Author's Note: It has been a while, I guess.

This piece came to me a while ago at four in the morning when I should have been asleep, but found it more interesting to wonder what the hell the Dark Signer's do/did with their free time. |D

Because, honestly, they really didn't have enough screentime as a whole in their own arc. D:

Enjoy.

Prompt: #4 Claws

Warnings: Still present tense. And still Kiryu/Misty and Dark Signer creepiness... sorts of anyway.

Summary: Drabble – Kiryu sure had a strange way to prepare for the incoming battle, but Misty couldn't quite find a reason to fault it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's.

--- Preparation for Victory ---

Tock.

Tock.

Irritated, Misty looks up from her book; she is sitting in the lounge of the Dark Signer's hide out, distracting herself with reading as she awaits the final battle with their rivals. Turning around , she sees Carly sitting behind her, her face hidden by her hood as she leans over her cards, reading them for hints of fate and looking not the slightest disturbed by the noise.

Tock.

Tock.

Frowning, Misty gets up, straightening as she marks her page in the book, searching for the source of her irritation. And she finds it soon enough on the other side of the large, circular room, where one Kiryu Kyosuke was slouched on the sofa, lazily gesturing with his hand… almost as if he was throwing something.

And as she approached, Misty noticed the completed mark of the Crimson Dragon drawn onto a board, hanging in front of him – the tail, both wings and the head pierced by what looked like… darts?

Leaning his head back, Kiryu looked up to her, shooting her a rather deranged looking grin. "Hiya, Misty-chan. Want something?"

She, unaffected by his expression and the familiarity he addressed her with (he would have to do better than to make her lose her composure), looked at him stoically, merely lifting an eyebrow. "What are you doing, Kiryu?"

He just smirked amused. "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Then he turned away again, twisting the next dart between his fingers, then throwing it and nailing the centre of the Dragon's front claw.

"I looks as if you're being childish due your impatience." Her lips twitched in amusement.

"Childish?" he laughed, once again twisting a dart between his fingers. "I'm merely preparing for what is to come in my own way."

And again he leaned back, ready to release the dart, but before that she reached down, her hand closing around his wrist. He looked up to her again, an eyebrow raised in amusement and question, but he understood immediately and opened his hand.

Wordlessly she took the dart from him, concentrating on the one mark left – the mark of the witch, the back claw of the Dragon. She took aim and threw it with a flicker of her wrist, feeling satisfaction spread through her when the dart hit its target.

Smiling darkly, resting her arms on the sofa's backrest, she leaned forward, bringing her mouth to his ear.

"Hm, I wonder…" she whispered "…what do you think is to come?"

Kiryu glanced at her from the corner of his eye, leaning back as he purred and clicked his fingers.

"The only thing there can be, of course." He whispered, watching as purple flames sprung from the darts, quickly annihilating the mark of the Dragon, eating it away until nothing was left.

"Victory."

--- FIN ---

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