Notes: This little brat Sophie is here pissing me off and I just got salt in a cut on my hand, therefore I must write angst because my good day is rapidly changing for the worst. Brave New World is an amazing song by Iron Maiden, I'll probably stick the lyrics in at some point near the end. I started writing this fic when I was sitting at a bus stop in the rain. Really. I got a cold.

Warnings: Angst. Majorly. I don't usually write angst, but I'm having a bad day and this'll stop me kicking Sophie across the room. Must not kick eight year olds. Bad. Also Yaoi, possibly first attempt M-Preg (No, nobody gets turned into a girl, it just may or may not happen.), kinda an odd pairing.

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Yugiou, I'm just borrowing them to make them miserable for a while.

Pairing – Seto Kaiba/Yami Bakura… maybe.

Brave New World – Chapter 1

Yami Bakura POV

I hate being mortal. I hate humans, I hate feeling and I hate this city! I'm sat here in a bus shelter, soaked to the skin, watching the rain pour down in sheets. Everything is grey and it's getting dark – I should go back to hikari's house but I hate it there too. Malik is always there and I'm in the way. I spend more time outside wandering around in the cold than I do at that house. I have nowhere else to go anyway, I wish I could go back to the Ring. I can't, now. I'd have to die first.

Some days I'm tempted.

I hate being mortal. I'm going to have to live out the rest of my life and I have nothing. I can't even rob a bank in case the pharaoh finds out and sends me back to the accursed Shadow Realm. I hate it there, too.

The only place I liked were the cool, dark rooms inside the Sennen Ring. I loved the quiet in there – out here I feel naked and powerless and everything is so loud I can't hear myself think some days. I just want somewhere to hide, I'm a thief. Everyone can see me all the time now, I can't just disappear.

A car roars past me and I flinch back as a reflex, still not used to them. It sounds foolish, but to someone who last lives millennia ago they're frightening things. A ton of metal that moves faster than a horse can run, flying past only feet away from me. How do mortals ever get used to this?

Suddenly one of the cars slows and pulls to a stop right next to where I'm sitting, long and black and much bigger than the others. A door in the middle opens and a figure in a long coat steps out, striding over to me after closing the door behind himself. I know him. His name is Seto Kaiba now but in my time he was Seth, a priest. In this time he does not like the pharaoh and he is in charge of a great corporation that makes games. I have not spoken with him since the pharaoh, Marik and I became mortal.

"You're soaking wet." He points out as a greeting, standing before me with his arms folded, looking down on me. I don't care, even if I stood up he'd still be looking down, I am the same height as my hikari. The only people shorter than me are Yugi and the pharaoh, I hate being this small and thin and looking so helpless. Ryou is to blame for that.

Kaiba seems to be expecting a reply so I lean back in my seat and watch the rain, refusing to look up at him.

"Observant." I say. I'm not in the mood for meaningless conversation, and my voice only makes me sound more feminine. I can't blame that on hikari though, I always did have a girlish voice. I will blame that one on Ra, I think.

Kaiba is glaring at me now. I should be curious as to what he wants but I can't bring myself to care. I just want to sleep.

"Why are you sitting out here in the rain?" He demands. He's getting his expensive coat wet by standing there talking to me, I wish he'd go away.

"Why are you pretending to care?" I smirk a little, finally looking up at him. He looks annoyed, perhaps he'll have one of his lackeys kill me and I can go back to the Ring. I wait and he stares through me for a little longer, frowning and thinking about something. Finally he looks at me again and I stare back evenly, water dripping from my hair and my clothes drenched from the rain.

"Come on," he mutters, "I'll take you home."

I shake my head because I do not want to be his good deed for the day, looking out into the darkness and watching the street lights turn on. I wonder why they're orange? Not that it really matters.

"I do not want to go back there. Hikari has Malik over." I say, not caring if he doesn't know who I'm talking about.

"Not your home, mine. I have something to discuss with you, you can stay over. I'll give you dry clothes and something to eat, it's probably a better alternative to sitting out here waiting to catch hypothermia." He glares again. I stand up, looking suspicious. What would he have to discuss with me? A place to stay for the night sounds tempting, and I know Kaiba has a huge mansion. It must be quiet in there. I don't want to ride in his car, though. I don't like them. However, the only thing the two of us know about each other is that we both hate the pharaoh, so perhaps whatever Kaiba wants to talk about involves him.

I stare at him for a long moment, weighing my options, and finally decide that I have no reason not to go with him. His dark blue eyes are looking at me strangely and I wonder if perhaps he just wants sex. All I want is a place to sleep.

"Alright, lead the way." I tell him. He nods once and takes me to his car, opening the door for me. I give the long, black machine a distrustful glare before I take a deep breath and get in, surprised at how big it is inside. He slides in opposite me and closes the door, tapping twice on the glass separating us from the driver. The engine starts and the car pulls forward onto the road, heading towards where I assume Kaiba's mansion must be.

He's staring at me again and I turn to look at him so I don't have to see the dark scenery rushing past beyond the window. I feel dizzy and nauseous, I think Kaiba has noticed my white-knuckle grip on the seat because he's smirking.

"Are we going too fast for you? I can tell the driver to slow down if you like." He says, mocking me. I snarl at him and turn back to the window, looking at the glass and trying not to see beyond it. He laughs quietly at me and for a moment I'm tempted to demand that he stop the car and let me out.

"I didn't come with you to amuse you, priest." I hiss, knowing that referring to him as a priest will annoy him. He stops smirking, seeming to realise that it won't take much to drive me away. He must really want to speak with me about something important.

"You don't like cars." He states, still watching me but without the arrogant smirk. Now he's just trying to psycho-analyse me, which I don't particularly care about.

"No." I say, and get the feeling I should be contributing more to this conversation. "I'm not used to them."

He nods and seems pleased that I'm even speaking at all – normally I'd just ignore him. I must be an interesting specimen to him, he's studying me closely enough. Then again, it isn't every day you meet an ancient spirit given flesh. Unless you live around here, that is.

"Is there anything in particular you'd like to eat?" He asks, trying not to sound like he's being generous.

"Anything." I reply. I really will eat any food he chooses, I don't care what it is, I'm starving because I keep forgetting to eat. He nods again and I notice I'm shaking. I raise my hand and stare at it, quite interested and trying to figure out what's causing it. It could be the cold – my clothes are still soaked – or not eating, or being in this car. Perhaps it's due to being stared at by Kaiba like I'm something he can keep in a jar and study. I feel like I should have stayed at that bus shelter in the rain.

"Are you alright?" He asks, watching me stare at my shaking hand thoughtfully.

"No," I say, and laugh, turning back to look out of the window. We're almost there because there are no more streetlights – this road is a driveway up to Kaiba's oversized house. I need to get out of this car soon, I can feel every movement of it and it's getting hard to breathe. I sit still, not letting on to Kaiba that inside I'm having a panic attack; my heartbeat is pounding in my head.

Just when I'm about to tell Kaiba that I need to get out, the car slides to a stop in front of the mansion and I scramble out once the door opens. The cold air and icy rain feel wonderful and I close my eyes, feeling the still ground beneath my feet. I am never getting in a car again. I feel pathetic.

Kaiba is stood looking at me curiously while the car pulls away towards the garages, waiting for me to move. I wait a moment until the dizziness wears off and follow him, hoping he didn't notice that I almost lost it. I hate being mortal!

"I hadn't realised travelling in a car would affect you so badly." He remarks casually as I follow him shakily up the steps to the massive doors.

"Go to hell." I growl as he unlocks the door and lets me in. He's smirking again, I hate the fact that I amuse him. He closes the door behind us and suddenly I want to leave. I can't stand him laughing at me!

"Let me out of here." I demand, turning back to the door. I can see his reflection in a mirror in the hallway, he looks surprised.

"What?" He isn't laughing now, and I yank the door open.

"I am leaving." I leave the warmth of his huge, empty mansion, walking back out to the top of the marble steps we just came up.

"Wait, Bakura-" he follows me back out into the rain and I freeze as he says my name. It feels strange and I whirl around to face him angrily.

"I will not stay here while you mock me!" I snarl, turning to leave again. He catches my wrist and I flinch, unused to being touched.

"I'm sorry." He says quietly, looking into my angry eyes so that I can see he means it. "Just come inside and get dry, if I say another word you're not happy with I'll take you home."

Now I'm even more suspicious. Whatever he wants from me it's enough to make Seto Kaiba apologise. Narrowing my eyes at him I yank my wrist from his grip and take a step back warily.

"What is it you want from me?" I demand in a growl, ready to bolt if it's something that involves me being kept in a lab like an animal. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, seeming to decide that he should come clean before I run.

"A child." He says quietly, and my eyes widen in shock. Did I hear that right?

"Wh-what?" I'm too stunned to bolt, now.

"Come inside, we need to talk." He walks back and holds the door open.

Feeling confused and numb, I slowly follow him inside and the door closes behind me.

TBC

Yeah, really managed to screw up Bakura this time. Job well done. Next part will be out the same time I update Dread and the Fugitive Mind, review and tell me what you think.