The Passing of the Dark
By SMYGO4EVA
It felt somewhat odd to be back from Battle City.
Walking at a slow pace, the Pharaoh let his eyes hunt the pathway before him for signs of familiar faces, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his dark blue jacket. Little sign of life was to be found however, not surprising seeing as the hour was both too late and too early in Domino City.
He almost felt out of place; not so much as a stranger but more like he was trespassing in another person's life. The Pharaoh let a low huff escape him and he lowered his gaze, his guard going down as well - these weren't the streets he knew of so the chance of running into his friends was negligibly small.
Maybe it had been a stupid idea to return, after all the damage he had caused and then simply left for the others to take care of. It wasn't the first time he had pulled something like that but this time…
He cared.
(A/N: First fic of 2014 – Happy New Year!)