Another Three's A Crowd story. I might expand on this later.
Melody
Another wormhole sucked Ryou and Malik down into different part of the Shadow Realm, the shadows here thick, dark, and toxic.
Malik could hardly see Ryou's outline and ran into him while trying to find him.
"Why are you—"
"Shh," Malik thought he saw Ryou place a finger on his mouth. "Do you hear that?"
A low humming reverberated around them, vibrating the air, the ground. Malik felt it in his bones.
"What is that?"
Just as he spoke the shadows blew away in a gust of violent wind, forcing the boys to brace themselves. When it cleared, they noticed a circle of Duel Spirits off to one side. They formed a circle, hand in hand, and rocked back and forth.
"What are they doing?" Ryou asked in a low voice.
Malik shrugged. "It sounds almost like singing."
"I don't like it."
"They don't seem threatening. In fact… look!" Malik pointed toward the center of the circle. One of the Duel Spirits lay in the middle, unmoving. The humming no longer seemed ominous, but sad.
"It's a funeral," Ryou said. "I didn't know Duel Spirits had rituals like this."
Malik shook his head. "Me neither."
The two quietly parted, leaving the Spirits to sing their mournful melody.
Headcanon I guess.
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Over and out,
Mahersal