Disclaimer: Still haven't managed to take over Yu-Gi-Oh but in the meantime
I own this fic and my OC's
A/N: Well, this chapter is mainly focused on Maiyu and Ryou, am I the only one who's noticed those names rhyme? Anyway, I have two days to get the very start of a possible romance between them, so it's going to be pretty hard, but I think I can manage it in two chapters *Sigh* it's worth a shot. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 19
Wrong Move
She stared at him will fear as he spoke those words, and prayed that it didn't mean what she thought as he lead her back to his dreaded room.
"So, how in the hell did you manage to get out of here?" He demanded as he closed the door behind him. "I know I locked the door when I left."
"I have my ways." She answer coolly, barely masking her fear behind a mask of cold indifference.
"Do you now?" Ryou said, a cruel smile playing on the corners on his mouth. "I'd like to get a glimpse of those 'ways'."
"No." She said firmly, a cold defiance in her wolfish eyes.
"No?" He repeated, as if he didn't understand the meaning of her words before taking a menacing step towards the small girl, a hard glint of lust in his eyes. "Well, then I'll just have to make you talk." He seized her arms roughly and started pushing her towards the bed, causing a scream to tear from her throat as she struggled to get out of his vice-like grip.
"No!" She tugged her arms away from him, causing herself to fall backwards onto his bed where she quickly curled into a protective ball, much like an armadillo does. He didn't know why, but for some reason, a smirk didn't flood his features as it should have, but changed into a grimace which he quickly wiped of his face, replacing it with the smirk that should have come first.
"The tell me how you got out or here, and I might change my mind about fucking your brains out." Slowly, she uncurled from her protective ball to look at him with the wide, frightened eyes of a animal in a trap.
"How can I trust you?" She said slowly and skeptically, not sure whether she could believe him or not. He let out a dry laugh.
"You have no choice, your in my control, so you'll have to take that chance."
"I'm in no-one's control." She growled, her eyes that held pure terror any a moment go were now burning with anger, leaving Ryou wondering momentarily why that look in her eyes always seemed to turn him on.
"Your in mine for now onna." He said with a smirk. "Get used to it. Now, how the hell did you get of here?" She took a shuddering breath before finally giving in a deciding to answer his question if it might save her getting raped.
"There was a letter opener on your dresser, I used that to pick the lock."
"Doesn't surprise me." He replied, his smirk widening. "Seeing as that's what I left it there for."
"What!" She cried in complete outrage and shock. "You left it there for me to break out?"
"I wanted to see just how good of a little escape artist you are." Maiyu, shaking with fury, let the next words flew past her mouth before she could think about what she was saying, or what the consequences could be.
"Your stupid jackass!" She yelled. "You left it there purposely for your own sick little game of 'Let's see if her name should be Maiyu Houdini'!"
"Basically." He said, brushing of the insult, he had heard far worse then that in his lifetime, besides, her obvious anger over such a little thing was rather entertaining, she could be quite the little spitfire when she wanted.
"You-you." She floundered for a describe him while fighting back the strong urge to punch him in the face. "You asshole! I'm not going to be your plaything nor lab rat for you test and play games with!" His smirk -if possible- widened again.
"That's why your here, onna." He said, in a voice of deadly calm, but the amusement was still written plainly on his handsome features. "To serve me, and for to play games with you, and use you when I see fit. It's your job now."
"What, to be your whore!" She shrieked, her eyes blazing emerald fire. "Well, I'm not, I'm no-ones, and I'm not your goddamn plaything either you son a bitch!" She strode over to him and before she knew what she had done, there was a loud crack as the palm of her hand came in hash contact with his cheek.
Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the clear imprint of her hand a stinging red on his cheek, and the look of utter rage on the milk-haired teen's face. She backed away, him matching her every step with a front wards one of his own.
"Ryou I- please d-don't." She floundered for words - any words- that might provide some help to herself, but she came up with none, and as the back of her leg came in contact with the bed, and she had nowhere else to run, she panicked.
"You really shouldn't have done that onna." He snarled, anger boiling hot in his chest as he walked up the panicking girl. "Really shouldn't have." And as he reached out and grabbed her arms, wrestling her down onto the bed, she screamed.
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Lakoa smirked as she heard the echoing scream from somewhere deep within the building, she knew that it was a scream of terror - she could identify every scream known to man- and looked over at Merrick from across the desk that she was currently laying on.
"Guess Ryou's got her scared about something." She purred, enjoying the sounds of fear that resounded around her. Merrick smirked as well.
"He fucked her last night, he's probably doing the same thing right now, and she's scared."
"Speaking of fucking....." She let the words trail off, instead moving closer to him, slipping onto his lap, facing him and positioning her legs on either side of his to allow him closer contact of between her thighs.
"Sounds like a good idea." He finished for her, sliding his hands up her waist and cupping her breasts inside of the thin red tank-top she was wearing. She opened her mouth to speak when a knock sounded on the door.
"Piss off." Merrick called, irritably.
"Merrick, your going to want here this." Noah's voice sounded from the other side of the wooden door. Growling in annoyance Merrick allowed him in, Lakoa unseating herself from his lap to stand beside him.
"What the fuck do want?" A smirk flooded his features, masking Merrick's as he spoke his next words.
"I know where that Martan girl is."
A/N:
Bit of shorter of chapter, and a cliffie but I didn't really pay much attention to this chapter because I have plans for the next one which should probably be up soon. You know what to do, please review! (-_-) How lame was that?
A/N: Well, this chapter is mainly focused on Maiyu and Ryou, am I the only one who's noticed those names rhyme? Anyway, I have two days to get the very start of a possible romance between them, so it's going to be pretty hard, but I think I can manage it in two chapters *Sigh* it's worth a shot. Anyway, enjoy the chapter!
Chapter 19
Wrong Move
She stared at him will fear as he spoke those words, and prayed that it didn't mean what she thought as he lead her back to his dreaded room.
"So, how in the hell did you manage to get out of here?" He demanded as he closed the door behind him. "I know I locked the door when I left."
"I have my ways." She answer coolly, barely masking her fear behind a mask of cold indifference.
"Do you now?" Ryou said, a cruel smile playing on the corners on his mouth. "I'd like to get a glimpse of those 'ways'."
"No." She said firmly, a cold defiance in her wolfish eyes.
"No?" He repeated, as if he didn't understand the meaning of her words before taking a menacing step towards the small girl, a hard glint of lust in his eyes. "Well, then I'll just have to make you talk." He seized her arms roughly and started pushing her towards the bed, causing a scream to tear from her throat as she struggled to get out of his vice-like grip.
"No!" She tugged her arms away from him, causing herself to fall backwards onto his bed where she quickly curled into a protective ball, much like an armadillo does. He didn't know why, but for some reason, a smirk didn't flood his features as it should have, but changed into a grimace which he quickly wiped of his face, replacing it with the smirk that should have come first.
"The tell me how you got out or here, and I might change my mind about fucking your brains out." Slowly, she uncurled from her protective ball to look at him with the wide, frightened eyes of a animal in a trap.
"How can I trust you?" She said slowly and skeptically, not sure whether she could believe him or not. He let out a dry laugh.
"You have no choice, your in my control, so you'll have to take that chance."
"I'm in no-one's control." She growled, her eyes that held pure terror any a moment go were now burning with anger, leaving Ryou wondering momentarily why that look in her eyes always seemed to turn him on.
"Your in mine for now onna." He said with a smirk. "Get used to it. Now, how the hell did you get of here?" She took a shuddering breath before finally giving in a deciding to answer his question if it might save her getting raped.
"There was a letter opener on your dresser, I used that to pick the lock."
"Doesn't surprise me." He replied, his smirk widening. "Seeing as that's what I left it there for."
"What!" She cried in complete outrage and shock. "You left it there for me to break out?"
"I wanted to see just how good of a little escape artist you are." Maiyu, shaking with fury, let the next words flew past her mouth before she could think about what she was saying, or what the consequences could be.
"Your stupid jackass!" She yelled. "You left it there purposely for your own sick little game of 'Let's see if her name should be Maiyu Houdini'!"
"Basically." He said, brushing of the insult, he had heard far worse then that in his lifetime, besides, her obvious anger over such a little thing was rather entertaining, she could be quite the little spitfire when she wanted.
"You-you." She floundered for a describe him while fighting back the strong urge to punch him in the face. "You asshole! I'm not going to be your plaything nor lab rat for you test and play games with!" His smirk -if possible- widened again.
"That's why your here, onna." He said, in a voice of deadly calm, but the amusement was still written plainly on his handsome features. "To serve me, and for to play games with you, and use you when I see fit. It's your job now."
"What, to be your whore!" She shrieked, her eyes blazing emerald fire. "Well, I'm not, I'm no-ones, and I'm not your goddamn plaything either you son a bitch!" She strode over to him and before she knew what she had done, there was a loud crack as the palm of her hand came in hash contact with his cheek.
Her eyes widened in horror as she saw the clear imprint of her hand a stinging red on his cheek, and the look of utter rage on the milk-haired teen's face. She backed away, him matching her every step with a front wards one of his own.
"Ryou I- please d-don't." She floundered for words - any words- that might provide some help to herself, but she came up with none, and as the back of her leg came in contact with the bed, and she had nowhere else to run, she panicked.
"You really shouldn't have done that onna." He snarled, anger boiling hot in his chest as he walked up the panicking girl. "Really shouldn't have." And as he reached out and grabbed her arms, wrestling her down onto the bed, she screamed.
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Lakoa smirked as she heard the echoing scream from somewhere deep within the building, she knew that it was a scream of terror - she could identify every scream known to man- and looked over at Merrick from across the desk that she was currently laying on.
"Guess Ryou's got her scared about something." She purred, enjoying the sounds of fear that resounded around her. Merrick smirked as well.
"He fucked her last night, he's probably doing the same thing right now, and she's scared."
"Speaking of fucking....." She let the words trail off, instead moving closer to him, slipping onto his lap, facing him and positioning her legs on either side of his to allow him closer contact of between her thighs.
"Sounds like a good idea." He finished for her, sliding his hands up her waist and cupping her breasts inside of the thin red tank-top she was wearing. She opened her mouth to speak when a knock sounded on the door.
"Piss off." Merrick called, irritably.
"Merrick, your going to want here this." Noah's voice sounded from the other side of the wooden door. Growling in annoyance Merrick allowed him in, Lakoa unseating herself from his lap to stand beside him.
"What the fuck do want?" A smirk flooded his features, masking Merrick's as he spoke his next words.
"I know where that Martan girl is."
A/N:
Bit of shorter of chapter, and a cliffie but I didn't really pay much attention to this chapter because I have plans for the next one which should probably be up soon. You know what to do, please review! (-_-) How lame was that?