A/N: Hey guys, here's a brand new chapter, enjoy!

Bakura was out and about, enjoying the midnight view. "It's a good thing mortals don't like to take walks at night, I don't think I would stand it. Peace and qui..." Bakura was cut off by someone crying, a baby it sounded like. "Oh bloody hell, well so much for that." He followed the cries into the park, where he found the infant in a cardboard box, there was also a note in the box. Bakura picked up the note and read, "Please take care of my (y/n), for my parents would not let me keep her." He looked back down at you, you had ceased your crying and was now babbling nonsense.  Bakura sighed, but picked you up out of the box. You were only a baby after all, how hard could it be to take care of you? "Well, let's go and see what "uncle" Marik will think of you." Bakura didn't know why, but he felt something he hadn't felt in years, warmth and love. "Stupid bloody emotions." Bakura muttered, You just giggled, causing a small smile to form on his face. "Don't you worry, I'll take good care of you, I promise."