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Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh GX
Title: Call of Ice: Chapter 3: Call Answered
Characters: Marufuji Ryou
Word Count: chapter: 500||story: 1,500
Genre: Drama, Adventure||Rated: PG-13
Challenge: Diversity Challenge, section C, #6, three-shot with all three "chapters" being exactly 500 words; Valentine's Day to White Day Advent, day #22, write a fic with no names and no dialogue.
Summary: The snow and ice and frost do as he pleases them to do. Until a time when they do not.

Mocking laughter came to his ears first. Then one particular voice, declaring that a mere human couldn't compare to him and here stood the proof of that.

Fast on the heels of that came cold. And ice. He opened his eyes. A broken chain and shattered talisman met his gaze first. Once more the ice flowed through his veins.

He smiled. A mere human couldn't compare? He had a very nice surprise in mind for them.

Ice piled above him, far too much for almost anyone else. Not just on top of him but around him as well, sealing him in. If he were anyone but himself, it might've finished him off. Instead, he breathed it in like air. How convenient of his enemy to put him in what would recharge him!

From the way the spirit mage prattled to the spectators, he had no idea that Powersink Stone no longer functioned. Or perhaps he thought it didn't matter, if his enemy no longer lived.

He flexed his fingers. Ice began to crack. It was time to prove him very wrong.

With that cracking, dozens of pairs of eyes turned up toward him. He was not the showman that someone else was, but he didn't need to be for this. Instead, the ice shattered all around him, and he lowered himself to stand before his enemy, lips turned upward into a smile that spoke of sweet pain.

He said nothing. There was nothing that he needed to say. Instead, he gestured, and a thousand spears of ice formed around him, pointed at the one who dared to hurt him.

He didn't like being hurt. Not without his consent, anyway, and this one wasn't one he would've consented to in a thousand years.

Time to put him in his place.

Let it be said that the spirit did attempt to try. He held power over ice and cold as well. But in this moment, when the black leather clad duelist stood at the peak of his power, there was nothing that he could do. All of his attempts were brushed aside as if they held no more meaning than the buzzing of flies.

There were screams. Howls of pain. Oaths of vengeance. All of which made the dark duelist's smile widen just that little fraction more.

And when it was over and the other faded away to nothing, then that duelist turned his gaze up to the spectators, not one of whom dared to speak a word against him. His smile grew no wider, but it did hold all of the rage that burned in his frozen soul.

He spoke a single word, and it was a word they all obeyed at once, fleeing the arena as if their lives depended on it.

They did, of course. As would the fact he wanted them to tell how foolish their leader had been for attacking him at all. Let the rumors spread. No matter where he stood, let him be feared.

The End