Lonely Existence

Drifting

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TheDarkDemonGirl: Atemu: *Pouts* How long are you going to stay mad at me? 

mikichan10: You + a pissed off Ryou. That's a scary combination. 

CapricornKitty1975: You guessed right. Ryou is pretty fed up with Bakura :( 

jofisk: Takes a bit to make Bakura learn a lesson. 

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"What do you mean 'postpone the flight?" Seto narrows his cold, cerulean eyes at me.

"Exactly what I said. Postpone the flight," I comment impatiently. It has been a very long morning and Seto's behavior is not helping my mood. Being woken up so early by Bakura, dragged all over creation, including the hospital, and dealing with Bakura's withdrawal symptoms, such as irritability, are not a good recipe for a great morning.

"Why?" Seto leans up against the door frame.

"The girl that was injured during our concert?" I begin,

"Yes, what of her?" he prompts me to continue.

"We invited her to have dinner with the band. Make reservations at one of the finest restaurants in New York. We are taking her there tonight. We can leave for Los Angeles tomorrow." Seto releases a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Considering you went to see her and invited her to a dinner, that may help the band's reputation after the concert fiasco," his hand falls back to his side, "So be it. You realize that the Los Angeles concert is tomorrow?"

"Yes. It will be rough, but I know we can pull it off. If you prefer, we can fly to Los Angeles after the dinner tonight," I arch an eyebrow at our manager. Seto purses his lips in thought.

"That would be better," he nods.

"We will do that then. Make the arrangements," I turn to leave.

"Please?" He prompts.

I sigh and roll my eyes, "Please, Seto. Will you make the arrangements?" Yami: 20, Seto: 13. I know... I should be polite. Manners can be difficult to remember after the morning I had. Seto agrees with a grunt. "Thank you." I smile at him over my shoulder, returning to the room I share with Yugi.

"Atemu?" Yugi greets me with a hug and a confused expression.

"Morning my little Rock Angel," I return his hug.

"Did you send me roses?" he asks. "A crazy amount of roses were delivered not too long ago. The only note with them was said 'I'm sorry' but it didn't have a signature."

"No, I'm sorry I didn't. Bakura sent Ryou roses. I knew Ryou would still be here with you so we had them delivered to our room," I give him a peck on the lips. He pouts at me. Okay. He really seems to want roses. Note to self, send Yugi roses at some point in the very near future.

"They are from Bakura?" my eyes focus behind Yugi to see a red-eyed, shaking Ryou.

I nod, "Yes, they are all from him. To you."

"He can shove them all up his ass. I want nothing to do with him," a tear runs down Ryou's cheek. The smallest albino looks so angry and hurt. Not that I blame him. I just hope he will forgive Bakura. The silver haired thief is a selfish bastard; however, it does not take rocket science to see these two belong together.