Disclaimer: Still don't own the show, but I do own this fic and my
characters.
A/N: Alright, this chapter will be a LEMON alright? I'm warning you now, so I'll say it again LEMON! And don't worry, it's not a sweet lemon, it's an angry one, and I'll try to keep everyone in character, but if it slips a bit...... well, I did try. I was originally going to split this chapter into two, but I decided I wanted to write a long chapter for once. Anyway, enjoy this chapter.
Chapter Twenty
Attack and Aggravation (I'm tired, I can't think of a good title)
Amaya looked behind her at the sudden anger that flooded Demi's features, and gasped.
"Fuck." She muttered as Lakoa came into the room. Even though she had never seen Lakoa, she knew that she was a Dagger because of the blood red clothing. She instantly rose to her feet. "What the fuck do you want?" Lakoa smiled a smile that plainly said that she was completely insane.
"Well, seeing as your little friend and I didn't get to finish our battle before, I wanted a rematch."
"She's injured thanks to you, you stupid whore." Amaya bit out angrily. "Don't you have any honor at all!"
"I have my orders, that's all I go by." She said calmly. "Now stand aside, or I'll kill you while I'm at it."
"Try it." A voice said, but it wasn't Amaya's. She looked back to see Demi standing from her hospital, her face trying to mask that fact that she was in a little pain from her shoulder wound.
"Demi don't-"She began, but Demi silenced her.
"This is my fight Amaya." She replied, her emerald eyes ever leaving Lakoa's. "Let me fight it."
"Your brave, little girl." Lakoa said casually. "I'll give you that, stupid but brave."
"Fuck off." Demi seethed, pulling a knife from inside her leather coat that was resting on the table beside her bed. Lakoa smirked.
"I was hoping you'd choose a knife." She said. "There so much fun to play with." And with that, she produced at lease half a dozen throwing knifes from inside her own coat. "Observe." She threw one, purposely aiming it whiz just by her head, causing Demi to jump slightly.
Amaya stood on the sidelines, not knowing really what to do. She was now third in command, she should do something, but her mind came up on a blank. A blank, that is, until she remembered the gun was that was so conveniently concealed in the folds of her coat.
Pulling it out she aimed it at that navy haired woman just as she was about to aim another knife at Demi.
"Don't even think about it." She said, her voice dangerously low. Lakoa only smiled and threw a knife at the gun, knocking it out of her hands.
"Didn't want to feel left out I see." She said, as if she was talking it over with tea and raising a knife. "Well, I suppose I can show a little attention to you."
She threw one in her direction, and let out a surpressed cry of pain as the blade neatly sliced the skin on her upper arm. She instinctively held her wound, her hands being dyed crimson with the blood.
'She's too strong.' Amaya thought wildly. 'We can't beat her without help..... we have to get out of here.'
"DEMI!" She called out as her friend was cornered. "WE CAN'T BEAT HER! WE HAVE TO GET OUT NOW!"
"Stupid bitch!" Lakoa spat out venomously whipping another at Amaya, this one cutting across her stomach, causing her again to wince in pain.
Demi tried to figure out a way out of the corner, her eyes darting frantically around, but to no avail. Lakoa yet again raised a knife.
"It was fun, but I'm afraid I've been here a little too long." She smiled sadistically. "Goodbye." Demi closed her eyes, waiting for the sharp blade to pierce her heart, but it never came. Instead she heard a cry of
"MOVE YOUR ASS!" She opened her eyes to see Amaya, blood pouring down her arm and stomach with Lakoa's hands held behind her back. She didn't need telling twice, bolting for the door she grabbed Amaya as she ran down through the seemingly endless hallways to the front exist.
"You idiot!" Demi scowled as soon as they ducked into an alleyway and were away from prying eyes. "You could have gotten killed!" Amaya mustered a weak smile.
"I'm fine." She panted, wincing a little in pain. "Nothing a few stitches can't handle." Demi rolled her eyes. Amaya was reckless, to reckless. She'd do the first thing that popped into her head and it was a miracle that she was still alive.
"We have to get you back to the club." Demi said, fishing in her pocket for the cellphone that the club always held with them and punched in Yami's number. She waited for a few moments before she heard his voice over the line.
"Yami, get over here quick. We were attacked at the hospital by the same bitch that stabbed me. No.... I'm fine, Amaya's the one in trouble. Alright." She hung up the phone and placed it back in her pocket.
"He should be here soon."
~ 40 minutes later ~
Amaya winced in pain as Yami gently removed her bloodstained jacket.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"I'm alright." He took her cut arm and inspected it for a moment before replying.
"Well, it could have been worse, but at least you managed to get out of there alive." He smiled at her. "Your reckless Amaya, you should try to be a little more careful."
"I know." She said, a small smile gracing her face. "I have a habit of doing the first thing that jumps into my head."
"I'll be back in a moment." He left the room, leaving Amaya to take a look at her wound. Yami was right, it looked worse then it really was, but she wasn't so sure about her stomach. It hurt like a bitch.
A moment later he returned carrying some water and a cloth.
"Here." He took her arm and began to gently wipe the cut. She flinched a little as the warm water came in contact with her skin.
"Sorry." He said again. It was apparent that he didn't like hurting people unless he had to.
"I'm fine." She said softly, a light blush tingeing her cheeks as his skilled hands continued to clean the cut.
"You know, this might hold you back from our mission tomorrow." He said softly, and instantly Amaya felt her heart sinking. Her first real mission, and already she wouldn't be able to go.
"But Yami, please." She asked. "It's just a scratch, it won't hold me down!"
"But what about the one on your stomach?" He asked. Her eyes dropped down to her blood drenched shirt and sighed in defeat.
"I guess, but I would have loved to go." Yami thought for a moment before saying.
"There is a way you can help though, that won't put you in much danger."
"What is it?" She asked eagerly as he began cleaning her stomach from the dried blood.
"Do you anything about electronics?"
"A little." She replied uncertainly, not sure where he was going with this.
"Do you know anything about cutting wires?"
"Kinda....." She answered slowly. In truth, she had absolutely no idea which wires were which. He smiled.
"I have an idea for you." He said, thinking. "You could be the one that cuts the camera wires when we break Maiyu out. I know it's a little boring, but it's safer." He paused for a moment. "Besides, it's your first mission, you shouldn't be doing anything too dangerous anyway."
"But I don't want to cut wires." She mumbled, by now really bummed that her first mission looked like it was heading to a really boring destination. Yami considered this for a moment before replying.
"All right." He said firmly. "I understand where your coming from so tell you what. Demi can cut the wires and everything will go as planned..... except I'll be with you the whole time in case your injuries start acting up. Fair?" Amaya couldn't have been happier. In fact she was so happy that she hugged her gang leader round the middle.
"Thanks!" She exclaimed, happy that she was going to get to do something fun after all. She pulled away, only to be met with lavender eyes.
Big, shiny, fall-into lavender eyes. They stood there for a moment, lost in each other's gaze until Yami was animate again, cupping her cheek and leaning in.
He was getting closer. Amaya could feel his hot breath mingling with her own........
RING!
He pulled back, his cellphone having just shattered the silence of the room like a knife through hot butter. With an inward rolling of his eyes he picked it up, answering rather meanly for him.
"What is it?..... Demi....... yes I know but........ alright." As Yami continued talking Amaya sat in shock. Had that just really happened, or was her mind going screwy on her? Had he just actually come close to kissing her?
She felt a blush rise on her face at the thought of Yami actually kissing her, but tried to force it down. No such luck, then with a jolt, she realized that Yami was talking to Demi. With a grunt of annoyance she grabbed the phone from his hand.
"DEMI!.......so what.......look........AURGHH........bye!" She hung up the phone and threw it back to Yami. "Some people!" There eyes met again, and Amaya was sure that he was going to lean in for the kill, but he merely blushed a little and hurriedly left the room.
"Fuck......" Amaya moaned. She had been close...... "DEMI I AM SO GOING TO KILL YOU!"
"You called?" Amaya snapped her head up to see Demi leaning casually against the door frame who was instantly met with the mother of all death glares. "What?"
"Did you have to call at exactly that moment?" Demi raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"What? What's the big deal?" Amaya longed to shout 'the big deal is that Yami was about 2.5 seconds away from kissing me you idiot!' but what left her mouth was
"Nothing." Demi shrugged.
"Ok then. Anyway, I half-ways wish that I was back at the hospital." Amaya's eyes bulged.
"What in the seven hells could make you wish that?"
"Kaiba." She mumbled. "In case your forgetting, I STILL have to share a room with him."
"Well, have fun."
"Whatever." Demi grumbled.
A/N: Alright, this chapter will be a LEMON alright? I'm warning you now, so I'll say it again LEMON! And don't worry, it's not a sweet lemon, it's an angry one, and I'll try to keep everyone in character, but if it slips a bit...... well, I did try. I was originally going to split this chapter into two, but I decided I wanted to write a long chapter for once. Anyway, enjoy this chapter.
Chapter Twenty
Attack and Aggravation (I'm tired, I can't think of a good title)
Amaya looked behind her at the sudden anger that flooded Demi's features, and gasped.
"Fuck." She muttered as Lakoa came into the room. Even though she had never seen Lakoa, she knew that she was a Dagger because of the blood red clothing. She instantly rose to her feet. "What the fuck do you want?" Lakoa smiled a smile that plainly said that she was completely insane.
"Well, seeing as your little friend and I didn't get to finish our battle before, I wanted a rematch."
"She's injured thanks to you, you stupid whore." Amaya bit out angrily. "Don't you have any honor at all!"
"I have my orders, that's all I go by." She said calmly. "Now stand aside, or I'll kill you while I'm at it."
"Try it." A voice said, but it wasn't Amaya's. She looked back to see Demi standing from her hospital, her face trying to mask that fact that she was in a little pain from her shoulder wound.
"Demi don't-"She began, but Demi silenced her.
"This is my fight Amaya." She replied, her emerald eyes ever leaving Lakoa's. "Let me fight it."
"Your brave, little girl." Lakoa said casually. "I'll give you that, stupid but brave."
"Fuck off." Demi seethed, pulling a knife from inside her leather coat that was resting on the table beside her bed. Lakoa smirked.
"I was hoping you'd choose a knife." She said. "There so much fun to play with." And with that, she produced at lease half a dozen throwing knifes from inside her own coat. "Observe." She threw one, purposely aiming it whiz just by her head, causing Demi to jump slightly.
Amaya stood on the sidelines, not knowing really what to do. She was now third in command, she should do something, but her mind came up on a blank. A blank, that is, until she remembered the gun was that was so conveniently concealed in the folds of her coat.
Pulling it out she aimed it at that navy haired woman just as she was about to aim another knife at Demi.
"Don't even think about it." She said, her voice dangerously low. Lakoa only smiled and threw a knife at the gun, knocking it out of her hands.
"Didn't want to feel left out I see." She said, as if she was talking it over with tea and raising a knife. "Well, I suppose I can show a little attention to you."
She threw one in her direction, and let out a surpressed cry of pain as the blade neatly sliced the skin on her upper arm. She instinctively held her wound, her hands being dyed crimson with the blood.
'She's too strong.' Amaya thought wildly. 'We can't beat her without help..... we have to get out of here.'
"DEMI!" She called out as her friend was cornered. "WE CAN'T BEAT HER! WE HAVE TO GET OUT NOW!"
"Stupid bitch!" Lakoa spat out venomously whipping another at Amaya, this one cutting across her stomach, causing her again to wince in pain.
Demi tried to figure out a way out of the corner, her eyes darting frantically around, but to no avail. Lakoa yet again raised a knife.
"It was fun, but I'm afraid I've been here a little too long." She smiled sadistically. "Goodbye." Demi closed her eyes, waiting for the sharp blade to pierce her heart, but it never came. Instead she heard a cry of
"MOVE YOUR ASS!" She opened her eyes to see Amaya, blood pouring down her arm and stomach with Lakoa's hands held behind her back. She didn't need telling twice, bolting for the door she grabbed Amaya as she ran down through the seemingly endless hallways to the front exist.
"You idiot!" Demi scowled as soon as they ducked into an alleyway and were away from prying eyes. "You could have gotten killed!" Amaya mustered a weak smile.
"I'm fine." She panted, wincing a little in pain. "Nothing a few stitches can't handle." Demi rolled her eyes. Amaya was reckless, to reckless. She'd do the first thing that popped into her head and it was a miracle that she was still alive.
"We have to get you back to the club." Demi said, fishing in her pocket for the cellphone that the club always held with them and punched in Yami's number. She waited for a few moments before she heard his voice over the line.
"Yami, get over here quick. We were attacked at the hospital by the same bitch that stabbed me. No.... I'm fine, Amaya's the one in trouble. Alright." She hung up the phone and placed it back in her pocket.
"He should be here soon."
~ 40 minutes later ~
Amaya winced in pain as Yami gently removed her bloodstained jacket.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"I'm alright." He took her cut arm and inspected it for a moment before replying.
"Well, it could have been worse, but at least you managed to get out of there alive." He smiled at her. "Your reckless Amaya, you should try to be a little more careful."
"I know." She said, a small smile gracing her face. "I have a habit of doing the first thing that jumps into my head."
"I'll be back in a moment." He left the room, leaving Amaya to take a look at her wound. Yami was right, it looked worse then it really was, but she wasn't so sure about her stomach. It hurt like a bitch.
A moment later he returned carrying some water and a cloth.
"Here." He took her arm and began to gently wipe the cut. She flinched a little as the warm water came in contact with her skin.
"Sorry." He said again. It was apparent that he didn't like hurting people unless he had to.
"I'm fine." She said softly, a light blush tingeing her cheeks as his skilled hands continued to clean the cut.
"You know, this might hold you back from our mission tomorrow." He said softly, and instantly Amaya felt her heart sinking. Her first real mission, and already she wouldn't be able to go.
"But Yami, please." She asked. "It's just a scratch, it won't hold me down!"
"But what about the one on your stomach?" He asked. Her eyes dropped down to her blood drenched shirt and sighed in defeat.
"I guess, but I would have loved to go." Yami thought for a moment before saying.
"There is a way you can help though, that won't put you in much danger."
"What is it?" She asked eagerly as he began cleaning her stomach from the dried blood.
"Do you anything about electronics?"
"A little." She replied uncertainly, not sure where he was going with this.
"Do you know anything about cutting wires?"
"Kinda....." She answered slowly. In truth, she had absolutely no idea which wires were which. He smiled.
"I have an idea for you." He said, thinking. "You could be the one that cuts the camera wires when we break Maiyu out. I know it's a little boring, but it's safer." He paused for a moment. "Besides, it's your first mission, you shouldn't be doing anything too dangerous anyway."
"But I don't want to cut wires." She mumbled, by now really bummed that her first mission looked like it was heading to a really boring destination. Yami considered this for a moment before replying.
"All right." He said firmly. "I understand where your coming from so tell you what. Demi can cut the wires and everything will go as planned..... except I'll be with you the whole time in case your injuries start acting up. Fair?" Amaya couldn't have been happier. In fact she was so happy that she hugged her gang leader round the middle.
"Thanks!" She exclaimed, happy that she was going to get to do something fun after all. She pulled away, only to be met with lavender eyes.
Big, shiny, fall-into lavender eyes. They stood there for a moment, lost in each other's gaze until Yami was animate again, cupping her cheek and leaning in.
He was getting closer. Amaya could feel his hot breath mingling with her own........
RING!
He pulled back, his cellphone having just shattered the silence of the room like a knife through hot butter. With an inward rolling of his eyes he picked it up, answering rather meanly for him.
"What is it?..... Demi....... yes I know but........ alright." As Yami continued talking Amaya sat in shock. Had that just really happened, or was her mind going screwy on her? Had he just actually come close to kissing her?
She felt a blush rise on her face at the thought of Yami actually kissing her, but tried to force it down. No such luck, then with a jolt, she realized that Yami was talking to Demi. With a grunt of annoyance she grabbed the phone from his hand.
"DEMI!.......so what.......look........AURGHH........bye!" She hung up the phone and threw it back to Yami. "Some people!" There eyes met again, and Amaya was sure that he was going to lean in for the kill, but he merely blushed a little and hurriedly left the room.
"Fuck......" Amaya moaned. She had been close...... "DEMI I AM SO GOING TO KILL YOU!"
"You called?" Amaya snapped her head up to see Demi leaning casually against the door frame who was instantly met with the mother of all death glares. "What?"
"Did you have to call at exactly that moment?" Demi raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"What? What's the big deal?" Amaya longed to shout 'the big deal is that Yami was about 2.5 seconds away from kissing me you idiot!' but what left her mouth was
"Nothing." Demi shrugged.
"Ok then. Anyway, I half-ways wish that I was back at the hospital." Amaya's eyes bulged.
"What in the seven hells could make you wish that?"
"Kaiba." She mumbled. "In case your forgetting, I STILL have to share a room with him."
"Well, have fun."
"Whatever." Demi grumbled.