Disclaimer: Don't own Yu-Gi-Oh, but I do own this story, and my OC's!
A/N: Alight, last chapter I said that I would have humor to do with Kaiba in this chapter, but I just remembered that I had wanted to do something else for this chapter, but I promise it will be in the next chapter! K? Another thing, I'll warn you is that Demi plays music really loud in the car, as poor Yami will soon find out!
Duke: Ya little bitch, she almost blew out my eardrum!
Well, if you hadn't been trying to pick her up, it never would have happened!
Duke: *Grumble*
Anyways, on with the fic!
Chapter 10
Getting the Supplies
Yami closed the door behind him and lead Demi to his car. A black Sports Car that looked new, and very expensive.
"Wow!" Demi said, hoping into the drivers seat. "I didn't know your car was so kick ass! Can I drive it?!" He shook his head.
"Please!" She begged, putting on her best pouty face. Again he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, but I'm the only one who drives this car."
"You suck." She said, reluctantly sliding into the passenger's seat and instantly opening his glove box and began looking through it as Yami fired up the engine.
"Eureka!" She said, pulling out a little leather C.D. holder. She flipped through it, the odd look that Yami gave her went completely unnoticed as pulled out Linkin Park- Hybird Theory.
"Mind if I put this on?" She asked, she loved Linkin Park, and so did Amaya, but she wasn't in the car to help cast a vote if Yami said no.
"I don't mind." He replied, turning a corner.
"Alright!" Demi said, popping it in, the music began blaring suddenly at full volume, causing Yami to jump considerably. "Nice sound system." She screamed over the music she bopped her head to the music. Yami continued driving, a little unsettled by the sudden blast of rock and roll that was currently pounding through his sound system at top volume.
He had never met someone as outgoing an direct as her, not to mention who wouldn't go deaf listening to music at the magnitude that she was right now.
They reached her house and she hopped out.
"Stay here for a sec." She said, and ran into her house, returning some twenty-five minutes later with her backpack full of clothes and other assorted junk.
"Sorry I took so long." She said. "My mom wanted to know why I suddenly wanted to start looking for an apartment, I told her that I was sick of my brother and wanted to move out."
"Understandable." He said, pulling out the driveway and heading back to the apartment. A silence followed, the only sound was the music which Yami - in a feeble attempt to save was left of his hearing- had turned down.
"You know, Amaya likes you." She said, breaking the silence. She didn't really know why she had said that. For the hell of it, she supposed.
"I already know." He said, his eyes gleaming with a sense of almost adolescent mischief.
"How the hell did you figure that out?" She asked, and a slight smile tugged at his mouth as he took his eyes off the road momentarily to look the ebony and lime haired girl.
"I heard more of that conversation then you know." He said, the devilish gleam still in his eyes, and Demi grinned back.
"Oh your good man." She said. "Real good."
They pulled up in the parking lot of the building and Demi was first to hop out, heaving her backpack out behind her, she staggered a little under it's weight.
"Need help?" Yami asked as Demi steadied herself.
"Nope, just point which way to go." She said, and Yami looked at her strangely.
'She certainly is an individual that one.' He thought, and a slight smile played on his features. 'She and Kaiba will be getting along great.'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Amaya busied herself in the kitchen, trying to decide what to make for lunch, when the door opened and the Yami stepped in, followed by a barely visible Demi.
"Your staying here for a few days." Amaya said, laughing at the sight of her friend. "Your not moving in yet!"
"Ya, well, I brought one of your sketch books that you left at my house." She said, tossing it to her along with some of her clothes and her bandanna.
"Thanks." She said, instantly beginning to tie on her beloved black kerchief.
"And here's your stupid hoops." She said, giving the silver earrings a disgusted look before throwing them to Amaya. Amaya began putting them on when Yami walked into the room, holding what looked like a wad of cash.
"Here." He said, throwing half casually to Amaya, and the other to Demi. "There's a mall over on the other side of town. Amaya I want you to take one of my cars, and get Demi the proper things for our dress code.." He said. "You know, clothes, leather trench coats, chains. Don't worry about weapons, I'll provide those." Amaya nodded as he handed her a set of keys.
"Sure." She said.
"You can by some things for yourself too, you each have five hundred dollars there, it should get you what you need." He said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one.
"Hey uh ......" Amaya faltered, she wanted to ask him for a smoke, but she was a year underage. 'Hell with it.' She though. 'I'm eighteen.'
"Yes." He asked.
"Can I get a smoke of you, I haven't had in one in two days."
"Yes." He said, handing on to her, along with his lighter.
"Thanks." She said, handing it back and taking a puff of her smoke. "Well, we better get going."
"Hey!" Demi added, walking towards the door. "You said that your the only one who drives your car!"
"I am the only one who drives the Spots Car." He corrected. "Amaya can drive the Sunfire."
Demi pouted and walked out of the door, Amaya behind her.
"One more thing Amaya." He said, She looked back. "Stay low, don't be seen by unwanted eyes."
She nodded.
"I'll be careful." And with that she was out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Oooh, look at this." Amaya said, holding up a black and spiked choker. Demi nodded.
"Ya, I like it." She said. "But I wouldn't wear it."
"I'm going to wear it on my neck." She said. "I'm planning on wrapping it around my ponytail so that it looks like a elastic." She dropped it into her shopping cart and ran over to a shirt that caught her eye. It was black, of course, and it had little flat metal beads that said 'BAD' Across it. She picked it out, put it into her shopping cart and walked over to pick out a pair of leather pants.
They walked over the mall for a while, picking out things here and there, they stopped for lunch at a pizza place afterwards, and began making there way back to car, with money to spare.
"I still can't see why you get to drive the car and I don't." Demi complained for what seemed think the millionth time that day.
"I don't know, probably cause I've been the gang longer." She said, Demi grinned.
"Or maybe it's because he likes you." She said, a impish glint in her emerald eyes.
"Psh." Amaya said, starting the car and backing onto the road.
"I told him like him." Demi said, and instantly regretted saying those words as Amaya pulled over and slammed the breaks.
"You what?" She said, in a voice of very forced calm. Demi laughed nervously.
"He already knew though." She said, trying desperately to save her ass. "He heard what we were saying."
Amaya groaned and rested her head on the steering wheel.
"Great. Now I look like a complete dumbass." She moaned, and Demi playfully punched her arm.
"Ow." She said, rubbing her shoulder where Demi had assaulted her. "That hurt."
"No shit Sherlock." Demi said, then grinned again. "Chill out, I think he likes you too." She said. "He's the one that found you and brought you back to his place, isn't he?" Amaya weighed what Demi had said for a minute.
"True." She answered slowly. "And he did talk to me when I woke up."
"Exactly." Demi said, but inside her head she was making other plans. 'This is the perfect time to play matchmaker.' And grinned, her sinister look gone unnoticed by Amaya who had began driving again.
A/N:
Alright, pretty dull chapter, but things are going to pick up in the next chapter, hopefully. Anyway, Demi and Kaiba have to spend one entire night in the same house! What happens when you put two pigheaded, stubborn, and egotistical teens in one room together? Chaos and no sleep for whoever is on that floor! Anyways, please R&R!
A/N: Alight, last chapter I said that I would have humor to do with Kaiba in this chapter, but I just remembered that I had wanted to do something else for this chapter, but I promise it will be in the next chapter! K? Another thing, I'll warn you is that Demi plays music really loud in the car, as poor Yami will soon find out!
Duke: Ya little bitch, she almost blew out my eardrum!
Well, if you hadn't been trying to pick her up, it never would have happened!
Duke: *Grumble*
Anyways, on with the fic!
Chapter 10
Getting the Supplies
Yami closed the door behind him and lead Demi to his car. A black Sports Car that looked new, and very expensive.
"Wow!" Demi said, hoping into the drivers seat. "I didn't know your car was so kick ass! Can I drive it?!" He shook his head.
"Please!" She begged, putting on her best pouty face. Again he shook his head.
"I'm sorry, but I'm the only one who drives this car."
"You suck." She said, reluctantly sliding into the passenger's seat and instantly opening his glove box and began looking through it as Yami fired up the engine.
"Eureka!" She said, pulling out a little leather C.D. holder. She flipped through it, the odd look that Yami gave her went completely unnoticed as pulled out Linkin Park- Hybird Theory.
"Mind if I put this on?" She asked, she loved Linkin Park, and so did Amaya, but she wasn't in the car to help cast a vote if Yami said no.
"I don't mind." He replied, turning a corner.
"Alright!" Demi said, popping it in, the music began blaring suddenly at full volume, causing Yami to jump considerably. "Nice sound system." She screamed over the music she bopped her head to the music. Yami continued driving, a little unsettled by the sudden blast of rock and roll that was currently pounding through his sound system at top volume.
He had never met someone as outgoing an direct as her, not to mention who wouldn't go deaf listening to music at the magnitude that she was right now.
They reached her house and she hopped out.
"Stay here for a sec." She said, and ran into her house, returning some twenty-five minutes later with her backpack full of clothes and other assorted junk.
"Sorry I took so long." She said. "My mom wanted to know why I suddenly wanted to start looking for an apartment, I told her that I was sick of my brother and wanted to move out."
"Understandable." He said, pulling out the driveway and heading back to the apartment. A silence followed, the only sound was the music which Yami - in a feeble attempt to save was left of his hearing- had turned down.
"You know, Amaya likes you." She said, breaking the silence. She didn't really know why she had said that. For the hell of it, she supposed.
"I already know." He said, his eyes gleaming with a sense of almost adolescent mischief.
"How the hell did you figure that out?" She asked, and a slight smile tugged at his mouth as he took his eyes off the road momentarily to look the ebony and lime haired girl.
"I heard more of that conversation then you know." He said, the devilish gleam still in his eyes, and Demi grinned back.
"Oh your good man." She said. "Real good."
They pulled up in the parking lot of the building and Demi was first to hop out, heaving her backpack out behind her, she staggered a little under it's weight.
"Need help?" Yami asked as Demi steadied herself.
"Nope, just point which way to go." She said, and Yami looked at her strangely.
'She certainly is an individual that one.' He thought, and a slight smile played on his features. 'She and Kaiba will be getting along great.'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Amaya busied herself in the kitchen, trying to decide what to make for lunch, when the door opened and the Yami stepped in, followed by a barely visible Demi.
"Your staying here for a few days." Amaya said, laughing at the sight of her friend. "Your not moving in yet!"
"Ya, well, I brought one of your sketch books that you left at my house." She said, tossing it to her along with some of her clothes and her bandanna.
"Thanks." She said, instantly beginning to tie on her beloved black kerchief.
"And here's your stupid hoops." She said, giving the silver earrings a disgusted look before throwing them to Amaya. Amaya began putting them on when Yami walked into the room, holding what looked like a wad of cash.
"Here." He said, throwing half casually to Amaya, and the other to Demi. "There's a mall over on the other side of town. Amaya I want you to take one of my cars, and get Demi the proper things for our dress code.." He said. "You know, clothes, leather trench coats, chains. Don't worry about weapons, I'll provide those." Amaya nodded as he handed her a set of keys.
"Sure." She said.
"You can by some things for yourself too, you each have five hundred dollars there, it should get you what you need." He said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one.
"Hey uh ......" Amaya faltered, she wanted to ask him for a smoke, but she was a year underage. 'Hell with it.' She though. 'I'm eighteen.'
"Yes." He asked.
"Can I get a smoke of you, I haven't had in one in two days."
"Yes." He said, handing on to her, along with his lighter.
"Thanks." She said, handing it back and taking a puff of her smoke. "Well, we better get going."
"Hey!" Demi added, walking towards the door. "You said that your the only one who drives your car!"
"I am the only one who drives the Spots Car." He corrected. "Amaya can drive the Sunfire."
Demi pouted and walked out of the door, Amaya behind her.
"One more thing Amaya." He said, She looked back. "Stay low, don't be seen by unwanted eyes."
She nodded.
"I'll be careful." And with that she was out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Oooh, look at this." Amaya said, holding up a black and spiked choker. Demi nodded.
"Ya, I like it." She said. "But I wouldn't wear it."
"I'm going to wear it on my neck." She said. "I'm planning on wrapping it around my ponytail so that it looks like a elastic." She dropped it into her shopping cart and ran over to a shirt that caught her eye. It was black, of course, and it had little flat metal beads that said 'BAD' Across it. She picked it out, put it into her shopping cart and walked over to pick out a pair of leather pants.
They walked over the mall for a while, picking out things here and there, they stopped for lunch at a pizza place afterwards, and began making there way back to car, with money to spare.
"I still can't see why you get to drive the car and I don't." Demi complained for what seemed think the millionth time that day.
"I don't know, probably cause I've been the gang longer." She said, Demi grinned.
"Or maybe it's because he likes you." She said, a impish glint in her emerald eyes.
"Psh." Amaya said, starting the car and backing onto the road.
"I told him like him." Demi said, and instantly regretted saying those words as Amaya pulled over and slammed the breaks.
"You what?" She said, in a voice of very forced calm. Demi laughed nervously.
"He already knew though." She said, trying desperately to save her ass. "He heard what we were saying."
Amaya groaned and rested her head on the steering wheel.
"Great. Now I look like a complete dumbass." She moaned, and Demi playfully punched her arm.
"Ow." She said, rubbing her shoulder where Demi had assaulted her. "That hurt."
"No shit Sherlock." Demi said, then grinned again. "Chill out, I think he likes you too." She said. "He's the one that found you and brought you back to his place, isn't he?" Amaya weighed what Demi had said for a minute.
"True." She answered slowly. "And he did talk to me when I woke up."
"Exactly." Demi said, but inside her head she was making other plans. 'This is the perfect time to play matchmaker.' And grinned, her sinister look gone unnoticed by Amaya who had began driving again.
A/N:
Alright, pretty dull chapter, but things are going to pick up in the next chapter, hopefully. Anyway, Demi and Kaiba have to spend one entire night in the same house! What happens when you put two pigheaded, stubborn, and egotistical teens in one room together? Chaos and no sleep for whoever is on that floor! Anyways, please R&R!