Lovelessshipping (Dartz x Mokuba)
. . .
In retrospect, he should have acknowledged the boy earlier.
Looking out through the eyes of his soldiers, built from shards of Orichalcos and threads of hate and anger, he could see the legendary wielders of the dragons fighting back, see them blasting at his ranks and ripping through the columns and formations. It was no matter. He had a million soldiers, and they could not kill them all.
Dartz guided one soldier around the back of the formation, watching through its eyes as it slipped around the carnage wrought by the stream of lighting pouring from the white dragon's mouth. The chaos was such that no one noticed it ducking around and through the ranks of monsters and hiding behind the falling bodies, no one marked its travel until it stood behind the great dragon and behind the man that commanded it. The soldier crept forward, low, unnoticed, the dragon too busy dealing with the waves of soldiers before it that threw themselves into the fray with a wild frenzy. Twisted sword gleaming in his hand, ducking beneath the lashing tail of the angry dragon, coming up close behind the tall young man with his coat tails flaring, the blade raised to plunge into his lanky frame—
"Nii-sama!"
Something crashing into the side of the soldiers head, the vision going out for a moment as the bones were crushed and footing was lost. Dartz swore, trying to regain control of the beast, to rip it back onto its feet and finish its assigned job but then—
The tall dragon wielder was whipping around as the soldier's vision cleared. Shouting something and the dragon's tail was whipping towards the soldier to sweep it away.
It was as though the world moved in slow motion as Dartz' eyes flitted around almost desperately for some way to salvage this, some way to drag another soldier for a surprise attack but now the dragon wielder seemed to understand that he had left his back open and his long fingers were drawing another slip of a card onto the disk and calling forth a second dragon with eyes of blue and—
For one final, brief moment, his eyes met with the other figure that he had not thought to notice before. Dark eyes, almost hidden behind a mass of black hair falling thickly across shoulders and forehead, small shoulders stiff and knuckles white on the handle of the briefcase that he had clearly just used as his weapon to protect his brother, knees held fast so that they wouldn't shake, a determined effort to push the fear from his expression—
Well-played,was the last thing that Dartz thought before he lost connection with that soldier, crushed by the tail of the great dragon. Well-played indeed, young man.
But he would not underestimate the younger brother nexttime...
. . .
A/N: pffft who thought of this one? Next is Lotusshipping (Seto x Noa x Mokuba).
