-1Title: What Hearts Need

By: KuroSakura-chan

Category: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Genre: Romance,

Summary: Bakura finds a beaten Seto Kaiba on the street and takes him home. After taking care of him and learning of Mokuba's kidnap as well as the takeover of Kaiba Corp., Bakura agrees to help Seto restore himself as the rightful owner of Kaiba Corp. Yet, what will Seto give in return, and will a heart that has been broken and a heart that never knew love find a way to make it work?

Couples: Bakura/Seto, Bakura/Yami (previous), Malik/Ryou,

Warnings: Yaoi,

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!.

Kuro: You know, it's weird, but most of the times I work on this, I just get done tormenting the Final Fantasy VII characters.

Seto: Your Arm-of-Torment reaches far.

Kuro: You're telling me. Oh, you guys never even got a vote in the poll I was holding.

Bakura: You never even advertised for it in one of our fics.

Kuro: Really? Well damn. I guess that would explain it. Well, sorry folks! Keep a sharp eye on my profile for polls since those tend to decide the next fics I do! I've got one going now! It's about your favorite coupling that I write! Please vote! It'll decide what fandoms my future fan fictions will be written in!

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[Seto

Honestly, this place is a mess. I have no idea how Bakura can stand it. Not being able to find anything-which I wouldn't be able to in this mess-would drive me insane.

And yes, I'm ignoring the fact that people already think I'm insane.

At any rate, the mess has started to get to me. So, I have decided to clean up a bit. Bakura left about an hour ago, mumbling something about his father, and I've managed to organize his take-out menus by name. I'm moving on to the clothes in his room next, having started "clean" and "dirty" piles while searching for the menus.

Whilst working in his room, I uncovered a little shrine. It was hidden in the corner by a shirt carelessly tossed over it.

It was a miniature of a Nagare shrine.

I was tempted to look inside when I saw that the doors opened, but that would be a major invasion of privacy. And since I don't like it done to me, I won't do it to him. Besides, who knows what's in there.

So I returned to my cleaning. Though, after a little longer, my ribs started to hurt again and I had to lay back down. When I next awoke, Bakura was back. He wasn't looking in at me so I walked out into the living room, where he was standing.

Bakura seemed to be on edge. Wonder why?

Then I knew.

Atemu Mouto stood in the doorway with a glare trained on Bakura.

"What the hell is he doing in your apartment, Bakura?" The ass demanded, putting a hand on his hip. I had to do something; Bakura looked like he was going to fall apart. Even I knew that they had had a bad breakup.

"Why, Atemu, I'm surprised you didn't know." I said as silkily as I could while walking up to Bakura and slipping my arm around his waist. I set my chin on his shoulder, nuzzling his neck. "He found someone much better to make him happy."

Atemu's mouth dropped open and he even forgot to yell at me for calling him by his name. He took to the name 'Yami' when he heard that was Bakura's name after he first moved in with his cousin Yugi from Egypt. Apparently, he thought the name made him sound tougher. Little pansy. Mokuba could probably take him.

Bakura didn't move at all for a small moment after I made that startling announcement. However, he managed to regain his power of movement and speech before Atemu could.

"Why of course. Did you honestly think I'd mope about you for the rest of my life? You give yourself far too much credit." One of his arms slowly slipped around my waist, making sure to give my recovering ribs enough space.

"Y-you both are freaks! How the hell could you sleep with that, Bakura?!" Atemu pointed at me violently.

"Oddly enough, Seto is actually quite nice, once you get past his exterior." Bakura said conversationally. "And frankly, he is definitely worth fighting to get through to. Unlike you."

"You were the one who wouldn't sleep with me!" Atemu burst out and I stared. That was what their breakup was about? Because Bakura wasn't ready to sleep with the Egyptian? Well, this is an interesting development.

"Can't blame him either. You're not worth anything, Atemu. Now get out of our apartment." Atemu stared at me for a little bit before turning and stomping out of the apartment. Wow, I hadn't actually thought that would work so well.

I let go of Bakura, but he did not do the same. Instead, he pulled me around to look straight at him. Thank whatever gods may exist that I can control my emotions because with the look he's giving me, I think I would've given away my worry by swallowing.

"What you said…" He began, but cut off, looking down at the floor. Oh. That was it. He was attracted to me. That could be quite the problem…

[Bakura

My gods, what happened to my apartment? Where are all the clothes that were there? What has Kaiba done to my home?

Oh, but there was a better question.

What the hell has Kaiba done to me?

I can't believe that I asked him if he was attracted to me. He didn't even answer. Just walked into the bedroom and slammed the door shut. Guess I got my answer after all, really.

I didn't really think he'd go for it or say that he was attracted to me too and that he was so glad that I felt the same, but I didn't think he'd walk away and slam the door on me.

Guess I learned a valuable lesson. Kaiba does not care for anyone save his brother.

Speaking of his brother, Ryou should be calling soon to schedule a time to talk with the bastard CEO. But I doubt that it'll be for another few days, since Father is visiting for about a day. Perhaps if I hadn't gone to see him, I'd still know where everything in my apartment was. Hmm…Ah, well. At least I managed to talk him out of coming to see where I lived.

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"Bakura?" I glanced up at Kaiba's voice to see him standing in the doorway, shirtless. Oh hell. "Can we talk?"

A/N: Bwa-hah! Here it is for you all!

Preview:

[Bakura

When his lips touched mine, I lost all semblance of control, pinning him to the bed as quickly as possible, yet somehow, as gently as possible as well. His ribs were still healing, after all.

R&R, please!