Darkshipping (Yami Bakura/Yami Yugi)

. . .

"Would you have guessed?" he says, spat out like black bile between gritted teeth in a grimace or maybe a smile. "Would you have guessed it was me all along that you were waiting to fight?"

He's dying. It's over. He grips to the edge of the table as his body begins to melt away into the shadows, oil dripping from his mouth like blood, and his eyes going black instead of white as he ceases to be—the game is over.

The pharaoh, the victor, stands on the other side of the table, and he feels—something. Something like…regret, maybe.

His own eyes find those violet eyes drowning in black oil and he wonders how they got here.

"No," he says. "I didn't think it would be you."

It seems, for a moment, that the entire world is between them on the now empty RPG table. He can see it from here; the path that lead them to this moment. He sees a million faces, a million obstacles, and he wants to trace them, every one of them, the ones that lead to this, to this final game, to this final struggle.

But he doesn't. Because tracing that path will make him look away from him.

He crosses around the table to where the darkness is eating the other one away. He is still grinning, as though he has won, as though he didn't lose to the pharaoh. As though this was all just a game. Just like during their first game, what feels like years ago, but what was really only a few months, when he was once again the Dungeon Master and the pharaoh a player. He had won that time, too. It feels like deja vu.

"It was a good game," the pharaoh whispers. He feels something, watching his opponent fade away. Is it...sadness?

"Don't miss me too much, king," the other laughs. "I won't miss you."

"I won't miss you either."

The pharaoh pauses.

"But it was a good game."

He doesn't say anything else out loud, and the other only laughs as he finally disappears for good, leaving behind his host, untouched.

The pharaoh's heart twinges a little, and he wonders why.

It is one thing to lose a friend and feel hurt, and sad.

He wonders why he feels the same way to have lost an enemy.

. . .

A/N: -crying- idk i'm tired and I probably shouldn't be working on the project right now but here we are. Next is Danceshipping (Mai x Anzu).