Author notes: Yay! I finally updated! :D So Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I'm sorry for this short chapter the next one I will try to make longer. I'm also sorry for any grammer or spelling mistakes. I hope everyone enjoys the holiday, and enjoys the chapter. Please review. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh.

Bakura was looking out the window, watching the tiny, white snowflakes drift to the ground, and land on the white landscape already packed with snow. The sun was glistening down causing the whole ground to sparkle.

"It's beautiful." A voice said behind him causing him to jump. Bakura turned around to find Ryou floating there.

"Yeah, I've always liked the snow…" Bakura said gazing back out the window. Ryou floated over to the Christmas tree in the corner. Ryou picked up the cord behind it and plug it into the electrical outlet. The whole tree lit up, the dark room glowed brighter with it's many lights.

Bakura looked over at the tree, it's lights sparkling, the ornaments dangling off the branches, the garland laced around reflecting the light, and the lone star shining at the top. Tears started to form into Bakura's eyes, as sudden memories washed over him.

The fire in the fire placed warmed the entire house. Snow was piled high outside, covering the dark land like a huge blanket.

"Careful Bakura." A woman's voce said in a worried tone. She was talking to the little boy who was rummaging through a huge box.

"Look at this one Mommy." Bakura said in awe as he finally amerced holding a silver shinning sphere. "Can I hang it on the tree?"

"Yes, but be careful, it's made of glass." The woman responded back smiling at him.

Bakura walked over to the tree, it was bare, with nothing on it, his father just cutting it down this morning. Bakura placed the silver orb on the first bottom branch. He smiled up at his mother, grabbed her hand and walked back over to the box of ornaments.

Suddenly the door was thrust opened, cold air rushing in, as a man came in with a big box.

"Daddy you're home." Bakura rushed over and hugged his father's leg.

"I see you started decorating the tree." Bakura's father smiled down at him.

"I put the silver one on!" Bakura said, smiling and pointing to the single ornament on the tree.

"Well, how about we put some lights and garland on?" His father said putting down the box, and taking off his blue coat.

"Can I help?" Bakura asked, already opening the box and pulling on a long string of lights.

Bakura's father laughed. "You can put on the garland with your mother, let me get the lights."

Bakura pulled out a long piece of green and silver garland and handed some of it to his mother. Smiling they both wrapped it around the tree one way, while Bakura's father wrapped the lights on the other way.

"Can we put more orna-ornada-ordaments on?" Bakura asked struggling with the long word.

Both his parents smiled down at him and nodded. Bakura rushed over to the box and started taking out ornaments one by one and hanging them on the tree, until it was completely covered with shining spheres, glowing Santa's, twinkling icicles, and many more various items.

"You forgot one." Bakura's father said pointing up to the top of the tree.

"The star!" Bakura eyes suddenly glowed. "Daddy, can you help me put the star on the tree?"

"Sure." His father said digging through the box and handing Bakura a shining gold star.

Bakura wrapped his hands around his father's neck as he was picked up. Bakura gently placed the star on top of the tree, and looked down as his mother plugged in the lights. The tree now glowed with magnificence.

"It's so pretty…" Bakura sighed nuzzling his head into his father's chest, and slowly closing his eyes. "Daddy, I love Christmas…" He whispered into his father's ear before he drifted to sleep, hugging close to his father's warmth.

That was Bakura's best Christmas, and the last he would have with his mother.

Bakura was know looking down at the bottom of the Christmas tree, the stain in the carpet bringing back even more memories.

It was quiet in the little apartment. The snow ragging outside, causing the room to become very cold. Bakura snuggled in his father's blue coat, and his red scarf. Both of which were way to big for him. He was watching his father assemble the new Christmas tree. His father didn't cut trees anymore, he used what little money they had to buy an artificial one.

"There." Bakura's father said plugging in the tree, causing it to light up the room with different colors as the lights turned on.

"It's nice…" Bakura said with a plain expression on his face, his eye's starring at the bare branches without any ornaments. Bakura's father walked over to him and gave him a hug.

"This Christmas will be great…I promise." His father said stroking his hair.

"N-Nothing is great, when mommy is gone…" Bakura said back burring his face in his father's chest.

"I know son…" His father held him close as Bakura began to softly cry. "I know."

Then the sudden image of his father's body lying against the tree, flashed in Bakura's mind. The blood was seeping into the carpet where his father was lying, a smile on his lips, but his eyes opened wide with shock, and at the same time fear.

Ryou was gazing at the tree while his own painful memories haunted his mind.

It was dark in the house. There was no lights, no music, no tree, no laughter like there had once been. It was Christmas eve. The snow was falling hard outside while the wind hollowed. His father was not yet back form where ever he went.

Ryou was standing outside his father's bedroom door. He was holding a little box, wrapped in blue snowflake wrapping paper. And attached to the gift was a little card. He was debating on whether or not if he should go in. There was always slight hope that his father would have a different reaction this year, maybe he would change back to his old self.

Ryou slowly opened the door and placed the gift on his father's bed and quickly retreated back to his own room, with a smile on his face, and a hope filled heart.

Ryou was lying on his bed drawing a picture, when he heard the car door slam. His eyes widened, and his heart sped up. He could hear the key twist the lock of the front door, and the footsteps that echoed through the house. Then there was a pause of silence. Ryou smiled to himself, hoping that this year had changed.

Ryou's door was burst opened, causing him to jump. In the door way stood his father, with a look of hatred upon his face.

"W-What is this?" His father spit on the words pointing to the little warped box.

"A-A Christmas present…s-sir.." Ryou looked down at his feet.

"What did I tell you?!" The man roared picking up the young boy by his hair, causing him to yelp in pain.

"I-I'm sorry…" Ryou cried out, tears running down his eyes. "I-I thought t-that-"

"You wanted something in return didn't you" Ryou's father spat at him.

"N-No.." Ryou protested. "T-That's not it.."

"Don't lie to me!" Ryou father slapped him across the face and threw him down on the ground.

"We don't celebrate anything in this house." His father yelled. "It brings too many feelings towards the surface."

"W-We use too…" Ryou said in a low whisper, holding his swollen cheek, tears streaming from his eyes.

"What was that?" His father kicked him in rage. Causing him to cough up a little blood.

"I-I'm s-sorry…s-sir…" Ryou managed to choke out. Then his father turned to leave.

When Ryou's father was in the door way, he flung the present down on the ground, and stomped on it many times crushing what was inside and the note which had said:

Merry Christmas Father

I love you

From your son Ryou.

Marik was looking around the whole city, and no sign of Bakura yet. You couldn't have gotten far…Marik thought to himself. He was just about to try the woods where their old shed had been, when one of his gang members came rushing towards him.

"M-Marik!" He called out as he ran towards him. "W-We saw some lights coming from the old apartment building."

Marik started followed his gang member. A frown placed on his lips. Should have know you would have gone there…it's the only place left. As Marik ran, the apartment building stated to come into view.

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