Lonely Existence

Awkward Situation

A/N:Ooooookay.  I know you just read one, but yeah. Here's another. This chapter has some more lemony goodness. So consider yourself warned!

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"Seto,"  I call after the tall brunet as he and Joey make their way out of the  conference room where the breakfast banquet was set out for us. He  stops and turns to face me.

"What?" he asks dryly.

"Will  you please postpone the flight to Italy? Will you please make the  flight tomorrow?" I inquire. Joey looks between Seto and I. I can  tell from his face he is trying to figure out if he should stay and  listen to this conversation or leave us be.

Seto narrows his eyes at me, "No."

I growl, "Why not?"

"We have to set up for the concert that is only a few days away," he responds, squaring his shoulders.

"Please,  Seto! Egypt is my home. I want to stay one more night," I plead. I  honestly do not beg much, but I am not ready to leave Egypt.

Seto sighs, allowing his shoulders to fall, "I'm sorry, Yami. We just don't have the time for it."

"You  said the concert is in a few days. We can cram rehearsals and the  concert into one day just like we did in India," I argue further.

The  cold cerulean eyes travel around in there sockets. Yami: 17 Seto: 10,  "And you remember how that turned out right? You lost your voice at the  end of the concert before it was even over."

"Yugi can make that  herbal tea of his," I counter his statement, folding my arms across my  chest. Joey glances to the side, his eyes avoiding me and Seto.

"I'm sorry, but no," Seto stated firmly, "And that is final."

I  narrow my eyes, "Egypt is Malik and Marik's home too. Please, Seto! I  don't ask for this kind of thing very often. Please postpone the flight  for one more day. That is all I am asking for. 24 hours," our eyes meet.  We stare at each other, neither of us willing to blink. Neither of us  willing to give in or give up.

"What will one more day hurt, Kaiba?" Joey chimes in. I smile warmly at him. I knew I liked this guy.

"Stay out of this pup! This does not concern you!" Seto scolds.

"Stop calling me pup!" Joey retorts with a growl of his own.

"No,  it suits you," Seto smirks, his eyes scanning Joey's body before  he returning his to me, "I am sorry, Yami. My answer is no. Maybe  we can come back after the tour is over." Seto turns, his white jacket  flaping behind him with each long and determined stride. Joey gapes  after my manager before giving me an apologetic look. My head falls and  my shoulders slump. I can feel the familiar pull at my heart. The  painful feeling caused by leaving one's home behind. I swallow the  lump that threatening to overtake my throat. I blink back the burning  tears and turn to walk away. Farewell Egypt. I hope to see you again  soon.