Okay, so...first fanfic, and really hope you enjoy it. This story is as the title say's based on that book, but it will be a little different. I might even make it somewhat my very own in some chapters, but for now, I want to just roll with it. :)

Forced to listen to one heaving revolt after an other into the polished marble, Atem Muto cursed his conscience.

Talk about an inconvenient burden. No matter how his stomach rocked, and his head slammed, there was no way he could make a bolt for the beckoning freedom of the door on the far wall. Wrenching his gaze back to his own slightly green reflection, he turned off the tap and wrung out a towel. Pushing some empathy into his expression, he prepared to face the music.

"Hey, gorgeous," he called, walking to the pitiful looking creature, half leaning into, half holding onto the toilet in front of her. "Filling any better?"

Tired raccoon eyes looked up from beneath a brown rat's nest as she reached up for the damp towel that he held out to her. "Arther-"

"Atem," he corrected.

"We need a lawyer," she gasped, before having to hang her head over the bowl again.

A lawyer wasn't the best thing to kick off their honeymoon, but this wasn't exactly the best of situation's. In the fifteen minuets that this woman had layed beside him, moaned, not in a good way, and then lept for the bathroom, he hadn't pieced the soggy puzzle of last night together yet. But, the shocking evedence at hand-or finger in better words from the ring around her left finger-this was a worst case scenario came to life. This was going to be one heck of a mess to clean up. So, basically, a lawyer was what they , at least after the ravaging revolting part of the morning was up.

"One thing at a time babe, " Atem said with ease. "We'll worrie about the rest after we get through this."

Whatever her grunted back reply was, he took it as an agreement. Damn, what a disaster.

Just twelve hours ago she'd been a happy-go-lucky, sexy, laughing, up for anything girl, and now, she was a hot mess. But even now, looking at the hot mess before him, Atem could see some fragment of the girl from last night. Girl next door gone a little wild. He thought she looked like a couple hours of fun. So how in hell did she wind up hung over his shoulder giggling at how crazy he was while he dragged her into one of those all night chapels that Las Vagas is so famous for?

Mana turned giving him a full on front view of her to tight hot pink T-shirt she'd been wearing the night before. Stampped acrossed her bust in big black letters was two words: GOT SPERM?

Oh right, that's how.

Hell.

What had she been thinking? Mana peered up at the scowl on Arther's- no Atem's face, and then down on her left ring finger where about ten carets of dimonds wound around that finger. She then heaved into the bowl again. She'd had sex . With a stranger. Only by a meeting she could fairly remember. And then...she'd gone and married him! Maybe they did it the old fashioned way and got married first, but it didn't matter. Mana could only remeber a few things from last night, including; the soft fabric of the bed, his heady weight over her, and the frustration she had when her big toe got caught in his belt loop while she struggled with his tie.

Uh!

Now, here she sat, on her knee's throwing up into a polished bowl!

"There shouldn't be much more." Atem informed smiling to himself.

"There isin't," Mana began. "This is...just my stomach telling me something...I think."

"Umm...Really driving it home, I see." Atem said making Mana focus on him again. She hadn't noticed how well built he was last night, and now she could see he was tan like her, and had crimson eyes, his chest was tone and he was tall! He leaned in the door way, and his trio colored hair almost touched the top of the frame. Mana suddently wondered how long she'd been staring at him. It didn't matter though, this guy, and all his good looks weren't part of her plan. She was done with men, so what if she had seen some hints of humor she liked, or if she was married to him? She'd been in enough trouble with men, and that was ones she knew! Mana tried to stand, but found herself going back in the floor. Suddenly two strong hands caught her, and held her up, he didn't get too close though as she found her footing.

"Thank you." She said with a very small smile.

"Not a problem," Atem paused. "That's what having a husband around is for I suppose." He said .

Mana nodded, and stood, she couldn't be more grateful for him not letting her fall on her ass. She wasn't ready to talk about what happened last night, and how to sort everything out, and how long it took an annulment to be processed. She'd need a shower, to brush her teeth, mouthwash, and change of clothes. She quickly jotted it down, and replied in kind, "Knew there was a reason I picked one up."

The chuckle of a reply she got back reminded her of the man she'd met last night, and not the hot stranger she'd woken up to. She did mostly the thinking part to avoide her glance shiffting to him.

What had she gotten herself into? And how fast could she get out of it?