Lonely Existence

What is With You?

A/N: Hello everyone. I thank you all for reading and your support. 

AmeliaAsakura2: That's crazy. Talk about coincidence. Maybe they are reading it too? How awesome would that be? lol

CapricornKitty1975: You'll probably want to kick his ass for it.

Jofisk: You know it. A quiet and overly cranky Bakura is not a good thing. 

Mikichan10: Thank you. It's going to take a while for me to feel back to normal. I can't even do the "One day at a time" thing. It's too hard. So I just take it one minute at a time. 

Ihope you enjoy this chapter. I do not own the song. It is part of "I'll Be There" byMartin Nievera. Please feed the authoress on your way out  with votes and comments. I appreciate all feedback: good, bad, and strange. 

I honestly did not miss this feeling. The sluggish, head-achy, and nauseated existence caused by a hangover. Yes, I relapsed. It wasn't for the reason you think. I was careless when the band went out last night and had a few too many. It wasn't because I missed the intoxicated feeling. Not in the slightest. 

I stare blankly at the steam rising from the black liquid inhabiting my mug. My stomach turns uneasily when I breathe in the scent of coffee. Ra, I did not miss this feeling.

I firmly press the palms of my hands against my eyes, willing the blasted headache to go away. I glance to the side where Yugi is poking his omelet around on his plate. He tosses me a sympathetic smile, bringing his egg filled fork to his lips.

The entire band is fairly quiet this morning during breakfast, each of us wallowing in our own hungover misery. My eyes flicker over to the albinos. Bakura looks ready to murder anyone who utters one word to him. Ryou's head is down, his long bangs hiding most of his face. He is usually quiet; however, not this quiet. Ryou has been completely silent and reserved all morning which is not exactly like him. I wonder if his hangovers are more of a nightmare than mine are.

"Ryou?" I hear Yugi's soft voice break the silence, "Are you okay?" Oh so it isn't just me imagining things. Ryou is acting differently. Trust Yugi to see it as well.

"Mmm," Ryou mutters quietly, "I'm fine." His lips barely move when he responds to Yugi's question. His head remains down, preventing us from looking into his doe-like, milk chocolate eyes. Instead, Ryou stands from the table and turns towards the door. Yugi jumps up from his seat and makes his way over to Ryou in a matter of seconds. The guitarist blinks a few times at Ryou and whispers something to him. Ryou turns his head away from Yugi and without responding, steps around him and continues towards the door. I watch on curiously as Yugi blocks Ryou's only exit. I can tell Yugi is  worried about something. He speaks to Ryou in hushed tones. Silver hair glides across Ryou's back when he shakes his head. Yugi reaches out to touch the albino's face only to have his hand caught in mid-air. Ryou grips the small wrist and moves Yugi's hand away.

"I said I'm fine," Ryou snaps, stepping passed Yugi once again to take his leave. Yugi's concern filled amethyst eyes glance down, tracing the carpet for several long seconds. Our petite guitarist slowly returns to his seat.

I lean closer to him and whisper, "Is he okay?"

"I don't know. I don't think he is, but he won't talk to me," Yugi's lower lip jutts out in a worried pout.