A/N: A flashfic written for a request on LiveJournal. The prompt was the fear of encroaching darkness and the pairing – Yami Yuugi and Yami Bakura. Turned out not so pairing-y, but.
Also, ff-net tends to screw up my formatting. Like shoving my centred titles to the left. I am annoyed.
Warnings:none. It's worksafe.
Disclaimer:Yu-Gi-Oh! is the intellectual property of Kazuki Takahashi and all associated companies. No profit is being made from this and no copyright infringement intended with this fan-made piece of fiction.
It had been a long time since he'd last felt fear, Yami thought, eyeing the pitch black shadows moving in the corners of his makeshift throne room. Inside his soulroom there was nothing he should fear. Or so he'd thought before realising that he, apparently, wasn't the only one there. At first he'd thought that the shadows were static things, created because of the lack of light. They'd been perfectly still, just filling the place like any ordinary shadow would. But then he'd noticed movement within them – only slight in the beginning – and soon found that treacherous darkness was crawling around his property.
They were strange alien creations of shadows. He'd taken notice of them only recently and at first considered their cause to be his steady movement towards regaining his memories. As if they sensed that soon would come the time for them to part and allow him to enter the currently forbidden rooms.
He wasn't so sure anymore.
"Bakura," Yami ground out, rising to his feet and glaring death at the bodiless creations. A low menacing laughter seemed to rise from the walls, seeping through the floors, reverberating throughout the construction and thickening the air.
"I'm waiting," the shadows whispered, echoing in mockery; a disembodied voice that seemed to come from within Yami. And unexpectedly the puzzle which had been his shelter and temple of peace for millennia seemed threatening, an unwelcome place. Dangerous. The mazes and passages disappeared into darkness, entire halls were bathed in it – treacherous-looking and menacing. It was slowly becoming a place where he didn't want to spend much time, if any at all.
Muttering a curse under his breath in his native tongue, Yami hastily left his room and, seeking solace, made to cross over into Yuugi's quarters. The empty room behind his back laughed maniacally, guiding his every step and gritting his teeth and clenching his fists were the only things to keep him from slamming the door behind his back. And as he moved away from his soulroom, he got the distinct feeling that it didn't want to see him returning.