Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Love and Honesty ❯ Betrayal ( Chapter 1 )

Angelbaby: You won't believe it. I wrote this whole first chapter, but then I wrote a second chapter and tried to put it into the story, but I accidentally erased my first chapter. So I had to rewrite my first chapter and put in with my second, so this is my first and second chapter put into one chapter. I shall call it: Fircond. So here is my fircond chapter. Hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh. But I do own Lavie, Zaire, Isis (not T.V one) and Satire.

Warning: slight cursing, references to sex, m/f (if you only go for yaoi) no hikaris, expect Malik, but no Marik (sorry.), Anzu bashing (for all Anzu-Lovers), and Lime. Pairing: Satire/Seto Zaire/Yami Isis/ Malik Lavie/Bakura

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`I HATE YOU, YAMI, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? WHY, YAMI, WHY?"

The words repeated in his head over and over like a bad song.

He didn't know why he did it. He didn't know how he could take it back. All he knew was that he had just lost the love of his life.

`Dammit, dammit, dammit.' He recited as he banged his head against the wall. The night was so fresh in his mind that it was almost like a nightmare that would not go away, almost like he could just touch it and make it all change.

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"Come on, Yami, stay and have a drink with me." Anzu persisted as she clung to Yami.

Yami shook his head in abjection, "I can't. I have to get home to Zaire."

Anzu frowned in disgust at the name. She hated Yami's pet, as she called her, mostly because she had a crush on Yami, but Zaire had already taken him.

"Please, just one?" she said in her best sweet voice.

"No."

"Please."

"I can't."

"Oh, come on. Just one." She stated, this time in a seductive manner.

Yami was getting annoyed by now and thanks to Anzu's death grip, he had no way of escape. "Ok, fine." Anzu's eyes lit up. "But only one." He confirmed.

"Ok." She replied excitedly.

Three hours and eighteen drinks later, Yami was laughing at anything that moved. He wasn't drunk, mind you, he had higher tolerance than that, but by now he was lacking his usual common sense.

"Yami, darling," Anzu started seductively, "lets go somewhere private." She finished nipping his ear.

Yami nodded lacking that common sense of his and followed Anzu to the bathroom. Anzu looked around the pub spotting her prey Zaire entering the bar and that nosy bartender Satire, also a friend of Zaire's, watching her. Perfect. She pulled Yami into the bathroom and immediately rid herself of her shirt and bra. Yami played with her breast as she undid his pants (Angelbaby: can't write anymore * goes to bathroom to hurl*) and thus their activities began.

Zaire made her way over to her friend spotting her at the bar.

"Hey," she greeted with a smile, her golden eyes shinning, "have you seen Yami?"

Satire looked at her black-haired friend, giving a slight smile and a simple `hi' before debating with herself mentally about telling Zaire about Yami and Anzu.

`She'll be devastated. I can't, but I have to. Maybe…" she trailed off seeing Zaire giving her a worried look.

"Are you ok?" she questioned staring into Satire's chalk purple eyes.

Satire nodded her head, "Yeah, I was just thinking about my…" she paused to think of something good, "…ring…I left it in the bathroom. I was worried if it was still there."

Zaire shook her head; relieved her friend was all right, but disappointed at her irresponsible nature.

"I'll be more than happy to get it for you." She laughed.

"Oh, will you, thank you." Satire acted out.

"I'll be back." Zaire called out to her.

Satire sighed already feeling immense pain for the scene her best friend was about to witness. "I'm sorry, Zaire." She whispered to herself.

As Zaire reached the bathroom she heard moaning coming from inside. That was disgusting; sex was a private, passionate thing. She knocked on the door timidly, but got no response. She knocked louder, but was only met by a slight scream.

She sighed, frustrated. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door, "Please forgive me, but I must get some-" she stopped when she saw the two on the floor.

Crimson eyes looked back into that of the sun. The moment hitting him like a brick, he was on the bathroom floor with Anzu riding him and Zaire…Zaire was…watching. `Shit' was the first word that came to thought.

Zaire's eyes began to water. She couldn't hold it anymore. How could Yami just lay there and look so…so…

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME YAMI?" She exploded, "AND WITH THAT BITCH OF ALL PEOPLE. HUH? HOW COULD YOU, YAMI? I HATE YOU. WHY, YAMI, WHY? WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? YOU'D RATHER BE WITH THAT SLUT? THEN, FINE, BECAUSE IT OVER, YAMI!" she then turned and ran from the scene.

Anzu had a very victorious look on her face, but Yami was in complete shock. `Wait' tried to escape his lips, but it had got lodged in his throat. He quickly threw Anzu off him to retrieve his clothes.

Anzu grabbed his ankle, "Don't go. You heard her. She doesn't want you, but don't worry I do." She said the last part seductively.

Yami looked at her with disgust and ran from the room and out the club in search of his love.

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When Yami had caught up with Zaire she told him to fuck off. Yami knew he had blown it. Zaire was very big on trust, he guessed it was from her messed up child hood, but he loved her and would do anything to get her back.

He stripped down to his boxers and got into bed. How was he going to fix this? He rolled over and let a single tear slip from his eye. ` Zaire, I love you.' He thought before he slipped into a restless sleep.

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"Yami, you're screwed." Bakura commented after Yami had told him the whole story. "How could you do something so morbidly degrading?" Bakura took another bite of his hamburger, looking at Yami with amusement, "It's repulsive, debasing, revolting, nauseating-

"OK, BAKURA," Yami stopped him, "I get it." Yami lowered his voice once he realized he was gaining stares. He sighed staring out the window wondering why he told Bakura, of all people, this vital information. He needed advice, not derision. The best person to talk to would have been Seto, but since Satire was his girlfriend and Zaire was Satire's best friend, the chances were he was already converted to their side.

Bakura looked at Yami seeing that this was really tearing him apart. He groaned realizing he was going to have to get serious. "Listen," he stated getting Yami's attention, "I'll tell Vie (Angelbaby: pronounced `V' like the letter. Short for Lavie `La V' in case you didn't know) to talk to her and she can tell us everything she says, how about that?"

Yami smiled slightly glad his friend was trying to be helpful. "I think that's a wonderful idea, thanks."

Bakura rolled his eyes, disgusted by the tender moment. "Yeah whatever, but you owe me. Now eat and stop drowning yourself in your own misery. You know she is incapable of going too long without at least hearing your voice."

Yami chuckled knowing that was true, `Emphasis on the 'was'', he thought sadly, taking a sip of his drink.

Strong calloused hands traveled slowly down smooth, tanned skinned. Lips dueled in a heated passion. Stray fingers danced in auburn hair. Blue sapphire looked into pale purple.

"Satire," Seto breathed, "You'll never know just how much I love you."

Satire smiled, "As long as I don't catch you with someone else on the bathroom floor."

"I have a feeling this is getting personal." Seto joked.

She slapped him playfully, "I'm serious. Zaire was truly hurt. You know how much she loves him."

Seto pouted, "I know, but I think she should forgive him this one time. I mean you can do some crazy shit when you're drunk. You know that, you do work at a bar."

"Yeah, and if I was working the side of the bar that they were on, I would had told that bitch to fuck off. I can't believe Yami actually stayed."

Seto sat up seeing that they weren't going to end up doing what he had hoped to do earlier. "Koi, you know that Anzu can be pretty annoying and the only way to get rid of her is to do as she pleases."

Satire readied herself for an argument; she loved a good debate; she was very combative, "Even screwing her?" she quarreled.

Seto moaned; he should have stopped when he had the chance. "No tenshi, I'm not saying that."

"Then what are you saying, Seto?" she was becoming pissed.

"Can we just have sex, please?" Seto tried his best to look defenseless, but only succeeded in hitting a nerve.

Satire stood sharply and grabbed her coat, "Thank you, Kaiba, you have just proven to me that guys have a one track mind and could give a shit about anything else, even a relationship. Good day." And she walked out the door leaving Seto in a dumb state.

`Crap,' he thought, `I don't know what just happened, but she called me Kaiba and that's never good.' He fell backwards on the couch in an exhausted manner, `Thanks for ruining it for us all Yami.'

Angelbaby: That's it for now. If I get at least 1 review (Yes 1, I'm not picky) I'll make the next possibly a lemon and quick update, but only if I get a review, just one please. Thanks to anyone who reads. Hoped you liked.