A/N: Hey guys! My muse is being stingy with the inspiration and ideas. Hopefully, that is remedied soon. I want to be able to post a little bit more often now since I have a little bit more time!

As always, I don't own the song in this chapter! It is "Not Gonna Die" by Skillet

Anywho! Here's the next chapter. As always, I hope you like it.

The band sat around the conference table sipping coffee, nibbling on breakfast, and discussing our upcoming concert. Well... most of us are sitting around the table. Malik decided the table made a better seat than the chair and opted to sit on the table instead. I took chuckled while lifting my coffee cup to my lips.

According to Seto's planner, our concert is this evening on the grassy area near the Eiffel Tower. Press releases have already been released informing the fans about the change in concert venue. It is really nice knowing what to expect for the day.

Seto and Joey burst through the doors. This is day two for Seto without his planner. The poor man looks like he was a drug addict without his fixed. He had very little color in his cheeks, he was sweating, and his hair was sticking up in very strange places. He wore regular jeans and a...Ra! A sweatshirt! This is serious. I didn't think he even owned one of those. Perhaps he nabbed it from Joey.

"Good morning, Seto," Bakura purred.

Cold cerulean orbs narrowed at the albino, "If you say so," Seto growled. "Have ANY of you seen my digital planner? I still can't find it. The item has just vanished without a trace."

His eyes met ours, searching each of us, begging for an answer. I actually feel very guilty. He may be an asshole but he is a good manager and a good friend of mine. No one deserves this.

"We haven't seen it, Seto," Marik commented with a smile.

"Well, I know your concert is tonight, so we'll go off of that for now. I need to find that thing today!" he stormed out of the room without eating anything and without another word to the rest of us. I wince as the door slams behind him.

My eyes flicker over to Ryou, "Download the schedule onto your computer. Then we have to return his planner. I've never seen him like this. The poor man is a wreck. I can't stand to see him like this. He doesn't deserve this."

"Relax, Atemu. He'll be fine. We can watch him squirm a few more days," Marik waved a hand at me dismissively.

"No, Marik! We need to return it to him! He is a good man and a good manager. I don't want him to suffer any longer," I snap at the blonde.

"Stop being so dramatic, Atemu," Bakura rolled his espresso colored orbs.

"I'm not," I pause and take a deep breath, "Please just do it, Ryou," I stand and take my leave before loosing my temper.

\/\/\/

I heard the lock click and the door swing open. I glance up from tuning my guitar to see Yugi and Ryou enter. The albino approached me and held the digital planner out to me.

"Take it," he ordered smiling sweetly at me. I hesitate before reaching my hand out to accept the small black sleek object. "I downloaded the entire schedule for the rest of the tour onto my laptop. You can return it to him."

I nodded, "The question is how are we going to return it?"

"Joey will help us. He already suspects that we took it," Yugi chimed in.

"Are you certain he will help us and not tell him?" I turn my gaze to Yugi. He smiled and nodded.

"Actually," Yugi turned and walked over to the door. He opened the door and in walked Joey, "He already knows and has agreed to return the planner to the room."

I tilt my chin upward, "Where are you going to put it?" I ask Joey.

"Don't worry man. I got dis," He smiled at me and gave Yugi a playful nuggie.

"Where are you going to put it? Seto is very peculiar about this device. He will not believe it if you just leave it in some random location in the room."

"I may not have known him as long as you; however, I know Seto. Better than you think I do. I'm going to shove it behind the toilet and tell him it must have fallen out of his pocket when he went to the restroom," Joey responded.

"That will never work," I shook my head, "he's too smart for that."

"Trust me man, I know just how to play it," Joey smiled reassuringly at me.

I sigh tracing the sleek black plastic with my fingers, "If you think you can handle him, here," I held it out to him, "Take it. I would appreciate it if you didn't tell him we took it."

Joey crossed the room in a few strides, "Trust me, Atemu. I've got you covered." He accepted the organizer; taking it from me. He shoved it into his pocket.

"Thank you, Joey," I lower my head; returning to the task of tuning my guitar.

"You're welcome man," Joey grinned, "Good luck with your concert tonight. Did Seto give you the details of what he has planned for tonight?"

"Yes," I respond shortly, "I'm not a huge fan of it, but it will make for a good show."

"He thought so too," Joey winked at me. He turned on his heel and crossed the hotel room. "Have fun tonight."

"Thank you for your help, Joey!" Yugi waved to Joey.

"No problem, Yug," Joey waved at us before pulling the door open and disappearing. Well that is one less thing I have to worry about. Now to get through tonight.

\/\/\/

The sunset and Eiffel Tower behind us made for the most amazing backdrop to the concert. The fans really seemed to like it. Of course as it was outside, it was a little bit more difficult for the crew to monitor who had tickets to see the concert and who was sneaking in. Not something I'm worried too much about. We are outside, so even those who did not purchase tickets could hear us at the very least.

The band plays the start of the last song. I shift my guitar to rest against my back. I clutch at the microphone and sing. My eyes scan the audience; looking for the 'surprise' aspect of this song.

Death surrounds
My heartbeat's slowing down
I won't take this world's abuse

I clutch my hand into a fist before releasing the fist to fling my arm outward and to the side.

I won't give up, I refuse!

This is how it feels when you're bent and broken
This is how it feels when your dignity's stolen
When everything you love is leaving
You hold on to what you believe in

Ryou leans towards the microphone hovering over his keyboard to sing his solo part of the song.

The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye
And then I heard you flat line

I hold my hands up; moving them to the front of me. My eyes land on several individuals dressed in hooded black robes. A loud crack of a whip cuts through the music. One whip wraps around my left arm. A split second later another one is used to bind my right wrist. I glance around me to see one is wrapped around Yugi's leg, another is wrapped around Bakura's torso. A fifth rope is launched out and wraps itself around Marik's thigh. Another snakes its way around Ryou's bicep. The seventh whip finds its way around Marik's chest.

No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna stand and fight forever
(Don't close your eyes)

I feel the whips binding my arms tighten as they are pulled taunt. Another rough tug brings me to my knees.

No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna fight for us together
No, we're not gonna die tonight

A feel a third whip wrap its way around my throat. It tightened cutting off some of my air supply and making it difficult to breath. Fuck! I'm going to have to have a word with Seto! This is ridiculous. I shove my discomfort aside and take as deep of a breath as I can with my restricted airflow. My head raises to the audience.

Break their hold
'Cause I won't be controlled

A strong tug to the third whip that is placed around my throat pulls me forward onto my stomach. Fuck! What the hell is with this guy? I gasp for breath; struggling to get to my knees. The audience gasped; silence falling briefly before they cheered for us.

They can't keep their chains on me
When the truth has set me free

I get to my knees and give a tug on the black whip wrapped around my right wrist. The individual in black lost his grip on it. The leather whip fell loosely to the ground at my feet. One down; three to go.

This is how it feels when you take your life back
This is how it feels when you finally fight back

I grip the whip around my left wrist and tug at it. It comes free from the hooded figures' grasp. It too fell limply to the ground at my feet.

When life pushes me I push harder
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger

The last thing I heard was you whispering goodbye
And then I heard you flat line

I grip at the whip that continued to tighten around my throat. I gasp once again; breathing becoming increasingly difficult. The hooded figure holding the other end of the whip tugged at it again. I fell forward back onto my stomach. This is just ridiculous! It feels like this guy is really trying to strangle me. I cough. I feel the tension on stage build. Marik and Bakura step in to sing the next part while I struggle with the fucker holding the whip around my throat.

No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna stand and fight forever
(Don't close your eyes)

I feel the whip going impossibly tight around my throat. I.. can't breath! I claw desperately trying to remove the whip from my throat.

No, not gonna die tonight

My eyes grow wide as I glance behind me; locking eyes with Bakura. His espresso colored orbs narrowing at me. His face showed no sign of show; only fury. He reached into his black trench and withdrew a leather case. He tossed it at me before returning to playing his base guitar. The object slid across the stage and bumped my foot.

We're gonna fight for us together
No, we're not gonna die tonight

My world began to spin around me from the lack of oxygen. I need to get this whip away from my neck or I will be strangled!

Don't you give up on me
You're everything I need

I struggle to reach the object at my feet. It is no use. I can't reach it!

This is how it feels when you take your life back
This is how it feels when you fight back

I kick at the object. It slid a foot towards the front of the stage; just close enough for me to wrap my fingers around it. I roll over on my back and clutch the case in one hand and remove the dagger using the other hand. I feel the other end of the whip be pulled again. I slide further towards the front of the stage. An inaudible growl claws its way through my restricted throat. In one swift motion, I swing the dagger at the whip. It snapped in two.

No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna stand and fight forever
(Don't close your eyes)

I clawed the object away from my neck and take the largest most welcome breath of oxygen. I cough violently a few times before turning back onto my stomach and rising to my feet. I turn back towards the audience; searching for the asshole who was trying to strangle me without any luck. The hooded figure was gone. I stagger back to the microphone. I cough again; clearing my throat. I force my reluctant voice to work. To get me through the last part of this song.

No, not gonna die tonight
We're gonna fight for us together
No, we're not gonna die tonight
No, we're not gonna die tonight

Not gonna die
(Not gonna die)
Not gonna die
(Not gonna die)
Not gonna die tonight

We finished the song; and the whips around the others disappeared. The crowed roared its approval in a deafening applause. We bowed before turning to exit the stage.

"Seto!" I croaked out, "What the FUCK was that?!"

"I... don't know! That wasn't supposed to happen!" he blinked at me in shock. "That was not part of the plan nor was it part of the show!"