Summary: While Kisara is looking for Seto, she stumbles across the thief King getting ready to over throw the Pharaoh and steal the Sennen items. In a agonizing hour, Kisara and Bakura relate to each other in such a way that it changes theirs lives forever, and makes them see each other and the world very differently……….

Hi Peps! This is probably the most angsty thing I'm going to be doing for a while. The fic itself is made up of six parts, so please enjoy. This is not a full fledged romance, its much deeper then that. It depends how you look at it really. Don't own Yugioh. Please R/R.

Fragments of a shattered Soul:

Kisara ran though the crowds, her silver hair in a whirl behind her. She was exhausted. But the sheer thought of Seto selling his soul to darkness…..it filled her with fresh horror every time the thought crossed her mind, and this kept her feet flying.

Bakura inspected a beautiful amulet by holding it up to the boiling rays of the Egyptian sun, and admired how the sunlight cast beautiful rainbows on the ground. As his eyes flickered to the next delight he had in his sack of stolen goods, he heard the pounding of small feet and the hurried gasping of a young woman. Leaning other the edge of his balcony, he spotted a attractive girl with skin as white as milk, silver hair and Nile blue eyes stop and gasp for breath before moving on.

Rolling his eyes, he heaved himself over the balcony and landed catlike in front of her. Kisara reeled back in shock while taking in her intruder's appearance. He would have been handsome if it wasn't for a long white scar that traced his cheek, or how his purple eyes were hardened, bearing much suffering and pain from the past.

"So," he purred in his predator like manner, "what is a desert bloom like you running around unprotected? These are dangerous times, Woman. You have no idea what could be lurking around the corner…." He took a step towards her, his eyes shining like over excited fireflies in the shade of the alley.

Kisara gulped. "I am….searching for my Master," she said under her breath. "Please, I must go to him." Bakura cocked his head to one side. He was still standing in her way. She was getting desperate now, looking over his shoulder in a pleading fashion. Bakura decided to have a bit of fun with this naïve girl. She looked like she'd never heard of him, which didn't flatter him much.

"Who is your master…?" Bakura asked. Kisara looked at him. Why was he doing this? Could he not see that one, she was in a hurry, and two, she needed to get to SetoSama before dark at least. "His name is SetoSama. I owe him my life." She mumbled under her breath. Bakura's eyebrows shot to the heavens. Seto? Why was such a innocent girl with Seto, for Ra's sake? "I assure you, Seto is safe. Go to him, but I may want something of you first." Bakura smirked. Kisara blinked a few times. Then she made a major mistake.

"Don't you have a family to go home to?" Such a simple question. Poor Kisara had no idea how her words would impact on the thief. Bakura paused, his smirk disappeared and his face became blank.

FLASHBACK

Bakura rushed though the streets, the air stank of ash, flames and death. His little sister Amrane hung onto his hand, looking at her big brother in fear. Never had she seen Bakura look this serious. His child like features were now hardened, a look of pure hatred sounding his eyes.

A solider appeared out of nowhere, and wrenched the screaming Amrane from Bakura's arms. Bakura attempted to bite the man, but instead received a kick that sent him sprawling to the ground. His sister screamed and kicked, and shouted Bakura's name. As Bakura hurried to retrieve his sister, a cracking of bone was heard. Then a thunk as a lifeless body was hurled to the ground.

Amrane was dead.

End FLASHBACK

Bakura stood there, expressionless. Kisara backed away. His reaction frightened her more then if he was pressing a knife to her throat. Bakura's face suddenly was confronted with rage. He rushed forward, and lifted the terrified girl by her collar. She held up two shaking hands over her face. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you…"

"Well you did, didn't you, stupid girl?" He put his face close to hers. "So, do you have any family?" Kisara peered at him in fear. "N-no….they died when I was born….I had a mother for a while but she died when I was eight….I was just found wandering around…" Bakura dropped her, causing her to yelp in pain.

"Maybe we need a little talk….." he dropped to his knees beside her before commenting: "We're alike, you and me. We are both outcasts who would rather forget the past…me certainly…."

Kisara looked up at Bakura, and nodded before hugging her knees. What did she have to lose, anyway? If Seto was safe, why didn't she speak to Bakura for a while?

If only Kisara knew, if only she had any idea of the devastating effect of this talk would bring….

BB3: It gets even more angsty after that, so if you want a bottle of anti depressant pills for the next chapters, I would advise it. Please R/R!

Cat: Or go to KFC in bondage, whatever you want really……