Lonely Existence

Duet by Moonlight

A/N: Ello my lovelies. Thank you for your support! I appreciate you.

AmeliaAsakura2: As of this chapter, "Lonely Existence" is no where near done. It actually has a total of 81 chapters if no chapters are added or removed during editing which I don't see that happening. It's quite a beast. So kick back, relax, and enjoy the ride *Winks.*

QUEENOFFANFICTION102: That's right! P is actually Pegasus! Lol. Yeah I don't want that image in my head with Pegasus and Atemu in my head either lol. Awwwwww *hugs* So glad you liked the last chapter.

SimplyBooklogical: That makes me so happy *pounces and hugs.*

jofisk: Yay! Glad you liked this last one. Yeah... but we all know Atemu may be handsome, but he's not always the brightest. He can be a bit dense at times.

Dragyns13:

Atemu: Oh hell no. I don't need a hospital.

Bakura: You're kind of bleeding.

Atemu: No hospitals.

Seto: You are so suborn *glares at Atemu.*

CapricornKitty1975: *Bows* Thank you. Thank you.

weetdevil115: I gotcha! Here ya go!

I apologize that this chapter is so short. I hope the content of this one and the length of the next one will make up for it. Also, I don't own the song in this chapter. It's "Titanium" by David Guetta. 

Please vote and comment as you wish. You know I appreciate both. *Waves*

I shift my position in an attempt to get comfortable. In turn, I receive a nasty reminder of the stab wound present on my lower back. I crack my eyes open and groan. My entire body is throbing. The scrape where the glass cut me stings and itches on my left side and the knife wound burns like someone had lit a fire just underneath my skin on my lower right back.

I glance around the room; pleasantly surprised to find myself in the hotel room instead of the hospital. Seto knows how much I despise hospitals and I am eternally grateful that they did not put me in one. I glance upward to see an IV bag hooked up to my arm. I lift the covers and see that the wounds on my chest, sides, and back have been cleaned and dressed. I lower the blankets and continue scanning the room for any signs of life. I am alone. My lower lip juts out in a prominent pout. Where is everyone?

I close my eyes and sink into the mattress; forcing my aching muscles to relax. It is only then that I hear a muffled voice coming from the other side of the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. The curtains are drawn so it is impossible to see who it was. I lift the blankets away, wincing at the new pain brought on with my movements. I slowly rest my feet on the carpet and rise to a standing position. My body quakes, my legs threatening to give out at any minute.

I narrows my eyes at the curtains concealing the sliding glass door. The mumbled words become clearer. It is not talking, but singing. Who could be singing on the balcony? I pull the curtain aside to see Yugi sitting on the thick stone wall of the balcony. His left leg  dangles over the side of it; he clutches his right leg to his chest. His alabaster skin glows in the silver moonlight. His hair and pajama pants both play with the teasing night air. He steals my heart all over again in this moment. I silently slide the glass door open and step out onto the balcony.