White glared from all around him. A cackle echoed within his ears. The faint scent of fabric, the bitter taste of defeat…
Everything stilled at the sight of the woman in front of him. She had saved him…abandoned his companions to their deaths and saved him…for her own twisted amusement.
Struggling to keep her mouth closed from her bursts of giggles, she bent her head down to meet his eyes, though disgraceful his position was in comparison to her. Fingers slipped beneath his chin and lifted him effortlessly from his kneeling.
"Shall I decide your fortune now?" she asked him. Her breath caressed his cheeks, while the words trickled down them in muck and filth.
"Magic controls neither my fate nor the fates of others," he growled, and felt her fist close over the scruff of his collar.
She raised him off the hollow floor, his face now higher than hers, his feet swinging in the air. "What killed your friends, then? What made them reenact their deaths before you? If not magic, if not me, then who shall you acknowledge as murderer?"
His neck and back tensed, and sight blackened from the edges inward. "N…not…magic…"
"Say my name," she said firmly. "If you speak my name and admit my connection to the deaths, you can return to your world as a survivor."
He clasped both of his palms over her outstretched arm. "Useless…my companions are dead…Pegasus—" he grunted at the choke that went up his throat, "Pegasus…lured them into his mansion, and killed…"
"Useless," she mocked him, "and so are you."
She cast him down, but he did not feel the impact of the floor. The black edging round his were grew real, and closed over him in total darkness.
And surprisingly, relief did not overcome him. They were not to meet again: him and his friends. And it wasn't her fault; neither was it his.
She did not truly consider killing him, he knew as much…but how then will she use him. What more could he suffer? Total darkness was well too shallow for her intentions. Was it a mistake?
No…
She was keeping him for storage, until she calls for him. There was a business matter wherein he cannot be involved in…not yet. He daren't allow fear to allure him. There can be no show of fear. Here was someone who will duel against him for identity.
And it will be dirty one.
"You want a duel…"he murmured. "Then…I shall…defeat…you…
"Bea…tri…ce…!"
L'Maga Analogia
A/N: And here it is, my Yu-Gi-Oh! and Umineko no Naku Koro ni crossover, L'Maga Analogia. I hope you liked this somewhat-prologue. Please tell me if you want it to continue. Also, there are links to more notes in my profile page!