Wicked
By: Neko-chan
A/N: *GLARES at 'Zoo-san* This _was_ supposed to be a _one-shot_. This was NOT supposed to be updated. ONE-SHOT. *whacks 'Zoo-san over the head* ... But... 'Zoo-san went to the dentist and the dentist subjected her to cruel and unusual things and she wanted (and I quote) "Darkness to overcome Light." Sooo... a 'sequel' to the first part. -_-;;
DISCLAIMER: Neko-chan owns neither Harry Potter or Yu-Gi-Oh!. ...why are you all celebrating? o.O;;
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Darkness was slowly spreading, making the woods surreal and eerie and just a tad bit more frightening. Two figures quietly made their way through the forest, their footsteps cat-quiet and silent upon the bracken-filled pathway. One of the figures was tall, ramrod thin, with pale and glowing eyes. His features were grotesque and twisted, resembling that of a snake. The 'man' looked at the other out of the corner of his eyes and frowned slightly.
The second figure was long-legged, lithe and strong. Tarnished-gold colored hair stuck out in all directions, framing a face that was as malevolent as it was beautiful. A glowing Horus eye was prominent upon his forehead and rose above insanity-filled crimson-violet eyes. The second figure lowered his lashes and smiled slightly to himself, lightly touching the top of the Sennen Rod that was sticking out from his back pocket.
"All isss going according to ssschedule. I find it rather... ssstrange... how easssily we have been able to accomplisssh our goalsss thusss far." The taller figure, Lord Voldemort, paused for a moment and narrowed his eyes, staring at the darker personage with a thoughtful expression that flitted across his face. "Yesss. I do find it ssstrange. Why? Tell me, my... friend... why isss it that I find it ssso very ssstrange?"
Yami no Malik paused also and turned marginally, raising eyelids to stare at the Dark Lord. An emotion surged up within his eyes and just as quickly disappeared, submerging and joining with the other obsidian-dark emotions and feelings that swarmed and boiled within him. "Why?" he parroted back at Voldemort, eyes still wide and seemingly innocent. Yami no Malik's smile broadened and he reached out, holding his hand palm up and out towards the trees that surrounded the duo.
Thin tendrils of ebony stretched out from the inky blackness to caress his open hand and twine their way around his tanned fingers. The darkness that engulfed Yami no Malik and Lord Voldemort pulsed slightly, finding rhythm with the beat of the yami's heart.
Pulse.
Pulse.
Pulse.
"Let me ask you a question, Voldemort-san," the dark Egyptian continued, shooting a glance to the Dark Lord under once-again lowered eyelashes. "Why is it that people are so surprised when the Darkness overcomes Light and the Light falls beneath it, crushed and shattered and scattered, never to return again? Why is it so strange to picture Light finally failing and the world becoming engulfed in sweet, sweet Darkness? Is this truly such a hard thing to picture and imagine? Truly?"
"How many timesss hasss Darknesss defeated Light?" Voldemort retorted swiftly, still staring at the yami out of the corner of his eyes. Yami no Malik turned, finally facing him head on. The Dark Lord started and quickly stepped back, putting more distance between himself and the creature made from the darkest emotions known to mankind.
Veins bulged up on Yami no Malik's face and the right side began to stretch--Monstrous and terrifying were adequate enough descriptions but each came nowhere near being able to describe the yami in his full and horrifying potential.
"Darkness has... Darkness has _always_ defeated Light. It's triumphed in little ways; little ways that no one truly ever notices. The infinite blackness of space--what do you think? Does space truly have an ending and a beginning? How can Light possibly ever hope to encompass that _much_ space and Darkness? Light is often swallowed up by the Darkness--day becomes night and all the little children hide away, fearing the dark and the monsters that dwell within it. Light eventually dies and fades away, never to be seen from again."
"That meansss nothing."
The broad smile stretched, reaching the yami's earlobe. The darkness pressed tighter around them and the tendrils of ebony strengthened their hold upon the Egyptian. His soot-black lashes lowered further and he looked down upon the root of Darkness with an almost-loving expression. He cocked his head to one side, his eyes still hooded and shaded, hiding away the emotions that ran rampant through his eyes.
"Oh?"
His smile deepened.
"Is that true, Dark Lord? Is that true, Voldemort... san? Truly? Truly truly truly? If that is true, and all of the Darkness' accomplishments mean _nothing_, then why is it that humans go through life as if in a shadow of a dream, wishing and hoping and fighting for something better... and finally just... die? If life is Light and death is Darkness, then Darkness always wins because _no one_ ever escapes true death. They may live on for a while longer... or several millennia... but, in the end, the result is the same. They're all dead."
The yami's expression turned even more so contemplative.
"The Pharaoh and the Tomb Robber thought that they could escape death. They had both managed to cling to a semblance of life for so very long... they were both faded away, dead and gone and _finished_. Neither thought that they could truly die. After all, when a human had managed to live for so long, it would have been logical for them to assume that they were immortal. But they weren't~"
A giggle.
"It's strange how some people react when faced with death--true Darkness. The Tomb Robber just faded away, cackling about how he would someday be back. But how could he ever hope to return if I had blasted away his soul for all of eternity? He claimed to belong to the Darkness--I just made his words a reality. The Pharaoh fought, screaming for his 'aibou.' His... partner. How sickening, don't you agree? He fought to live so that he would have been able to spend more time with his... 'friend.' It made me laugh."
A smirk.
"I've told you, Voldemort, that Darkness conquers Light. It's true. I destroyed the Tomb Robber and the Pharaoh's hikaris, crushing their souls and shattering them into infinite pieces of stardust. The Pharaoh cried. The Tomb Robber collapsed. And my hikari--my omote--wailed in terror and fear as I pushed him out of this body and left him drifting all alone in the Yami no Game, screaming for his older sister. So... pathetic."
The smirk deepened.
Blood-violet eyes lit and glowed with a malevolency that not even Voldemort could ever hope to compete against. Before him stood a creature made from true Darkness--a Yami in its truest form. The Pharaoh and the Tomb Robber might have called themselves yamis, but it was a lie. The Pharaoh and the Tomb Robber were spirits from long-ago Egypt. Yami no Malik, however, was created from his omote's anger, fear, hatred, loathing, and darkness that had been hidden deep within his soul. Yami no Malik _was_ Yami. Yami no Malik _was_ Darkness in its truest and most awesome form.
"Voldemort... Did you know that a person experiences death when his or her soul is banished from their body and sent to wander the Yami no Game for all of eternity? They can never return because the Yami no Game never lets its victims leave. And... did you know that the Sennen Items are seven of the extremely few objects that exist in this world that can grant a person true and everlasting death?"
A chortle.
A laugh.
A cackle.
A smile.
For the very first time since the conversation had begun, the Dark Lord finally noticed the Sennen Rod that had been loosely clasped in Yami no Malik's free hand. The Egyptian paused and gave Voldemort a beautiful smile, one that was filled with malice and loathing and insanity. Voldemort took one more step backwards, his slitted-pupil eyes never straying from the yami's face.
A movement.
A dart.
A flash of gold.
A scream of terror.
Ruby red droplets falling like rain.
An ocean of blood.
A wail of anguish.
...and the Dark Lord was no more.
Yami no Malik finally raised his eyelashes, looking down at the bloodied and pale body with disinterested eyes. He squatted down and leaned over, dipping his index finger in the pool of blood beneath Voldemort's dead body. Head tilted to one side and glazed-over eyes still eyeing the Dark Lord, he delicately licked his finger, smiling slightly as the salty and coppery taste filled his mouth.
"You taste like cherries."
. . .
//There is no such thing as Immortality. Darkness swallows it up.//
A/N: One more installment and then this ficu is OVER. Next chapter: Yami no Malik confronts Harry Potter... in person. Will Light finally win out over Darkness or will Darkness defeat everything that stands within its path?