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A/N: Alright, well here's the next chapter of OME, and I know I haven't mentioned Mokuba all story, well you'll find out why, and please people, don't hate me, I need it to go with the story!
Chapter 17
Not All Bad
Seto Kaiba walked down the street by himself, his nose more than a little sore, only adding to his seething rage. How dare she? No woman had ever caused him pain before, and this little bitch nearly breaks his fuckin' nose!
It didn't matter really, he still had won, and he was sure her ego had taken a hit on account of it. He smirked to himself, hell she was probably out doing the same thing he was, except she was the one with the injured ego.
But it was ironic that the woman that pissed the royal hell out of him in so many ways was the woman he most respected, even impressed him.
Smirking to himself again, he headed back to the club, taking his steps as slowly as he dared, trying to delay his confrontation with the lime- streaked devil for as long as possible, but at the same time, looking forward to it. After all, he loved pissing her off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Urg, where is that Kaiba bastard, I'm going to kill him!" A very angry Amaya yelled, pacing Yami's living room, unable to sleep.
"It's not completely his fault Amaya." Yami replied, trying to soothe the furious woman in front of him, but not having the greatest of luck. She still insisted that Demi's condition was Kaiba's fault and Kaiba's fault alone.
"Like hell it isn't!" She shrieked. "If he hadn't been such an asshole and cheated by throwing Demi out of the ring because he was losing then she wouldn't have gotten mad and would've run off!"
"But forcing your opponent out of the ring is legal, she could have done it to him."
"She didn't know that!"
"Amaya, I know your worried about Demi, after all you were the one that absolutely insisted we take her to a hospital, even after I told you it wasn't safe for the gang, but the doctors said she'll be fine, so please, try to relax."
"Oh, your right." She muttered, flopping down on the couch beside him before adding. "As usual."
"I'm sure they'll let Demi out in a few days." He said, before trying to change the subject a little. "How did you meet her anyway, it's quite obvious you mean a lot to each other and have been friends for quite some time." A small smile played on the corners of Amaya's formally worried and highly irritated face.
"We met each other a long time ago, we were both just teenagers, I was 14, she was 15." The smile only broadened. "Actually, it's a pretty funny story."
~ Flashback ~
Amaya walked down the bookshelves, and up again, bored out of her mind. All these books she had read at least once, but here she was, looking them over again. She selected one, checked it out at the counter and headed onto the street.
"Hey bitch." A feminine voice that she recognized as Leah Cressy's rang out from behind her, and she reluctantly turned around to face the pretty brunette. "You better stay away from Jae, he wouldn't lower himself to date some gutter slut."
"Then I suppose that rules you out." Amaya's head snapped to the sound of the voice, and there was Demi, a cocky smirk plastered on her features.
"Shut up, Martan." Leah snapped. "No-one gives a fuck what you have to say."
"Careful on the language, Cressy." Demi sneered. "You wouldn't want to mommy to find out would ya?"
"Stupid bitch." Leah muttered before striding over to Demi with purposeful strides until she was a mere foot away from the raven haired tomboy. "I'd watch what you say about me, or you might want to watch your back."
"Why? Gonna send out your cronies after me?" Demi gave a dry laugh. "Sorry 'hun' but I got other things to do then worry about slut and her gang of fuck toys." That was it, Leah was pissed. Quick as lightening she had brought her hand back and slapped Demi across the face.
"Ow." She said, feigning agony before grabbing the other girl's arms, twisting them behind her, and elbowing her in the back, her fatal smirk still firm on her features. "Don't pick fights you can't even pose a challenge in bitch, it just makes you look bad."
Leah slowly and carefully picked herself back up, giving an last, baleful glare at Demi before walking away, muttering about how 'her daddy was going to hear about this'.
"Urg, I just hate fuckin' preps." Demi said, walking over to Amaya. "I'm guessing you weren't in her little club by the way she was being all 'I'm cooler then shit.'."
"Thanks." Amaya said, feeling more then a little weird. She had just met this girl and here she was standing up for her and even picking fights with one of the most popular girls in the 9th grade.
"No prob, I've been looking for an excuse the beat the living fuck outta that bitch for months, so really, I should be thanking you." She gave Amaya a lopsided grin, with she returned.
"What's you name anyway?"
"Well, my full name's Demica, but I hate it, so just call me Dem or Demi."
"I'm Amaya."
~ End Of Flashback ~
"So the first time I ever saw Demi, she was doing what she does best, beating up someone." Yami opened his mouth to say something when the last person that Amaya wanted to see at that moment walked through the door - Seto Kaiba.
"Is Demi here?" He asked, keeping his voice level and his face impassive. "She wasn't in my apartment." Amaya, her simmering rage back with the young CEO of Kaiba Corp. was the first to answer.
"No, she's not." She answer coldly, her blue eyes fixed angrily on him. "Thanks to your fucking ass, she's in the hospital with a stab wound!"
"I didn't stab her."
"No shit Sherlock." Amaya replied. "She was attacked not long after she left!"
"Amaya, please calm down." Yami soothed, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Wait here, I'll explain what happened to Demi." And with that, he lead Kaiba out of the room, leaving Amaya to give the door one last angry glare before flopping herself down on the couch again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, take one down, whip it at Kaiba's head, 98 bottles of beer on the wall." Demi started singing her own version of the song for what must have been the millionth time that day.
To put it lightly, she was bored as hell. She had counted every tile on the ceiling first at least twenty times, then she had counted the number of dots on each tile to find that they were exactly the same number, she had counted the number of cracks in the wall, the number of stitches on her clothes, everything.
Finally she had resorted to singing and flipping the nurses off when she thought they had their backs turned for bringing some form of mystery mush for lunch.
"How much longer must I endure this shit." She moaned, poking her so called 'lunch' with a plastic fork, still trying to figure out just what on Earth was it supposed to be. "Well, it seems to be some sort shit mixed with some lumpy shit, and- "She nervously licked the tip of her fork. "I think I can taste salt in there....."
"You must be really bored."
Demi lifted her eyes to see Amaya standing in the doorway, a wide grin on her face.
"You've no idea." She answered, then looked behind Amaya, surprised to see that no-one had came with her.
"I came on my own." She answered, as if reading her friends mind. "The other's were busy, and besides I wanted to tell you something."
"What?" Amaya licked the bottom of her lip nervously, as if she really didn't want to sat what she had to. Taking a breath she forced herself to say the words that she hated, she forced herself to stick up for Kaiba.
"Kaiba's not all bad."
"What!" Demi practically yelled.
"Yami told me something about Kaiba last night, it might help you understand why he's the way he is."
"And that would be?"
~ Flashback ~
"Amaya, come here a moment please." Yami asked, patting a spot on his bed. "I want to tell you something, but I don't want to tell Seto that I told you, alright? He usually wants to keep it a secret"
"Well, what is it?"
"Kaiba's not all bad, I know you may think so, but it's not true." Yami began, Amaya focusing her attention on him, wondering where he was going with this. "I know he's cold, but after what happened to him, I'm not really surprised. You see, he had a brother at one point, the only family he had left." He paused, looking at Amaya.
"Go on." She encouraged, and he took a breath before continuing.
"He was killed Amaya." He said, holding his head low. "Merrick killed him when he ran off after having a fight with his brother. When we found him ......." His words trailed off, unable to describe the mangled remains of the small boy.
"Oh God." Amaya breathed. "That's terrible."
"He's blamed himself for his brother's death ever since it happened nearly three years ago, and that's why he's so cold to everyone, he feels he doesn't deserve friends or love, and he won't let himself get close to anybody because he's afraid he'll end up losing them like he lost Mokuba."
"I understand." Amaya said nodding. "I understand completely."
~ End of Flashback ~
Demi felt something in her heart stirring as Amaya's story about his brother's tragic demise for Kaiba. It was a horrible thing to happen to someone, it would be like Merrick killing her brother's or her parents.
"See what I mean?" Amaya asked. "You don't have to like him, you just have to understand why he's the way he is, even if he is an arrogant bastard, it's for a good reason."
"Ya, ya." Demi muttered. "I actually kinda feel sorry for the asshole."
"Well don't bother." A harsh voice said from the door, were Seto Kaiba was currently standing. "I don't need your pity." With a last, baleful glower at the two females, he turned and vanished down the hall.
"Well then." Amaya grumbled.
"This feeling sorry for Kaiba thing is getting really old, really fast."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Maiyu slowly came back to reality, a throbbing pain between her thighs making it's self known as she did so. Her eyes darted around the room, and she found that she was (thank goodness) alone.
'Ryou must have left early for something.' She thought, carefully controlling the boiling anger that was rising in her chest. She could act on her anger later, she couldn't afford to act rashly, not while she had the chance to escape.
She carefully pulled on the clothes that lay strewn across his floor from when he had torn them of her body, and looked around again, this time more closely. She was sure he wouldn't have been stupid enough to leave the door unlocked, so that exist was scratched unless he had left something that she could use to pick a lock lying around - unlikely.
The window!..... had bars on it. Nope.
"Damn it." She muttered to herself, wistfully think of her tool for picking locks that had been removed when they had caught her. Well, the only option she had now was to do some poking around and see if she could pick the damn lock. She walked over to the door, bent onto her knees, and inspected it.
"Not that complicated." She muttered. "There's got to be something in here that will work on it."
She worked quickly scanning the room, the drawers - nothing but clothes, under the bed - she didn't want to see that (Ryou's porno stash), etc. In short there was nothing.
"Damn it!" She cursed angrily. She had a genius IQ, specialized in technology, and was one of the gang's best escape artists, she should be able to do something as simple as break out of a room. Hell, her sister could have broken out of here with a stick of fucking pepperoni!
'Aright Maiyu, think.' Her wolfish eyes scanned over the room again, finally landing a thin, almost needle like letter opener. 'Bingo.' She didn't have the slightest idea why Ryou would have a letter opener, but the last thing she was doing was complaining.
Grasping it determinedly in her hand she strode over to the door. She was getting the hell out.
A/N:
Alright, I'm sorry for killing Mokuba people, please don't hate me, *Sobs* I love him to! Anyway, please review, flame if you must, but please review.
A/N: Alright, well here's the next chapter of OME, and I know I haven't mentioned Mokuba all story, well you'll find out why, and please people, don't hate me, I need it to go with the story!
Chapter 17
Not All Bad
Seto Kaiba walked down the street by himself, his nose more than a little sore, only adding to his seething rage. How dare she? No woman had ever caused him pain before, and this little bitch nearly breaks his fuckin' nose!
It didn't matter really, he still had won, and he was sure her ego had taken a hit on account of it. He smirked to himself, hell she was probably out doing the same thing he was, except she was the one with the injured ego.
But it was ironic that the woman that pissed the royal hell out of him in so many ways was the woman he most respected, even impressed him.
Smirking to himself again, he headed back to the club, taking his steps as slowly as he dared, trying to delay his confrontation with the lime- streaked devil for as long as possible, but at the same time, looking forward to it. After all, he loved pissing her off.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Urg, where is that Kaiba bastard, I'm going to kill him!" A very angry Amaya yelled, pacing Yami's living room, unable to sleep.
"It's not completely his fault Amaya." Yami replied, trying to soothe the furious woman in front of him, but not having the greatest of luck. She still insisted that Demi's condition was Kaiba's fault and Kaiba's fault alone.
"Like hell it isn't!" She shrieked. "If he hadn't been such an asshole and cheated by throwing Demi out of the ring because he was losing then she wouldn't have gotten mad and would've run off!"
"But forcing your opponent out of the ring is legal, she could have done it to him."
"She didn't know that!"
"Amaya, I know your worried about Demi, after all you were the one that absolutely insisted we take her to a hospital, even after I told you it wasn't safe for the gang, but the doctors said she'll be fine, so please, try to relax."
"Oh, your right." She muttered, flopping down on the couch beside him before adding. "As usual."
"I'm sure they'll let Demi out in a few days." He said, before trying to change the subject a little. "How did you meet her anyway, it's quite obvious you mean a lot to each other and have been friends for quite some time." A small smile played on the corners of Amaya's formally worried and highly irritated face.
"We met each other a long time ago, we were both just teenagers, I was 14, she was 15." The smile only broadened. "Actually, it's a pretty funny story."
~ Flashback ~
Amaya walked down the bookshelves, and up again, bored out of her mind. All these books she had read at least once, but here she was, looking them over again. She selected one, checked it out at the counter and headed onto the street.
"Hey bitch." A feminine voice that she recognized as Leah Cressy's rang out from behind her, and she reluctantly turned around to face the pretty brunette. "You better stay away from Jae, he wouldn't lower himself to date some gutter slut."
"Then I suppose that rules you out." Amaya's head snapped to the sound of the voice, and there was Demi, a cocky smirk plastered on her features.
"Shut up, Martan." Leah snapped. "No-one gives a fuck what you have to say."
"Careful on the language, Cressy." Demi sneered. "You wouldn't want to mommy to find out would ya?"
"Stupid bitch." Leah muttered before striding over to Demi with purposeful strides until she was a mere foot away from the raven haired tomboy. "I'd watch what you say about me, or you might want to watch your back."
"Why? Gonna send out your cronies after me?" Demi gave a dry laugh. "Sorry 'hun' but I got other things to do then worry about slut and her gang of fuck toys." That was it, Leah was pissed. Quick as lightening she had brought her hand back and slapped Demi across the face.
"Ow." She said, feigning agony before grabbing the other girl's arms, twisting them behind her, and elbowing her in the back, her fatal smirk still firm on her features. "Don't pick fights you can't even pose a challenge in bitch, it just makes you look bad."
Leah slowly and carefully picked herself back up, giving an last, baleful glare at Demi before walking away, muttering about how 'her daddy was going to hear about this'.
"Urg, I just hate fuckin' preps." Demi said, walking over to Amaya. "I'm guessing you weren't in her little club by the way she was being all 'I'm cooler then shit.'."
"Thanks." Amaya said, feeling more then a little weird. She had just met this girl and here she was standing up for her and even picking fights with one of the most popular girls in the 9th grade.
"No prob, I've been looking for an excuse the beat the living fuck outta that bitch for months, so really, I should be thanking you." She gave Amaya a lopsided grin, with she returned.
"What's you name anyway?"
"Well, my full name's Demica, but I hate it, so just call me Dem or Demi."
"I'm Amaya."
~ End Of Flashback ~
"So the first time I ever saw Demi, she was doing what she does best, beating up someone." Yami opened his mouth to say something when the last person that Amaya wanted to see at that moment walked through the door - Seto Kaiba.
"Is Demi here?" He asked, keeping his voice level and his face impassive. "She wasn't in my apartment." Amaya, her simmering rage back with the young CEO of Kaiba Corp. was the first to answer.
"No, she's not." She answer coldly, her blue eyes fixed angrily on him. "Thanks to your fucking ass, she's in the hospital with a stab wound!"
"I didn't stab her."
"No shit Sherlock." Amaya replied. "She was attacked not long after she left!"
"Amaya, please calm down." Yami soothed, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Wait here, I'll explain what happened to Demi." And with that, he lead Kaiba out of the room, leaving Amaya to give the door one last angry glare before flopping herself down on the couch again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, take one down, whip it at Kaiba's head, 98 bottles of beer on the wall." Demi started singing her own version of the song for what must have been the millionth time that day.
To put it lightly, she was bored as hell. She had counted every tile on the ceiling first at least twenty times, then she had counted the number of dots on each tile to find that they were exactly the same number, she had counted the number of cracks in the wall, the number of stitches on her clothes, everything.
Finally she had resorted to singing and flipping the nurses off when she thought they had their backs turned for bringing some form of mystery mush for lunch.
"How much longer must I endure this shit." She moaned, poking her so called 'lunch' with a plastic fork, still trying to figure out just what on Earth was it supposed to be. "Well, it seems to be some sort shit mixed with some lumpy shit, and- "She nervously licked the tip of her fork. "I think I can taste salt in there....."
"You must be really bored."
Demi lifted her eyes to see Amaya standing in the doorway, a wide grin on her face.
"You've no idea." She answered, then looked behind Amaya, surprised to see that no-one had came with her.
"I came on my own." She answered, as if reading her friends mind. "The other's were busy, and besides I wanted to tell you something."
"What?" Amaya licked the bottom of her lip nervously, as if she really didn't want to sat what she had to. Taking a breath she forced herself to say the words that she hated, she forced herself to stick up for Kaiba.
"Kaiba's not all bad."
"What!" Demi practically yelled.
"Yami told me something about Kaiba last night, it might help you understand why he's the way he is."
"And that would be?"
~ Flashback ~
"Amaya, come here a moment please." Yami asked, patting a spot on his bed. "I want to tell you something, but I don't want to tell Seto that I told you, alright? He usually wants to keep it a secret"
"Well, what is it?"
"Kaiba's not all bad, I know you may think so, but it's not true." Yami began, Amaya focusing her attention on him, wondering where he was going with this. "I know he's cold, but after what happened to him, I'm not really surprised. You see, he had a brother at one point, the only family he had left." He paused, looking at Amaya.
"Go on." She encouraged, and he took a breath before continuing.
"He was killed Amaya." He said, holding his head low. "Merrick killed him when he ran off after having a fight with his brother. When we found him ......." His words trailed off, unable to describe the mangled remains of the small boy.
"Oh God." Amaya breathed. "That's terrible."
"He's blamed himself for his brother's death ever since it happened nearly three years ago, and that's why he's so cold to everyone, he feels he doesn't deserve friends or love, and he won't let himself get close to anybody because he's afraid he'll end up losing them like he lost Mokuba."
"I understand." Amaya said nodding. "I understand completely."
~ End of Flashback ~
Demi felt something in her heart stirring as Amaya's story about his brother's tragic demise for Kaiba. It was a horrible thing to happen to someone, it would be like Merrick killing her brother's or her parents.
"See what I mean?" Amaya asked. "You don't have to like him, you just have to understand why he's the way he is, even if he is an arrogant bastard, it's for a good reason."
"Ya, ya." Demi muttered. "I actually kinda feel sorry for the asshole."
"Well don't bother." A harsh voice said from the door, were Seto Kaiba was currently standing. "I don't need your pity." With a last, baleful glower at the two females, he turned and vanished down the hall.
"Well then." Amaya grumbled.
"This feeling sorry for Kaiba thing is getting really old, really fast."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Maiyu slowly came back to reality, a throbbing pain between her thighs making it's self known as she did so. Her eyes darted around the room, and she found that she was (thank goodness) alone.
'Ryou must have left early for something.' She thought, carefully controlling the boiling anger that was rising in her chest. She could act on her anger later, she couldn't afford to act rashly, not while she had the chance to escape.
She carefully pulled on the clothes that lay strewn across his floor from when he had torn them of her body, and looked around again, this time more closely. She was sure he wouldn't have been stupid enough to leave the door unlocked, so that exist was scratched unless he had left something that she could use to pick a lock lying around - unlikely.
The window!..... had bars on it. Nope.
"Damn it." She muttered to herself, wistfully think of her tool for picking locks that had been removed when they had caught her. Well, the only option she had now was to do some poking around and see if she could pick the damn lock. She walked over to the door, bent onto her knees, and inspected it.
"Not that complicated." She muttered. "There's got to be something in here that will work on it."
She worked quickly scanning the room, the drawers - nothing but clothes, under the bed - she didn't want to see that (Ryou's porno stash), etc. In short there was nothing.
"Damn it!" She cursed angrily. She had a genius IQ, specialized in technology, and was one of the gang's best escape artists, she should be able to do something as simple as break out of a room. Hell, her sister could have broken out of here with a stick of fucking pepperoni!
'Aright Maiyu, think.' Her wolfish eyes scanned over the room again, finally landing a thin, almost needle like letter opener. 'Bingo.' She didn't have the slightest idea why Ryou would have a letter opener, but the last thing she was doing was complaining.
Grasping it determinedly in her hand she strode over to the door. She was getting the hell out.
A/N:
Alright, I'm sorry for killing Mokuba people, please don't hate me, *Sobs* I love him to! Anyway, please review, flame if you must, but please review.