Authors Note: Hello potential reviewers! This is my first fanfiction for I hope it goes well. . Don't forget to review after your done reading! I have finished writing chapter 2 already, and I'm working on chapter 3 this very minute. If I get few good reviews for chapter one, then I'll put up chapter 2 by tomorrow. .

Warnings: Not too much to warn you about. Bad language and yaoi. The usual...

Rating: I'm not too sure where this falls...I'll rate it pg13 for now. It may be raised later on.

Disclaimer: Of course I own YGO. Didn't you see that episode where Jou and Kaiba have hot secks in Kaiba's office? I came up with that one. :)

Beta: Addison.

Pairings: Marik (Light) and Bakura (Dark). Possible Ryuuji and Kaiba. (Hell yeah! Obscure pairings unite!)

Lullaby: Chapter 1

The cold November wind blew through the trees, whisking about the fallen, discolored, leaves. The swiftly moving wind pooled in small currents, making phone lines swing back and forth. The old fashioned, fire-lit, street lamps flickered in protest to the chilling weather. The small flames threatened to go out any second, and in a small alleyway off of Main St, there was someone desperately hoping that they would hang on.

The icy breeze mingled with the small puffs of hot air coming from smooth lips. A tall, pale, boy of about seventeen years was bent forward with his hands on his knees; his long, thin, form doubled-over in exhaustion. Thick white hair was plastered to the boy's sweat dampened forehead. A gloved hand reached up and the black leather was dragged across his face, effectively brushing the wet bangs back behind his right ear. With the silky white strands out of the way, a pair of dark chocolate eyes glared arrogantly towards Main St. as he heard his pursuer shouting for him.

Silhouetted by the eerie glow of the street lamps, a large figure appeared at the mouth of the alleyway. He looked about angrily before squinting into the boy's shadowy hiding place. He wasn't able to see the slim, pale, figure that had now retreated farther into the darkness of the alley. "Fucking whore! I'll kill you!" the figure bellowed. His enormous girth shook violently with the force of his threat. His fists clenched. "I'll teach you to steal from me," he spat venomously.

The pale boy just continued to peer at the figure from his hiding place, sure that he couldn't be seen. His body was starting to shiver with cold, and may be even slight fear though he would never admit it; not even to himself. Bakura Saito was never afraid of anything, and he wouldn't develop that loathsome habit right now. However, he scooted farther into the darkness of his safe corner. Just in case, he told himself.

The large man continued to leer into the shadows, hoping to catch some form of movement, but when he didn't see anything but leaves being shifted by the wind, he continued on his way hoping to catch the clever thief farther down the road.

If it had been anyone else, they would have sighed in relief at that moment; not Bakura though. He simply exhaled a little slower than he normally would have. That had been his closest call yet. Bakura was an excellent fighter, but against a man that big he wasn't sure exactly how much damage he could do.

Probably none. That bastard's fat would absorb all the force in the punches even before I'd have time to throw another, Bakura thought bitterly.

Bakura stood slowly, wincing as the tight knots in his muscles protested to the movement. Was it really worth all of this stress? He'd been pretending to whore himself out for a few months now. Nothing ever happened, he was always able to steal the men's wallets before they were even finished removing his shirt. Still though, this may have been as close as he'd ever gotten to being caught, but it wasn't the first time he'd been chased down by such a determined client. This was a dangerous profession he had going on here, and he couldn't keep it up for too much longer. Especially since…he had nowhere to go in the nights.

Bakura wrapped his arms around himself. Leather gloves, a blue scarf, jeans, and a long-sleeved striped shirt were not nearly enough in this November weather that seemed to get colder every night.

The white-haired boy trudged out of the dark alleyway, and into the dim glow of the street lamps. He sighed. What now?

And as if answering him, the street lamps finally gave up their long fight with the biting wind and gave out with several small 'poofs'.

"Fucking Ra! Do the spirits hate me tonight?" Bakura shouted, shaking his fist at the sky. He cursed at the skies for a little longer (even starting to pull at his hair in frustration) before he finished his little tirade. He dropped his fists and huffed as he looked around in the darkness. He smiled though as he noticed the white orb in the sky. At least the moon was always on his side.

He started walking down the street, comforted by the pretty white glow that nature's night-light provided. He decided that since he didn't have anyway to sleep that night and it was already 2:00 in the morning anyway, he'd walk around the city the rest of the night. If he slept he was afraid he may not wake up. His body was already going numb, and being wracked with fierce shivers, he really couldn't afford to test fate right now.

After only a few minutes though, Bakura became lonely. He had never been fond of silence, and here it was now. It surrounded him, only being broken by the wind every minute or so. He wished he had some type of music player. That would be perfect, but of course he didn't have one. Being broke sort of limited your entertainment option. So he chose the next best thing, whistling.

He started to whistle. It was a lullaby; a very old one that his mother used to sing to him when he was a child. As the sound played about his ears his loneliness ebbed away, but it didn't take him long to realize that his whistling was beginning to mingle with another sound.

Off in the distance he heard a piano, and the ivory keys were tinkling out the same lullaby being whistled by the pale boy. Bakura changed his course and made a bee-line for the music, being drawn in by the beautiful playing. His lullaby sounded so pretty on this person's piano…

The sad, haunting melody grew in volume as Bakura drew closer. At the same time however, fatigue started to catch up with his body. He became dizzy and started to sway. He shook his head, and fought for consciousness. He had to find out were the beautiful playing was coming from, and who was playing it. He crossed the street and leaned against a dark streetlamp.

In front of him was a tall brick building, and out of one of those windows, floated those musical notes of Bakura's memories. He stared at the window as his vision faded. Bakura fainted, knocking over a garbage can in the process.

And he could still hear that nostalgic aria, even in the empty darkness of oblivion.

Hm... I think that went well. Kinda short though. I think all the chapters will be about this long.

What do you think?