YGO:CS-A Dragon's Heart

Summery: After Shelen's death, Yami is overcome with despair and leaves the palace to live on the streets as a peasant. He doesn't think his life has any meaning anymore and goes into a deep depression. But what happens when a strange girl shows up in the night? YamixOC-Sequel to My Only

Pairings: YamixShelen, BakuraxKyla, JazzxSeth(Seto's past-life. I changed his name.), MarikxCrystal

Rated: M for violence and maybe some sexual themes

NOTE: I have changed a few names in this story. Dazel is Daren now and Seto is Seth

Ch. 1: Life Without You

"He's been taking it harder than I thought..." Jazz said as she glanced back at the man sitting by the window just staring off into space.

"Well what do you expect? He lost the love of his life didn't he?" Bakura said carelessly.

"Not helping, Bakura!" Jazz snapped.

"Will both of you stop fighting like a married couple!" Seth snapped in annoyance. They both looked at him with scowls.

After the tragic event of the exacution, Jazz, Kyla, Daren, Bakura, Marik, and Seth had dropped their positions in the palace as well as Yami, who gave up his crown and went to live on the streets. Bakura, who had had a house before he became a soldier of the Pharaoh, had allowed them all to stay in his house since Kyla already lived with him being his lover and all so they took up the offer. They had to work though.

"I wish there was something we could do to get his mind off of that day..." Kyla sighed as she came in with fresh laundry. None of them blamed Seth for Shelen's death as he had confessed he did not stab her. Yami didn't care what his cousin did as long as he was sure Seth wasn't the killer. Yami didn't care what anyone did to be honest. When he wasn't doing his share of the chores he was just staring into space or wandering around. They even heard him cry at night. He didn't eat much but they reminded him that if he didn't take care of himself SHE wouldn't be very please. They kept from calling Shelen by name in front of Yami and he was grateful.

"Well, we could do some combat practice?" Daren sudgested. Ever since they had moved in with Bakura he had taken to sparring with Yami and the other boys. It took their minds off of things as well. It seemed to help.

"Worth a shot." Bakura shrugged, "Hey, Pharaoh!" He called. Yami looked up, his crimson eyes empty of any emotion, "How about some sparring?"

Yami nodded mutely and stood to go out to the back of the house and wait. Bakura and Daren got up to get their swords and the others followed to watch. The only time Yami really showed any emmotion was when he was in combat. He had the gleam in his eyes that was apart of his old self. They hoped the thrill would never die when he was in battle with the other two men.

At first as they fought he was dull and not very into it. But as they progressed he became more lively until he was absorbed into the heat of the battle. He struck true with each blow and it was the only time he truely looked like a king again. But after the match was over he returned to his stupor. He spoke very little as well. Sometimes grief nearly overwelmed him.

One time Bakura had stopped him from stabbing himself in the heart. Yami had been holding the dagger, ready to plunge it into his chest but then Bakura had grabbed his hand.

-FLASH BACK-

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Bakura had demanded.

"I can't live like this anymore, Bakura." Yami spoke softly, "I can't live without her..."

Bakura just stared at Yami stunned then grit his teeth in anger. The only sound heard thoughout the place was a loud smack. Then Yami was on the floor holding his stinging cheek. Bakura stood towering over the ex-Pharaoh with rage in his hard brown eyes.

"Listen to yourself!" Bakura yelled at the former Pharaoh, "Get ahold of yourself, man! Do you honestly think Shelen would be happy if you did this? Now I know I never knew her like had but I bloody well know that she wouldn't have approved of you commiting suicide! She didn't die so that you could kill yourself and I am bloody sure she wouldn't have wanted you to do this! Think! You still have a long way to go. You can't just drop dead because of depression. She wants you to live your life till you die a true death. Don't give up, Pharaoh. Mope about or cry, but do NOT give up hope." Bakura sighed and reached a hand out to help Yami up. The Pharaoh rejected the hand gently and stood on his own. He then looked at the albino and nodded stiffly.

"Thank you, Bakura. You're right, I shouldn't give up."

He had then walked away.

-End FLASH BACK-

"I swear if he EVER tries that again I will kill him MYSELF." Bakura muttered under his breath at the memory.

"Well, at least he's eating again." Crystal pointed out from her place beside Marik. They had returned to the table and were discussing Yami again.

"Good. I am sick and tired of having to throw out the food he doesn't eat!" Kyla huffed. Kyla at the moment was the one that cooked and when Crystal was busy would do the laundry. Marik would find the supplies and Yami would do the cleaning. Dusting, sweeping, ect. Seth and Jazz would be the eyes and ears of the outside world and would report the activity. They never went to the palace though.

Everyone stared at Kyla after her sudden complaint.

"What? Even I can't stand him being so depressed. And I feel even worse about it since we weren't exactly friendly towards her." Kyla shrugged.

"Yeah, and we learned our lesson. I still have the marks from the lashes though." Jazz muttered.

"Ok, back to the topic at hand." Bakura said in annoyance, all the talk of guilt and depression was getting irksom, "What are we going to do to get the Pharaoh to cheer up. Sparring only works partly and-"

"That's it!" Jazz suddenly cried causing all the others at the table to jump as she suddenly stood with her hands palm down on the table to support her weight as she leaned forward slightly and was grinning like a maniac. Even Marik couldn't beat her grin.

"What in Ra's name is IT?" Bakura snapped angrilly.

"We'll throw a party! Get him to mingle and participate. He'll probably even find someone new to get together with-though I'm not too hopeful-and stop moping all the time!" Jazz explained.

"A party?" Everyone repeated then glanced at oneanother. Then they agreed.

"I have some friends around here that used to party all the time before I was given a position at the palace." Bakura said, "I'm sure they'd love to join in."

"I could inform some old buddies of mine, too." Crystal said getting up, "Before I became a servant I went to a bar with them to drink. I'll tell them about it."

"I have a few strippers I used to hang with too. I'll contact them and see if they can bring some of the others." Jazz said also getting ready to leave the table.

"I guess I'll be in charge of setting everything up, right?" Seth sighed.

"Yup." Jazz looked at him with an 'or-else' look. It didn't really annerve Seth, in fact he thought his ex-slave looked rather attractive when she tried to be top dog(No sexual refrence intended). But all the same he still played along and got up to prepare for the party. Everyone else but Seth and Yami left the house in order to spread the word.

...

Later that night a stranger was in a far corner of the pub left for drunks to come and be themselves. The stranger was clothed in a long black cloak that went all the way to the floor and hid the person's legs from view and a hood that hid the identity of the stranger. They sat cloaked not only in the garment but also the shadows, ignoring the jeering and slurring voices of the drunks in the pub. Suddenly the curtain being used as a door was pulled back to reveal a man with wild white hair that spiked wildly as well.

The stranger looked up when they saw the newcomer. The albino ignored everyone else though. He seemed to be looking for some people.

"Bakura?" Came a suprised male's voice. Bakura turned to the table and walked over to a bunch of people-men and women alike-and began to converse. Even from the far off shadows, the stranger could hear every word.

"Long time, no see." One man was saying.

"You come here to arrest us, exacutioner?" Another joked.

"Saddly, no. Not today." Bakura said in false disappointment, "Actually I'm here to ask you all to come to my place tomorrow night. There's a party being thrown to get Yami's mind off of the 'slave girl death' episode." Bakura explained.

The stranger perked up at the mention of the Pharaoh.

"Yami? He still moping?" One of the other men asked, concerned.

"Yeah, he nearly killed himself a few weeks ago so Jazz is throwing a party to get his mind off of things." Bakura nodded.

"He nearly killed himself? Wow, talk about heartbreak." A woman said. The group talked some more and the stranger listened to every word. Excpessially the ones about the location of the party and the exact address.

So there's chapter 1. Yami is in an emo moment, and the guys are trying to cheer him up. But who is the stranger?

Kaze: R & R, then find out.