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I groaned raising my hand to my pounding forehead. How much did I drink and when did I fall asleep. I shifted feeling something soft next to me. Where am I? I cracked my eyes open realizing that I am still on the jet, but I am not in my seat. I am leaning up against Yugi with my legs stretched across a dozing Malik and Marik. When did we get back in the circle we had formed for the game? And fuck my head hurts. Wait. A blush crept across my cheeks. I am leaning against Yugi. I shifted to look up at him my eyes drowning in deep amethyst pools. He smiled at me.

"Hello. How did you sleep?" Yugi asked.

"Mm..Good. I'm sorry for falling asleep on you," I grunted trying to sit up all the while not elbowing Yugi or kicking Malik and Marik.

"It's okay. I'm use to becoming the human pillow for the guys. I've been told I make quite a soft and comfortable pillow to sleep on," he giggled.

I smiled around my yawn, "Yes, you do make quite the comfortable pillow."

"Yami," Seto appeared standing over me. I arched my eyebrow at him.

"What?" I ask; sounding a little bit more irritated than I had intended.

"No time to rest right now. As soon as we land in Hong Kong, you six are to go straight to the photo shoot. The photographer will not arrive for another few hours, but the crew will be there to help with your hair and makeup."

"Makeup?" the lines of Bakura's lips pulling downward to form a pout.

"Yes, Bakura, makeup. Don't worry, this photographer's crew is very good. You will not look foolish whatsoever," Seto responded.

"Wait! The photo shoot is right after the flight?" I snapped at my manger. I tried to sit up and realized that I had sat up too quickly; my entire world turned upside-down and spun out of control. I groaned falling backwards into Yugi's chest. He let out a little "mmph" as my head made contact with his torso. "I'm sorry," I muttered.

"It's okay," Yugi whispered. I closed my eyes momentarily to try and get this spinning to stop. I let out a deep breathe of air as I lay there and just listened. His voice was so soft and gentle. Almost like a comforting purring that rattled deep within his chest. I could also hear his heart beat. His chest rose and fell with each silent breath he took.

"Yami?" Seto stated with an exasperated sigh.

I cracked an eye open to glare at him for interrupting the moment, "What?"

"You have to get in your seat. We are landing in less than ten minutes," he offered his hand to me. I rolled my eyes and accepted his hand. Yami: 8 Seto: 6. He pulled me to my feet and helped me to my seat. The others took their seats as well; Yugi buckled himself into the seat next to me. I felt the steady decent of the jet as it prepared to land.

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Oh the joys of photo shoots. I had one person tugging at my hair, trying to force it to stand up in a way that made me look…tougher... I guess you could say. They pulled and teased at my hair until it was wild and completely out of control. They rubbed a bronzer and an oil onto my skin. They said it helps 'enhance the glow of my skin and give me a sexy sleek sweaty look.' I don't know. I just let them put whatever crap they want to on me. Then they lined my eyes with charcoal. Now it was time to change.

I slid my legs into the black leather pants that were so tight, they clung to me like a second skin. I pulled my leather boots on and wrapped the studded belt around my waist. I was then adored with my usual leather wrist bands and belt choker. They did not see it fit to provide me with a shirt so apparently, I was spending this photo shoot shirtless. At least it was warm in this building.

"Are you ready, Yami?" I heard Seto's voice on the other side of the tiny dressing room.

I cracked the door open and slid out, "Yes."

"At least you clean up real nice," Seto smirked. I scoffed. Dick. I shifted the leather wristbands slightly; adjusting them to a better place on my wrists. I glanced up just in time to see Yugi appear out of his dressing room. My mouth dropped clear to the ground at the sight.

Yugi was in tight sleek black leather pants. The pants hugged his curves so well, they reminded me of latex. His shirt was sleeveless and made of the same tight sleek material. The knee high studded boots came up over the tight pants and had belts and buckles all over them. He had leather straps and buckles around one of his biceps. His amethyst orbs outlined with dark black charcoal and his hair was teased in much of the same manner mine was.

From the looks of it, every one of the band members was wearing black leather pants. Malik wore a tight lavender vest with nothing underneath it. The vest's collar dipped down to in between his pectorals revealing a smooth chiseled mocha colored chest. The vest was short; coming up just above his navel. His sun-kissed skin stretched tightly across his abdomen.

Marik wore a long purple cloak that fasted with a golden clasp that rested on his collar bone. The long fabric flowed behind him gracefully with each prideful stride. His muscles could be seen rippling under the tight black fabric of his shirt.

Bakura wore tight leather black pants just like the rest of us. He wore a long black trench coat with nothing else underneath it. The black a magnificent contrast to the well-toned alabaster flesh beneath. Ryou on the other hand wore tight black leather pants and loose white shirt. He wore a tight black jacket with two coattails that went down to the backs of his knees and swayed as he walked.

I must admit, they all looked mouthwateringly delicious. We each made our way where they had the instruments set up. Our instructions were to act like we were in the middle of playing a concert. I grabbed my guitar and took my place in front of the microphone. Yugi took his place at my right hand side, Bakura took his place to my left. Ryou was placed on the other side of Bakura with his violin. Malik was on the other side of Yugi behind the keyboard. Malik stood behind the drum set in the back holding up the drumstick in one hand. A smirk crossed my lips; a mischievous glint appearing in my eyes. We took several pictures with the instruments; each with different positions.

The next set of photos centered on a large red velvet couch. We alternated among us who would be sitting or lounging on the couch and leaning against it. In one of the photos, Yugi had stuck his tongue out; resting the appendage on his upper lip seductively. I only saw this action out of the corner of my eye, but I am telling you, it made a chill shoot up my spine. I stifled a moan, turning my attention back to the photo shoot.

In the next series of photos, the photographer wanted to take pictures of each individual band member on our own. I stifled a chuckle watching the photographer unsuccessfully try to get Bakura to smile. The silver haired male would only scowl eliciting a growl from the photographer himself.

"Aww come on, Kura, a smile won't kill you," Ryou purred into Bakura's ear.

"Yes, it would," the taller albino remarked.

"Mmmm.." Ryou hummed as he backed up from Bakura; wrapping his slim long pale digits around the neck of the violin. He nestled the violet on his shoulder and rested his chin against it. His warm milk-chocolate orbs slowly closing as he dragged the bow across the strings filling the air with music. His body swayed, twisted, and moved in time with the beautiful music he was creating. He bowed low his long silver hair falling over his face. As raised his torso, he arched his back and his hair flew over his head and came to rest on his back. I felt my jaw hit the floor. I had never seen any this good at playing the violin and I had never seen anyone play with this amount of raw passion. I felt more than saw Yugi come up to stand next to me.

"Wow," I breathed out silently, "He is so good."

"He is just getting started," Yugi responded quietly to me, "Wait until you see him when he really gets going." Yugi began to back up from me.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"Shh. Just watch, Atemu," Yugi winked at me as he signaled the others to take their places behind the dancing Ryou who had been completely lost to the music. His hips swaying to in fro with the rhythm he created. He was oblivious to the world.

Yugi held his hand up, three fingers sticking up. He lowered one. Timing it perfectly, Yugi lowered the last one and nodded. The group falling easily in line with Ryou. I saw the warm chocolate orbs crack open momentarily; realizing that the others had joined him. He spun on the spot, his knee raised at a delicate angle before coming to a stop still facing the photography crew. I watched the photographer snap into instant action, taking as many pictures as he could while the band played. Catching each of them in the midst of true unbridled passion that came out in their music.

Yugi danced around with his guitar; oh how I wanted to join them. Unfortunately, I did not know the song they played. It may be an original that they wrote on their own. The petite guitarist smirked as he handed me a piece of paper and winked at me. I glanced at him confused before looking down at the piece of paper he had handed me. It was the musical notes they were playing! It was the song they were playing! I picked up my guitar without hesitation, sat the document somewhere I could see it and counted myself into their little impromptu performance.

Applause erupted through the studio when the song ended. The photographer raised his camera, a large grin spread widely across his face, "That is a wrap! Wonderful job everyone!"