Disclaimer: Go to the 1st Chapter for a disclaimer, I'm in no mood to write one

Author's notes: Thanks to all who reviewed! ^_^ I feel so loved...*huggles all of them* Wait a minute, only 1 dude reviewed ;_; The sad reality of the situation is cruel...

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'Another still and quiet night,' Bakura thought, sitting on top of the same building as last night. This time though, another angel had joined him.

"Bakura, why do you like sitting up here so much?" Yugi asked, squirming in his spot next to his friend. The impatient angel was rather short and child- like, with wide violet eyes and a sweet innocent smile. His spiked hair was a mixture of colors, black and red with yellow bangs. He shivered in the cold night air, and his wings wrapped around his slim form. He snuggled in as he waited for an answer to his question.

"I don't know. I guess I find it peaceful to look at the city skyline at night," the older angel replied. He stood and stretched, then took off from the high building. "I'm going for a fly around, how about you, Yug?"

Yugi shook his head, his blonde bangs swinging from the motion. "No thanks, I think I'll go home now." He flew straight up into the sky, and disappeared behind some clouds. Bakura just shook his head and started his flight around the city.

Yami Bakura was on his nightly prowl, a search for humans that were near the end of their time. His footsteps were loud and echoing in the street he was in, a small neighborhood with houses crammed together. His cold brown eyes flickered back and forth, watching for any signs of movement.

A flash caught his eye, and he turned to see what it was. A young man with a black leather jacket and a mohawk approached him. Yami Bakura smirked as the man stepped up close to his face.

"Yo, dude, your trespassin' on the Midnight Wolves turf. Now scram, before I mess up yur face," he slurred, his breath reeking of beer.

"I don't have to do what you want, you imbecile," Yami Bakura sneered, pushing the mohawked guy into a dumpster. He walked away as the man surfaced up from the garbage.

The man whistled something, and several more members of the gang appeared onto the scene. "You mess with me, you mess with my homies." The young punks surrounded Yami Bakura and cracked their knuckles while grinning stupidly. One of them suddenly pounced on him.

" Pathetic," Yami Bakura said, throwing up one hand. A powerful wind stopped him and knocked the thug to the ground.

"Get him!" The leader shouted, and they all pulled out a weapon and attacked.

"Foolish mortals," the white haired boy muttered, dodging a knife, kicking a pipe away and breaking a metal chain that was about to wrap around his neck. Then he jumped up and kicked everyone of them down to the ground.

The leader groaned and sat up. "Who the heck are you?"

Yami Bakura kneeled next to to him and pushed him back down, smiling sadistically. "I'm the Angel of Death, and I do believe that it's your time to go." He pulled out the same knife from last night and prepared to plunge it down.

"NO!!! STOP!!!!!" Yami Bakura paused and looked around wildly. The leader took that opportunity to run away, as did the other members of his gang.

"Who said that?!" the white haired angel yelled. No one replied, all that could be heard was a ringing silence.

"Answer me! Who the hell is out there?!?!" he screamed angrily. Once again, no one spoke. He growled angrily, and stormed away. However, something fluttered down from the sky, and he caught it and held it up.

It was a pure white feather, that seemed to have a silverish sheen to it. Yami Bakura sniffed it deeply, then looked up at the top of a building.

"Of course, I should of known," he murmured. Then he called out loudly,"I know that your up there, angel, I can sense you. Why don't you come down?"

To Be continued...

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Augh! Running out of ideas for this story! Although I know how I want it to end...anyway, go leave a review. Please? And maybe give some ideas too.