Chapter 1- Unwanted

In this world exists three races- the Angels, Demons, and the Mortals. Even though it may seem that it is at peace due to them being separated when in reality it is not. There is chaos in between the realms, each to their own, some born perfect while others aren't.

Screaming came from the emergency room. An angel was giving birth to her first child. Holding onto her husband's hand for support, she pushed and pushed. Her heavy breathing came along with droplets of sweat dripping down from her forehead. The doctor and the nurses kept in check for the child, "We ask you to push one more time." The soon to be mother gave it all she got squeezing her loved one's hand harder,"Mmm!"

Faint cries came out as the doctor held the newborn, "It is a boy." The baby cried, it had pale white skin and silver hair. The couple was indeed happy and the mother closed her eyes to relax as her husband stood outside to wait until everything was finished. The doctor cleaned the baby placing it in a blanket. Minutes later the couple was handed their newborn baby boy, "I think we shall name him Touzoukou Akefia Bakura." The couple smiled holding their son, the son of Miyuki and Eleazar Estair.

Ten Years Later

The silver-haired boy of ten was lying in bed looking up at his bedroom ceiling dreading another school day. A faint knock came on his door, "May I come in?" He nodded, "Yes." As the door opened his mother came inside the room. She was a beautiful angel with white, long silky hair along with her blue eyes. Hence the name Miyuki since her hair was as white as snow. She sat by her son's side looking at him, "Aren't you going to school today?" He looked away, he did not like going to school. He was always getting picked on for being different than the others. You see, as soon as he grew his wings while growing up, they were not of an angel but that of a demon's. Miyuki then looked around and got up opening the curtains to bring in light to her son's room, "Let's bring some light in here." He groaned at the sunlight glowing brightly and covered his face with his hand providing it with shade. His mother smiled and chuckled moving her son's hand away revealing his hazel eyes glowing brightly, "Bakura come on, the sun is not that bad." He crossed his arms looking away again, "Yes it is."

Miyuki grabbed her son's chin so that he could look at her, "Hon get up, and you have to go to school." Bakura sighed, "Do I really have to, and I don't want to go. No one likes me anyway, they all hate me." Miyuki sighed letting go of his chin and pat his shoulder, "No they don't." Bakura got up angrily and grew his wings out, revealing his black demonic wings,"YES THEY DO! BECAUSE OF THIS!" He clenched both his fists together and grits his teeth becoming angrier. He was getting tired of this, always being picked on for being different. Being the only demon in the angel realm was nothing easy. Miyuki got up to embrace her son, he tried to struggle but she would not let go of him. Bakura leaned his head against his mother's chest, "You are unique my son, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

At School

He was walking to school; it only took him twenty minutes on foot from his house. He sighed looking at the other children walking by. The only reason he was going to school was for his mother. He did not get along very well with his father; his father was another Angel who was known among the realm. He approached the school grounds and ignored the stares of the others. He would normally ignore the other kids but one of these days if Bakura released his anger, it would not be a pretty sight to see.

He sat down in his seat hearing whispers all around him, this drove him insane but what could he do? No one wanted to help him, much less lend him a hand. "Hey look its demon boy again," said one girl. A boy laughed that was a friend of the girl's, "He should burn in hell like the rest of the others." Soon the whole room was full of whispers and he used his hands to cover his ears, one hand on each. He dealt with this everyday, at times teachers would call on him but the worst part of it was that they did not like him either. Most of his teachers humiliated him and Bakura couldn't do anything or else they failed him. At lunchtime he would eat at a bench alone, everyone thought he was a freak. At times someone would try to throw something at him but Bakura would always dodge it or just move away.

The last bell soon rang for all of them to go home. Bakura gathered his things and headed out the door as soon as everyone else left. He got out of school grounds on his way home,"Finally I can go home." He was walking past some trees and bushes but heard a faint sound. His ears perked up at hearing the sound,"What was that…" He stopped for a moment looking around,"Hmm how strange." He continued on walking and heard the sound of a twig breaking. He continued on walking but then began to run out of fear. As he ran he didn't look where he was going and tripped on something,"Oof!" The sound of laughter surrounded him along with shadows.