Whee! My first Bakura x Yami. O For some reason, I just love this pairing! Then again, I love just about any pairing with a uke-Yami. Or an angsty-Yami.

Yami: You just LOVE to pick on me, don't you? -.-

Highlight of my life. .

Yami: you're evil knows no bounds

&hugs& Aw, I wuv you too!

Eh, anyhoo, all the technical junk….

Oh, by the by, I really had no clue where I was going when I wrote this; this is just a lil something I found hiding in a dusty, forgotten corner in my PC. Hope y'all enjoy it!

SUMMARY: Fate had dealt Bakura and Yami a hard, cruel hand. Each have been through much in their lives. Yami's been left bleeding and broken, his soul shattered by his father's abuse. Bakura's cold and emotionless. Yami's the only good thing in his life, and Bakura holds him dear.

PAIRINGS: Bakura x Yami

WARNINGS: Yaoi, boi x boi. Mentions of Violence. Bakura's foul mouth. Mentions of sex.

NOTES: Yami's OOC in this. I just get tired of fics where he's all uber-cool and kick-ass and nobody can ever beat him becuz he's just so great and strong and friggin wonderful. In this fic, that strong soul of his had been shattered, broken into a million pieces. Vive le angst! O

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SHATTERED SOULS

As the sun set after a cool late summer day, the sky looked as if an artist had taken him brush and blended vibrant magenta and brilliant orange into the blue sky and tinted the puffy white clouds a light violet. A breeze was blowing, reminiscent of the gentle summer yet underlined with the sharp promise of winter.

Yami looked up at the breath taking sunset, searching for the first star of the evening and wishing he had his sketchbook and watercolors with him. But now wasn't the time for dreaming and creating; now, sitting on a swing at the playground next to his boyfriend and eating ice cream was a time for living.

Yami smiled and turned his head, taking a bite of cold vanilla ice cream from the little red plastic spoon Bakura held out to him. Bakura usually got cookie dough or chocolate cherries jubilee, which he claimed, when mixed together and bright red, vaguely resembled blood. But today he'd been nice and gotten plain vanilla for the two of them; the chunks of candy and chocolate in the other flavors would've been murder on Yami's teeth; he'd just gotten his braces tightened today.

The sixteen year old had had braces for about a year now, but he had a very sensitive mouth and the tightenings still hurt; after each one, he usually only picked at very soft foods for the next couple of days. Then again, he'd always had a poor appetite and never ate much, which was part of the reason why he was so thin. The other part had to do with all of the stress at home, namely his father's temper and fists.

Seeing the haunted shadow of emotion that passed over his face, Bakura kissed his cheek and tightened his arm around him. "What are you thinking about?" Yami was sitting in his lap; they were nearly the same height, but Bakura was heavier than him, and he liked to hold Yami. Bakura was too solitary, too independent, and too wary of being in someone's lap, and Yami...he reminded Bakura of a broken, porcelain doll, which someone had cruelly, ruthlessly shattered beyond repair. The scars on his body and soul bore testament to that...

Yami wasn't sure what was going on in Bakura's head-one never could be, but he nuzzled his cheek against Bakura's. "Just look at how beautiful the sunset is..." He sighed and laid his hand atop Bakura's bigger one. "I don't want to go home."

Bakura pulled the spoon out of his mouth and licked his lips with his pierced tongue. "Then don't; stay at my place tonight." He was 18 and had graduated highschool this year; in a few short weeks, when Yami went back to highschool, he'd start college.

He paused, seriously contemplating it. "W-would Oni or Merik mind? They won't be doing anything, will they?"

Bakura shrugged. "Who cares if they do? It's my place, too. 'Sides, we'll be in my room most of the time." He smiled like the Chesire cat and flicked his tongue out to lick Yami's cheek, the metal ball of the tongue ring cool on his soft skin. Yami jumped, shifted in his lap. He blushed and snuggled back against him.

Bakura lived in a trailer park with two other room mates, Oni and Merik, who were just as bad as he was. Yami had stayed there sometimes, but it was almost as bad there as it was at home; the three of them, plus Merik's twin brother, Malik, were constantly fighting. At least there, no one hurt him. Bakura wouldn't allow it, although there'd been times when Bakura's temper had gone out of control, and he'd left marks upon Yami's soft, frail body.

Tbc…

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Yesh, it's the dreaded to be continued sign! But at least ya know more's on the way!

Review, plz?