.
"N-nothing." She replied, stumbling slightly on her words. "Just, you know, girl stuff. Very interesting to a guy so um ..... ya, that's about it." She finished lamely, and Yami gave her a distinctly knowing look that had a hit of mischief.
"Well, you have your secretes, I'm going to meddle in what you want to keep private." And with that he walked out, leaving a extremely embarrassed and flustered Amaya, and an smug looking Demi behind him.
"Well, well, well, looks like he knows." She said, and Amaya buried her head in his pillows, trying her best to ignore the alluring scent that was on them.
"Shut up." She said.
"Don't freak out, I think he likes you too." She said, Amaya's head snapped up.
"Really?"
"Ya." Demi replied, testing out to make sure her suspicions were right. "In that kinda, little sister kind of a way."
"Fuck." Amaya muttered under breath and threw herself back into the erotic smell of the pillows. Demi laughed.
"I'm just kidding." She said. "I think he likes you the way you want him to." Again Amaya's head snapped up with almost comical eagerness, such that Demi had to laugh again. Then Amaya's face fell.
"What?" Demi asked, all the laughter wiped away from her face.
"I'm way out of his league." She replied, looking miserable. Demi was about to say something when they heard a knock on the door. Curious, Demi and Amaya walked out of the room to see Yami talking to Seto and the door. Upon seeing then waking up to then, he smirked.
"I see you have woman friends here." He said. "Bed warmers I suppose?"
Demi bristled, taking an instant dislike to this arrogant newcomer.
"Were not whores you bastard." She said, voicing exactly what Amaya was about to say.
"Well, what other reason what there be that your in the gang-leaders room?" He said, and Amaya fought back the urge to slap him a good one across his face.
"She happens to be in the gang, and I'm about to join." Demi said, her lime- colored eyes clashing with his murky blue ones. Amaya tried to hide her surprise at what Demi had said and worry about the mater at hand - showing up this pigheaded jerk off. Kaiba's eyes fell onto Amaya and narrowed with recognition.
"Your that girl that bumped into me." He said, his voice filled with distinct dislike of the sable-haired beauty before him.
"Well, aren't we intelligent." She shot back, her blue eyes blazing with dislike. He glared at her. She flipped him the bird.
"Yami, I'll back another time." He said, and gave a pointed glare at Amaya. "When you have your women under control." And with that, he turned heel and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Yami turned away form the door and gave Demi a dirty look.
"What?" She said defensively. "He was being an jackass!"
"Well unfortunately." He said. "If you are planning on joining this gang, as you said you were, then ill have to be roommates with him."
"I what?" Demi asked, her voice hard and disagreeable.
"You'll have to share a room with him, all the others are taken."
"Why can't I share a room with you?" She asked, a slight note of desperation in her rigid voice.
"I already have roommate." He said, giving a sly wink to Amaya, telling her that he was not at all hostile about her staying with him, and also to hint to her that he knew more of the conversation then he had let on.
"Amaya?" Demi asked, a dejected not in her voice. Then a playful grin spread across her face. "Well, she won't mind that at all." She said, stressing the last two words, causing Amaya to glare kittenish daggers at her friend.
"Fine." She replied reluctantly. "I'll stay with him."
"Don't worry." Yami said. "He isn't home most of the time."
"Good, at least I won't have a spend a lot of time with him." She sighed. "I'll have to call my Mom, tell her I'll be with Chloe from school for awhile, plus I'll have to grab some clothes from my house."
"Make sure it's black." Amaya said. "The gang wears nothing but."
"Amaya, it's me were talking about." She said. "Most of my clothes are black."
"Alright." She said. "But can you bring me my bandanna, my silver hoop earrings, and some of my make-up? I always leave one at your house." Demi rolled her eyes.
"You know I hate your hoops and make-up." She replied.
"But you'll bring 'em?" Demi again, rolled her eyes.
"Ya, I bring 'em."
"Thanks." She said, giving Demi an appreciative hug. "Your the best."
"Only when you want something." Amaya beamed.
"You know it!"
"Whatever, I'll be by later." She began walking to the door, then realized that she didn't have a ride. "Yami, could you give me a lift?" He nodded, grabbing his keys of the table and walking out the door.
"Stay here." He said to Amaya. "I'll be back in a while." Amaya nodded.
"See ya later."
A./N:
Well, there it is! Told ya that this chapter would be longer, and here it is! A little over five pages! The next chapter will be pretty humorous, although Kaiba will be a little OOC but just remember it's all for the sake of humor. Anyways, I know this is getting boring but, as always please R&R!