Lonely Existence

Moving On

A/N: Greetings all. Thank you for taking the time to stop by and give me a moment of your time. I appreciate all of you and your support. You are wonderful!

CapricornKitty1975: Oh Bakura. Sexy terrifying Bakura.

mikichan10: *Giggles* A certain "pup" is rubbing off on him every so slightly.

AmeliaAsakura2: Ah little baby panda. We love him.

jofisk: Both are terrifying!

I don't own the song in this chapter. It is: "My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark" by Fall Out Boy

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To say the entire flight felt like I was in a overly packed can of sardines is an understatement. My legs are so cramped I will be walking strange for a week. I must admit, there is one very good part about cramming so many people into the tiny jet. That being, of course, my close proximity to Yugi. I enjoyed that a little too much.. if you get my drift.

"Atemu, are you coming?" Marik asks, standing and stretching. His legs must be in desperate need of movement, just like mine. Malik sat in his lap through the entire plane trip. I glance up at him realizing I had not moved the entire flight. My body is resisting each attempt to move with painful protests. Marik appear directly in front of me and hold his hand out for me. I grin sheepishly at him, gripping his hand. Marik easily pull me off the ground and into a standing position. My stiff muscles scream at me in protest.

"Thank you," I comment, stretching my limbs. He nods and walks out of the jet. I turn to face Yugi. The little guitarist is asleep. How he can fall asleep during almost every plan trip we take is beyond me. I smile at him before going to check on Bakura and Alister.

"Do you need any help with this dick bag, Bakura?" my gaze went back and forth between a frustrated looking Alister and a maniacal looking Bakura.

"Nope," Bakura chuckles darkly, "Just leave this dick bag to me. Don't you worry about it." Why do I have such an uneasy feeling? Why do I feel like I should not leave Alister alone with Bakura? I shrug and brush the strange little feeling in the pit of my stomach aside.

"If you change your mind, let me know," I instruct Bakura.

The albino waves me off, "Fine, now get going." I hesitate, arching an eyebrow at Bakura. Somehow, I know I'm going to regret this. Against my better judgement, I turn scoop Yugi and Arahas into my arms, carrying my little rock angel and his kitten out of the tiny jet.

"It's about time you came out of there," Seto growls impatiently, "We have things to get done. We are behind schedule."

"What are you talking about?" I blink, completely astonished at our dick manager. We probably should have checked the London schedule before leaving Paris. But then again, we did leave in a hurry.

"We are scheduled to record a new music video this afternoon and this evening. I hadn't planned on taking that little side trip to the uncharted island." Seto folds his arms and narrows his eyes at me, "With stealing my organizer, I would have thought you knew about the London itinerary.

Fuck. Me. I blink at him in horror and surprise. "What?" I choke out.

"You heard me, Yami. I know you stole my planner. Thank you for returning it," Seto narrows his cerulean at me.