AN: Yes, I know it's short (and stupid) but it wasn't actually meant to be anything more than a diversion during a particularly boring lecture. Then I looked at it and thought 'I can use this drabble.'
Disclaimer: See first chapter.
(Third Person POV)
A blast of multicolored power burst through the protections around the fight arena, hitting the area Marik protected and slamming into Malik before being absorbed into Marik's shield. Shadows wrapped around Malik and the boy vanished from the field. There was no time given to the onlookers to think about that strange occurrence, however, as Yami slammed his opponent out of the field, defeating him, and called for the next challenger.
A tall girl strode up to the arena, cracking her rose-thorn whip, and gave the proper challenge. Her first move was to summon a trio of harpies, and her strategy appeared to be simply trying to keep Yami busy with her monsters while she worked out a spell. Yami seemed to enjoy defeating her.
Finally Seto stepped up. Everyone's attention immediately snapped over to him. This was the only real challenge Yami had to face. Seto smirked as he stepped up and turned to face the current ruler of the immortals. He had been planning for this day ever since he lost the last time – ten years ago – and he didn't intend to lose again.
Yami smirked. "Wasn't the beating I gave you last time good enough then?" he inquired mockingly. 'Well then, I suppose I'll have to hurt you worse this time won't I?"
Seto flushed, teeth grinding audibly as he glared back at Yami. "Shut up and fight me." He hissed, and flung a bolt of blue fire at Yami. Yami's own red aura deflected it, sending it slamming through the barriers, where the section's guardian struggled to absorb it so the bolt couldn't cause any more damage than it already had. Bakura 'ported over to reinforce the defenses with a shadowy patch that quickly melded into the transparent shield covering the fight arena before turning and transmuting Seto's blast into more material for the shield.
In the next few minutes Bakura seemed to be everywhere at once as the shield because filled with swirling red and blue auras, the gouts of blue and red bursting through the shield the only sign of battle. To the few mortals there to see it the fight looked like a spectacular fireworks display more than anything else. Around the field flames started, the scorched earth a mute testimony to the incredible forces being used in this battle.
People scrambled out of the way as yet another blast of power forced its way past the guardians. It was quickly smothered by shadows; so quickly, in fact, that it was obvious that the contestants were weakening. There was no way this could continue for more than a few seconds longer. Even those as strong as Yami and Seto undoubtedly were couldn't sustain this level of magical combat for long without being burned out by the forces they commanded.
Sure enough the gusts of magic began to fade, and the assembled immortals held their collective breath, waiting to see who their king would be for the next ten years.
The magic cleared, revealing Yami, swaying, but upright, standing over Seto's body. They couldn't tell whether the other was alive or dead, but they knew their king, and the name seemed to burst out of millions of throats.
"Yami!"