Lonely Existence

Down Under

A/N: Ello ello! Thank you for your support! You are all amazing.

Blackxxxxdarkness: Those songs are so fun. When I was first writing this story, I worked for months to get some of those songs into the story and was finally able to figure it out. 

CapricornKitty1975: Uh oh... *hands mop.* Get to work. *Lifts foot up* Great. Got blood on my boot. Are you going to need a transfusion or something? 

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As always, I do not own the song in this chapter. It is "Down" by Thousand Foot Krutch. I really hope you enjoy it. Please vote and comment before you leave. Thank you!

Aryan's grin grows impossibly large, sliding his index finger into the golden envelop and breaking the seal, "And the Sex Icon for Clash of Grey is..."

The tell-tale drumroll sounds; the band waits with bated breath for Aryan to announce the results.

"Bloody hurry up already," Bakura growls, narrowing deep espresso eyes at the host. Ryou chuckles, hiding his grin behind his hands.

"Yami!" Aryan announces. I blink in astonishment. That can't be right.

"That can't be right! I demand a recount," Marik stands; his tall intimidating form towers over Aryan. Arayn's eyes flick up from his envelope, confusion and a glimmer of fear written on his face.

"But, our technology is top notch...oh!" Aryan chuckles. What did I miss? My eyes move from the host to Marik. The psycho is grinning like the maniac that he is. "So you aren't actually mad?"

Marik's laughter reverberates through the studio, "Of course not. Yami's performance was hot! I may disagree about him being the hottest of the group, but I can't deny his performance made me want to bend him over on stage."

Heat rushes to my cheeks at the sudden mental image onslaught within my brain. The mental image of Marik pounding into me. I bite my lip, feeling ashamed that those thoughts would even break into my head. I love Yugi. I suddenly find the leather fabric wrapped around my legs utterly fascinating.

"Didn't we all!" Aryan agrees with Marik's comment. I'm sure by now my cheeks match the tips of my hair. Ra! When will this end?! My attention is pulled away from the fabric of my pants when I feel Yugi's hand entwine with mine.

"Congratulations," he whispers in my ear.

"Thank you," I smile at him.

"Yami! What charity are you going to award you prize to?" Aryan asks, forcing me to meet his gaze.

I lick my lips, "CSG." I feel Yugi stiffen next to me.

Aryan blinks a few times, "Hmmm CSG. I don't recall who they are."

"Cutters Support Group," I clarify. I hope this does not come back to bite me on the ass. It is not my intention to out Yugi, but to help him and anyone else who may use a blade for relief. I momentarily see Aryan's eyes glance next to me before returning to me. Oh Ra. He knows. Please don't say anything. I soften my eyes, pleading with Aryan to not say anything.