He downgraded his tea to knee level from his pale lips. Although it had just been made, no steam rose from the chipped cup and with no care from Bakura, grew quickly cold. The young male sat slumped against the sofa with his white mane almost reaching hallway down the leather seat. His breaks were short and sweet, as if the entire building staff knew that this was his time and to not disturb him until his soon return to his office.

"Ah. Nothing quite like Lemon tea" He muttered as he once again brought the ceramic back up to his mouth. The water in the break room was luke warm at best but compared to his small life out of town, was better than what he normally got. Bakura was a simple man. Working for a small translation company that specialises in the transition from Japanese to English. Lately, the big project had been to translate new Yugioh cards before the Christmas rush hit in America and so far, had been going considerably well. Despite the fact that they were working slower than originally planned, it was certain all the cards would be done in time. This strangely made Bakura smile. He was never one for playing the actual card game but knew some friends who would love to get the free cards promised to him upon completion by Seto Kaiba. Working for his ex was tough sometimes but for the job, he was willing to move on. Kaiba had been his first guy and honestly probably his last. He was straight up until meeting Kaiba in a late night bar and both with broken hearts, found comfort in each other's beds. It was pure horrible coincident that Kaiba was his new boss when Bakura took on the new job. He knew Japanese from his home town and knew English from living in the country for several years so he was sure this was his perfect job. Kaiba was proud of his business. Although it was small with many rivalling companies, Everyone was family.

"Hey! Kaiba said he put my sweets in here"

Bakura turned his head slowly having recognised the little voice. Mokuba shifted on his feet before bouncing into the room and looking around.

"B… Bakur"

"Ha. It's Bakura. Remember Mokuba?"

Mokuba smiled and nodded but in a way that told Bakura that he had no clue who Bakura was. Of course he didn't blame him. For being just twelve he has already been given legal rights to own the company after Kaiba and already faced the stress of having to know the names of plenty of people. Bakura wasn't about to tell him off for struggling.

"I've not seen any sweets around here. Just some apple slices in the fridge"

"Oh that's it! Those are my sweets"

Mokuba giggled than ran over to the small corner fridge and pulled out the pack lunch sized slices and held them close to his stomach. His mouth almost seemed to be watering as he ran back passed Bakura and out the door. Bakura rolled his eyes and kicks the fridge door closed.

"Some sweets Kaiba"

The clock than struck, signalling the ending of his break. Bakura placed the dirty cup upside down next to the sink and began the long walk down the hall, towards his office. The hall was plain with the occasional picture of star staff and famous cards from over the years that the company has been running. With thousands of cards and even more being printed, the company is split based on the cards type. Bakura worked in the Token department with a few others and often sees it as a friendly atmosphere. When he returns to his chair, he is instantly called to check the accuracy of a card's translation. He signed in an annoyed tone and forces his body off the comfort of the desk chair. Sauntering over to his colleagues' box he rested his body against the frame.

"What?"

The colleague turned around and smiled sweetly at Bakura before nudging her body to the side in order for Bakura to see the screen.

"Hmm. looks okay. Yeah it's fine"

The colleague's eyes widened as if his praise was a difficult thing to earn around the office.

"Okay thanks. Ermm Bakura... Do you want to get dinner after work tomorrow?"

It's at this point that Bakura realised that this poor girl whom had offered such a simple thing, would become a victim of his other side.

"I'll let you know"

With that, Bakura rushed over to his solo desk and thrust his head into his hands. A painful headache than began to plague his mind until the voice inside him was able to speak clearly. It was a voice that Bakura was forced to live with since he hit puberty at a younger age than average. He clutched his hair, trying to pry the voice out of his head and throw it in his bin.

"Bakura. I'd suggest going on that date" The voice was almost identical to his but was softer and calmer in a deceitful kind of way. The extra mind that lived with Bakura, that could somehow manage to know its feelings and needs. His other half, Ryou, was more sexually active than Bakura but with the curse of living inside Bakura, forced his host to have sex with several women a week on his behalf. It brought Bakura to tears most nights as he saw women after women being hurt by him. By his other self. Ryou on the other hand, found it entertaining. To see how the people Bakura was forced to fuck reacted. Deep down, Bakura had a fondness for other men but with Ryou being as violent as he is. Was it worth it to even pursue his own desires?

Work flew past quickly after the conversation with Ryou. Not a lot got done in the end, mainly because Bakura was feeling awful about what tomorrow would hold. Whether his Co-worker wanted sex or not, it will happen. Bakura had to live outside the town, to avoid the police with any rape claims but of course he carried drugs for that. He felt too sick to drive, so decided to spend his spare change on getting the buss to take him closer to home. Than he would walk the rest. While waiting for the bus, Bakura began to let the tears fall. It was raining fairly heavily so he had an excuse of anyone were to question him. His life is simple and he has a stable job but of course. Nothing is ever perfect.

Okay so this is the pilot chapter meaning it's not too long. Things will pick up though I promise. Hope you stick around for the show :) New chapter every day I hope!