Author notes: Yay! Chapter 4 is up! Sorry it took so long to update. And I'm sorry if the chapter is a little short, and for any grammer and spelling mistakes. Thanks for all the reviews. I will try to update soon. Hope you like this chapter, and don't forget to review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh

It was hot, smoke was covering the entire room. He couldn't breathe, and he could feel his skin burning. He felt dizzy, and couldn't see straight. Slowly he fell to his knees coughing. There was no way out. Flames were blocking every exit.

Suddenly he felt something ice cold brush against his burning skin. He turned his head to see Ryou. Ryou grabbed him by the hand and pulled up and through the roof. Then Ryou landed gently in front of the shed. Bakura fell to the ground coughing, smoke still being in his lungs.

Once Bakura was through with his coughing fit, he noticed something in the snow. It glittered with the brightness of flames burning the building he once called home. He picked it up to notice that it was a golden ring with the word 'Friends' engraved on it. Bakura couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

"M-Marik…" Bakura choked out, tears stinging his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry…" Ryou said back looking down at his friend with sympathy. The two of them huddled together and watched the flames quickly consume the building in a hushed silence.

Marik was quickly walking towards a dark alley, with many thoughts running through his mind. He made his way into the alley, meeting the gaze of his companions.

"Hey, Marik" A gruff teen spoke up. "The boss wants to see you."

Marik let out a sigh. What does he want now?! Marik made his way to the back of the alley, which was the only part unpopulated. The only thing back there besides a brick wall was a small shed, which was torn up with many broken widows. Marik slowly knocked on the door.

"It's Marik…" He called. "You wanted to see me?"

"Come in.." A low voice responded back. Marik walked into the shed. It was very small, and looked just like an office. With there being a file cabinet, a desk, and a chair around the desk facing away from the door.

"So how did it go?" The voice asked, chair still turn towards away from the door.

"I-I did what you asked…" Marik said quietly, trying to resets the tears that were burning his eyes.

"Are you sure?" The voice asked with a bit of a scoff. "Because it doesn't sound like you did a good job…"

"I did!" Marik protested tears starting to run down his face. "I killed him all right! I set the shed on fire and left him to burn. I killed him just liked you asked."

"Good job Marik." The voice said with a tone of laughter. "Keep up the good work, and you will get what you seek…I promise."

"W-What else do you want?" Marik said wiping his eyes.

"Oh nothing major, I just need you to go on a raid with the boys. Have to keep up reputation you know."

"Y-Yes sir.." Marik said turning away.

"Oh and Marik," The voice said with a harsh tone. "Don't ever cry in my presence again. You are dismissed."

Marik quickly got out of the shed. Once he was out he let out a long sigh, and could feel tears starting to rise in him. Stop being such a baby! He mentally yelled at himself. He's gone now, he's out of your life! Now pull yourself together you have a job to do. Marik started to walk towards the crowd of teens, he stiffened up his face, and was ready to get to work.

Bakura could only watch in teary silence as he saw the last of his home burned down. His past now gone. He tried to remember it all.

It was his first night in the shed. Marik had just started a fire to keep the both of them warm. There was only one bed so Marik decided to sleep on the floor. Bakura silently cried to himself, while lying under the covers. His mother and father were gone. He had no one left.

"Hey Bakura…" A small voice called out to him from the floor.

"Y-Yeah..?" Bakura responded trying to disguise his voice.

"It's okay…The pain will go away eventually…"

"T-Thanks M-Marik…" Bakura said slowly smiling. Then there was a sudden silence between them. "H-Hey Marik..?" Bakura started.

"Yeah, There is plenty of floor to go around." Marik responded with a smile.

"T-Thanks.." Bakura said hopping down from the bed with a pillow and a blanket. As the two snuggled under their blankets, Bakura thought to himself with a smile I'm not alone after all.

It was a year later, and the season was fall. The leafs were turning pretty colors and the wind was just starting to chill through your bones. But this day had special meaning, it was Bakura's birthday. This was his first birthday without one of his parents, so he felt kind of down.

Bakura was walking home looking around at the scenery. He loved the many fall colors, and how the leafs would gently blow in the wind. He came across a little red leaf that had fall on his sneaker. He picked it up and twirled it through his fingers. Mom use to collect these. A sad thought burst it's way to his heart, as he remembered that she wouldn't be able to see him turn seven. He pushed the thought out of his mind, and put the leaf in his pocket, and ran to the shed.

Outside the shed Marik was doing the best he could by racking the leafs into piles. It didn't help that the wind would always blow a new set for him to rake. He had just finished raking a new set when he heard Bakura running up.

"Hey, Bakura." Marik called. But his only response was the sound of leafs crunching as Bakura jumped into a pile. Marik let out a sigh. He had just raked that. But he smiled as looked over to see Bakura laughing and jumping around in the leaves..

"Come on Marik, it's fun!" Bakura cried jumping into another pile.

"Okay," Marik called out dropping the rake and getting a running start. "What out!" He dive-bombed into the leaves. The two young boys then just sat there laughing.

"Hey Bakura" Marik said still laughing. "I've got something to show you."

"Okay." Bakura said getting up from the leaves. "Show me." Marik led Bakura into the shed. Bakura's eyes widened when they saw what was on the table. It was a huge cake with the words: Happy Birthday Bakura written on it.

"Wow." Bakura said in awe.

"I made it for you." Marik said proudly. "It was my first time making a cake though…so I'm sorry if it doesn't taste that good…"

"I'm sure it will taste fine." Bakura said smiling up at his friend. Then he cut him a piece and took a bite. "Marik, it's delicious! Thank you!" Then the two happily ate the cake.

The next memories were not so long ago, and tore at Bakura's heartstrings. It was late at night, Marik wasn't back yet. It wasn't like him to be out late, especially in the winter. Bakura was starting to get very worried, when he heard footsteps outside the door. The door opened and Marik walked in.

"H-Hey Marik.." Bakura gave a greeting to his friend.

"Hn." Marik gave a grunt as a reply.

"So where were you..?" Bakura asked worried.

"I don't think that is any of your business…" Marik replied back coldly.

"W-Were you out hanging with those other kids?" Bakura asked looking down.

"It's none of your business…" Marik growled glaring at Bakura.

"I'm just worried about you..t-that's all.." Bakura said quietly. Marik groaned.

"Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"But-" Bakura started.

"That's it!" Marik yelled. "I'm out of here!" Then he left and slammed the door behind him. Bakura let out a long sigh.

The same thing would continue for several days. Marik would come home late, and fight with Bakura, or worse say nothing at all, and not even pay Bakura any attention. Then it got to the point where Marik wouldn't show up for days. And when he did return he was angrier than usual. Finally Marik stopped coming home all together.

"Bakura…" A voice called, bring the albino out of his thoughts. He looked up at Ryou, Tears still in his eyes.

"Come on, let's go…" Bakura followed Ryou away from the shed. He started wiping at his eyes.

"W-Where are we going to go now..?" He asked trying to shake away the sadness.

"We have to go back to my house…" Ryou replied back. "I think I remembered something…."

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