Lonely Existence

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Please! Tell me I was not just dreaming that touch! It felt like Yugi's touch! I'm honestly too afraid to open my eyes. I don't want it to be a dream. I bite my lip and slowly open my eyes. The room is still dark, a small nightlight from the private bathroom casting long daunting shadows against the wall. My eyes slowly trace Yugi's neck to his jaw.

I clench my eyes closed tightly; afraid to look any further up his face. A sharp intake of air fills my lungs and I hold it captive. I open my eyes and trace his face from his jaw to his rose petal lips, then to his pert little nose, and lastly to his eyes. Once again, my heart shatters. No, they are still closed. He is as still as ever. I dreamed the whole thing. I do not even attempt to fight the tears this time. I let them flow, creating a steady stream of crystalline salt that cascades down my cheeks.

"Yugi!" I cry out his name and bunch my fists into his hospital gown. I burie my face into his neck, breathing his scent in deeply and weep until I had no tears left to cry, no voice left to scream, and no energy left to fight back my exhaustion. I surrender to the night.

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"Clash of Grey! Thank you so much for coming today! It is very good to see each of you! Welcome to Athens in the AM!" the host comments in an overly zealous manner. I hold back a chuckle and watch Bakura roll his eyes at the blonde grey eyed host.

Seto had received a call late last night from the Athens morning news for us to come in for a little interview and to perform. Needless to say, I didn't want to go, but I was outnumbered.

We each greeting the newscaster and await the first question.

"Bakura," the newscaster begins.

"Piss off," the albino snaps. Oh I lose it just then. I can't hold back my laughter this time.

"Kura!" Ryou chides, "Be nice." Ryou's warm eyes meet the newscaster's, "I'm sorry for his behavior. He is not exactly a morning person, especially if he doesn't get his cup of hot tea."

"It's okay," the newscaster shrugs, "If he really wants some hot tea, we can make some for him."

"How about it, Kura?" Ryou glances over at his look-a-like.

"I don't want your blasted tea," Bakura glares at the newscaster, "Just ask me your damn question."

"Okay," the man chuckles, "How does Clash of Grey handle any mistakes that are made during performances?"

"That's bollocks. We don't make mistakes during our performances," Bakura replies . I cover my face with my hand, releasing a heavy sigh.

"Yami, do you have anything to add?" the newscaster turns to me.

"We do not make mistakes very often, but when we do, we try not to dwell on them. We try to just keep going and either ignore it or use the mistake to improve the performance," I explain.