Lonely Existence

A Problem to Remedy

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading and for the comments.

Jofisk: Thank you for the suggestion to move this one over. I was hesitant but thought... what the hell.. why not? So here it is.

CapricornKitty1975: Just stick around. You haven't seen anything yet! *cackles maniacally*

Song used: "Carry on my Wayward Son" by Kansas.

The limo driver held the door to the long black stretch limo open for me. I nod at him; my eyes not actually landing on the man. I slide into the back seat and stretch out across the black leather seats of the limo; my boots finding a comfortable seat of their own. Seto climbs into the limo behind me and rolls his cold cerulean eyes at me the moment he notices my boots up on the seats.. That is one point for Seto and one for me. His dissatisfaction of my behavior makes it all the more gratifying.

A smirk crosses my lips before slowly fading like someone had erased my smirk in favor of pulling the corners of my mouth downward into my usual bitter expression. I settle into a comfortable position and glance out the window. My eyes sweep passed streetlamps, cars, people and life in general as the limousine progresses down the street.

The vehicle comes to a stop; awaiting the red light to flicker green. I notice a group of young adults sitting on the patio of the local coffee shop. They were gathered around a roaring fire-pit, the flame casting its light across their smiling jubilant faces. I wish I could be part of that group. They look like they are having heaps of fun. Hell.. I wish I could be part of any group. That would be really nice. I'm not picky. I just want a friend. I prop my elbow up on the door handle and rest my chin in my palm. A sigh passes over my lips as the limo begins to move again.

I can hear Seto fidgeting with another digital contraption. I swear if that man was not in the music industry, he would be part of the rapidly growing technological advances sweeping across the globe. Most likely the CEO of a multi-billion dollar technological research business.

I glance down at the minibar to the right of my boots. I wonder if they put anything good in it this time. With a grunt, I lean forward, prying the door open to peer inside. A grin covers my face and I reach inside to pull out a small bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Mmmm," I hum in appreciation, unscrewing the top of the mini Jack Daniels bottle.

"Yami...don't go getting drunk before our flight," Seto scolds not glancing up from his digital planner.

"Okay, Mother," I scoff, tossing my head back and pouring the contents of the bottle down my throat. I lick my lips, removing any remnants of the beverage from them. I feel more than see him roll his eyes at me... again. Yami: 2 Seto: 1. I mentally smirk and pull out the second bottle of what I consider my best friend. I down the second bottle of Jack Daniels, relishing in the delicious flavor and the soft tingle that courses through me. I tilt my head back, resting it against the of the seat. I sigh, enjoying the beginning of my buzz.

The limo rolled to a stop near my private jet at the airport. The driver took the length of the limo in stride; arriving at the door to open it for us before I could even think 'Well shit.' Seto gracefully climbs out. Me..eh..not so much. Let's just say, my foot was stuck. I tumble out almost smashing my face into the asphalt. Seto grabs my arm to prevent my fall. I chortle and grab onto his arm to steady myself.

"My hero," I glance up at him; his cold eyes narrow. Remind me again. Why do I pay this man so much money to glare at me? Oh right. My 'career.' Seto continues to hold onto my bicep in a firm vice-like grip that is sure to leave a mark. His hold on me prevents me from toppling over again.