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Warnings: Language, Sexual Refrence.))----
Samantha was out on her own; she'd left Yami and Yuugi to enjoy time to their selves. Yami held Yuugi's hand, their fingers twined together; they were headed back to the suite. Yuugi stopped when a curvy girl with short brown hair brushed passed him. "Wait in the Café for me Yami."
Yami despite the nod gave a curious expression. He was sure he would find out what was up in a few moments.
Yuugi let go of Yami's hand, and turned to follow the girl. She really could work her way through the crowd. Experience he told himself, as he himself didn't have any and had to keep on saying excuse me to everyone he 'touched'. Thankfully she was traveling a straight shot, so he'd be able to find his way back easily. Finally the crowd thinned, and he saw her going into dress shop. She'd stationed herself at a rack of black formal dresses. Yuugi took her appearance in; she was wearing a white button top, and a short black skirt. Again he took in her curves and hair. He tapped her shoulder, and she spun around. "Anzu!" Now that he was for sure, he wasn't sure if he wanted to be.
"Yuugi!" Anzu squeaked, and then her shocked expression softened. "No one told me you were coming my way."
Yuugi smiled, and brushed a bang back in place. The walk had made his appearance tousled. "It was a spur of the moment decision."
Anzu took in Yuugi's appearance. He was as tall as Yami, not at tanned, but more muscle toned. His neck didn't have the collar. As Anzu looked over Yuugi a nervous feeling crept over him like a vine on a fence. "I've got to get going, I just wanted to know if it was you. Maybe I'll see you around." He turned to leave, but was stopped as she grabbed his hand.
Anzu pulled Yuugi close and whispered. "You know…" She pressed herself against him. It had been a while since she'd been with a man. She knew Yuugi, and last she knew Yuugi was waiting out his 10-year sentence before he could be with Yami. "I'm lonely. You're lonely. We could go back to my place for a little fun."
Yuugi's eyes grew the size of saucers, but at least he held back red from staining his cheeks. What the fuck is up with Anzu? Doesn't she remember Yami and me? "Yami's waiting for me Anzu." He firmly stated.
"You've got a little time haven't you?" Anzu persisted. "He won't know because I'm not going to tell him." She pouted just a little, to try and sway him.
Yuugi's eyes narrowed. "Yami and me don't keep secrets." He hesitated, for Rah only knows why. It was just what she needed. She pressed her lips against his. The moment he hissed, she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Yuugi growled, and bit down on her tongue. Every sensible thought returned to him, and he pushed her into the rack of dresses. "I told you Yami is waiting for me."
"Oh, you're not wearing your collar. I thought that was your symbol of a promise to one another." Anzu winked. "Even if you are waiting you cannot even see him for what…" Anzu paused tasting her own blood. "Another 5 years. So come on a little fun cannot hurt. That must be the reason your collars off." She went to lean into him again.
Yuugi tucked the mention of the collar into memory. He held his expression straight to not let Anzu know she had caught him off guard. He smacked Anzu across the cheek, and then spit the liquid mixture of saliva and her blood at her shoe. "You've become a whore!" He turned, and headed for the door. "Forget that I said that I'd see you around."
Anzu pursed her lips, and crossed her arms. "Be that way." She hollered out, attracting a few extra eyes more so than the ones already earned. She rubbed her cheek, and watched his retreating form. He seemed persistent about Yami waiting for him. Curiosity got the better of her; she straightened herself, and followed after him.
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Yuugi stopped out side the café to tidy his appearance. Yami didn't realize he had Anzu's blood trickled down his chin. Yami was watching the door it had been 30 minutes. Yami figured he'd have returned by now.
Anzu gasped as she looked into the widow, and saw both Yami and Yuugi sitting together. Her eyes narrowed, and she headed off on down the street. She knew this area all to well, and it wouldn't be hard to call around to find out where they were staying. A smug look on her face; she'd get Yuugi back.
"You alright?" Yami noticed the blood on his chin, as Yuugi took a seat. He leaned forward the wiped the blood from Yuugi's chin.
"I'm fine." Yuugi looked at Yami's fingers, and sighed softly. "It's nothing." Yuugi forced a smile.
Yami couldn't see any marks on Yuugi, but still blood wasn't something to be fine over. Pressing further. "Where did you go?"
Knowing that Yami wasn't going to stop persisting until he explained gave in. "When we were turning into the Café I noticed Anzu. I noticed her because she brushed against me on accident. I followed her into a dress shop." Yuugi took a sip of Yami's coffee. "I hope never to see that whore Anzu again."
Yami gave a look to Yuugi. Putting Anzu, and whore into one sentence had only been used in the story Jou and Seto had told him of how Molly came to be. Yuugi was all for staying in the middle. While he didn't agree with Anzu's actions, she had redeemed herself somewhat, so he didn't feel Anzu deserved a complete cold shoulder. However, now Yuugi was putting Anzu and whore into one sentence… "What happened?"
"She was insisting that since I don't currently wear a collar that I was looking for a good time." Yuugi growled, anger in his eyes. "The filth had the nerve to push herself onto me, even went as far to put her tongue in my mouth." Just as Yuugi's eyes narrowed so did Yami's. "So I bit her tongue, slapped her in the face, and I told her that I didn't want anything to do with her. That I never wanted to see her again." He sighed heavily, and relaxed his look.
Yami relaxed his own look. He got up, and stood behind Yuugi and rubbed his shoulders. "I'm sorry you had to find disappointment in a friend Yuugi."
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Anzu was sitting by herself in the coffee street around the corner from her apartment. Samantha sat down in the chair across from Anzu taking in the curvy woman dressed in a white blouse, and black mini skirt; with shoulder length brown hair, and blue eyes. Anzu raised a brow as she took in the leather-clad woman, with fiery red hair and eyes to match. "May I help you?" Anzu took a sip of her coffee, and her eyes became slits.
Samantha lifted her leg, and slid her boot between Anzu's legs. Anzu took a deep breath. She tired to get up, but found herself restrained by invisible bonds. Samantha's eyes became speckled with gold, and her voice because the haunting tune of the puzzle. "Mater fact you can." Silence.
Anzu had herd the voice once before, 5 years ago when Yami had gotten his body. She took a heavy breath, but before she could speak Samantha broke the silence. "You think your 'A' grade, all that and a bag of chips. But your tricks make you a few fries short of a meal." Samantha leaned forward almost completely exposing her chest. Anzu's eyes became saucers; she could feel herself becoming hot. "You've used your body to get what you want." Anzu put on her most innocent look. Samatha rolled her eyes. "Rah, and your God can over look, perhaps even forgive what you did to Jou, all the other men, and even Yuugi." Anzu's eyes narrowed, how could she know? "I Yami and Yuugi's guardian will not forgive you trying to defile Yuugi's body. I am here to punish."
"Punishment?" Anzu hissed low.
Samantha leaned in further, her rosy nipples peeking over the leather top. Samantha's boot slid over the unprotected treasures. Anzu bit her lip. How the café was unware of this show was beyond her, but she was sure magic was apart of it much like her binds.
Samantha's voice became sultry. " Much as you've used your body to get what you want. Today I'm going to use you to get what I want." She retracted her boot, and stood up. "You can come willing, or I can take you by force."
Anzu stood up. She had to get off some how. Fuck, what was she thinking. She was confused, and needing. Force sounded just that, painful. Willing, well at least she'd maybe enjoy it.
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Samantha had dressed and made herself presentable. Her eyes pure gold, she put her lips close to Anzu's ear. "If you ever use your body for personal gain other than satisfaction of obtaining an orgasm you will never find another that will be able to pleasure you."
"Understood." Anzu muttered in her half sleep state.
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They were sitting in the kitchen having just finished dinner. "Anzu mentioned a collar. Why isn't it around my neck." Yuugi had a look of concern on his face. This apparently was bothering him more than he was letting on.
Yami took Yuugi's hand, straight faced. "Samantha removed it when she removed me from your memory." Yami sighed. "I don't know whether or not I'm allowed to give it back to you."
"Anzu said it was our promise to each other." Yuugi's looked into Yami's eyes. "Regardless, we are still promised aren't we?"
Yami smiled. He stood up, and Yuugi raised a brow. Neither said a word as Yami went to their room. He returned with a box, and positioned himself behind Yuugi. He removed the collar from the box, and placed it around Yuugi's neck. "We are promised."
Yuugi's eyes widened in surprised, and he turned around to face Yami. "What if this isn't allowed?"
"I'm only sorry I didn't do it sooner. But, I doubt she'll have little to say. It was originally removed to get my attention." Yami pinned Yuugi against the fridge, and gave that reserved smirk. "Now that it has been placed back around your neck, maybe it will get her attention."
Yuugi was excited, yet scared. "I don't want to loose you."
"You won't loose me." Yami leaned in and captured Yuugi's lips before he could say another word.
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Samantha entered the suite, heading for the kitchen for some ice cream before going to her bedroom. She stood in the doorframe, to a show of Yuugi with an open shirt, and pants around his ankles pressed against the fridge. He was holding the handle for appeared to be dear life as his back arched, and his head threw back. Yami had an open shirt, his pants framing his hips, taking Yuugi. She noticed the collar on Yuugi's neck, and smirked. They were oblivious that she'd even entered the suite let alone the kitchen. She decided to grab some cookies instead.
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((On average it takes me about 2 to 4 hours to write up a chapter. This chapter took me over 8 hours to write, if you count rewrites and revisions. It took even longer than that if you count the hours it spent being in the thought process. I am frustrated, beyond fiddling point, so I hope the ending was good. It was meant to be cute… You know despite all the… Hope you know what I'm going for because at this point I've lost site. Joking; See you next chapter!))