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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh GX
Title: Call of Ice: Chapter 1: Call Unanswered
Characters: Marufuji Ryou
Word Count: chapter: 500||story: 500
Genre: Drama, Adventure||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: Diversity Challenge, section C, #6, three-shot with all three "chapters" being exactly 500 words; Valentine's Day to White Day Advent, day #22, write a fic with no names and no dialogue.
Summary: The snow and ice and frost do as he pleases them to do. Until a time when they do not.

Soft white flakes cascaded down wherever he walked. He could make it worse, if he wanted. He could raise the wind and bring the snow and ice, turn this gentle snowfall into a raging blizzard. It would be little more than a flicker's worth of concentration.

He could do it. It would be so easy. He wanted to.

He stretched out his power, seeking the bond to the snow and ice and frost that flowed in his veins. He wanted a blizzard. He wanted a snowstorm the likes of which this world had never seen.

But for all of his attempts, nothing changed. The snow remained gentle. The wind remained calm.

His eyes narrowed. This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't what he was trying to do. Why didn't it listen to him?

Ever since the moment he'd first realized that the snow and cold did as he commanded, there had never been a moment when it hadn't. When he was not in control of it. Yes, his control had varied and he'd grown into the mastery of his power, but it had never not existed.

Yet now the unthinkable happened. Not only did the snow and ice not answer to his call, but he began to shiver.

That was not right. He hadn't known what the touch of cold was in years. He could and did walk on the ice with the ease of an ordinary human walking on dry grass. But even as he shivered and tried to take a step, he could feel himself beginning to slip.

He crashed to his knees without warning; it had been so long since he'd fallen that he'd forgotten what it was like to need to catch himself. He breathed harder, looking around.

Someone else was causing this. That was the only answer. He was not the only wielder of the power of ice in this world, or any other. Most of them he could defeat in battle, one way or another, but that was if he knew where they were. His abilities being locked away like this...

It didn't put him at a complete disadvantage, but it definitely angered him, and he determined he would do whatever he had to in order to find the challenger and put an end to them.

He attempted to scramble back to his feet. Before he could get them under him, nets spun from nowhere, wrapping all around him. Each one burned across his skin and he had to stifle the urge to shout in pain. Ropes followed a heartbeat later, winding around him, and he struggled and strained relentlessly. Whoever this was, they would know his full wrath!

Unleashing that wrath would've been much, much easier if he could see who dared to entangle him, much less how they'd depowered him. He breathed harder and harder, noticing only too late that a strange odor filled the air. The more he breathed, the more his strength failed him, and his eyes slid shut.

To Be Continued

Note: I thank the snow that's coming down this moment for inspiration for this story. Also, as per the Advent prompt, I can't use names or dialogue in this story. So I'll tell you now that this takes place in an alternate timeline where Ryou was the one taken by Kagemaru and Daitoukuji and he became one of the Seven Stars, the Hell Kaiser of Ice. As to who the antagonist is...well, there are still two chapters and a thousand words to go. You'll find out in the end.