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I do own my characters and this fic.
A/N: Okay, this chapter starts to get serious again, and there's a fight scene so I hope you like it. Anyway, I'm introducing a new character in this chapter, and I actually really like her despite her serious mental issues. And also, I bit of romance between Amaya and Yami! Anyway, hope you like this chapter.
Chapter 13
Lakoa, and A Whispered Angel
Merrick sat at his desk, his lavender eyes fixed coldly on the door. He was pissed. Very pissed. First off, they still hadn't managed to find Yami's club hiding place, and secondly they were gaining more members, putting himself at a disadvantage.
According to some valuable information, he had a new member that joined just days ago. A female, by the name of Demi Martan, as well as the girl who was assumed dead, Amaya.
He laughed dryly at the though of Yami's new bitch-to-be and how much it would piss him off if he fucked her. Ya, that was a surefire to piss the little bastard off, but first he wanted to have some fun. He slammed a button on the intercom on his desk.
"Get me Lakoa, now!" There was a muffled 'Yes Merrick' from the other line and a few moments later a girl of about 20 or so with navy hair that brushed her shoulders and stunning green eyes that betrayed none of the insanity behind them. She was dressed in all red, that being the gang's color, the color of blood. She was happy with the colors, she liked blood.
"Yes Merrick?" She said, her eyes carrying a vague curiosity of why he had called her, then shrugged. She was second in command, it probably had something to do with that.
"I have a mission for you." He said, the white hair that fell into his eyes only adding to the manic glint in his eyes. He reached into a drawer and trough a picture at her with a careless flick of his wrists.
She caught it and peered into the face of a girl with black hair, green highlights, and green eyes similar to her own.
"Her name is Demi Martan, she attends a highschool not to far from here." He said, and she nodded in understanding before he continued. "I want you to pose as a student there, you know what to do from there."
"Yes Merrick." She said, and made for the door.
"And stop by my room tonight, I have something for you." She looked back and gave him a small wink before she left. She would be going to his room tonight, but not because he had something for her. She knew what that was a code for, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Tonight would be a good night for them both.
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Amaya sat on the edge of Yami's bed, taking her hair down from it's ponytail so that her silken hair cascaded down to her waist.
'It's amazing.' Amaya thought as she brushed her raven tresses. 'How right it feels being here.' And it was true. She felt, safe, she supposed here. She didn't have to worry about her mother's verbal, and sometimes physical abuse, and she didn't have to stand her schoolmate's jeers and hatred. It was a great feeling to her, a sense of home, and acceptance that was almost alien to her.
"May I come in?" I voice said from the door, shaking her out of reverie.
"Sure, it's your room." She said, setting the brush down. Yami looked at her, she was beautiful with her hair loose and framing her face, he tore his eyes away and looked up.
"Just came to say goodnight." He said, standing up and heading for the door when Amaya stopped him.
"Wait ...... stay." She said, and turned around, raising a questioning eyebrow. Was she asking what he thought? "You can sleep in your own bed, I'll take the couch." Yami felt a slight pang of disappointment, for a moment he had thought ......
'Don't you dare.' He mentally kicked himself. 'She's far to pure for that.' He shook his head slightly.
"It's alright." He said. "If anything, we could both fit, but that wouldn't be right."
"No, I don't mind really." She said, and she wasn't sure why she was so instant. 'Because I don't want to impose.' She told herself. 'Not because I think he's most likely the finest thing in the world.... NO! It's because of imposing, imposing is bad!' Yami considered the offer, and agreed.
"Alright." He said, slipping into bed beside her. She smiled at him, showing him that she wasn't uncomfortable with it, and rested her head on the pillow. When he was sure she was asleep, he leaned over to speak softly in her ear.
"Don't tempt me further, angel." He said. "I don't want to the ruin the only thing of innocence you may possess." He rolled over and rested his head on the pillow, but sleep did come for a long time.
He wondered why he felt so much for her, and why he had suddenly taken on the job of protecting her. A bond, he assumed. There is always with two people once they had saved a life, and that is why he assumed he had whispered those words into her ear, and why she looked angelic and pure to him.
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"Oh my God, turn that thing off!" Demi moaned, rolling around dramatically in Seto's bed as the alarm clock continued to beep in the most annoying of manners. "For fuck sake's, it's 6:30 in the morning! I never even knew that people could physically get up this early. Seto would have rolled his eyes at her over dramatic show of not wanting to get early if was into such childish ways of showing annoyance.
Had she been someone that Yami didn't really care about, he would have personally ripped out her vocal cords long ago, but he knew Yami wouldn't be very pleased with him. He decided he could compromise by insulting her.
"For Christ sake's, shut the hell up." He grunted, and mentally chuckled as she started yelling at him. He had discovered, in the last two nights that he had brutally forced to spend with the little spitfire, that she was one of the most enjoyable things to annoy.
Sure, she would yell, scream, threaten to rid him of his manhood slowly and painfully, hell, she had even threatened to bite it once after he had made a joke about her. But he knew, just as well as she did, that the words held neither truth nor intent. If truth be told, he actually liked arguing with her. He loved to piss her off and, although he would NEVER admit it, she actually looked kinda cute when she was mad. He paused long enough to catch a few words from the tirade that was spilling from her mouth.
"Bastard ...... asshole ....... Mofo." He chuckled darkly and turned back to her.
"I suggest you get some strength, and that your you can back up your threats to kick my ass."
"And just WHAT the HELL is that supposed to mean?" He smirked, his ice blue eyes carrying a little of his amusement.
"I mean, I get to test you tonight." He said. "You might have a chance to kick my ass and get away with it - if you can." And with that he was gone, leaving a very perplexed Demi behind him.
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Amaya stretched luxuriously in bed and curled up the warmest thing to her - which just happened to be Yami. Her eyes bolted open and she, blushing furiously, scuttled away from him, only to receive a chuckle from the wide awake Yami.
"Sorry, I-I- just felt that you were warm and -"But she was saved the trouble of explaining but Yami's next words.
"It's alright, you can stay there if you want to, I don't mind." He gave a small, almost invisible smile, only causing her to blush more.
"Uh .... Ok." She scooted back over to him and laid beside him, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but enjoying it all the same. Yami looked down at her, and smiled slightly. The events of the previous night were not forgotten, but for now, it was best to pretend that they had never existed at all, be was enjoying her company all the same. Enjoying it, that was until Demi poked her head in the door.
"Oh." She said, backing up. "I'm sorry, I came at a bad time, I'll come back later." Amaya bust out laughing and Yami chuckled darkly.
"Demi, it's not THAT, geez, this isn't a brothel you know." Demi breathed a silent breath of relief, but at the same was a little disappointed. She could have really had fun bugging Amaya about it.
"Alright, just making sure." She said, stepping back into the room and plopping herself down at the foot of the bed. "With you, you never know." Amaya gave her the finger, and Demi as always, returned it. Then her mind went back to why she was in here. Seto friggin' Kaiba, that little jackass.
"Kaiba's an asshole." She stated and proceeded to tell them what happened precisely an hour ago. Amaya looked up at her when she as finished, a look on her face that just screamed I-know-something-you-don't-ha-ha-ha. "What is it?"
"It's just that it doesn't surprise me that he said that." She said. "After all, he's testing you tonight." Demi only raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Huh?" Amaya then proceeded to tell Demi what the testing was all about.
"Yes." Demi said, cracking her knuckles. "I'm going to enjoy pounding that little bastards face in."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Amaya said, knowing just how to push Demi's over- sensitive buttons. "He' s second in command."
"I don't give a shit." Demi said, getting up. "I'm still gonna kick his ass." And with that, she left to continue with her much desired sleep.
"Is she always that violent?" Yami asked once she was gone, and Amaya burst into laughter.
"Ooooo ya, that's Demi for ya."
"My, this gang is in trouble." Amaya only laughed in response. He didn't know how close to the truth he was.
A/N:
Ok, hope you liked the chapter. Please R&R!
A/N: Okay, this chapter starts to get serious again, and there's a fight scene so I hope you like it. Anyway, I'm introducing a new character in this chapter, and I actually really like her despite her serious mental issues. And also, I bit of romance between Amaya and Yami! Anyway, hope you like this chapter.
Chapter 13
Lakoa, and A Whispered Angel
Merrick sat at his desk, his lavender eyes fixed coldly on the door. He was pissed. Very pissed. First off, they still hadn't managed to find Yami's club hiding place, and secondly they were gaining more members, putting himself at a disadvantage.
According to some valuable information, he had a new member that joined just days ago. A female, by the name of Demi Martan, as well as the girl who was assumed dead, Amaya.
He laughed dryly at the though of Yami's new bitch-to-be and how much it would piss him off if he fucked her. Ya, that was a surefire to piss the little bastard off, but first he wanted to have some fun. He slammed a button on the intercom on his desk.
"Get me Lakoa, now!" There was a muffled 'Yes Merrick' from the other line and a few moments later a girl of about 20 or so with navy hair that brushed her shoulders and stunning green eyes that betrayed none of the insanity behind them. She was dressed in all red, that being the gang's color, the color of blood. She was happy with the colors, she liked blood.
"Yes Merrick?" She said, her eyes carrying a vague curiosity of why he had called her, then shrugged. She was second in command, it probably had something to do with that.
"I have a mission for you." He said, the white hair that fell into his eyes only adding to the manic glint in his eyes. He reached into a drawer and trough a picture at her with a careless flick of his wrists.
She caught it and peered into the face of a girl with black hair, green highlights, and green eyes similar to her own.
"Her name is Demi Martan, she attends a highschool not to far from here." He said, and she nodded in understanding before he continued. "I want you to pose as a student there, you know what to do from there."
"Yes Merrick." She said, and made for the door.
"And stop by my room tonight, I have something for you." She looked back and gave him a small wink before she left. She would be going to his room tonight, but not because he had something for her. She knew what that was a code for, and she licked her lips in anticipation. Tonight would be a good night for them both.
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Amaya sat on the edge of Yami's bed, taking her hair down from it's ponytail so that her silken hair cascaded down to her waist.
'It's amazing.' Amaya thought as she brushed her raven tresses. 'How right it feels being here.' And it was true. She felt, safe, she supposed here. She didn't have to worry about her mother's verbal, and sometimes physical abuse, and she didn't have to stand her schoolmate's jeers and hatred. It was a great feeling to her, a sense of home, and acceptance that was almost alien to her.
"May I come in?" I voice said from the door, shaking her out of reverie.
"Sure, it's your room." She said, setting the brush down. Yami looked at her, she was beautiful with her hair loose and framing her face, he tore his eyes away and looked up.
"Just came to say goodnight." He said, standing up and heading for the door when Amaya stopped him.
"Wait ...... stay." She said, and turned around, raising a questioning eyebrow. Was she asking what he thought? "You can sleep in your own bed, I'll take the couch." Yami felt a slight pang of disappointment, for a moment he had thought ......
'Don't you dare.' He mentally kicked himself. 'She's far to pure for that.' He shook his head slightly.
"It's alright." He said. "If anything, we could both fit, but that wouldn't be right."
"No, I don't mind really." She said, and she wasn't sure why she was so instant. 'Because I don't want to impose.' She told herself. 'Not because I think he's most likely the finest thing in the world.... NO! It's because of imposing, imposing is bad!' Yami considered the offer, and agreed.
"Alright." He said, slipping into bed beside her. She smiled at him, showing him that she wasn't uncomfortable with it, and rested her head on the pillow. When he was sure she was asleep, he leaned over to speak softly in her ear.
"Don't tempt me further, angel." He said. "I don't want to the ruin the only thing of innocence you may possess." He rolled over and rested his head on the pillow, but sleep did come for a long time.
He wondered why he felt so much for her, and why he had suddenly taken on the job of protecting her. A bond, he assumed. There is always with two people once they had saved a life, and that is why he assumed he had whispered those words into her ear, and why she looked angelic and pure to him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh my God, turn that thing off!" Demi moaned, rolling around dramatically in Seto's bed as the alarm clock continued to beep in the most annoying of manners. "For fuck sake's, it's 6:30 in the morning! I never even knew that people could physically get up this early. Seto would have rolled his eyes at her over dramatic show of not wanting to get early if was into such childish ways of showing annoyance.
Had she been someone that Yami didn't really care about, he would have personally ripped out her vocal cords long ago, but he knew Yami wouldn't be very pleased with him. He decided he could compromise by insulting her.
"For Christ sake's, shut the hell up." He grunted, and mentally chuckled as she started yelling at him. He had discovered, in the last two nights that he had brutally forced to spend with the little spitfire, that she was one of the most enjoyable things to annoy.
Sure, she would yell, scream, threaten to rid him of his manhood slowly and painfully, hell, she had even threatened to bite it once after he had made a joke about her. But he knew, just as well as she did, that the words held neither truth nor intent. If truth be told, he actually liked arguing with her. He loved to piss her off and, although he would NEVER admit it, she actually looked kinda cute when she was mad. He paused long enough to catch a few words from the tirade that was spilling from her mouth.
"Bastard ...... asshole ....... Mofo." He chuckled darkly and turned back to her.
"I suggest you get some strength, and that your you can back up your threats to kick my ass."
"And just WHAT the HELL is that supposed to mean?" He smirked, his ice blue eyes carrying a little of his amusement.
"I mean, I get to test you tonight." He said. "You might have a chance to kick my ass and get away with it - if you can." And with that he was gone, leaving a very perplexed Demi behind him.
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Amaya stretched luxuriously in bed and curled up the warmest thing to her - which just happened to be Yami. Her eyes bolted open and she, blushing furiously, scuttled away from him, only to receive a chuckle from the wide awake Yami.
"Sorry, I-I- just felt that you were warm and -"But she was saved the trouble of explaining but Yami's next words.
"It's alright, you can stay there if you want to, I don't mind." He gave a small, almost invisible smile, only causing her to blush more.
"Uh .... Ok." She scooted back over to him and laid beside him, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but enjoying it all the same. Yami looked down at her, and smiled slightly. The events of the previous night were not forgotten, but for now, it was best to pretend that they had never existed at all, be was enjoying her company all the same. Enjoying it, that was until Demi poked her head in the door.
"Oh." She said, backing up. "I'm sorry, I came at a bad time, I'll come back later." Amaya bust out laughing and Yami chuckled darkly.
"Demi, it's not THAT, geez, this isn't a brothel you know." Demi breathed a silent breath of relief, but at the same was a little disappointed. She could have really had fun bugging Amaya about it.
"Alright, just making sure." She said, stepping back into the room and plopping herself down at the foot of the bed. "With you, you never know." Amaya gave her the finger, and Demi as always, returned it. Then her mind went back to why she was in here. Seto friggin' Kaiba, that little jackass.
"Kaiba's an asshole." She stated and proceeded to tell them what happened precisely an hour ago. Amaya looked up at her when she as finished, a look on her face that just screamed I-know-something-you-don't-ha-ha-ha. "What is it?"
"It's just that it doesn't surprise me that he said that." She said. "After all, he's testing you tonight." Demi only raised a questioning eyebrow.
"Huh?" Amaya then proceeded to tell Demi what the testing was all about.
"Yes." Demi said, cracking her knuckles. "I'm going to enjoy pounding that little bastards face in."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Amaya said, knowing just how to push Demi's over- sensitive buttons. "He' s second in command."
"I don't give a shit." Demi said, getting up. "I'm still gonna kick his ass." And with that, she left to continue with her much desired sleep.
"Is she always that violent?" Yami asked once she was gone, and Amaya burst into laughter.
"Ooooo ya, that's Demi for ya."
"My, this gang is in trouble." Amaya only laughed in response. He didn't know how close to the truth he was.
A/N:
Ok, hope you liked the chapter. Please R&R!