Author notes: This is a little idea I had...please let me know how it turned out. Also let me know if it should be a chapter story or not....I hope you guys like this new story...

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh

He was staring up at the clouds, watching the snow fall on his face. It was cold and he couldn't move. He tilted his head feeling the dried blood caked on the back of his head. He looked over at his left arm, it was positioned at an odd angle. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"At this rate," He thought to himself. " I'm going to die…" Tears started to form in his eyes.

"I failed…" He mentally cursed himself. "I tried to bring you back, and this is where it got me…" He thought back to earlier.

He was walking to a narrow alley. He needed to go there to see a friend. The wind blew at his battered old red scarf, he cringed at the cold, huddling in his big blue coat. He slowly walked into the alley. There he saw many young teens. All with hatred in their eyes. But only one stood out to him. He was spraying the brick wall of the alley with spray paint. He was a tall, tan, teen, with spiked blond hair, with a big black coat covering most of his body.

"M-Marik…" He said softly. The tan teen stopped spraying the wall, and sighed.

"What do you want Bakura…" The tan teen turned around and glared at the young albino teen.

"I Just wanted to talk to you…" Bakura replied looking down at his feet.

"There's nothing to talk about…" Marik said turning back to the wall he was painting.

"Don't be like that Marik…" Bakura said looking up.

"What is it?" Marik said turning around again, glaring at Bakura.

"Y-Your hanging around the wrong crowd…And I want you to come back home where you belong…Please?" Bakura asked looking up at his friend.

"Wrong Crowd! Are you trying to start something?!" Marik shouted angrily.

"No," Bakura replied back calmly. "It's just, I don't want you to get hurt. You're the only one I have left since the accident…"

"You are such a baby!" Marik Yelled. "You need to get over the accident! So what your parents are dead, mine are too!"

"That's why we should stick together…" Bakura said voice shaking. "You can't leave, you're my only friend!"

"You just don't get it do you?" Marik shouted. "I don't need you anymore! I have better friends now! So get out of my life!"

"But Marik-" Bakura started.

"No I don't want to hear anymore of your stupid talk!" Marik yelled interrupting. "If you won't go away I'll make you go away! Come on boys!" Marik yelled at the other teens.

All of them started to attack the young albino. He was punched, kicked, and what felt like stabbed. He tried to fight back, but there was too many of them. Suddenly he felt his left arm grabbed. He looked over to see Marik grasping it.

"Time for baby's to take there nap!" Marik said in a angry tone. Then he yanked on Bakura's arm as hard as he could till he heard a snapping noise.

Bakura yelped in pain, his entire are felt like it was on fire. Then he felt a something hard hit the back of his head. He could feel the blood dribble down his neck before his vision went dark.

Tears were running down his face. "Marik…" Bakura thought to himself. "At least I get to see mom and dad again…" The snow was falling faster now. Bakura couldn't feel anything anymore.

"I-it's so cold.." Bakura said starting to close his eyes. "I think I will take a nap…" But just then, he saw a young teen hover over him. He had white albino hair just like his. His eyes were a deep chocolate, and he was kind of see through.

"What's going on?" Bakura thought, just before his vision got all dark.

He slowly opened his eyes. He tried to get up, but felt a huge pain in his arm and from the back of his head, so he laid back down. He looked down at his left arm to find it bandaged and in a sling. He also found many other bandages but on his many cuts and injuries. He used his right hand to feel the back of his head, to find that someone had bandaged his head wound too.

He looked down to see that he was lying on a soft, little bed., which he did not recognize as his own.

"Where am I?" He thought to himself.

"Oh, good your awake…" Someone said relived. Bakura quickly looked to the side of the bed to find a young, levitating figure.

"W-who are you?" Bakura asked in a startled tone.

"I'm Ryou." The figure replied back. "And you are?"

"I'm Bakura…" Bakura replied. "Why are you see through?"

"I'm dead…" Ryou replied back with a frown.

"So does that mean y-you're a ghost?" Bakura asked with a shiver.

"Yeah I guess you can call me that…" Ryou replied.

"So what happened?" Bakura asked. "Why did you save me?"

"I saw what those teens did to you." Ryou said back. "And I couldn't leave you there to die."

"But your a ghost why would you care?" Bakura asked.

"I still have feelings, believe it or not." Ryou said looking down.

"I'm sorry," Bakura replied back. "So if your a ghost, how come you didn't move on yet?"

"Because I don't remember anything about the life I had while I was living." Ryou said in a sad tone. "I can only remember my name…"

"Do you have to remember you life to move on?" Bakura asked confused.

"Yes." Ryou said still sad. "I have to know if I was a good person, then I can gain my wings and move on…but if I was a bad person…I…" Ryou trailed off.

"You what?" Bakura asked.

"I'll become a demon." Ryou said looking down.

"Oh…" Bakura said quietly. "I don't think you will become a demon."

"Thanks…" Ryou said with a smile. "So what were you doing with those other kids…"

"I-I was trying to get my friend back…" Bakura said quietly. "He was all I had left since my parents died. I thought I could bring him back…but I failed. Now I'm just alone again…" Bakura sighed, feeling tears coming to his eyes.

"Your not alone." Ryou said with a smile. "You have me."

"Huh…?" Bakura said confused.

"I said you have me." Ryou said again looking down at Bakura. "I will be your friend."

"But what about you moving on?" Bakura asked.

"Oh, don't worry about that…" Ryou said looking away. "I will gain my wings some day…"

"No." Bakura stated. "Ryou, I will help you move on. I will help you gain your wings!"

"T-Thanks…" Ryou said with tears in his eyes.

"No, Thank you," Bakura said with a smile. "For being my guardian angel."

"G-Guardian angel…?" Ryou said confused.

"You were there for me when I need you most." Bakura replied. "Your just an angel without his wings. But you will have them soon, I promise."

So what did you think? Please review...And if you can let me know if it should be a chapter story or not?