AN- Ore-sama gets bored. Ore-sama begins pondering. Ore-sama experiments. Oh dear...
Would you believe it if I told you that I was hyper when I wrote this? If not, well, I was!
This is my tribute to Yami no Malik-sama.
Disclaimer: Yugioh doesn't belong to me.
Pretty crimson river.
Runny, sticky rivulets.
Pretty red.
Life…
Pretty red dribbling life, all over the dark, stone floor. Staining it. Isn't it strange how life stains things? If the red river were to flow outside, the green grass would be stained with red life.
In that case, life would be staining life. The grass lives, even as a creature does.
But green grass doesn't bleed pretty red. Green grass doesn't stain, tint, taint other life. If it does, it can easily be washed off.
Not like the pretty red river that was seeping and creeping across the solid ground. Covering all.
Delightful!
Yami no Malik paused as he observed the flowing trickles merge to form one before continuing, swallowing up yet more of the pristine marble flooring that he was currently knelt on.
Here he could easily see that as more of the pretty red life flowed, more and more of the smaller streams united together and grew, spreading faster.
Interesting…
His dusky lilac eyes darted back and forth as he continued to stare, seemingly with great disdain, at the red rivers of pretty red life.
Now that was a strange thing…
His tongue darted out, wetting his lips as he continued to muse.
Pretty life? Life to him was anything but pretty! Yes, yes. It was funny to twist, break, kill, torment! Yes indeed!
But life wasn't pretty.
It was as obstinately boring as the terminally disinteresting grass.
But then again…
A soft sneer.
Dark, forbidding, stone cold.
Was that amusement?
Green grass didn't bleed, of course!
So instead of grass, the victim would have to be able to spill the pretty red life.
That kind of life could never be as mundane as grass. Even so, grass could be considered moderately interesting by some.
He couldn't see why, really.
Only interesting (even moderately so, of course) if it was stained in wet red life.
Even then, the grass wasn't the thing doing the bleeding! MUCH more fun when life seeps out of life, making the transaction from the former life to being dead. But still… Pretty red life would still be there!
Grass, he decided, is ultimately and indescribably boring.
And besides, grass can't scream either. Such a shame. If it could do THAT, it might actually be the unfortunate cause of entertainment to him. But as it was, the boring grass was safe.
Snorting softly to himself, Yami no Malik pulled himself gracefully to his feet, still watching the pretty red life. The flow had finally stopped. Life had stopped leaking life and the red life had stopped trickling smoothly across the dark, smooth rock.
Black, cold, and hard.
Pretty life had failed to taint the cold, unyielding marble.
Life couldn't taint the darkness.
HA!
How amusing.
But the pretty red life had stopped flowing…
"Mummy! It's getting really dark outside, can we go home now" a child's voice. Sweet, young, naive, innocent.
"Sure hun, let's go." A mother's voice. Soft, caring. Loving.
"Ah-ah! Pretty red life must keep flowing"
Purr.
Warm, pretty red life flowing over cold, dead darkness. It proved an interesting concept to ponder over.
Much more so than grass.
But then, even the darkness must admit how wonderful the grass looked stained red with pretty red liquid.
Green life stained with life's red liquid.
Pretty blood…
Red over green.
(Two differences; One screamed, the other whispered.
One bled, the other faded)
Yami no Malik was pleased.
AN- I swear I was possessed when I wrote this-
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