-1Title: What Hearts Need

Category: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Genre: Romance,

Summary: Bakura finds a beaten Seto Kaiba on the street and takes him home. After taking care of him and learning of Mokuba's kidnap as well as the takeover of Kaiba Corp., Bakura agrees to help Seto restore himself as the rightful owner of Kaiba Corp. Yet, what will Seto give in return, and will a heart that has been broken and a heart that never knew love find a way to make it work?

Couples: Bakura/Seto, Bakura/Yami (previous),

Warnings: Yaoi,

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!.

Bakura: What's with your new preoccupation with us?

Kuro: I have no idea.

Seto: That isn't good enough.

Kuro: Look, I really don't. I don't normally write Yu-Gi-Oh!. This is somewhat new to me as well.

Muse Ishigami: And what about that one-shot you've been working on between these two?

Kuro: Hush! I haven't finished that yet! Anyway, just let me get on with it!

Muse Soharu: You know that she'll write it whether you all approve or not anyway. And so, on with the fic!

Bakura

I had always enjoyed walking when the sky was overcast. I really don't know why, though perhaps I just liked the premature darkness it offered.

My hikari never asked me why I took these walks, but I don't think he cares about what I do anymore. I think he stopped caring when I moved out of his apartment. Besides, he has Malik to keep him company now, so I am no longer needed.

I'm sure that some of the others wonder about me, worrying when I skip school and the like, but they never ask me why. The only people who go out of their way to speak to me are Malik and Yugi. Of course, after Yami and I broke up, Yugi distanced himself me. I didn't mind this, for I never really liked the boy.

Malik and I had always been distant friends to begin with. We were only close when one of us was inconsolably angry. When he started to date my hikari, I drifted from him, not wanting to mess up the relationship.

I think Ryou worries about me every now and then. It is something that twins do, correct? Worry about each other? I only call him my hikari because his is the nice one of us. He has the compassion, the kindness…the heart.

I was-well, am-the one who beats the hell out of people for looking at me weirdly. I know that the rumors floating around said I was a druggie and had killed people, but they weren't true. The only drugs I'm guilty of using are alcohol and cigarettes. And yes, I have had sex with multiple men, but never for money. And no, I haven't killed anyone. I may've put people in the hospital, but they always lived.

I sighed, knowing that it didn't matter who I really was. All that mattered was I acted like a badass with a penchant for chains and leather. Though, in all actuality, while I do like leather, I find chains a bit much. Again, my image is all that matters though.

Just as his does.

I had stopped walking as I noticed blood on the path before me. I say path because on the backstreets, there aren't sidewalks or much of anything. I only had to look to my left to see the original owner of the latest addition to this blood-soaked area.

Whatever, or whoever, I expected to see, it wasn't Seto Kaiba.

Allow me a moment to return to the subject of images. My image dictates that I am an asshole with no morals. Kaiba, on the other hand, was a fucking 4.0 student, the CEO of a corporation, and cold as hell. I've heard that people compare us in terms of compassion and they all say the same thing: We don't have any.

Truth be told, I've never even spoken to Kaiba. I have no idea of whether the things people say about him are true or not. What I did know was that I never expected to see him in the backstreets of town.

As for what possessed me to take him home…I'll probably never know. Maybe I was just lonely or maybe I just wanted to show someone that I, too, could be compassionate.

Whatever the case was, I took him back to my apartment. Once there, I cleaned him up and took stock of his injuries. There were many, but they were shallow and insignificant, save the few broken bones and ribs.

His clothes were trashed, so I had little choice but to pull them off and throw then away. Kaiba's about a head taller than me, so it took me awhile to find some pants for him to wear. Even the longest pair I owned were short on him. I didn't put another shirt on him since most of his wounds were on his chest.

I did what I could to set the bones in his hand, and I wrapped his chest for the broken ribs. Oddly enough, I've had worse problems for some of my bar fights. Hopefully, he'd cooperate and stay still until he healed.

Seto

It's amazing how innocent and kind Bakura looks when he's sleeping.

I have no idea how I ended up in Bakura's apartment, yet I was oddly grateful. Bakura isn't known as the nicest guy around, but my injuries were tended to, my chest was wrapped, and my hand was set.

The bed I was laying in was positioned perfectly for me to see him sleeping on a couch. He was laying on his right side, his hands pillowing his head. A strand of his snow-white hair fell across his face, making the impression that he was innocent more real.

Of course, I know that he is not. After all, he's the one person that people fear more than me. They say that's he's a demon who took over a human's body and eats children for breakfast. They also say that he takes a large amount of drugs daily and has sex with anyone he wants.

Whether or not any of this is true, I know that he smokes. I can smell it on him when we pass at the school. I also know that he misses more school than I and he does not have a company to take care of.

Oddly enough, his brother Ryou Bakura is nothing like him. He baby-sits Mokuba every now and then and I've gotten to know him. I always get to know the people Mokuba is around.

Ryou is a kind and generous person. He takes care of others and doesn't think of money first. In fact, he tried to deny the payment that I give for watching Mokuba. That didn't last long, since I have an overbearing personality. That and his boyfriend talked him into taking it. It strikes me as odd for identical twins to be as different and Ryou and Yami Bakura are though.

I suppose that it isn't any of my business, but seeing as I'm bedridden at the moment, I have little else to do save think.

A twinge of pain ran through my body and reminded me why I'm even in this state. I guess that next time, I can't underestimate those peons. Who would have guessed that they would be able to find thugs who'd be able to beat my bodyguards? Too bad those thugs had such a hard time with the bodyguards that they weren't able to finish the job and kill me. Though, I think that is a good thing for me.

Man, this pain is really starting to get to me.

A/N: Not bad for a first chapter. Anyway, Seto may seem a bit weird, but I am writing this from inside his head. …Ack. Besides, who really knows how he thinks other than the original writers? By the way, pain makes people think really weird things too. I know THAT for a fact. Personal experiences really help when writing. Anyway, R&R!!