Author's Note: Welcome to the sequel to Heaven's Not Enough and Your Guardian Angel. It's going to be the last in this series for the foreseeable future, mostly because I found this story a bear to write. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy this as it has taken so long to come out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or the song Evil Angel, they both belong to their respective owners.

Evil Angel

Chapter One

There was a long silence as he stood before the two of them, the elder struggling to comprehend what had been told to him. His mouth dropped open and snapped shut, the action repeating itself a few times before he was able to find his voice. "But you said that he was dead. The dead don't just come back!"

"He did! And-" The smaller of the two quieted as his taller companion rested a hand on his arm.

"It's a long story that is not suitable for such an early hour." At the glare that he received, the taller leaned back, matching the expression. "My intentions remained unchanged; that is all that should matter."

"No." The elder shook his head. "Now it is different."

"It has not changed. I am still going to love him even if…" The taller trailed off giving his head a shake as if dismissing what he was about to say as unimportant. "I won't take him away from you. He's the only family you have left and I understand how much that means to you. All I ask is for a second chance and for you to try and believe me."

There was another pause, the elder and the taller of the three continuing to stare at each other while the third fidgeted. Finally, the elder broke, rubbing a hand over his face before waving it with a sigh. "You have my full attention."

The taller of the three nodded before sitting down, the smaller curling up on his lap. The taller didn't speak for a while, just holding the smaller teenager in his lap. He focused on a tile on the floor before looking up at the elder. "Noa was my business partner…"

Dartz shifted nervously, tugging at the ends of the white button down shirt had he had on. He took a deep breath and forced himself to stop twitching, twitching wouldn't make anything better. If anything, it would make it worse. He took another deep breath, training his eyes on the angels that stood in front of him, watching as they arranged themselves, one taking an ornate scroll from another and stepping forward. Dartz's gold eyes widened, leaning slightly forward.

This was it. They were going to give out the guardianships now.

He paid rapt attention as the names were called out, the new guardian angels being assigned to an angel that stood up on the dais. There they would put in their request for a charge and find out who would be working around them. Dartz nearly jumped when they called his name, his eyes going wide.

It had finally happened. After days of waiting it had finally happened.

He managed to contain his excitement until the meeting was adjourned, nearly sprinting from his place to go find the angel he was to speak to. In his distracted state, he nearly ran into her, flailing as he kept from falling backwards. "I'm sorry."

"No need for apologies. Follow me." The slim woman waved her hand, turning to head away from the main crowd. Dartz was confused as to why she walked instead of flying, his confusion stopping as she leaned back against a cloud, smiling as she relieved another angel of a heavy purple book. "Do you have a specific request?"

"Somewhere where I could see my family." Dartz swallowed harshly as he spoke. He had agonized over his decision for weeks. At first, he had wanted to watch over his adopted daughter, but had decided that it would have been too painful. After all, he could only watch as Rebecca grew up without him and watch his wife, Iona, move on without him. It would be too much for him to bear; tying himself to them until they died. So he had forced himself to consider alternatives.

If he could find a person who needed his guidance close to them, then he could still check up on them, see Rebecca grow up. And the visits would be brief, brief enough for him not to be tempted to stay too long.

Dartz swallowed at the woman's confused look. "I…I just want to be able to check in on them every once and a while, but…"

The woman smiled, resting a hand on his shoulder. "I understand. Now, let me see." She opened the book, flipping rapidly through the pages until she came to a stop, resting a finger in the middle of the page and scanning it over. She sighed, flipping a few pages back and forth before nodding. "Alright, I think I've found one."

"Really?"

The woman nodded, scanning over the page in front of her before slamming the book shut. "His name is Tomoya Hanasaki and he'll be moving to Domino City. It's the closest I could find to your family."

Dartz was too busy smiling to care. Domino was close to the little suburb he and Iona had moved into a few months ago. He could still see his family. Dartz shook his head to clear it, irritably pushing his aqua hair out of his eyes. "How will I know him?"

"You will. It's part of being a guardian angel." The woman smiled before resting the book on her hip. "There is one other guardian angel already there, you two can talk, if you want to. Arrange times when he can look after both your charges while you go and check up on your family. And I'll be checking up on you two now and again from up here."

She held out her hand with a smile. "My name is Isis."

Dartz took the hand and shook it, smiling broadly. "Thank you, Isis. Thank you so much."

Isis laughed, tucking a strand of black hair behind her ear. "I'll just get this all entered in records and then we'll take you down to where you can find your charge."

He resigned himself to a few more hours of waiting, telling himself that it was worth it. Dartz remained leaning against the cloud, taking deep breaths to calm himself. This was the closest he had been to going back home since the accident that had led to him coming here.

He shivered at the memory, his hand inching up to his chest where the bullet had gone through his heart. He should have known better than to go that way to get to the bus, but he had been in a hurry and not thinking. If he had taken the longer route, he would have still been alive.

Things happened for a reason, so he must have been allowed to die for a reason. Dartz shrugged to himself, the logic not sitting well with him. He could argue philosophy with himself all day, but it still wouldn't change anything. And changing things is what he was trying to do. He had worked with a company out to help the world through emissions reducing products. They had been planning to adopt another child so that Rebecca would have someone to play with and another child would be given the chance to live in a loving family. And they had moved to the suburb just to be sure that Rebecca would have a better environment to grow up in.

He simply wanted to save the world, not in big ways, but it small ones. If he could help a person or two in his lifetime, then he would be happy. And this was his perfect chance to. He had all of eternity to help people through their lives, to watch over them and keep them safe from the cruel world around them. Dartz smiled to himself, not aware that Isis was returning. This he could live with.

"Dartz?" He jumped at the sound of his name being called, giving Isis a sheepish smile. The woman returned his smile before walking to the nearest edge and spreading her wings. "First thing you should probably do is just watch him and don't interfere. Figure out where he lives and where his hang outs are."

"But-"

"If the situation is life threatening, then you should interfere, but this is just to get to know your charge. And keep in mind that he is adjusting to a new environment as well." Isis carefully tucked her hair back behind her ears, giving her wings an experimental flap. "You will be called back to heaven at times, which means that you need to be able to find your charge quickly after returning to earth."

Dartz reluctantly nodded before spreading his own wings, shifting nervously on the edge before stepping off, flapping his wings before he began to plummet; still not used to the idea of flying after spending all of his life earthbound. He looked over at Isis, relieved that the angel was not laughing at his awkward attempt. The two of them began to head down to earth, Dartz surprised that it was dark.

Isis began to circle lazily above the city, Dartz copying her after a moment. The woman stared at something around her wrist before sighing. "Take a moment to look around the city, get a feel of the layout. And, if you want to, check in on your family. But, be at the local high school by seven. Your charge should be showing up then. I have some business to take care of while I am down here."

He nodded, flying up higher to get a better view of the city below him. He glanced at the tall skyscrapers, trying to get a feel for the place. Without his permission, he felt his eyes sliding towards the river that seemed to divide the city in half. From the rundown appearance of the buildings, Dartz guessed that it must have been the slums. He shook his head at the sight of bright lights, probably bars and casinos, the rotten heart at the core of human civilization. Hopefully his charge would never go there.

Feeling like he knew the general layout, he turned and shot off towards the nearest suburb, following the main road out of Domino City. Very soon his eyes began to pick up familiar landmarks, finally spotting the house that his family had moved into just a few months ago.

Dartz landed outside, walking up to the door. He tried to grab the handle, surprised when his hand went right through. He shivered before walking inside, heading up the stairs. Iona would be putting Rebecca to bed about now, meaning that he would get a chance to see the two of them. He raced up the stairs, taking the familiar route to his adopted daughter's bedroom.

"When is daddy coming back?" Dartz stopped at tear filled voice of his adopted daughter, cautiously peeking around the doorframe. Iona was sitting on the pink comforter, gently stroking the blonde hair of their adopted daughter.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart; your father can't come back. He's in heaven now."

"Why did he go there?"

"It was," Iona paused before shaking her head, "just his time, Rebecca."

Their adopted daughter sniffed, reaching for her teddy bear. "Does he know that I got a check on my drawing?"

"He sees everything you do. And he's very proud of you."

Rebecca nodded, seeming to think over something before smiling. "Then I'll always be the best. Then Daddy can be proud of me all the time."

Iona laughed and kissed Rebecca's forehead. "I'm sure he's always proud of you, sweetheart. Now, go to sleep."

Rebecca nodded, yawning before she curled up on the bed. Iona stood up and was about to walk away when Rebecca opened one eye. "Teddy needs a kiss goodnight too."

"Of course. How could I forget?" Iona leaned over and kissed the teddy bear before walking out of the room, shutting off the light behind her. Rebecca settled back under the covers, quickly falling asleep.

Dartz stepped out of the way as Iona pivoted to stand out in the hall, one hand moving up to cover her mouth as tears ran down her face. He swallowed harshly before wrapping his arms around her, slumping when she didn't seem to feel it. "It's alright, love. I'm still here for the both of you."

Iona walked through him, heading for their room, her room now. And Dartz could do nothing but stand and watch her go. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before walking into Rebecca's room, spotting something on her desk. He walked over, glancing as his adopted daughter before staring at the drawing. The three of them and their house was carefully rendered in crayon, a check and a sticker adorning the upper right hand corner of the drawing.

He moved away from the desk, leaning over Rebecca to give her a kiss on the forehead. "I'm very proud of you, darling."

Rebecca muttered something in her sleep, turning to face him. Dartz smiled sadly, running his hand through her hair and watching as the motion did nothing. He glanced at the clock. It was only 8:30; he could by back in Domino in less than half an hour. Which meant he could spend the whole night with the ones he really loved.

"I'm sorry I can't be there for you, darling."

Yami woke up to a light touch on his shoulder, rolling away from the warmth that was Yugi to glare at the person who dared wake him up. He sat up, the blanket pooling around his waist as he glared sleepily at the angel who was staring at him in shock. Yami sighed, glancing over at the clock to see that it was only an hour until Yugi had to wake up to go to school. Ungodly in his point of view. He ran a hand through his hair before glaring at Isis. "What?"

"I was…I…Am I disturbing something?"

Yami looked back over his shoulder at Yugi, blinking slowly as he realized that the smaller teen's top had ridden up sometimes during the night. Yami smothered another yawn before looking back at Isis. "Sleep. That's about it."

The angel relaxed, placing a hand over her chest where her heart would have been beating, leaning back against Yugi's desk. She took a moment to compose herself before pushing away from the desk and beginning to pull a golden band off her arm. Yami swung his legs from the bed, staring at the angel.

"There is another guardian angel assigned to Domino."

"Really." Yami yawned again, absently reaching back for Yugi's hand as the smaller teenager moaned in his sleep.

"Yes. And I am in charge of him as well. But I want you to work with him. Think of it as an extra guard for Yugi."

"I'd rather there only be one person looking after Yugi."

"Don't be so possessive, Atemu." The golden band came off, Isis staring at it for a moment before grabbing Yami's arm. He let her, too sleepy to care at the moment. He felt a tingle run up his arm before a gentle weight pulling on his back. Yami turned his head, his eyes widening at the transparent wings that sprouted from his shoulders. With a trembling hand he reached back to touch them, shuddering as his hand went through the white feathers.

"What?" He shivered as the wings suddenly disappeared, leaving him shivering. Yami glanced back at Isis, watching the angel as she folded her own wings.

"I figured out how to keep your halo with you at all times. It will make it easier for the other angel to find you."

"And, if I put it on?" Yami glared at Isis. He really didn't want to suddenly die if he had to do that. He was enjoying his second chance at life. He looked back at Yugi, squeezing the smaller teen's hand. "What will happen then?"

"Nothing." Isis shrugged. "It will not even act as anything more than a golden band here. We just needed something to identify you. After all, you are completely alive now."

Yami nodded, moving his right arm to watch the band skitter up and down it. He gave his arm a final shake before looking up at Isis. The woman smiled at him before pushing off the ground, flapping her wings to remain up in the air. "I wish you luck, Atemu."

She rose further, easily passing through the roof. Yami stared after her before rubbing his free hand over his face. He wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep tonight, which would be horrible considering the full day he had. He sighed and let his hand fall back to the side, looking up at what sky he could see from the skylight.

Two years and two weeks ago he had been murdered by his business partner, the man sending a car slamming into him. That same day, he had found a way to cheat death, which had lead him to Yugi. And, for Yugi, he had died again, saving the boy before going after the watch that kept him alive. Two years had passed before he had been sent back to earth to retrieve a valuable artifact, and he had returned only because of his guardian angel position, his charge currently sleeping behind him.

The past few days had been hectic, Yugi having to convince his grandfather that Yami wasn't an evil spirit, that he was really alive again. Quiet talks had followed, Yami attempting to explain everything to his hostile audience. After all, it had not been his fault that the angels had kept him away from Yugi. And, slowly, the hostility had broken down, allowing Yami to continue with his job.

He rubbed his forehead, feeling the golden band slide around on his arm, peeking out of the corner of his eye at the clock that sat beside him. There would be no sleep for him tonight, a shame since he would be helping Yugi's grandfather in the shop until Yugi returned home. And, tomorrow, he would be accompanying Yugi to school. While they would not be in exactly the same classes, it was closer to his charge than the game shop. And he would rather stay close.

"Mm, Yami?" The taller teenager turned back around with a smile, watching Yugi open his purple eyes. Yugi blinked sleepily before tugging gently on the hand that he held. "Sleep."

"Of course, aibou." Yami smiled before shifting to lie back on the bed, Yugi cuddled in front of him. The smaller teenager twitched at the cold brush of metal against his side before falling back to sleep, Yami still wide awake as he held the teenager close. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the nearest wall, his mind still working furiously.

Who was this angel? More importantly, would they even accept him? He had been to hell once, and had escaped from that damnation because of his sacrifice. But the other angels, most of them, thought he should have remained there. He was the angel that had messed up, who was too corrupted for their paradise. This angel would probably know of his reputation. And then he would have to put up with a soul who was trying to be righteous.

Yami didn't need anyone's approval of his actions, too used to living on his own. He had once controlled of one of the most successful casinos on the other side of the river that divided Domino. He was used to hardship and fighting, it had become a fact of his life.

He sighed, resting his chin on Yugi's shoulder. It didn't matter. He would continue to act as he always had. Nothing could stop him from being close to Yugi. Heaven and hell had not managed achieve that, so there was no earthly power that could do it either. Yami gave a short snort, resigning himself to whatever stuck up soul had decided to visit their righteousness on Domino before closing his eyes, sleep still evading him.

Tomoya Hanasaki stared out the window of the car and into the rain, watching the drops fall on the window and run down the shatterproof glass. He leaned his head against the cool window, his blonde hair pushed to the side. From his position he could see the city through the falling water, grey like the rest of the day. He sighed, and pushed away from the window, looking up towards the driver's seat at his mother.

His mother gave him a smile through the rearview mirror as she noticed him looking forward, Tomoya not wanting to return it. She sighed, turning her eyes back to the road. "This school won't be as bad as your old one, Tomoya."

He didn't comment, just turned to look back out the window. Of course it would be as bad. He was small for his age and quiet, not a good combination; wearing glasses on top of that just made things worse. He would always get picked on because he was alone, the old adage safety in numbers not applying to him. There had once been another person who had kept people from beating him up, but that reprieve had disappeared a long time ago.

"When we get home, I can help you with your room. Maybe put up some of those Zombire posters again?" Tomoya looked back over at his mother, licking his lips before settling back in his seat, and settling for a lie.

"No. I'm just not in the mood for decorating." At least not with Zombire. He had once loved the American action hero, sharing all his collection with the one best friend he had made in his old home. But it was a childish thing, thinking that a superhero could save them all; like his view of the world at that time. But it had taken the space of a night for his childish view of the world to be broken.

The car pulled to a stop, his mother turning slightly to look at him. "You sure you don't want a ride home?"

"No, I have to get used to walking anyway." Tomoya gave her a strained smile, his mother sighing.

"Tomoya…"

"I'm fine, mom." He forced his smile to look less fake, his mother accepting the lie. "It's just a rainy day."

"Alright. See you after school."

Tomoya nodded and stepped out of the car, waving at his mother as she drove off, probably to help move the rest of their stuff in. He shrugged, adjusting his backpack into a better position before trudging through the gates of the school with the rest of the students, ignoring their stares.

He knew what they saw. They saw a small teenager with blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes hidden by large glasses. They saw just another weakling, another quiet kid. They didn't look beyond the surface. Only one person had. And, personally, he didn't care anymore.

Tomoya walked quickly through the halls of the school, sitting down in his first period class near the middle of the row and close to the windows. He reached into his backpack for a pencil, shoving off his soaked jacket in the next moment before tapping the eraser of his pencil against the top of his desk, looking out the window.

It had nearly been four years since his only friend had disappeared from the face of the earth, taken from his apartment in the slums and his mother found murdered. That was the day he had lost his faith in superheroes, because no one had saved his one and only best friend. He had been exposed to the cruel world, stumbling into school the day after he found out only to be beaten up because there was now only one of him. It was some balm to him that they had found the killer, but there had been silence afterward.

The world just didn't care about Yugi Mutou.

Tomoya sighed and stared down at his desk as the rest of the class shuffled in, getting ready for a day filled with monotony. He ducked his head as the students stared at him, not sure of what to do. He was always awkward when first making friends, the reason that he didn't have many. He heard the teacher come in as well, looking up as the man began to talk, reaching down to pull a piece of paper out before automatically writing notes down.

It was three minutes into the class when he noticed that the blonde who was sitting in front of him kept looking back at the empty seat beside Tomoya. He glared at his notes, wondering what the behavior was about. His question was answered five minutes later when he heard someone come running into class. Tomoya kept his eyes glued to his notes as he listened to the conversation.

"Why are you late?"

"Miss Mason broke her leg."

"Ah yes, I remember."

"Well, she needed helping carrying things and we were going the same way, but we had to wait until the halls were mostly clear." There was a rustling as the kid dug around in his pockets. "She wrote me a note."

The paper rustled again, probably changing hands. Tomoya heard the teacher make a humming noise before slapping the paper onto his desk. "Alright. Please, take your seat."

"Thank you."

Tomoya tensed as the student walked his way, looking out the window as the student got closer. He tensed as he heard a bag dropping down to the ground and the sound of the student shuffling through his things as the teacher returned to his lecture. Tomoya took a deep breath before looking back down at his notes, keeping from looking at the boy who had sat next to him.

His self imposed silence lasted until the end of the period. Tomoya sighed as the bell rang, preparing to go through the rest of his dull day. It was bad enough to start school close to the middle of the year, but it was also raining. He leaned over to pack up his stuff, partially listening to the conversations around him. His attention was caught by the blonde that sat in front of him.

"Hey Yug', you alright? Or are ya still tryin' ta get ova…"

"I'm fine now, Joey." Tomoya froze at the voice, thinking that it sounded familiar. He slowed his packing to pay more attention. "In fact, I'm better than ever."

"Well…if you ever need us Yug' we're here for you."

"Thanks Joey, that means a lot."

"Yeah…jus' don't tell anyone else about this!"

A laugh came from the second person. "Of course, Joey."

Tomoya turned around at that moment, nearly running into the second speaker in the conversation. He gasped and stumbled backwards, unable to stop staring at the person. Was he real or would fate be so cruel?

It couldn't be because there was no other person that had that specific tri-colored hair, naturally rising in spikes. That hair…and those wide purple eyes. There was no way this person could be anyone other than, "Yugi!"

The teenager jumped at the shout of his name, a smile breaking across his face. "Hello Hanas-"

"You're allowed to call me Tomoya, Yugi." He smiled at the old argument between the two of them, too happy that his friend was alive to be angry. "We've been friends long enough for that."

"Alright." Yugi was still smiling, walking out with Joey slightly in front of him. The tri-color haired teen waited for Tomoya to catch up, reaching out to tug him along after them. "Joey, this is my friend Tomoya Hanasaki, from my old school."

"'ello. New here?"

"Yes."

Joey laughed, wrapping an arm around Tomoya's shoulders, the blonde not noticing the jump of surprise that the shorter boy gave. "We'll show ya around."

Tomoya looked nervously over at Yugi, relieved to see his friend smiling as he jogged to keep up with Joey. "Don't worry, Tomoya, he's harmless. I'll introduce you to the others later, unless you'd rather-"

"No." Tomoya shook his head. "I don't know anyone."

"What are ya talkin' about? You've got us." Joey smiled at him, the expression seeming to be genuine. "And anybody who made Yugi smile after his weeks straight from hell is alright by me."

Tomoya found himself propelled down the hallway, listening to the easy banter between the two with a smile that seemed to be stuck permanently to his face. Suddenly, it didn't matter that it was a new school, a new house or even that it was raining. He had found his lost friend again.

Yes, Dartz is a good guy and he does have an adopted daughter. I know Rebecca may be slightly OOC, but I needed it for this story. Tomoya Hanasaki is from the original manga.

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