Title: Heart Thieves

By: KuroSakura-chan

Summary: Sephiroth, the SOLDIERs, and the Turks are given orders to bring in the thieves Bakura and Vincent. What they didn't expect is for AVALANCHE to be after the thieves as well. Not only that, but the thieves are better than they were told, managing to steal the hearts of the General and one of the Vice-Presidents.

Category: Final Fantasy VII/Yu-Gi-Oh!.

Genre: Romance, Drama,

Warnings: Yaoi, 1st Person,

Couples: Marik/Ryou, Cid/Malik, Rude/Reno,

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII nor Yu-Gi-Oh!.

A/N: This is the last multiple perspective chapter I'll do. The rest will be in only one person's POV.

-Chaos-

Dammit.

Dammit, I knew Bakura's fondness for our landlord would get annoying after awhile. Forcing me to leave our nest, simply because the little mortal wanted some time alone with that SOLDIER...Tch.

To be honest, I don't really mind Ryou and his SOLDIER, Marik, it's just...When Bakura gives in to our landlord's wishes without even an argument, it feels like he's making a comment on my "relationship" with Vincent. Which angers me, of course, because this situation is none of his concern. It does not interfere with our work, and it will not in the future.

Also, what does Bakura have against sleeping with this form? He's certainly slept with worse than this. Vincent isn't hard on the eyes, if I do say so myself. His body certainly fetches me the release I find necessary every month. Still, it'd be simpler for me if Bakura would just agree to accommodate my needs, rather than force me to search for a willing partner who carries no disease. I am not sure if Vincent can actually contract such things, but I would rather not risk it.

All the same, it appears I shall be forced to hunt for yet another this month. Bakura has ignored every offer I have made, and I know it is just me he is turning down, as he has flirted with three of the males who have walked by our table in the past half hour. All have three things in common: They are tall, their hair is brown, and their eyes are a shade of blue. I possess, or rather, Vincent possesses, only one of those traits. We are tall.

This is rather strange behavior for Bakura. I've never seen him focus on a specific type of male for a partner. I cannot help but thing back on the past few weeks. How could I have missed his new preoccupation? And what has brought it on?

I find it...difficult to focus on the past. To me, the future is all that matters. Still, I find what I'm looking for in my hazy memories. Tall, chestnut hair, and ice-blue eyes. A permanent frown etched into that thin face, and I find I'm recalling one of the ShinRa twins. That's right...Bakura had actually put a lot of effort into that conquest...And to tell the truth, I can't recall him taking another to his bed since then...Though he does disappear for several hours every night.

"My, my, you're taken with that ShinRa brat, aren't you?" I smirk, taking a drag from the cigarette in my hand. I don't smoke often, as it annoys Bakura, but he doesn't care if I do it at bars and such.

He turns a glare on me. "What the hell makes you think that?" There is a deadly quality to his tone of voice that makes my smirk grow. It only shows that I'm right.

"Because you only flirt with people who resemble him, while you have no intention of sleeping with any one of them." I point out.

The anger in his eyes dims a bit, something else taking precedence. It's almost like he is reevaluating me at the moment. Honestly, does he have no faith in my ability to watch someone and put all the puzzle pieces together? I feel vaguely insulted.

"He's a good lay, Chaos. With no strings attached. Why would I want to give that up?" He asks before throwing back the shot of vodka in front of him.

"I am not insulting your choice, Bakura. I was merely commenting on it." I respond, taking a drink of my bourbon. Bakura doesn't like bourbon, preferring the burn unique to whiskey ore vodka. He likes to get drunk, and he likes to do so quickly. I just like bourbon. There's no real reason behind it.

We're quiet now, Bakura slamming down several more shots, surprising most of those watching us. He's still upright and calling for more, after all. His latest call falters, though, and I glance up sharply. There's no way he's reached his limit yet. His red eyes are focused on something behind me, so I turn, casually.

SOLDIERs. And Turks. Not just any, either, but the General Sephiroth, his right-hand man Zachary Fair, and the head of the Turks, Tseng. All three are focused on us. Wonderful.

I finish my bourbon and slip from my stool, smirking coldly. Bakura knocks back another shot of his vodka before joining me. The entire bar is silent, watching us, waiting for the fight. Because there will be a fight. Bakura and I aren't going in without one.

Sephiroth jerks his head towards the door, signaling that he wanted us to follow. I see Bakura shrug and start for the door. Which makes sense, as we don't want to destroy the bar, so I follow. Besides, it's easier to lose pursuers in the dark.

I shoot a fanged grin at Zachary, who twitches. I'm good at unnerving people. Glancing at Bakura as we walk through the door, I can't help but ask. "Marik?"

"Marik." Bakura agrees. "But, I'm sure he's protecting Ryou." I nod, stopping in the center of the street. We're surrounded by SOLDIERs and Turks, though it doesn't matter much. "Meet back at home?"

"You got it." I say, and we dart apart.

-Vincent-

Gods, my head feels like someone used it as a drum. What the hell has Chaos done to my body since I was last awake? And, where the hell am I? Plus, there's this weight in the left side of my chest, and I can feel Chaos raging inside. What is going on...?

Looking up as the door opens, I am expecting Bakura to walk through. Seeing Sephiroth was not even a considered possibility, and I can't help but feel like dying.

A/N: Sorry about how long this took! And I know that I owe a YGO character a chapter, but they'll have to wait.

Next Chapter:

-Sephiroth-