Lonely Existence

Guilt

A/N: I'm flinging a few chapters at you guys today.

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XxKalunaxX: *Blush* Thank you so much!! I'm so thrilled you enjoy it that much.

jofisk: Seto just can't deal without his planner.

CapricornKitty1975: Totally. If my senior night was like that, I may have actually gone.

As always, I don't own the song in this chapter! It is "Not Gonna Die" by Skillet

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The band is positioned around the conference table, sipping coffee, nibbling on breakfast, and discussing our upcoming concert. Well... most of us are sitting around the table. Malik decided the table made a better seat than the chair and opted to sit on the table instead. I chuckle, lifting my coffee cup to my lips.

According to Seto's  planner, our concert is this evening on the grassy area near the Eiffel Tower. Press releases have already been sent out informing the fans about the change in concert venue. It is really nice knowing what to  expect for the day.

Seto and Joey burst through the doors. This is day two for Seto without his planner. The poor man looks like he is a drug addict without his fix. He has very little color in his cheeks,  he is sweating, and his hair is sticking up in very strange places. He  is wearing regular jeans and a...Ra! A sweatshirt! This is serious. I didn't  think he even owned one of those. Perhaps he nabbed it from Joey.

"Good morning, Seto," Bakura purrs.

Cold cerulean eyes narrow at the albino. "If you say so," Seto growls.  "Have ANY of you seen my digital planner? I still can't find it. The  item has just vanished without a trace."

His eyes met ours, searching each of us, begging for an answer. I actually feel very  guilty. He may be an asshole but he is a good manager and a good friend of mine. No one deserves this.

"We haven't seen it, Seto," Marik comments with a smile.

"Well,  I know your concert is tonight, so we'll go off of that for now. I need  to find that thing today!" he storms out of the room without eating  anything and without another word to the rest of us. I wince as the door slams behind him.

My eyes flicker over to Ryou, "Download the  schedule onto your computer. Then we have to return his planner. I've  never seen him like this. The poor man is a wreck. I can't stand seeing him this jacked up. He doesn't deserve this."

"Relax, Atemu. He'll be fine. We can watch him squirm a few more days," Marik waves a hand at me dismissively.

"No,  Marik! We need to return it to him! He is a good man and a good  manager. I don't want him to suffer any longer," I snap at the blonde.

"Stop being so dramatic, Atemu," Bakura rolls his espresso colored eyes.

"I'm not," I pause and take a deep breath, "Please just do it, Ryou." I stand and take my leave before completely loosing my temper and saying something I would regret later.

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I  hear the lock click and the door swing open. I glance up from tuning my guitar to see Yugi and Ryou enter. The albino holds the digital planner out to me.

"Take it," he orders smiling sweetly at me. I hesitate before reaching my hand out to accept the  small black sleek object. "I downloaded the entire schedule for the rest  of the tour onto my laptop. You can return it to him."