Author’s note: In which the author is twitching nervously because she’s almost out of material (again) and will have to stop binge-watching Supernatural and do some work. Also, in which there is a BAMF!lady and one of the creepiest characters that anime has ever gifted us with gets his ass handed to him. Fun times…
It also occurs to me that the chapter titles appear to be rather random. They are, in fact, lyrics from whatever song I had on repeat while writing the chapter in question. My music taste and thought process are clearly on that side of bizarre!
***It’s like you’re a demon I can’t face down***
The irony of the fact that he was once again staring certain defeat, and this time in Shadow Game with such high stakes, did not escape Yami Bakura. Marik was oddly quiet at his side, watching in horror as his darker counterpart summoned Ra in his Phoenix form. The Spirit’s lips curled in disgust. There was only one person whose soul was pure enough to deserve the Phoenix’s power and that was most definitely not Yami Marik.
“Any last words before I cast you to the darkness?” the dark creature asked tauntingly.
“You fool!” Akefia smirked, “Don’t you realize that I am the darkness? I will be back.” Yami Marik did not seem worried.
“Perhaps, but not before everything you hold dear is destroyed,” he said, looking over the white-haired man’s shoulder. The Thief snapped his head in alarm, in time to see Elena followed by the Pharaoh bursting to the arena, before darkness enveloped him and Marik.
Yami Marik walked to where the Millennium Ring landed, but before he had a chance to grab it, it glowed and flew to Elena’s outstretched hand. He frowned.
“I won that Item fair and square,” he told the woman. Really what did the Thief see in her was beyond him. But then again he did not really see the point in caring about anyone.
“Over my dead body,” came the calm response. The Pharaoh looked at them nervously.
“You are not a duelist,” he said cautiously. “If you have a claim on the Ring, how will you duel against him?” Elena shrugged her red robe off to reveal a golden bracelet covering her entire left arm from the wrist to her elbow.
“I like doing this the old-fashioned way, Your Majesty,” she said as she stepped on the platform. “A Ka against a Ka and the strongest soul remains standing.”
“Name your terms then,” Yami Marik said intrigued. Did this girl think that she could yield ancient magic, old enough to defeat the Shadows?
“If I win, you will release the souls connected to the Millennium Ring. And if you win, I will surrender the Ring to you.”
“And your soul will follow your boyfriend to the Shadows.” Yami Marik grinned at her. Elena frowned.
“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s my husband.”
“Elena, I can’t let you risk your soul for…” Yami Yugi began, determined not to see anyone else being banished to the Shadows.
“Stay out of this Pharaoh!” the Thief Queen snapped. “You know nothing about me.”
“You heard the woman Pharaoh,” Yami Marik said mockingly. “Let her destroy herself if she wishes to.”
Hidden under his mockery was unease though. He had only encountered Dia-Danks on the memories of his weaker side’s lessons. His new opponent looked hardly over her twentieth birthday and was certainly mortal. Nevertheless he faked a respectful bow.
“Since you are about to be destroyed, you may summon your creature first.” After all, her Ka spirit couldn’t possibly defeat Ra. He watched Elena knit her fingers together and close her eyes, as if to pray. His eyes widened in alarm when a familiar chant was heard.
“Great beast of the sky, please hear my cry. Transform thyself from orb of light and bring me victory in this fight. Envelop the desert with your glow and cast your rage upon my foe. Unlock the power from within so that together we may win. Appear in this Shadow Game as I call thy name.” Her eyes snapped open and a bright glow enveloped her. “God Phoenix!”
Yami Marik took involuntary a step back. This was nothing like the Phoenix version of Ra that stood now by his side. Elena’s Ka was shining brightly and with an unearthly cry attacked his creature, reducing it to ashes. Yami Marik cursed as he felt the burning sensation of the attack as well as two (?) souls escaping his clutches. The Ring shone for a moment, its connection with its bearers reestablished but by the time Yami Marik had blinked the stars from his eyes, he was alone on the arena.