Disclaimer: Nope, still haven't managed to take over Yu-Gi-Oh, but I do own this fic and my OC's
A/N: Need sleep..............food..................sleep.........pain............#sleep dies then comes back to life because she hasn't finished the chapter yet#
Ok, I have one thing to say here WARNING: LEMON IN THIS CHAPTER. It probably will go past the R rating, so if you want to skip that part, you can, and now, to all my lovely reviewers:
WolfOfShadow: Yup, poor Amaya #evil grin# and that's not the worst of it.............. you'll see what I mean in the epilouge. And tahanks for your input, but hopefully the sequel will be better.
serpent-vampfreak: Ya, Ming is meant to be annoying but don't worry she'll get hers in the end, and no, I don't mind you swearing in the reviews, hell I'm just glad that I actually get reviews! And thanks again for your input!
Bakuras Dark Angel: What's going to happen next? Well my shiny silvered haired deark angel friend, read on and find out!
surfergurl16: It's easy! Really! Simply the fact that I'm safe at home writing these chapters while you people are god know's where. And about Seto and Demi.............. well............ your gonna HATE me for the sequel. #evil grin#
Open My Eyes
Chapter 43
Mistakes
Yami watched in anger and sadness as the girl he knew he loved storm out of the room, but it wasn't that that hurt him the most. It was the necklace, she had thrown it at him with such hate that he felt as if his heart had been brutally seized and twisted a few times.
"Looks like she's upset." Ming said as if she didn't have a care in the world. "Oh, well." She turned back to Yami, lust glittering in her eyes.
That was what kicked Yami's anger in. Her, this little slut in front of him, was the cause that he had just lost his love, probably forever.
"Get out." He said, his voice low and dangerous, fury glittering in his lavender eyes that Amaya had more than once lost herself in.
"Why?" She purred. "It's not like we need her around."
"Get out." He repeated, his voice even lower and slightly strained as if he was using all of his self control, and he was. He had sworn never to hit a women, but goddamn it he was close. Ming, sensing this, got off him slowly, but couldn't resist trying once more.
"Yami, you don't need her, she's just some fucked up girl you slept with." At these words, Yami's self-control slipped.
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" He yelled, and the frightened girl ran out of the room, closing the door behind her, followed by Yami, though he went the opposite direction. He had to find her and tell her what happened, he couldn't loose her, not now that he finally had someone to care about.
Amaya ran down the dark streets as fast as she possibly could, as if running alone would chase the image from her mind.
'He didn't love me.' She thought with a mixture and sorrow and fury. 'He only wanted to fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me fuck me.' She repeated it over and over to herself, trying to overuse the word so that it held no value anymore, but it wasn't working, it only increased the pain in her shattered heart.
In her eyes, he was no better than Jae, perhaps worse. At lest Jae had fuckin' told her! At this thought, tears welled in her eyes, but she refused to let them fall, she wasn't going to cry for him. He wasn't even worth her tears.
"AMAYA!" The calling of her name caused her slow down, and look behind her, only to continue her fast strides. Yami. What the hell did he want? To say sorry? To say he wouldn't do again?
'Bullshit.' She thought bitterly. 'If was really sorry, and if he really did 'Love me' he wouldn't have done it.'
"AMAYA STOP."
She paid no attention, just kept walking. She didn't need him, she didn't even want to see his lying face again. It wasn't until she heard footsteps behind her that she whirled around again, rage blazing in her sapphire blue eyes.
"What the fuck do you want?" She demanded, ignoring his pleading eyes.
"Amaya look-"
"Ya, I did look." She said, hatred and disgust dripping from her words. "An I've seen enough. And guess what, your no better than Jae, for Christ sakes he at least had the goddamn decency to tell me he was breaking up with me before fucking some other chick! But I guess that all men are the fucking same, so forgive me for making my last mistake, trusting you. Consider me as no longer a part of you, or your fucking gang. Goodbye." She turned around again and began walking, not seeing the crushed look on her ex-boyfriends face, and, at the moment, not caring.
Ming smirked to herself as she sat in her room, looking for all the world like the cat that got the canary. She pulled out her cellphone and waited for about two rings before Marik's harsh voice on the other end responded.
"What the fuck do you want?"
"Marik, it's me." She said, grinning to herself. "I did it. Were all ready." She closed her cellphone, mentally congratulating herself on fucking up yet another person's life.
Once Amaya was sure he was gone, she stopped and sat down on a bench. Why had she said those things? She knew she didn't mean them, but they come flying out of her mouth anyway.
'What's it matter anyway.' She thought bitterly, pulling out a smoke from her pack and lighting it. It had started to rain, and she puffed on her smoke, holding it so that her hand was keeping the paper from getting wet. 'It's not like he cares.'
The rain soaked her hair so that it hung in damp strings around her face, but she didn't care. She got up and started walking, not noticing the limo come up beside her until two rough hands seized her and pulled her inside, throwing her none to gently into the back seat and closing the door.
"What the fuck do you think your doing?" She demanded angrily, looking to the side of her. White-hair with lavender eyes, golden necklaces adoring his throat, and an earring dangling form one ear.
"I would hold your tongue onna." He answered, his voice low, but sadistic and cold.
"Make me freak show." She spat, but regretted her words as cold-as-ice eyes narrowed.
"Do you even know to whom you are speaking onna?" He asked, and even through her anger she noticed that he was rather sexy for a freak show.
"No, I really don't fucking care." He chuckled darkly and pulled her over to him so that there faces were an inch apart, his hot breath mingling with her own.
"You should learn the identity of you enemy." He said, and Amaya's eyes widened.
"Marik." She hissed in anger and disgust before an idea came to her. This was her chance to avenge herself for what Yami had done to her, give him a taste of his own damn medicine, do something to hurt him, and she was sure it would.
"Your a smart one, aren't you?"
"Ya." She said, moving a little closer to him so that some of her body was pressed against his. "I am." And with that she kissed him hard on the lips, not objecting as he ran his hands over her thighs or as he pushed his tongue hotly into her mouth. She moaned against his mouth, letting him lay her down on the seat.
"Well, your certainly making things easier." He smirked, breaking away from the kiss.
"Ya, I am." She said before grabbing his shirt and pulling him into another kiss deep with a passion born from anger, revenge and lust. His hands ran up and down her arms quickly before trailing over her breasts, causing her to gasp slightly against his mouth.
He slid her coat of her arms and tossed it onto the ground as the kiss intensified, and began unbuttoning her shirt. He was loving this beyond words. First, he was fucking Yami's girlfriend (An already surefire way to piss him off the no end.) and secondly, she was letting him do it willingly, and he knew that would hurt him, and was sure to throw it in his face.
"Your pretty good at that." Amaya commented as his hands began slow circling motions on her breasts, only causing him to smirk as he paused to remove the rest of her clothing.
"I know." He said, resuming what he had been doing previously.
"This isn't fair you know." She said, eyeing his fully-clothed body and reaching out to remove his shirt before running her hands over the well-toned torso and chest born form spending of your life fighting before clasping her hands on his belt buckle.
"Eager, aren't you?" He purred as she began to undo his belt.
"Maybe." Was all she replied with as she rid him of what was left of his clothing.
"Let's hope you can handle me." He said with a sadistic smirk. "The last Chain bitch I fucked was torn apart."
"I won't be." She said, before screaming with a mixture of pain and pleasure as he entered her with a full force, and not pausing to give her a break before thrusting her again. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream as waves of combined delectation and pain rolled over her.
She bit her lip against it and soon felt the familiar taste of iron seeped over her tongue. His thrusts were long, hard, fast, and utterly reckless, not at all like the loving, careful thrusts of Yami.
She screamed again, and dug her nails into his back, feeling his sperm spread inside her as well as her own seep from her.
"Your stronger then you look onna." He whispered into her ear before lifting himself of her and beginning to dress himself. Amaya did the same, but a sense of numb disbelief had washed over her mind. She dressed and laid down on the seat, knees drawn to her chest as the reality of what she had done sank in.
She had fucked him, Marik. The one man in all the world that Yami could bring himself to really hate.
'Dear God.' She though hopelessly. 'What have I done?'
A/N:
Well, there it is folks, Amaya just made a decision is going to deeply regret. Don't worry, her and Yami will get back together, but Yami isn't going to take this very well. And as for Demi and Kaiba, well #looks back to see them having a rather heated yelling match#. what can I say? Anyway, this story is going to be leaning towards the angsty side now, but don't worry, things will get better! Neways, please review!