Second instalment of "Fragments of a Shattered Soul." R/R, people! I was at the dentist today getting my flipping brace done today. So, I feel like my gobs going to fall out. Don't own Yugioh, as always. Please R/R. I won't be updating till at least I get five reviews. Please enjoy the angst.

Cat: Those who hate angst, death and many other delights feel free to leave now. Or go to KFC dressed at Orlando Bloom….

Chapter 2

Kisara started to subconsciously play with her hair, not really sure what to do or say. Bakura observed her, taking in her rather outlandish looks. She was pretty in a very submissive, gentle way. There was something slightly tainted about her, though. Her long silver hair fell in front of these blue eyes, shy, fearful. She reminded him of a small weak kitten that could bite at the most least expecting time.

Her hair hiding her eyes annoyed him. What did she have to hide, anyway? In a swift, clear movement he reached forward and touched one of her silky strands. Kisara stiffened, as if expecting a abusive slap or kick. But instead, the thief lifted his hand and moved her hair out of the way of her eyes. "W-what are you doing?" Kisara asked. Bakura snorted. "Moving that blasted hair. How in Ra's name can you see with that stuff in your eyes? What's your name anyway, stupid girl?" Kisara looked the thief in the eyes.

He looked sincere, one eyebrow cocked in a annoyed fashion, his eyes showing a slight trace of amusement at the girls reaction. "Kisara," she said, after deciding that she could possibly trust him. "My name is Kisara." Bakura smirked before leaning against the wall casually. "Mines Bakura, Kisara. You're very unthinking, aren't you? If I hadn't been in a merciful mood today I would have slit your throat." He surveyed her under his eyelashes. "Where are you from, anyway?"

Kisara jerked back, as if he had raised a hand to her. "W-what…?" Bakura sighed. "Well you are hardly from here. Just look at you. Don't fall into the natural look category, do you?"

Kisara blinked at him, before biting her lip. "I had a home once. I don't remember much. All I remember are happier times. I was loved, accepted and most importantly, wanted."

FLASHBACK

"Kisara, darling it is time for dinner!"

"Coming Mummy!"

Kisara appeared, looking pretty in a plain blue dress sewn by her grandmother. Coloured cloth was expensive and Kisara was thrilled to have been given such a treasure.

"Where's my little Granddaughter?"

"Nanny!"

As loving arms embraced that small girl, Kisara knew that life couldn't get better.

END FLASHBACK

Bakura was no longer smiling. Kisara's face was blank, small tears appearing in those Nile orbs of hers. In a instant, she blinked them away, and turned to Bakura.

"Where is your family….?" Her voice trailed off as she turned her face away in fear of him grabbing her again. Bakura glared at Kisara, and raised a bronzed hand to her milky skin. His eyes were full of bitterness, pain and anguish. He touched her face and directed her eyes to his. "You want to know…?"

His voice was low, dangerous. Kisara realised how dangerous Bakura could be. What shocked her is what did he want with her? Kisara was just a poor unfortunate girl, hated by the racist crowds because she was different.

Bakura leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him. "Right," he snarled, "shall I begin it as a fairytale, then? How about once upon a time….?"

"Please," she begged "Don't tell me….if you don't want to. I am truly sorry….but don't raise your hand to me….please…."

Bakura blinked, and the anger vanished from his eyes, only to be replaced by confusion. "All right then," he whispered, pulling her hair to one side so that her ear was exposed, "Let me begin….."

BB3: Annnnnnnnnnnnd I left you at another cliff-hanger! No more updates until I have 5 reviews at least. Or if you beg me until your toes drop off for me to update, I might update sooner. Please R/R!

Cat: Or shoot her though the head…..Good idea, that…..

BB3: Yeah, good idea…MUHAHAHAHAHAH!

Cat: Oh shit….