Disclaimer: Ok, seriously......... you HAVE to know by now.
A/N: Ok, here we go again. Also, I feel like I'm going to fall asleep in the middle of writing this, so if it comes out weird and I suddenly start writing about evil Grannies and trees that glow red, please don't blame me anyways, there will be some Demi/Seto in this, but mainly Amaya and Marik. HEY LOOK, THERE'S A SPACE MAN SITTING ON MY COUCH, MY LACK OF SLEEP HASN'T TAKE IT'S EFFECT ON ME AT ALL ! Anyways, things should come in rapid session from here on out so hang tight.Ok, on with the shout-outs!
serpent-vampfreak: Don't worry, Bakura's going to be coming in soon........... I think. Your going to hate me for what happens to him and Maiyu but............ #cheesy smile# And yes, Amaya fucked up horribly but things will work out. And yes, teh thing with Marik in the car does have a purpose in the end so I'm not just throwing that in for teh hell of it. Anways, thanks for the review!
surfergurl16: wtf was pretty much everyone's reaction, but as I said before, it all plays a part. And seeing as she's my character, I can fuck her over all I want........... heehee. Anyways, hope you like this chapter.
WolfOfShadow: Yup......... Marik. I know, but hey Amaya is an impulsive character and what she was pure impulse. Anyways, they don't get talking for a little while yet, but when they do, things should be interesting indeed. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter.
Bakuras Dark Angel: How long is this fic going to be? Well, things go pretty fast from here on out, so maybe another.............. I dunno............ ten chapters maybe? And yes, I am dedicated to this fic, actually this is teh longest fic I'v ever written so I do feel a little proud about it. Thanks for your encouraging reviews!
Chapter 44
Negotiations
Amaya sat in the darkness, the way she had been sitting since, well she didn't know when. It was a process of fall asleep for a little while, cry, then repeat said process.
When she wasn't asleep, she filled herself with self loathing. She hated herself for the little Marik incident. She felt like a whore, a dirty worthless little whore. She cringed, remembering the feeling of him moving inside her with a reckless rhythm, and deeply wanting a shower.
The sound of a door opening got her attention and she turned her head in the direction of it.
"Get up bitch." A burly man said, striding over to her and grabbing by the arm and hauling her up none to gently. "Marik wants you."
"Get your hands off me!" She yelled, hitting his arm in an attempt to get him to release her, only making him laugh at her attempt before getting annoyed and back handing her across the face, knocking her head back with the impact.
She closed her eyes against her stinging cheek as she angrily spit the blood out of her mouth from her spilt lip and glaring.
"Kono kuso tiare Asshole ." She growled, earning another slap. Silently she fought back tears and he threw into Mark's office, making her stumble and land on her stomach on the hard wooden floor. Wordlessly Marik observed the fresh marks on her face and turned to the son of a bitch that had brought her in.
"I told you I wanted her unharmed!" He growled, and the make quaked in fear at seeing the rage in his eyes.
"T-t-t-hh." The man started but Marik cut him off.
"Honestly you baka, speak without sounding like a moron." His severe eyes rooting the man to his spot.
"The Chain bitch was being mouthy, so I had to put her in line." He answered, gulping in fear. Marik's face remained totally impassive as he pulled out a gun and aimed it at the man's heart.
"And I'm going to put you in line for your foolish misbehavior."
"P-p-please, Marik...." His voice was silenced as the gunshot filled the air and the man fell, lifeless, to the ground, his face a frozen mask of eternal fear. He looked over at the raven-haired beauty that had at some point pulled herself up from the ground.
"Such a waste." He chided coldly.
"Heartless monster." She spat, the word loathe written all over her face. He only smirked before replacing his gun where it had came from and turned back to her with a business like demeanor.
"Now, do you know why I brought you here?" He asked, taking on the tone like he was talking to a five year old, making Amaya irritated. It was already hard enough to not take his gun and blow his head off then her own, and to stop from crying without adding irritation to the rather complex wave of emotions swirling inside her.
"No." She replied coldly. He chuckled.
"Well, apart from being good in bed...." He paused to get a good look at her reaction, silently reading her eyes. Guilt, anger, remorse, fear - it was like an open book for his eyes.
"Go to hell you son of a bitch." Amaya growled. Before she knew what happened, she was on the ground, Marik's booted heel digging into her stomach, making her wince in pain as he leaned down so that he was near her head.
"I'd watch your tongue onna." He said, his voice dangerously low. "I'm in no mood for games." And with he removed his foot and walked back to his desk, leaving Amaya to try and get her diaphragm working again, not to mention, try to regain her much shattered pride.
"So why the hell did you CAPTURE me anyway?" She seethed, her ocean blue eyes flashing fury.
"I would think that would be obvious, my little mistress-in-training." He said with a smirk, his eyes raking over her lithe form, making Amaya want to vomit.
"I'll never be your mistress."
"Well, you did a wonderful job of it last night." He gloated. "It's a war, and at the moment, being the Chain King's bitch, your the most valuable thing that we could get our hands on."
"So that's it?" She asked, with a small snort of laughter. "This has all been for some childish game of revenge?"
"But aren't you a Chain? Aren't you also part of this little game of revenge?" She glared at him. "After all, you took out one of my men when your friend was killed, and that Martan whore took out one as well."
"And proud to do it."
"But just remember, sweetheart." He said, his voice going low and dangerous. "The shit hasn't hit the fan yet, and when it does, your going to wish that you had actually died when the news said you did." He reached into his pocket, he pulled out his cell and handed it to her, not noticing Amaya shudder.
He was right, shit hadn't hit the fan yet, and when it did, she had a feeling it was going to be nasty. And by the look on Marik's face, a lot of people were going to die.
"Call him." He commanded. "Tell him that I'm willing to make arrangements for his precious whore's safe return."
"He won't care." She shot back. Marik raised an eyebrow, pretending that he didn't know what she was talking about.
"And why not? With you being able to fuck the way you do, I'd think he'd be dying to have you back in his bed." He paused, a cruel look passing over his face. "Or has he found someone more whorish then you?"
"If you hadn't stripped me of my weapons like a coward, I would kill you." She growled, not letting him know that he had hit a major soft spot.
"Idle threats, my whore, idle threats." She growled and passed the phone back to him.
"It's your stupid game." She stated. "You make the call."
"Your trying my patience onna. If I didn't need you as a trading piece and cheap thrill, you'd be dead."
"Then why don't you do it already?"
"I don't grant wishes." She stiffened, something that didn't go unnoticed by him.
"What? You thought I didn't know?" He let out a dark chuckle as he backed her into a wall, burying his hands in her hair. "You thought I didn't see the scars on your wrists. You caused those didn't you? Naughty girl." She surpressed a shudder at feeling his lips brush her ear and looked away from him.
(A/N: Yes, we all know Marik's a fucking psycho)
"Shut up."
"You don't think I know that every time you look in the mirror, you hate it?"
"Shut up!"
"That you wake up every morning and wish that you had died when you slashed your wrists?"
"SHUT UP!"
"That before you had met your little boy-toy that you wished every thing would..... just..... stop." He said the last three words slowly, taking cruel pleasure in her anger and hurt.
"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Her hand swung out, aiming for the side of his head, but he was ready for it and caught it, twisting it until she cried in pain.
"One more inch and it'll snap." He promised before throwing her wrist back to her and shoving her into a chair before taking a seat behind his desk while Amaya rubbed her sore wrist, glaring hatred at him all the while. Sending her an amused look he picked up the phone and began to dial.
Demi dressed quickly that morning, wondering why Amaya hadn't come bounding into her room at 10 in morning like she usually did - much to Demi's annoyance, but after a living with her in the same building for two months she had gotten used to it and had come to expect it.
Furrowing her brow in thought she walked over to Yami's apartment, planning on making herself known this time to prevent her from walking in on something she didn't want to twice. However, she soon learned that it wasn't needed.
"Holy fuck." She breathed, upon stepping into Yami's apartment. Shattered glass littered the floor, a few tables were overturned - in short, if not for the lack of blood, it would have looked like somebody had been murdered.
She looked around the place again, and it was only then that she noticed the figure sitting rigid in the chair, the chair turned away from the door. She could tell by the multicolored spikes that peeked just above the cushion that it was Yami.
"What the hell happened?" She breathed, carefully stepping over the shattered glass on her way to the chair.
"What does it matter?" He muttered. He was so low that she could barely hear him, but that wasn't what alarmed her. It was the deadened, lifeless tone that accompanied it. She knew from having a usually depressed friend (Amaya) the warning signs that something wasn't right, and this was definitely a warning sign.
"Yami....." She asked gently. "Where's Amaya?" She made her way around the chair and stopped in shock at the look on his face. Anger. Anger like she had never seen it before on the young leader's face, that and sadness. On top of that, his eyes had lost all of their shine, and he looked like he hadn't slept in awhile.
"Gone." Was his only answer. Demi's red flags were definitely going off by this point and she gently voiced the question that had been nagging her since she first saw the shattered glass.
"Did- did you guys have a fight?" She didn't need an answer, Yami's facial expression was answer enough. "What- What about?"
"A-" He began, but was cut off when his cell rang. Reaching into his pocket he pulled it out and flipped it open.
"What?"
"Hello Chain King." Marik's smooth voice stated from the other line. "Long time no hear. Most impolite."
"What the fuck do you want?" He growled into the receiver. This was the last thing he needed at the moment, after all, he had just lost his girlfriend.
"I have your little whore." He stated calmly, as if he was doing more then ordering computer paper. "And I'm willing to negotiate her safe return." Demi watched as Yami's face paled, and knew instantly that something was up, and being intuitive, she figured it had something to do with Amaya.
"How do I know that for sure?" He asked coolly. He didn't need to show his panic to his enemy right now. He just needed to know that Amaya was safe.
"If you want to talk to her....... you can." He said, grinning at Amaya that through her hands up in silent protest. "But I have a feeling that you two aren't on speaking terms." Yami closed his eyes. He had really done it this time.
"I don't care if she tells me she hates me, just put her on the phone."
"As you wish." He heard a shuffling on the other line, and then Amaya's snappy voice on the other end.
"What do you want playboy." She growled.
"Amaya, are you ok?"
"Fine." She snapped, sarcasm radiating from her tone.
"Do you know what Marik wants to get you back?"
"So you actually want me back?" She snapped. "Funny, seeing as I looked pretty unwanted the last time I saw you."
"Amaya-"
"Don't even bother coming- I'll handle it on my own. Besides." She added venomously "I'd rather be here then with you." More shuffling then Marik's voice came back.
"I don't think she likes you right now."
"What do want for her?" He asked coolly.
"Simple." Marik answered. "Surrender. But before you answer with a smartass remark like I know your planning, let me tell you something - if you don't comply, we'll kill her, but not after a few of my men have had their fun with her." He smirked at hearing Yami growl. "And another thing - you have until sundown tomorrow to decide. If you take longer then that, she'll be sent back you in a matchbox."
"Marik!" He growled as the line went dead. He surpressed the urge to throw the phone down and smash it like he had smashed his vases the previous night, instead he turned to Demi, who had the word concern written all over her face.
"Call Seto and Maiyu." He said calmly. "Tell them to be here as soon as they can."
"Why?" Demi cried. "Yami, she's my best friend what's going on!" Yami rubbed his temples.
"She caught me cheating on her - or at least that's what she thinks." He said, ignoring Demi's withering look. "But I have a feeling I was set up by Marik. She was trying to seduce me, and Amaya walked in. She ran off, and now Marik's got her."
"If your lying-" The fiery girl started.
"Demi, trust me, I'm not." She scanned his eyes for a moment before passing her judgment that their was no lie in them.
"Alright." She answered. "Now what does Marik want."
"He says that we have until sundown tomorrow to surrender, or he's killing her." Demi's face paled.
"NANI?"
"I know. Now get calling." He commanded. "We have a little over 24 hours to plan an full-out attack." Demi nodded and pulled out her cell, speed dialing Seto's number. All the while praying to God that Amaya was ok.
Seto rolled his eyes in annoyance as he tried to focus on his work ad blocked out the annoying ringing of his cellphone. Growling he grabbed the small black device and flipped it open.
"What the fuck do you want?" He barked.
"Oh thank God!" Demi breathed in relief. "I've been trying to get a hold of you forever."
"Well you've gotten a hold of me, now WHAT the HELL is so important that you have to annoy me for fifteen minutes?" She held back from making a smartass comment, and got straight to the point.
"We have just over 24 hours to surrender, or Marik's killing Amaya." Demi said quickly. "Now get your ASS over here so we can start making a battle plan." Seto groaned, rubbing his temples. He felt a headache coming on.
"Fine, be there in a minute." Closing the phone he grabbed his ever handy bottle of aspirin and walked out the door while popping two down dry. "Fuck."
Maiyu snapped to attention at the ringing noise filled the store. Without hesitation she pulled it out.
"Hello?"
"Maiyu!"
"Demi?"
"Ya." Demi said, mentally commenting that at least someone knew how to answer the damn phone. "Listen, whatever, your doing, drop it and get your ass over here ASAP. We got a serious emergency."
"What is it?"
"Let's just say, that shit's about to hit the fan, and hit it hard."
"Demi, just tell me what's going on?"
"We have about 24 hours to surrender or Amaya's gonna be coming back to us in a body bag." She said, forcing the wave of panic that was slowly seeping through her down.
"Marik has Amaya?"
"Ya, now move your ass, and keep an eyes open on your way back if you driving. Yami thinks that Marik my try to take a few people out while he's got in us in a bad position."
"Hai, I understand." Maiyu answered, looking around. "Be there in five." Without waiting for a reply she hung up the phone and headed the her bike that was parked in the lot.
Yami looked Amaya as she hung up the phone.
"Well, there going to be here soon." She answered. "I had to pull Seto from work, and he wasn't to happy about it, but he's coming."
"Good." He said, not bothering to ask why she was suddenly calling him Seto instead of Kaiba or the fucker. He had a pretty good idea anyway, he wasn't completely stupid - or deaf for that matter. He sighed before placing his head in his hands.
"Don't worry." Demi said, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be fine." He shook his head.
"Not really." He replied. "A lot of people are going to die, maybe even me, after all, this is it. Either I live and Marik dies, or Marik lives and I die. There's no room for compromise." Demi bit her lip, and for the first time doubted her coming into the gang.
'No.' She told herself. 'I knew what I was getting into when I got into this, I knew what it would come down, and I'm not abandoning this gang. From what I can see, were like family in this place, and I'm sure as hell not turning my back on my family.'
A/N: Ok, I know I said that was going to be some Demi/Seto in here, but I decided that I should end the chapter there, plus I just don't have the energy to write anymore! #Wails# Anywho, I'm hoping to end this fic in about ten chapters or less. I need to add a Bakura/Maiyu lemon in here, and it might be in the next chap. Gah, who knows. I can't believe it! This is the first fic that I've actually finished (minus one-shots). After I finish this, I plan to do a sequel, and I already have some of it planned! Anyway, please review!