A/N: Ello Ello! Thank you for your continued support! This story is almost fully converted! So exciting!
CapricornKitty1975: *Squeaks* So glad you approve!
Zam_Steelix: Thank you! *Bows.* Music is my inspiration! I always listen to music as I write.
Blackxxxxdarkness: Thank you! Glad you liked it.
jofisk: Their pasts had to come out some time. Fans tend to find even the most well hidden skeletons in the closet.
yamitheprince: Yay! Thank you! *Dances around happily.*
Lily_Da_Lemon121: Even when I'm not working on the past chapter actively, I always think of it when I hear that song. It's crazy. Actually, most of the songs used, I still think of the CoG performances.
darkmagianwyngro: I would love to see this video actually made. This and the "Radioactive" one from earlier in the story. Those would be really neat videos.
This chapter is a bit on the mature side, but not a lemon nor a lime. Below are the songs in order and the artists that sing them:
"Talk Dirty To Me" by Jason Derulo
"Joystick" by Simon Curtis
"Flesh" by Simon Curtis
"Fuck You Betta" by Neon Hitch
"Fuck Away The Pain" by Divide the Day
"Lollipop Luxury" by Jeffree Star
Moving along to the disclaimer... I don't own ANY of the songs in this chapter. Not one. Enjoy! Please leave votes and comments on your way out. Love ya!
Seto pauses before entering the limo. I glance over my shoulder to see he had turned away from the limo and is walking in the opposite direction. It takes me a few seconds to realize he is on the phone.
"When is this?" I hear Seto ask into the phone; his tone icy and annoyed. Uh oh... There is muttering on the other end.
"You do realize the concert is this evening. They just finished shooting a video. They've been up all night!" Seto growls, pinching the bridge of his nose. Sounds like someone is trying to get us for a job before the concert. I hate when they do this. We have zero time to prepare.
"Atemu, what's going on?" Bakura grunts from the depths of the limo. I am still standing at the entrance; one foot in the limo and one foot on the ground, listening in on the conversation. Well, the one side I can hear. Seto moves further from the limousine.
"Atemu," Bakura barks, "What the fuck is going on?"
"Shhh," I chide, trying to hear Seto as he continues to move away.
"That's not bad," I hear Seto's voice turn surprised, "Fine. We'll be there." Seto pushes the button on his phone to hang up and walks towards the limo. I roll my eyes and climb the rest of the way in. Yami: 21, Seto 18. Asshole is closing the gap. I will need to change that.
"Change of plans," Seto announces, climbing into the limo and adjusting his trench coat.
Seven pairs of eyes land on our manager, eight if you include our driver who has lowered the glass separating him and us and is awaiting further instruction.
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Lonely Existence
Fanfiction"It's true what they say. Money cannot buy love. Thousands of adoring fans and kiss asses.. sure, but not love." A Yugioh Fanfiction
