Lonely Existence

Smoke and Bullets

A/N: Hello everyone. Thank you for your support!

TheDarkDemonGirl:You'll find out some day. The drunk part can be fun. It's the hangover that sucks.

11Heaven: Another creepy chapter? *Thinks* I don't think there is one. There's definitely some chapters with loads of feels in them, but I don't recall another creepy one like that.

jofisk: Doggie pile on Yami!

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Dragyns13: Headaches seriously suck. I pretty much live with one every day. But that's my own damn fault. I need to drink more water and hydrate.

CapricornKitty1975: Omg... who wants to be president of the fan club?

I really hope you enjoy the chapter. As always, thank you for reading and thank you all for your votes and comments. Knowing that people enjoy the story keeps me going. Thank you all *goes around hugging and giving everyone cookies.*

I do not own the song in this chapter. It is "Rise" by Skillet. Also there is commentary at the end of the song that I don't add to the lyrics in the chapter.

Enjoy my lovelies.

A thick fog blankets the stage. Nothing can be seen through it. I tug at the bottom of my sleeveless black bulletproof vest. I'm going to kill Seto for even suggesting this. I know I say that so often, but if I get injured during this performance, I'm going to kill him. Furthermore, if by some freak accident I end up dying up there on stage, I'm going to come back and haunt his ass until he dies. Then I will continue to torment him further in death. Would serve the bastard right.

"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Yugi touches my bicep.

"Want to? No, not really," a dark chuckle escapes my lips, "but then again 'it will make for a good show,'" I do my best Seto impression, standing up to my full height and adopting a cold and serious expression.

"Even so... If you really don't want to do this, we can omit that from the show," Yugi smiles, caressing my arm.

"It will be okay," I smile reassuringly at him. He leans in closer to me, placing a chaste kiss on my dry lips.

"Okay," he responds, withdrawing from our brief kiss.

"Three minutes everyone. Take your places," Seto instructs. I rolled my eyes. Yipee.. can't wait. Yami: 20, Seto: 13. We silently make our way to our instruments hidden within the fog.

We hear the crowd's applause crashing through the blanket of mist as the guys begin to play the first chords of the first song. I leave my guitar on its stand for the time being. There is no way in hell I am going to risk damaging it. I flip my hands-free microphone on and take a deep breath.

All I see is shattered pieces
I can't keep it hidden like a secret

I approach the front of the stage, emerging from the fog and revealing myself to our fans. Their screams are deafening. Ryou's voice emerges from the mist.