By Sekana Katayama

Summary: Yami Bakura winds up comforting a distressed blonde girl in the halls of his high school. Then he finds out… that it's Malik. SHOUNENAI-YAOI

Ch.1: Prologue

Bakura sighed to himself. He was walking down the empty hallways of Ryuujin High School. To detention, of course. He hadn't even done anything wrong – no one should have been able to trace the explosion in the office to him! And yet, here he was, as usual. His footsteps echoed off the tiled floor. The halls were empty, since most people were having class right about now. He was the only one prowling the halls angrily. Or so he thought.

He never saw it coming. A figure crashed into him from behind, and he fell to the floor. Someone was on top of him. He was going to mouth off at the person, being that it was quite rude to run into people, especially when they were the only people in the whole school walking the hallways. But the plan was stopped when he sat up.

In front of him sat a blonde girl, sobbing. As much as he wanted to feel indifferently cold, he had a soft spot when it came to girls. 'Especially,' His mind added. 'Crying girls.'

Her platinum blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail with a thin sky blue ribbon. Her skin was a dark tan color. She was dressed normally, in a knee-length jean skirt and a blue v-neck. She looked quite distressed, her body shaking, and he placed a hand comfortingly on her shoulder, unsure what to say.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, mentally kicking himself. The Great Bakura does not say cliché lines!

The girl looked up for a moment, and gasped. 'Do I really have that bad a reputation?' Bakura thought, annoyed. The girl turned away from him, but not before he caught a flash of violet. The girl's eyes.

"What's wrong? It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you." He added the last line grudgingly. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again.

"Look," he sighed. "I kind of… have a soft spot for girls, alright? I can't bear to see them cry. Just tell me what's bothering you."

Finally, a reaction! The blonde girl turned around, but looked at the ground. Her lips barely moved, but he heard what she said. Her voice was very feminine, and somewhat of a squeak due to her current situation.

"I got in a fight." She said nervously. Bakura blinked. This was not what he had expected.

"Oh. I- I thought you had a break-up with your boyfriend, or something like that." He explained, not really thinking.

"I don't have a boyfriend." The girl's tone was bitter.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring it up –"

"I have to get back to class." She cut in anxiously, and attempted to walk past him. She stared at him when he caught her arm. Her lip was cut, he noticed, and she had multiple bruises beginning to form. She seemed to be trying to hide her eyes, looking down at the ground again so that her hair covered her eyes.

"No. I don't think that's a good idea. You need to go to the nurse." He stated calmly, not caring that his horrible reputation was being taken down with each kind word he said. It was only one girl, and she didn't look like the type to gossip. He figured that she wouldn't even remember the encounter, being more caught up in whatever things girls tended to think about.

"I'm fine." She huffed, but he was unconvinced. He placed his hand on her face, and tilted it so that he could see her eyes. They had tears in them. Her lip was starting to bleed again. He gently wiped the blood away with his thumb.

"You're bleeding. I'm going to take you to the nurse." He said firmly, and gripped her arm in his hand gently, guiding her down the halls.

When they arrived at the door to the nurse's office, he let her go.

"Don't tell anyone what happened today, alright? I have a reputation to keep up." He said it harshly, but his eyes told a different story. He could have sworn he saw a trace of a smile on her face, before the scared expression came back. Her violet eyes softened, for a moment.

"Thank you, Bakura."

As she closed the door behind her, Bakura stood frozen. 'How did she know my name?' He thought, before realizing that his violent reputation had made it so everyone knew his name. Come to think of it, he was the only white haired person on the campus, besides some of the staff. Ryou went to a different high school so that he could not be blamed for his yami's actions.

But still, the way she had said it, with some sort of familiarity… it was strange. Did he know her? Had he stolen something from her before? No. It didn't seem that way. He usually remembered the faces of the people he stole from. Her face… she was fairly dark skinned, some might say tanned. And her eyes… they were beautiful. Her voice was the same, feminine and soft.

'Oh, Ra.' He buried his head in his hands. 'I think I like her…'

R&R, please!