Lonely Existence

Ramen

A/N: Ellooo Ellooo. Thank you all for your support already! I appreciate it. 

CapricornKitty1975: They are both in a difficult place right now. At least they have each other... not that they would agree with me at this point lol. 

SimplyBooklogical: Lol! I'm so glad you like that! 

Jofisk: Try telling Yami that. Oh wait you just did... Okay.

Alright! Moving on. So I have a question for you all. Because there is so much in this story is a bit..... eh.. Mature in content. Would you like chapterly warnings of "Hey this is going to be in this chapter: List of things..?" I prefer not to do this because I don't like giving away what will be in the chapter, but you are my readers, so if you would feel more comfortable with having warnings at the top of each chapter about what it contains: Ie.. language, alcohol abuse, cutting, drug reference... I am happy to oblige. Regardless of if you decide you don't want the chapter warnings, I will always do a chapter warning for a chapter that contains a lemon. Yes, there are lemons in this story as well. So please speak up and let me know if that is what you want. 

Chapter warnings? Yay or Nay? 

If I don't get a response, I am going to assume you are all okay and will stick with it only adding the warnings in a citrus coated chapter. Please vote and comment if you enjoy the chapter. 

I open my eyes and stare at the surrounding nothingness. My eyes are unable to pierce the thick pitch black surrounding me. At least I think I opened my eyes. I reach my hand up and end up poking myself in the eye. Yup..they are open. 

I stretch out on a plush comfortable bed full of pillows and covered in what felt like a comforter made of goose down. How did I end up here? I don't remember. I wonder if Seto had my body guards bring me in. I shrug not caring how I got there.

I sat up, feeling a little groggy but overall not too bad. I glance around in the darkness, searching for a clock. The red digital numbers on the night standnext to the bed flashed 4:00. Is that am or pm? Not that it matters. I don't believe there is anything on the agenda for today anyway. Seto loves to hustle me around and then make me wait. Dick. 

I toss the comforter carelessly aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Soft fabric brushed against my arm as I stood. Reaching out for it, I blindly ran my fingers over the fabric and realize it is the curtains. I grip the fabric and slide the curtain to the side. Luminous sunlight pours into the room, blinding me. I clench my eyes closed tightlym seeing spots behind my eyelids. Definitely 4:00 pm. The wonders of blackout curtains; making a room look like it is the clutches of night..even in the middle of the day.

I rub my eyes and shake my head. I want to go out. No. I need to go out. I want to get a drink and possibly mingle with the locals. Seto would never allow it. So, of course, I have to do it. Something slightly problematic is my appearance. I do not exactly look like just any common Joe. If my crimson colored eyes were not enough, I have insanely spiky gravity defiant black hair with crimson tips that match my eyes. My bangs are blonde; a few of them stand up with the rest of my hair. One would think I use a metric ass ton of hair products and gel to get my hair to stand up in spikes the way it does, but honestly, I don't. It does it on its own. It is more work than it is worth to try and get it to stay down so I leave it in spikes and let it do as it wishes. Furthermore, I am from Egypt, so I have naturally bronze skin which enhances my exotic appearance. 

A smirk crosses my lips, recalling my secret weapons. I have only been out and about doing normal things a few times, but I would not have been able to do that without my contacts. I dig through my bag and locate the small plastic case containing my contacts. I do not need contacts for my eyesight; however, they are fantastic for hiding the crimson color of my eyes. I slide the contacts into my eyes, the blue color instantly overtook my red irises. I slide on a tight pair of dark blue jeans with a black t-shirt. I stuff all of my spiked hair into a black beany. The only thing you could see coming out of the beany was a few strands of my bangs. I smile at my reflection. No one will ever know the difference. Aside from my facial structure, I don't look anything like myself. It is amazing the difference colored contacts and hiding my hair makes.