Lonely Existence

36 Hours

A/N: Hello all! Your support is awesome. I <3 you. Thank you!

SimplyBooklogical: Lol. Well you are in luck. I had the energy to revamp one more chapter before going to bed.

CapricornKitty1975: Which skeletons? Atemu's or the rest of the bands? If you are referring to the rest of the band, their skeletons come out at some point down the line.

There are two songs in this chapter. I do not own either of them! I did not write them. The first song is part of "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden and the second song is "Don't Fear the Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult.

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It has been about 36 hours since I have had anything to drink and I am telling you, it has been the longest 36 hours of my life. I slept through some of it, but the bit of sleep I did get was nowhere close to restful. My body was constantly assaulted by waves of nausea, shakiness, and a splitting headache that refused to leave. I kept waking up covered in sweat; soaking through the sheets of the hotel bed in a matter of hours. Yugi and Seto took turns to clean me up and call housekeeping for new bed sheets each time my sweat laden body doused them.

I know I always call Seto a dick and it is usually true, but I have a newfound respect for him. Don't even get me started on my feelings for Yugi. When it was his turn to watch over me, he sat against the headboard of the bed near my head. His petite fingers traced my face and a soft and beautiful hum drifted from his lips to help relax me. He spoke soothing and encouraging words each time I woke up in a fit.

It took everything I had to pull myself together enough to perform the concert tonight. So, that's where we are now, on stage, performing in front of thousands of screaming fans. My body is mercilessly fighting me. I clutch the microphone to hide my trembling hands. I did not want them revealing away how shaky I am to the audience nor the band. Sweat pours down my body, matting my black t-shirt to my chest. Thankfully, the audience will assume that the sweat is due to the bright stage lighting which can practically substitute for a small sun in its own right. Sweat drips into my eyes causing them to burn. I blink back the burning sensation and continue to sing.

Boiling heat
Summer  stench
'Neath the black the  sky looks dead
Call my name through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again

Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain

My stomach performs a series of flip flops and gives a threatening lurch. Shit..no. Not now! Shit! Shit! Shit! I close my eyes to concentrate on fighting it.

Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Won't you come

My stomach flips about violently. I spin on the spot, attempting to make my movement look planned, calculated, and like part of the performance. My eyes lock on Yugi's worried amethyst eyes. I turn my mic off.

"Take over!" I whisper to him in the most urgent tone I can manage. His eyebrows furrow, curiously. Oh great, he didn't understand me. I walk past him and mutter a little louder, "Take over! Please!" Without missing a beat, Yugi steps forward, taking center stage and singing the next part.