Disc: YGO belongs to this guy who shares Inuyasha's creator's (Takahashi-Sensei!) surname. Yeaaaaaaaaaah, 'cause I know SO MUCH... -.-
Note: My first try at Mai x Yami Malik.
Note2: This takes place during their duel in... (forgot the name)... well, you know, when she had the WDoR and didn't know how to use it, yeah...
Note3: Fic better than author's memory, I promise!
Sunflower boy
Skin like the finest porcelain, eyes like the most expensive amethist, hair like the best quality gold.
It was amazing how much the shadows let through, how little they hid to his view.
"I guess you weren't sunflowers after all, sweetheart."
Yami Malik sneered, and his eyes without pupils fixed in hers, so extravagant. It quelled her uneasiness a bit, that the creep felt content with staring up to her face, and nowhere else. He was barely looking down at her, though, and she had that disgusting feeling of him knowing what was ahead, unlike her.
"Take the sun from the sunflower, my dear, and then tell me what happens to it."
From amidst the shadows a hot wind was blowing, restless. It reeked of sand, of dust, and Mai coughed. And the sound of her reached his ears mixed with that exotic raspy feeling of the heat against his skin... his lips were hinting a condescending, and very, very mocking smile, and Mai was staring him down as if she could melt him, and oh, how she wished that.
His elegant eyes squinted imperceptibly, drinking the defiant look and answering it with one even more defiant, more dangerous. She hated being given that look. She hated him.
Bordering on exhillarating, something was pounding in his chest, and he couldn't name it. "Oh yes," he reminded himself softly, "The thrill of the hunt."
"So," he sing-sang, and his voice seemed out of place but not unexpected, at least to her, and she was both startled and relieved when the silence shattered to miserable pieces, "Shall we begin?"
She tsked, holding her head up, shuffling her deck proudly. Knowing that there was no way in which she would ever be able to win, oh, she had been so, so silly. Resigned, but not defeated, she tossed a blonde tress over her shoulder and hissed, "Whenever you want, sunflower boy."
o-O ODD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But also kinda cute, nuh?
(Nooooo this has nothing to do with Samurai Champloo, not at alllllll)