Disclaimer- I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh

Full Summary- Left with nothing, Amelda lives his life day by day regretting his past. Haunted by the demons Amelda lives his life alone to keep from getting hurt. But, when the former Swordsman of Doma unintentionally becomes Anzu’s bodyguard he soon develops feelings for her. Anzu is everything he could want, kind, compassionate, and sees him for what he is worth and not as a meaningless face. Yet, problems ensue when friends and family find out about their growing relationship. How can Amelda be with the only girl who can when the whole world wants them apart? A tale of love and passion, pain and regret, understanding and self worth that will make you wonder, is love enough?

Bodyguard
Chapter 1
Savior

How long had it been? Was it a few weeks, a month, close to a year perhaps since that day? He could not clearly remember nor did he care to remember. The wind rushed passed him, his eyes focused on the road ahead of him, dodging cars easily on his motorcycle. His trench coat flapped in the breeze wildly behind him, allowing brief glimpses of his well-sculpted body under the tight midriff baring shirt he wore. His hands under his fingerless black gloves gripped the bars of the bike tightly. His black pants were baggy, his boots scuffed. Most people found him awkward for wearing such clothing. Yet he did not care what people thought of him.

Amelda, former duelist for Dartz, rode his bike down the outskirts of Domino. This was a place where people feared going. He did not care. He lived in this tough spot for a little over four months. Many of the local thugs tried to pick fights with him but he soon taught them a lesson or two. After being through hell and back, these people were nothing to him. They would not hurt him, not like how Dartz had. How he cursed that man more than anyone he ever met. He ruined his life, leaving him alone.

The decrepit buildings he passed by were abandoned or home to gangs and such. He stopped his bike at an old looking building with florescent lights on saying, “Last Chance” then name of the club or bar. He had been in there many times, and no one ever asked him his age or even for an ID. Probably because around here no one cared what the other did. If someone was being attacked, people passed by as if nothing were happening. This happened often because no one wanted to be mixed up with the wrong people. Amelda turned the ignition off and placed the keys in his trench coat pocket. Then he slid off the helmet he was wearing. He placed it on his bike, not caring if someone took it or not. It was a stupid helmet anyway. He usually never wore one but since he got a job, he was required to wear one by his boss.

His red hair fell into his face but he quickly brushed it back with his hand. He walked to the door and could hear the sound of annoying music playing already. He pushed it open and then met with cigarette smoke, drunken laughter, and darkness. For him, it felt like the right place to be. The place was like his mood, grim.

The places had ugly brown painted walls, broken tiled floor, and several of the lamps flickered on and off every so often. There was a long counter for people to sit and order drinks. Behind it was a large man wiping glasses. He had beady yellow eyes and no hair on his round head. He was pudgy but you could tell that at one point he was at the peak of fitness. There were several booths in the place with small lamps hanging over them. The tables had burn holes in them, chip marks, and grime covered them. In one corner there was a pool table that looked beaten up. One of the pool sticks was cracked in half, to what Amelda believe happened in a fight He believed it especially since there was a dark stain on the edge of the pool table resembling blood. He could care less about it though, as he sat on a barstool.

He slumped slightly forward, propping his elbows on the counter. To his left was a bowl of stale food and to his right empty shot glasses. One man a few seats away from him sat passed out on the counter clutching a glass in his hand. Amelda turned his eyes to the sound of creaking coming from his left. The bartender looked at him with a stupid smirk on his face, showing off his teeth, two that were missing. The man let out a chuckle to which Amelda gave him a sharp glare.

“Well look who it is,” The bartender growled. “The pretty boy is back. What, did you have a tough time with your delivery job? BWA, HA, HA!”

The bartender set a glass in front of Amelda filled with a clear liquid. Amelda smirked, took the cup, and shoved in the face of the man passed out next to him. The man jumped up, wide-awake as the liquid drenched his face. He then let out a hiccup and tried to remember where he was.

“Give me something strong, I had to deal with a few idiots today and I am not in the mood for this crap,” he said.

The bartender waved his large beefy hands in the air as if he was scared. He got out a bottle of sake and poured Amelda shot. The former Doma’s swordsman went to pick up the shot when the hand clamped to the top of the cup. Amelda looked up and saw the bartender stretching his hand out, waiting for the money. Pulling out his wallet from his back pocket, he paid the man enough yen for his drink. He brought the shot glass to his lips. Then tilting his head back he drank down the cool liquid and slammed the shot glass down. It went down easy. He did not order another because he did not need a hangover for tomorrow. If he did, his boss would fire him.

Amelda rubbed his tired face and once again sat with his elbows on the bar. Absently his right hand fell to his pocket where the toy his brother, Miruko, gave him. He held onto tightly, but never removed it from the pocket. He casually brought his hand up and ran it through his red locks, making the strands fly everywhere but then settle back the same way.

I was a fool back then, wasn’t I Miruko? Amelda thought as he watched the bartender take his glass away. I fell for that idiot’s lies and nearly destroyed the world. Look at me now, a pathetic delivery boy- the only job I could get while living in this rat hole. God, when I was with Dartz at least I had a decent living arrangement. But, back then, I was thinking about nothing but revenge too, against Seto Kaiba. Yet the person I should have gotten my revenge on was Dartz, and I did not get to. Instead, I ended up getting my soul sucked out and left helpless.

Amelda growled, clenching his fists tightly. He wanted to hit something hard. Hit anything that would release the anger in him. Dartz had ruined him. He wanted revenge but Dartz was long gone now. Who knew what happened to him? Maybe he died but Amelda did not want that. No, he wanted him alive so he could kill him.

Just then, he felt a soft hand against his shoulder. The red head averted his eyes from the counter and found a girl staring at him. The girl, no woman, had curly bleach flaxen locks, fair skin, which piled under make up. She wore a corset top, a black mini skirt, and thigh high boots. She had a cigarette in between the fingers of her free hand. She puffed at her cigarette and gave him a smile.

“What’s a stud like you doing tonight?” she asked her voice low and seductive.

Amelda glared at her, clearly not interested but the girl was determined to get him interested. She flicked her smoke to the floor and stepped on it. Bringing her hands up to his chest, she gently blew against his ear. The former swordsman let out a growl, warning her to get off. When she did not listen, Amelda brought his elbow back, hitting her in the stomach, at the same time pushing her away. He glared daggers at her, his eyes narrow slits. The girl held her hands off in defense finally taking the hint he wanted to be alone.

The bartender gave Amelda a sharp look and then went back to wiping his glasses. The red head let out a growl and stood up annoyed. He could not even find a place to get away and think. No, not in this rat hole as he put it. He got up and left the place without a word.

Stepping outside, it was now dark. He wondered where the time went, how long had he been sitting there, thinking. Right now, he wished he had a watch on him. Sighing, he walked over to his motorcycle pulling out the keys when he felt a drop of rain. He cursed, realizing he would have to drive back in this weather. He began to get onto his bike when he heard a loud scream. His head snapped over to the sound as he saw someone running down the sidewalk across the street. It was a girl. Who cares, she was probably some stupid whore or so he thought. When he heard her voice again, it sounded so vaguely familiar. He turned around and saw the girl running. Short brown hair, deep azure eyes, and long slender body dressed in a waitress uniform. Just then, a group of four thugs cornered her. She headed down an alleyway trying to get away.

Where have I met her before? Amelda thought.

He got off his bike and headed down the alleyway. Once there he heard the sound of faint screams and groans mixed into one. When he turned a corner, his eyes widened as he saw the girl lying on the ground, crimson juice flowing from head and left side. She was lying in a puddle of water and blood thanks to the rain. The rain-washed over them, but the thugs began to search through the girl's purse for some easy cash and whatnot.

Amelda stared but when he saw the face of the girl, he remembered her. It was the same girl he saw a few months ago when he was one of Doma’s Four Swordsmen. She was cheering the Pharaoh on to beat Gurimo. Then, he saw her only one more time after that but vaguely. Why was she out in this neighborhood especially at night? Seeing her unconscious, Amelda felt sorry for her. Her kind should not be in this place. His eyes flashed at the four thugs who did not even notice him yet.

“HEY YOU,” Amelda shouted.

The four men jumped. Obviously startled because they dropped the purse letting the cell phone and the other contents of her purse fall to the ground. The four thugs looked at him and laughed, not intimidated by Amelda’s boyish good looks.

“Leave the girl alone and I swear I won’t hurt you.” Amelda threatened, no emotion passing through his eyes.

His eyes narrowed and he glared at the four. They laughed and each of them pulled out a weapon. One carried a bat, another brass knuckles, one had a chain, and the other knife. Amelda stared at them analyzing the situation. Four against one, Amelda just grinned.

“Why don’t you turn away and pretend you did not see anything,” the man with the chain spoke. He had a toothpick sitting out of his mouth, a black bandana wrapped around his head, a muscle shirt, and black jeans on.

Amelda did not move from his spot. Instead, he crossed his arms across his chest and stared at them. The rain poured down heavy, drenching the thugs, Amelda, and the unconscious girl. The thugs inched their way toward the red head but he did not budge or show any fear. The thugs grinned but then the man with the chain spoke again.

“Turn around and pretend you did not see a thing.” He growled.

Amelda stared and then suddenly turned around. He took a step forward as if he was going to leave the alley. When his back was turned, the man with the bat went to strike at him. With sudden speed, Amelda spun around and caught the bat. The man’s eyes widened and Amelda grinned, giving him a hard kick in the gut and sending him into some nearby garbage cans. When he turned around the man with the chain tried to use it to beat the red head but he blocked with his arm getting the chain wrapped around his hand. He tugged hard and then sent the man into wall. The other two thugs stared in disbelief. Instead of going at him separately, the two tried to double team on him. Amelda was much faster though. Using the bat, he threw it at the man with the knife, smashing his hand. The sound of bones crunching could be heard. The man screamed and fell to his knees while Amelda used the chain to restrain the man with the brass knuckles.

After slamming the man with the brass knuckles into a pile of crates, he walked over to the man who was holding the knife and grinned. The man scrambled to get the knife but Amelda kicked it aside and then place his muddy boot against his face.

“Like I said if you left her alone, you would not have gotten hurt,” Amelda laughed sinisterly.

Then with a sharp kick, he sent the man to the sprawling to the ground. Slicking his wet hair back, he felt the fight as a sort of a release. He only wished it were Dartz he was taking it out on and not these pathetic idiots. He walked over to the girl and checked her. She was not hurt badly but she was out cold. After gathering her belongings, he gathered the girl up in his arms and carried her to his motorcycle across the street. His place was a mile or two from here. It would be hell trying to keep the girl on his bike but he would manage. Placing her in front of him, he made sure she was safely nestled against him so she would not fall off. He started up his bike and drove off not bothering with his helmet.

As he drove through the pouring rain, he wondered what this girl’s name was. He knew her but he did not recall her name at all. Then again, back then her name was not at all important. He shrugged it off as he turned a corner.

Once arriving at his dilapidated apartment building, he safely parked his bike on the side where no one would see it. He tossed the keys in his pocket and then carried the girl in his arms. He stepped inside the apartment building and saw the front desk with a protective glass around it. The caretaker did not take any chances, like most people living in this area. He headed up a set of creaky old wooden steps. As he walked, he left a trail of water. After going up five flights of stairs and going down a long hallway, he made it to the thing he called home. He unlocked the door, although it would have been easier to kick the door open then trying to jiggle the knob. He flicked on the light switch and he was home.

His apartment was barely three rooms. Bedroom, bathroom, and the living room and kitchen were one room combined. He had a raggedy old couch that was left by the previous owner. He did not want to know what happened to them but at least he has some furniture. Then again, he never had guests over so it did not matter. He had a stove that did anything but work, a refrigerator that had nothing but a light bulb and empty ice cube trays inside, and a rusty sink that needed a minute or two of running before clean water came up.

So, the living arrangements were not what he pictured but then again he rarely spent time here. Kicking the door with the back of his heel to close it he walked through the tiny living room kitchen. He carried her to his bedroom, which had a window that he could never open when he wanted, or close. Luckily, now it was closed. His bed was conveniently a queen-sized bed. It was the only thing decent in his apartment. Aside from the bathroom, which he had had to clean himself.

Gently he laid the brown haired girl on the bed. He quickly got some rags he had and cleaned off the wounds that were inflicted. Luckily, it was nothing too bad as he observed earlier. He undid the buttons of her wet uniform. Not only did he need to remove it clean her wounds, he could not leave her in it so she would get sick. He discarded the uniform to the side, leaving the girl in her undergarments. Although the girl was young, he had to admit she had a very developed body. Tearing his eyes away, he went back to work. She had a small cut on her head, which he washed and wrapped up first. She had a second on her side that was larger and would hurt much later especially since bruises were already forming. When he was done, he pulled the old blanket over her so she would be warm.

After finishing, he stripped from his shirt and trench coat, hanging them on a banister in the bathroom. He changed into a different pair of pants and boxers and toweled himself off. He furiously rubbed the towel over his wet hair trying to dry it the best he could. When it was just slightly damp, he hung the towel up next to his things. Leaving the bathroom, he walked back to his room to see the girl. He walked over to check on her. He brushed his hand to her forehead and felt it was cold. Amelda swore loudly and began to rub his hands over her arms.

“Idiot, what were you doing out there?” he cursed as if he she could hear him. “Were you trying to get yourself killed? If I don’t warm you up you could get a fever or something. Last thing I need is to drag your ass to a hospital and explain why you’re injured. Then get my ass hauled into jail.”

When rubbing her arms did not seem to warm her up, Amelda knew, there was only one thing to do. He needed a source of heat that would warm her up. The only thing he had was himself. Letting out a groan, clearly annoyed, he climbed into bed next to her and held her in his arms. She was so cold compared to his warm body. He stared at his ceiling as he held the now shivering girl against him. Soon enough the girl would begin to soak up his warmth. Hopefully, it would be enough. Amelda closed his eyes and let out another groan. This was not how he pictured his day to go. He wanted to just come home and sleep, not take care of some girl he knew yet did not know.

This is what I get for being a nice guy. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip around. He could feel her body becoming warmer, sucking up his body heat. Soon he fell into a light sleep.

X, X, X,

Warm, I feel so warm. It feels so good but it is hard to breathe. I’m suffocating but something smells so nice. Smells like…

Anzu’s eyes flashed open and she came face to face with a chest. Her eyes went wide as the size of golf balls. It was then she realized she was no longer in the safe confines of a bedroom. She was not even in her home. There was an arm around her and a hand on her shoulder. Where was she? Anzu sat up and saw she was in the arms of a man. She made a noise as if she was about to run. When the covers fell down from her she let out an ear-piercing scream. The sound of the screaming woke up the red head next to her. His eyes fluttered open and he turned to his side and sat up in bed. Anzu stared at his amazingly sculpted back before she let out another scream and grabbed the sheet to cover her nearly naked body.

“Would you shut up already?” Amelda was clearly annoyed. He began to shake his left arm, which had become numb since Anzu laid on it all night.

“What the hell is going on?” Anzu wailed. “Who are you? What am I doing here? Oh my God, are you one of those muggers? SOMEONE HELP ME!”

Amelda let out a groan and covered his ears from hearing her screams. Right now, he thought it would have been a good idea to dump her at some hospital. At least then, he would not have to listen to her screaming. Finally fed up, he rounded on her and said in the most vicious tone he could spit out, “SHUT THE HELL UP, ALREADY!”

Anzu quivered, hugging the sheet tighter to her. She stared at the man with fear in her eyes. She had no idea where she was or what had happened. Amelda noticed that she looked like she was going to burst out crying at any moment. That was the LAST thing he needed. He had no idea how to handle a crying girl. Deciding to get her to shut up easier he decided to lay on the guilt.

“Is this what I get for saving your life? God, you are so ungrateful.” He rubbed his sleepy arm.

“Save my life?” Anzu questioned suspiciously.

“Uh yeah, if it weren’t for me you would have been stripped of your money, dignity, and from what I take it your virginity.” Amelda smirked but Anzu sent him a glare. Anzu did not deny she was virgin, she very well was one but the fact that he was making fun of her made her angry.

“How do I know you didn’t strip me of it,” She snapped. “Where are my clothes, why did you undress me?”

Amelda who was now stretching his body stared at the girl as if she was an idiot. He ran a hand through his hair, setting the red locks astray.

“One: you were bleeding on your side. I had to take off your clothes to clean it. Two: it was raining and if I left you in those wet clothes, you would have been sick. Three: You were chilled to the bone and since the best way to warm someone up is body heat, I stayed with you all night. Besides, I refuse to sleep on a lumpy couch.”

Anzu rubbed her aching head. She could not believe this man. He was not that much older then she but he seemed so familiar it was uncanny. She heard that voice before and the face seemed familiar but she could not remember. Now she owed her life to him, some stranger. Anzu heard the sound of the floor creaking. Amelda disappeared into a room and came back out with Anzu’s uniform. It was completely dirty and blood was on it.

“I’ll be back, there’s a washing room in the basement. I’ll get this clean for you.”

Anzu blinked. “Wait, what am I suppose to wear then?”

Amelda sighed and opened a closet where he had very few clothing inside. He yanked out a long t-shirt, one of three he had, and threw it at her. Without a word, he left his apartment. Anzu could not help but think on how grim the placed look. It looked like it would fall apart in a second. Slipping on the shirt, she at least felt better now that she was not so exposed. The sleeves came up over hands and the bottom of the shirt came to her mid thigh. She pulled up on the shirt to keep it from slipping down on of her shoulders. A few minutes later, Amelda returned. When Anzu saw him again, she tried to remember who he was but it seemed impossible. Amelda was thinking the same.

“What’s your name girl?” he asked.

“I’m not telling you,” Anzu said in defense, still not sure, if she could trust him.

“I know, I know you from somewhere.” He continued ignoring her comment. “You were there when that kid, Yugi was battling Gurimo and Raphael.”

Anzu stared at him. Yes, he was there too. How could she forget? Then again, she never talked to him in person before. He was one of the three swordsmen of Doma. Anzu gasped and backed herself away from him.

“You’re one of those freaks on the motorcycle that tried to capture souls!”

“Amelda,” he said not wanting to be called a freak, “Nice to meet you too.”

Anzu’s mouth hung open, her lower lip quivering. She was afraid of this man. Why would he save her? Maybe he wanted something from her. She edged her way to the other side of the bed farther from him and tried to stand. When she did, she felt a sudden twinge of pain. She let out a small cry and sat back down on the bed. Amelda walked over to her and took her ankle. Anzu yelped as if he burned her and tried to push him away but he restrained her.

“Quit being a baby! If I was going to hurt you I would have done it already, idiot!” he spat out. Anzu stopped and he looked at her ankle. He pressed against it and then turned it a certain way, inspecting every aspect. He let her leg go and stood up done with his diagnosis.

“Just a sprain, try not to move too much.”

Anzu stared at him and felt foolish. She had seen the bandages on her side and felt the one on her head. She remembered when she was running she lost her footing from her shoes and fell. That was when the thugs caught up to her. She hung her head down in shame. She was acting, as he said it, like a baby. Tears began to weld up in her eyes and she began to cry. When Amelda heard her, he inwardly cursed, wishing he could have avoided this.

“Oh stop crying, it’s not like it’s the end of the world.” He said, not making her feel better at all.

“But, I could have been raped or even killed last night if it were not for you.” She sniffled.

“That reminds me, how big of an idiot are you to be walking out in a neighborhood like this?”

Those words proved not to be the brightest thing to say because she just cried even more. Amelda scratched the back of his head. He was getting really irritated by her crying. Before he could even speak, the younger girl spoke out.

“I work near by,” she choked out.

“You work here? Are you kidding me? This place is crawling with muggers, gangs, and shit. Why would a girl like you get a job here? Are you that big of an idiot?”

Anzu shot him a nasty glare. “HOW COULD YOU UNDERSTAND!”

“Well, make me understand, idiot.”

Anzu wiped her eyes with the back of the sleeve. She looked over at Amelda who was stretching out and waiting to hear her explanation.

“I needed a job,” she began. “I needed a job so I can go study dance in New York. It is not cheap either so I needed a job that can pay a lot more. The problem is, after school jobs are forbidden in my high school. I would be expelled so I had to find a place to work where I would not get spotted. Then the problem with finding a job that was not during school. So that restaurant I work at, I get paid and no one from my school goes to it.”

“You would risk your neck to get money for some stupid dancing school?” Amelda said, bewildered.

“If my boss did not keep my after work I would have made the bus and there would not have been a problem!” she retorted. “It would have dropped me off right in front of my school and I could have walked back to my house. Wait a minute, what time is it?”

“Around eight thirty,” Amelda replied.

“EIGHT THIRTY! I am so late for school. My parents must be worried sick for me!”

Anzu began to panic. Without thinking she stood up and then nearly fell to the ground had Amelda not been standing in front of her. She bumped straight into him and fell back on the bed with a thump. She began to rub her swollen ankle, biting her lip to keep herself from crying. Amelda knelt down, took a piece of cloth, and wrapped it around her ankle tightly to give her support.

“Next time, listen to me when I say stay off it. You’re not going anywhere until your clothes are clean and dried.”

Anzu sighed and then watched him, noticing he was in just jeans. She felt her face grow red. She never really saw a man like this standing in front of her like that. She remember going to the water park with Yugi a while ago and he looked like a little kid. Amelda looked like a man, well built, strong, with boyish good looks. Amelda pulled out a shirt from his closet, this one was midriff bearing. Anzu however could not help but chuckle.

“What’s so funny?” Amelda asked turning his head to her.

“Your shirt,” she replied. “It’s funny because it’s so short and tight.”

“Yeah well at least it won’t get caught. No one can grab me by it when I’m in a fight. That’s an advantage.”

Anzu nodded and then wondered something. She looked up at Amelda and was about to ask him something when he got up. He went into his living room and brought her purse to her.

“How did you know I wanted it?” she asked.

“Well figures you had a lot of cash and a cell phone in it, I think you’d want it back” he shrugged his broad shoulders. “Anyway, I’m going to get something to eat… want anything?”

He asked the last part reluctantly. He did not have much to offer anyone. The most he had were very cheap convenient foods. He never could go out to eat or even buy quality food. Then again, he needed a stove that would actually cook to do it.

“Whatever is good,” she replied. Anzu could tell by his living arrangements he probably did not have much to eat. She slowly stood up, trying not to put pressure on her swollen ankle. After adjusting the shirt, she followed him into the kitchen/living room.

“Don’t expect anything gourmet,” he said as he rummaged through a cupboard. “I only sleep here really.”

“I can tell,” Anzu said absently causing Amelda to grunt. Anzu then immediately added, “It could use some fixing up. Some paint and a rug could do some good.”

“Yeah well if I had money to throw around, I wouldn’t be eating instant food.” He growled.

“Sorry,” Anzu apologized as he handed her a wrapped ongiri, a rice ball wrapped in nori seaweed.

“It’s not the best idea for breakfast but at least you won’t starve.” She nodded and took a bite. It was not as good as homemade ones, but she ate it anyway. She did not want to be rude after everything he been doing. Amelda stuffed his ongiri in his mouth and chewed quick and swallowed. He then headed for the door but before he left, he announced he was going to get her clothes from the washer.

Once he left Anzu nibbled on her ongiri. She would love to have some rice and miso soup right now but she got over it. In addition, the ongiri tasted somewhat stale. Yet, Amelda did not seem to care. He probably lived on what little food, not caring how bad it tasted as long as he had something. She could hear the sound of creaking steps outside. She quickly shoved the rest of the food in her mouth and swallowed. A moment later Amelda returned holding her uniform, clean, dry and folded.

“You can change in the bathroom and if you want you can use it.” He said.

Anzu nodded and headed for the bathroom slowly. Amelda watched her limp off. When she was gone, he wished she declined his offer for food. He was still hungry and but he was being paid today. When she got out of the bathroom, she was back in her uniform. A blue one-piece dress stopped at just above the knees. It had three silver buttons going down from a high collar. There was a slight tear on the side, which she would have to sew.

“You ready to go, girl?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah.” She replied, “Where are we going?”

“I’m taking you home, stupid. I have to get to work in an hour and I’m not going to leave you in this piece of crap apartment.”

“Oh, yeah, I knew that.”

Amelda sighed and held the door open so she could walk out. When she was out, he locked the door behind him, not as if it mattered because he had nothing of value to steal. The two walked down the creaky hallway. In one room, Anzu could hear a baby crying and shouting from another as she and Amelda walked down the stairs. She looked up at him but he did not seem disturbed. He was probably use to it. Once passing by the front desk Anzu felt even more uncomfortable seeing how the person behind the desk has a bat in the corner. She moved closer to Amelda, afraid not being near him.

Outside, Anzu brought her around back where his bike sat. Amelda wiped the rainwater off his seat with his hand. He pulled it out and got on. Anzu stared at him. The bike was amazing; probably the only thing Amelda had that held value. It also was in very good shape, probably even brand new. It was black and silver color and the sun made the droplets of rain glisten off it.

“Well get on,” Amelda said.

“What, on your motorcycle?” gaped Anzu. “NO way, not in a million years.”

Amelda twitched slightly and threw his helmet at her. She juggled it between her hands before she got a firm grip on it.

“I am not getting on that bike,” she argued, stamping her good foot.

“Well fine,” Amelda snarled. “You can stay here and find you own way back home while I go to work. I have no time to waste. I have less then an hour to get YOU home and then get to my job. So either put on the damn helmet and get on or walk home!”

Anzu stared at him. Hesitant, she put on the helmet and slowly climbed on. She sat with her legs to one side, because of her outfit. Amelda made sure she was seated before he turned it on. When he did, Anzu jumped startled by the loud noise. He looked back at her and smirked.

“So where do live?” he asked

“Near Domino High on Junpei Street,” she replied.

“You better hold on,” he said.

“Hold on?” she asked puzzled, “Hold on to what?”

Before Amelda answered, he sped off. Anzu screamed and found her arms clutching Amelda tightly around the stomach. When he meant ‘hold on’, he meant to hold onto him, which Anzu quickly figured out. Her head was pressed into his back. She was so scared, too scared to open her eyes. When he stopped, Anzu peeked open thinking they were at her home when she saw he was just at a stop light. Yet, it turned green and they sped off. Anzu screamed as he flew forward. Anzu could swear at times the bike left the ground but she was too scared to check. When he finally arrived on her street, he parked his bike on the street. He turned it off but Anzu did not budge.

Amelda looked annoyed and had to pry her hands off him because she was so scared. When she realized they stop, she opened her eyes and saw her house. She quickly got off the bike and thanked God she was still alive. Amelda smirked as she whipped off his helmet and screamed, “I’M ALIVE” repeatedly.

“It’s not that scary,” Amelda protested swinging his leg over the bike and standing up.

“NOT THAT SCARY? YOU WERE SPEEDING!” she yelled out.

“Wow, ten or twenty over the speed limit.” He threw his hands in the air. “Big deal, not like I did anything reckless.”

“I wouldn’t know. I had my eyes closed the whole time!”

Amelda let out a laugh and retrieved his helmet from her. He placed it on his bike seat and shook his head.

“I only flew twice in the air when I was going down some hills.”

Anzu nearly fainted. Therefore, she was right. They were flying in the air earlier. She let out a sigh of relief and then noticed Amelda swinging his leg over on the bike.

“You can make it inside your house right?” he asked.

“Yeah, it’s right over there.” She pointed to a house, three doors down.

Amelda nodded and noticed Anzu slowly limping away. He was about to start up his bike when he noticed her spin around to look at him.

“Um, Amelda, right?” she asked.

He nodded, confirming that she got the right name.

“Thanks for saving my life and being nice to me.”

Amelda’s cheeks went slightly pink but brushed it off, “It was nothing.”

“My name, by the way, is Anzu.”

She smiled at him and then headed toward her house. Amelda watched her go into the house she pointed to. When she was inside, he turned on his bike and revved the engine. Popping a wheelie, he sped off needing to get his job under a half an hour to be on time. He knew he could make it in record time. He wondered though if he would ever see Anzu again. He shrugged it off though thinking no. Why would he want to see her again anyway? Fate was never lucky with him. How wrong he was though.

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Author Note- Well, what did you think? As I was writing, “Melting the Ice” this idea came to mind and I just had to write it. I think this couple is interesting, because they do not have an established friendship so you can go anywhere with it. What drama, romance, action, and all will Amelda and Anzu’s relationship go through? You’ll just have to keep on reading to find out!