Disclaimer- I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh

Disclaimer- I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh

Bodyguard

Chapter 6

Anger

Anzu watched as Amelda approached her, his anger visible in his eyes. Backing away by scooting herself along the ground she finally hit a wall. She slid up against the wall, still trying to get away from Amelda. He approached her like a lion hunting for a kill, stalking her movements. His eyes completely focused on her. Yet, they were cold and unfeeling. Nothing about them made her want to approach him. She turned her head slightly finding the door. Quickly, she made a break for it.

Reaching the door, she fumbled with the locks before being able to open it. However, she only opened it a few inches before a hand slammed onto the door closing it. Anzu screamed finding a hand grab her wrist. Her body went flying back, hitting the couch armrest. She toppled onto the couch but then lost her balance and fell on the floor.

Grimacing, she rubbed her side. Amelda walked over to her, his boots thumping on the floor stopped in front of her. She gasped, looking up at him with utter fear in her eyes. She tried to say something but nothing came out. All words were lost in his presence. Nothing could save her from him. He who could take on several gang members with minimal damage to himself compared to those who crossed his path. He could easily snap her in half if he wanted to. There was no doubt in Anzu’s mind that if he lost his mind he would hurt her.

He reached down, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her to her feet. His grip on her face was strong and unbreakable. She did not try to get away in fear of him manhandling her. He peered into her eyes seeing her frightened beyond belief. She deserved to be scared.

“What do you know about life?” he seethed. “You get everything handed to you on a silver platter.”

Anzu muttered something, finding it hard to speak louder. Then again who could speak in these conditions?

“What did you say?” he demanded.

“I don’t know anything about YOUR life!” she said breaking down. Visibly there were tears in her eyes and her legs were shaking so bad that she was afraid they were going to collapse on her. “But I don’t get everything I want. I work just as hard as everyone else and even harder!”

Amelda let her go. Anzu found herself on the floor clutching her face. Her turned around, his fists clenched so tightly that it looked as if he might split his own knuckles open just by the pressure. Anzu was too afraid to move. What if he spun around and tried to hurt her? His temper was uncontrollable. She did not want to face any bodily harm because she might not live through it.

Amelda pounded against the wall. Why did Dartz haunt him like this? Why did he allow himself to be fooled by that accursed man? Closing his eyes, he tried his best to push back his memories. He needed to oppress them, hide them away.

Anzu watched from the floor wondering if he had forgotten about her. She quietly crawled over to her things and scooped them all into her purse, not bothering to organize it. She wanted to escape but she knew he would hear her opening the door. What she needed to do was wait. For now and keep quiet. Making his anger rise was not a good idea.

Amelda found his hands on the wall, supporting him. He let them drag down the wall and moved almost as if drunk to his room. Collapsing to his knees, he clawed at the floorboards, trying to find one in particular.

In the other room, Anzu was slowly moving toward the door, each step slow and quiet. She hoped the old floors would not creak under her.

Finally finishing his search, Amelda lifted a loose floorboard up by jiggling it several times. He reached down into the darkness and unknown only to find a black box with a lock on it. Dust and cobwebs rested on the old box. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his key chain, which contained only three keys. One key belonged to apartment, another to his motorcycle, and the third to this box. He fumbled around as he clumsily tried to fit the key into the lock. Once unlocked, the box opened and he peered inside.

Inside was nothing any normal person would hide. It was nothing of any considerable value such as money, jewelry, family heirlooms, or things like that. No, he did not even consider this important or valuable. He just hid it there to forget. Forget about his past, which no matter how much he tried to bury it always rose up.

Like an annoying weed his memories were. No matter how many times you tried to get rid of a weed, they always returned and sometimes worse than the last time. His memories are weeds that he desperately wanted to eliminate.

Just then, he heard the door creak open. His head snapped around. At that moment, he and Anzu were both looking at each other. Once he spotted her, in that brief moment, Anzu ran. She ran out the door and down the hall, feet pounding as they carried her away. Amelda cursed himself for that momentarily lapse. He shoved the box back in the floorboard and ran after her. If she tried to get back to her home, she would never make it, not in this neighborhood. He knew it and he was sure she did too. The only problem is his anger scaring her into fleeing from him.

Amelda repeatedly cursed at himself for allowing his rage to make him like this. Yes, it was his fault. This made him no better than those gangs and thugs out on the street. Yet, he never did see himself better than anyone.

He rushed down the hallway but Anzu already had a great lead. He could see her already at the bottom of the steps and heading out the door as he looked over the side of the banister. Leaping two or three steps at a time, he did reach the bottom in no time. He rushed out the door and looked both ways before hearing a crash to his left. His feet carried him to the direction of the noise. Yet a cry of anguish alerted him even more. Turning around the corner, Amelda skidded to a halt before mentally cursing again but this time not at himself but at his horrible luck.

Standing before him was a group of six men. Each wore similar clothing consisting of their gang colors and even similar tattoos displayed on their right biceps. While each had a particular style to them, one could tell they were part of a gang. To Amelda’s great displeasure, one of the men was holding Anzu to him. His hand clamped firmly over her mouth and one hand holding a knife to her throat.

“Well,” said one of the men who had bleached hair. “Is your whore not willing to go stand in a corner for you?”

Anzu would have commented on that had it been and entirely different situation. Amelda could see tears sneaking their way from her eyes that were shut tight. Amelda nodded.

“Yeah she isn’t,” he replied. “And I need to teach her a lesson for disobeying me.”

He was not about to defend Anzu’s reputation in this situation, no matter how noble it would be. He was not stupid enough to act like some sort of hero. Sure, he saved her that first time but then she was knock out cold, the thugs were petty, and he knew he could easily dispatch of them. That and he wanted someone to take his anger out and not necessarily to be a hero. Yet, this was a notorious gang. This gang Amelda avoided very well up until this very moment. They knew how to fight and he knew they would fight dirty and use Anzu as a shield. They could even have firearms on them. Last thing Amelda wanted was to be shot. As if losing your soul to a psychopath was not bad enough.

“I’ll buy her for a night,” the bleached haired man spoke. Amelda assumed he was the leader. He seemed the biggest and possibly the strongest of the bunch.

“How about a rain check?” he replied coolly. “I need to give her a lesson on obedience.”

“I don’t think so,” his response came.

“I don’t think he is apart of a gang Koichi,” said one of his members.

Koichi, the bleach-blonde, eyed Amelda suspiciously. He then grabbed Anzu by her top and began touching her in a manner that was completely unacceptable. Anzu was shaking terribly, but afraid to make any sudden movements.

“No other gang would mess on our turf,” Koichi said. “She’s just his little slut. This girl seems high class compared to that worthless shit.”

“Let he go,” Amelda remained calm even though they did not believe in his lie.

Koichi thought for a moment but instead pulled Anzu against him. She let out a cry when she found him kissing her neck, even biting it. One hand wrapped around her slim waist, forcing her body to be pressed against him. His other hand was touching her thigh, pushing up the skirt of her uniform.

“I think I’ll keep her,” he said enjoying the feel of Anzu’s total fear on him. “Ryu, Yamato, Junpei… take care of him.”

Three of the gang members moved in front of their leader and the other two members. They moved toward Amelda. Amelda took a step back. One of them lunged at him exposing a switchblade, something Amelda expected to see. He jumped back as the man took a swipe and then quickly knocked his hand and kicked him in the shin. A loud crack rang as the gang member crumpled to the ground.

“Junpei!” one of the members shouted. The gang member was clutching his ankle. The sheer force of the kick from Amelda severed the ankle. “You’ll pay for that.”

The other two members tried to gang up on Amelda. At the same time, the leader was dragging Anzu with him. Anzu screamed loudly as he lifted her off the ground, instead of dragging her.

“Shut up you dumb bitch!” Amelda heard as he avoided another knife swipe.

The redhead grabbed one of the member’s wrists before whacking him in the head. Next, he slammed him hard against the wall. Ducking out of the other member’s attack, Amelda knocked him out with a quick blow to the head, and lucky for him the gang member knocked his other member out.

Suddenly, the sound of engines revving alerted him. His head shot up and from the other end of the alley, he saw three motorcycles pass him by, one harboring Anzu. Amelda spun around and got on his own bike. He blazed out of the hidden parking spot and onto the street.

At first, he was afraid that they would get too far of a head start for him to catch up. Instead, he was in luck when he spotted them on a back road. He raced after them feeling the cold night wind whip at him. He knew that the gang knew he was after them and they would eventually have to stop, or run out of fuel. Amelda needed to stay on them yet in the back of his mind a thought raced through him.

Never in his life did Amelda ever think he would be chasing gang members down to rescue a girl. It was all for the money, right? Maybe it was to prove a point. That he could protect someone. He failed in protecting his family and friends. Maybe the reason is that his conscience told him to. Whatever it was, he was racing after them. Although, he wanted to believe it was for the money.

The leader of the gang held Anzu on his bike. He threatened her onto the bike and the girl silently obeyed. Knowing that even if she tried to fight back, he could easily knock her out and carry her unconsciously. She sat with both legs on one side, which caused her to reluctantly grip onto Koichi. One sharp turn and off she could fly if she did not.

Koichi could see Amelda tailing him because of his mirror. He looked back at one of his members. He nodded his head over to a member silently ordering him to take out Amelda. The man nodded and took off to the side. This did not go unnoticed to the red haired biker. Things were going to get ugly.

Amelda kept following the other gang members but kept watch in his mirrors for the missing one. As if on cue, flying off some sort of ramp the missing biker came and landed next to Amelda on his left. He threw his arm at Amelda, trying to knock him off his bike. Amelda pushed back as the two began fighting back and forth while driving. The man began whacking Amelda in the head, causing him to swerve as he tried to see where the other two members were going.

Amelda’s bike skidded off the road and onto a sidewalk forcing him to a stop before crashing into a bench. He pushed is feet to move his bike back into the road. He revved the engine, moving the throttle as he watched the biker turn around the right corner.

Pursuing them, Amelda could see in the distance the other two bikers but the third one again disappeared. This time before Amelda could even look around for him, he came from the left side again and whacked into the back of Amelda’s head, sending him nearly into a wall. Laughing like a hyena, the biker waved at him, mocking him. Amelda cursed for looking foolish twice. He be damned if it happen a third time.

Getting back on the road he continued on his pursuit catching up to the ones that were holding Anzu only to find the third one, once again no where in sight. Without thinking, he hung off the right side of his bike just as the other biker appeared once again on the left side in attempt to knock him off. After pulling himself back up, Amelda tried to get past him but his opponent refused to let him get away. The redhead began to get serious case of road rage. The biker began trying to smack Amelda in order to distract him.

“You know you are getting on my nerves,” Amelda growled at him. “So get the hell out of my way!”

Amelda lifted his foot and jammed it strait into the biker’s side knocking him off his motorcycle. He rolled across the ground, hitting the pavement hard. The motorcycle on the other hand, went flying across the ground before smacking into a telephone pole. Amelda looked back in his mirror and smirked.

Should have worn a helmet he thought his smirk growing. Amelda shifted to full throttle sending his motorcycle gunning down the road to catch up.

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Anzu found herself forced off the bike and into a warehouse in some unknown part of the city. She did not struggle because these two men easily overpowered her. After being forced inside she found herself on her knees, her hands bound by a wire, which she felt cut into her skin.

“Well girlie your boyfriend will be here any minute,” said the leader grabbing a fistful of her hair. “He’s going to get what’s coming to him for interfering.”

“He can beat you,” Anzu muttered.

“Oh you think so…”

SLAP! Anzu crumbled to the floor from the sheer force of the hit across her face. Stupidly, she made him angry just as much as she mistakenly made Amelda. She really had a knack for doing that. She regretted it too.

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Amelda found the other two bikes outside the warehouse. The front doors were wide open inviting him inside, and right into a trap. Oh, he knew it was a trap, no doubt about it. He could have looked for another entrance but he did not want to risk them hurting Anzu. Therefore, through the front door he went.

The moment he stepped through the door, he felt someone grab him by the shoulder. Amelda without even looking punched the person. The person recovered and began fighting with Amelda. The former Swordsman of Doma was not someone to be taken lightly. He quickly gained the upper hand. That is until he heard a voice ordering him to stop. Amelda threw the person away and turned to see Koichi holding a tip of a knife to Anzu’s head.

“Let her go,” Amelda breathed. He did not beg the leader to release her. No, he would never beg for any type of mercy. He took a step toward them.

“Move again and I will stab her through the head.” His bold threat caused Anzu to whimper.

Amelda’s face was an expressionless mask. Koichi grinned. The other gang member stood up but Amelda did not move.

“Now just stand there.” The leader instructed.

Amelda did not even flinch as a fist came flying into the side of his face. It knocked him down but he just sat up from it and took another one. Amelda wiped the blood from his lip. He let out a smirk.

“Is that all?” Amelda cocked his head.

The gang member kicked Amelda several times in his chiseled abs. The comment made the nameless gang member angry. His onslaught went without hesitation. He beat Amelda anyway possible. Anzu shut her eyes unable to stand the brutal treatment.

“Please stop,” she begged. “Stop it!”

“Why should I?” Koichi asked, leaning toward her ear. He loved seeing the fear in her. “Why don’t we beat him to an inch of his life?”

“Because…” Anzu began.

How could she save someone like Amelda against men who would throw her around like a rag doll? If anyone should be doing the saving, it should be Amelda and not her. There would be no way that she could physically defeat two men. No, not beat them physically but perhaps strategically.

“I challenge you to a duel!” she finished.

The leader began to laugh, even his accomplice stopped to laugh at the challenge.

“Challenge me to a duel? What do you think this is a game?” he asked.

Anzu swallowed hard. “Are you afraid to lose to a girl?”

Koichi did not like that remark. He grabbed her by the hair forcing her to look at him. He went to strike her causing Anzu to shut her eyes. However, he never hit her. Instead he began to chuckle.

“What do I get if I win?” he asked lowering his hand.

“If you win, you get our lives obviously.” She said trying her best to be brave. “If I win you let us go.”

Amelda who was on the ground battered and bruised looked at Anzu as if she was a nutcase. How could she even suggest a duel to these men? They would never go through with it. In his head, he kept cursing at the girl knowing what is going to happen. Even though he was not a gang member (unless you call being a Swordsman of Doma one) he knew these kinds of people. How they messed with people so everything would go in their favor.

Amelda tried to get up but found his body stiff and hurting. He quietly sat down watching the scene unfold. Koichi thinking about the offer began grinning cheeky.

“Let’s duel!”

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Author Note- I will keep this note short and sweet. Thanks for reading and please review. Sorry if the grammar and spelling are not up to perfection. I read some of my older chapters and shook my head at how bad I missed some.