Chapter One
His hearts apocalypse
I hope you enjoy this fan fiction. It just kind of popped into my head. This chapter is a little short, enjoy any ways. Thank you to all of my friends who support me! I wouldn't have gotten this far with out you! This is my first fan fiction here. Not my first ever, just my first here. I don't like mushy stuff like this. Disclaimer! Your turn Atemu!
Disclaimer: She don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! Or me, so get of my case. She owns this plot line though. So...yeah. She owns nothing but her psychotic mind. And her computer. -' And her stories.
"No!" she cried, grabbing his wrist, but that only gave him another chance to hold her down by pressing her hands against the bed. "Please!" she cried, whimpering with silvery tears trailing down her face. His hips pressed hers to the bed and she whined loudly. Although Ryou and Malik shouldn't be back from there date yet she was hoping they were early and would hear her.
Normally Bakura would punish her in the past, but just recently, he seemed to want to get along with her. Although Amane could have guessed this would happen at one time or another it still scared her to death.
"Please Bakura!" she sobbed. "Don't hurt me! Not this way!" she said, crying. Bakura stopped. It made him think of when he was little...what happened with his father...
Amane stared wide eyed at Bakura as he moved his shirtless body from hers and sat on the side of the bed slumped over. "B-Bakura..." she asked. Bakura turned back to her quickly and she almost screamed. "Don't ever raise your voice to me!" he cried, getting up and slamming the door behind him.
Amane sat there for a moment, suddenly breaking into prayer of thanks for what ever the fuck had stopped Bakura from raping her, which she had known that would've happened. She was pretty sure this was a miracle.