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~Lamb~
By: Neko-chan

Rating: R
Category: Yaoi/Romance
(Lime) ... [Yami no
Malik/Seto Kaiba]
Thank You: Props go to
Pluie for helping me with the sexual tension between Yami no Malik and
Kaiba. I was stuck and didn�t know how
far to progress--let�s just say that Pluie was a HUGE help in analyzing the
scene, the lime, and the emotional undercurrents. Sankyuu, Pluie~ Specific thanks to Unintentional Nightmare
for first getting me interested in Dangershipping (Yami no Malik/Seto Kaiba);
Alana for being an amazing person in general and being so congenial when I got
her interested in Dangershipping (especially since anyone else would have
throttled me until I was black and blue~); and Ninetails, who has helped fuel
my Yami no Malik obsession while also being the adorable Uke-chan that I
<333 to death. >D This fic is, of course, dedicated to my
Uke-chan, Alana, and Unintentional Nightmare.
(And yes, Uke-chan, here is your Seductive~Slut!Yami no Malik. XDXDXD;;)
Note: It�s sometimes strange what pops into your mind
while listening to a CD and thinking about various anime characters�halfway
asleep, you being to think about their attitudes, their personalities, their
relationships with one another and how these three things correlate with other
aspects of humanity. Lust, hatred,
belief, anger; in many cases, characters show points about ourselves that we
rarely, if ever, want to face. I never
truly expected to write something like this, but... *shrugs* As the saying goes, �When life gives you
lemons, make lemonade.� (Or, you could
always also say: �When life gives you lemons... keep �em! �Cause I mean, hey�they�re free lemons!� XD) The idea behind this story is strange and
complex, driven mostly by imagery and the characters� emotions. Even being the writer hasn�t exempted me from
the confusion that this story generates.
And yet�I hope you still enjoyed reading it. =^^=
DISCLAIMER: Yu-Gi-Oh!
(Yuugiou) belongs to Takahashi Kazuki.
All characters mentioned rightfully belong to Takahashi Kazuki. No copyright infringement is intended. However: Plot, situation, and storyline
belong to stated author (Neko-chan).

* * *
* * *
Once upon a time, many centuries and millennia ago, an
angel descended upon the world. It had
been sent by Kami and all of His brothers and sisters to judge mankind.
Impassive crimson-violet eyes missed nothing and took
everything in as it observed the comings and goings of mankind. Shattered pieces of glass hid within his
gaze, razor sharp in all of their intensity and cold fury.
He waited and waited, broken gaze calm and patient,
expecting something--anything--to change his opinion of what mankind had shown
to him thus far over the long and never ending centuries. But everything remained the same and the
angel was not moved from his position.
Finally, after many millennia of living in Almost-Eden, he finally
decided to return home. The Archangel,
Hanketsu, had rendered his judgment.
Almost-Eden would fade away and mankind would die.
And yet... he stayed in Almost-Eden a few centuries
longer, delaying the inevitable, hoping that he would meet one human that would
change his mind. He waited and
waited--and his decision remained the same.
No human being stepped forward and challenged his judgment of humanity's
worth. Nothing had changed.
On the day that he was to return back to the Heavens, a
small boy with tri-colored hair and large, violet eyes stopped him. �Do you believe in miracles?� the child
softly asked him, staring up at the Archangel with clear eyes. Long moments passed with the two staring at
each; neither moved. The boy expected an
answer and waited patiently for one to be given.
�I no longer know,� Hanketsu replied tersely. �I used to, but I am beginning to change that
particular belief. In all of my long
years living amongst mankind and residing in Almost-Eden, I have seen nothing
that would make me believe in miracles.
There are no such things, child.�
The boy blinked and looked down at his clasped fingers,
his face falling in disappointment as he did so. �Oh.�
Several heartbeats, each an eternity long, passed before the child
sighed and looked up, staring up at Hanketsu with a blank expression fitted
upon his face. The child�s face had
become as empty as a porcelain doll�s; it was now a mask, blank and
artificial.
�Did you know that my �Tousan had given me a lamb before
he went away on his journey? �Kaasan and
I waited a long, long time for �Tousan to come back from his trip. But�
'Tousan never came back. Instead,
my 'Kaasan got a letter that said that he was gone forever. �Kaasan cried for days afterwards. I didn�t--I know that I�ll see my �Tousan
again... someday. But it makes me sad,
though. I don�t want to tell �Kaasan, �cause
then she�ll just cry some more. I don�t
want my �Kaasan to cry anymore.�
�That is a very considerate desire.�
The violet-eyed child frowned thoughtfully. �No, it isn�t. At least, not really. It hurts me to see her cry. I don�t want her to cry because she�s so sad
when she cries. And I don�t want to hurt
anymore, either.�
The angel was puzzled--the human child was different from
all the others. Yes, he was selfish
creature. But he was also selfish for
his mother�s sake, not truly for his own--though the child would probably not
realize that fact for a very long time from now. �Why do you not want your mother to be sad,
to cry? You said that she would be sad
over something that has happened. What
is it that has happened?�
�I don�t want her to cry because... because I lost the
one thing that �Tousan had given to me before he had gone away. I was taking Yuki down to the watering hole
and we were attacked by a lion. Yuki
died.� The boy looked up, eyes
earnest. �Which is why I wanted to ask
you if you believed in miracles. Do you
think... maybe.... One day, even if it�s
a long time from now, do you think that it�s possible that the lamb would be
able to fall asleep next to the lion and not worry or fear for its life? And do you think that it�s possible that the
lion would ever chose to protect the lamb instead of killing it?�
Crimson eyes widened.
�I... I do not know.�
�But that�s the power of miracles, isn�t it? To make the impossible possible. Miracles change everything. They tip the scales, giving the weak and
suppressed strength when they previously had none.�
Hanketsu gazed down at the small figure for a long
moment, his expression thoughtful and pensive, softly contemplating. �Child, what is your name?� he finally asked,
slightly cat-like eyes narrowing minutely as he continued to stare at the human
child before him.
The boy dimpled, smiling brightly up at the otherworldly
being, violet eyes darkening as some unrecognizable emotion welled up in
them. �My name is... Hikari. My name is Hikari, Yami.�
~ ~ ~
"I seem'd to move
among a world of ghosts,

And feel myself the shadows of a dream."

--Alfred, Lord Tennyson
~ ~ ~
�I love the Darkness, very much so...�
My footsteps echo against the metal floorboards beneath
me, clanging harshly and filling the hallway with their clashing and clattering
sound. I enjoy listening to the
thundering noise that they create as I make my way through this flying machine,
this �Battle Ship.�
My footsteps proceed md ald alert others to my
presence. I can feel their fear-filled
gazes as I walk by, watching me, dreading me and my power that I hold within my
grasp. They wonder if they will end up
like Rishid; they wonder what fate awaits them in the shadows of this long,
long night. Their eyes are wide--I can
see white all around their irises. Their
eyes glisten with unshed tears caused by fear and horror.
Cry, you pathetic little bugs. Weep over the death that you know is coming.
They hope that I won�t hear them--hear the heart that
thunders in their chest; hear their gasping, panting breath. They whimper as I make my way past, praying
silently to anyone that would listen that I won�t take notice of them. They want me to ignore them.
I can smell their terror.
It�s so intoxicating, heady and addicting, smelling
faintly of opium and jasmine incense. It
smells so very, very delicious. They shivered and
burrowed deeper beneath the covers--but they could never be able to run away
from that which they feared the most.
Darkness.
"Kaiba..."
The CEO tossed and moaned in his sleep, kicking off the
blankets that covered him. Sweat broke
out upon his brow and his movements became more frantic, more terrified. His room chilled and he threw up his arms as
if to ward off a blow... and screamed.
�Ahhh, Kaiba��
*
There was Darkness all around him.
Everywhere he looked, a solid wall of smothering night
stared back at him, ready to strangle him if he took a step closer. He shivered slightly and crossed his arms in
front of his chest, trying to warm himself in this never ending oblivion.
Blue eyes widened marginally when a mocking chuckle
trailed from the clouds of obsidian, slimy and slippery and cruel. "Who's there?!" Seto Kaiba yelled,
straightening to face the enemy that hid itself. "I know that you're there! Show yourself!"
"Kaiba..." the voice replied from the Darkness.
Kaiba frowned, fear and surprise dissing tng to form
annoyance and anger. "Show
yourself, I said. This is my dream and I
am the master of it. I commanded you to
show yourself--now do so."
Red-violet eyes appeared, bobbing this way and that in
the Darkness. "Ah, Kaiba..."
the voice repeated, the eyes crinkling in malicious amusement. "Are you so sure of that? Are you so sure that this is a dream? Are you so sure that you are the master
here?"
Seto Kaiba took a step backwards, blue eyes narrowing as
he watched the violet eyes make their way closer to him. �Who are you?� he snapped, patience with the
unknown person finally wearing thin. �I
told you to show yourself!�
�You are not master here, Kaiba. You cannot tell me what to do and what not
to do. That power belongs solely to me
now.�
The black fog cleared just a little bit and tanned skin,
sun-kissed by a brilliant Egyptian sun, formed from the tendrils of Darkness
that still clung to the newly appeared figure.
Rising like tarnished sunbursts above the burgundy eyes, spiky blonde
hair shot off in every direction, shimmering like old gold in the twilight of
the abyss where Kaiba found himself in.
�This is my world, Seto Kaiba. This is nour our dream. You�re in a nightmare now. My nightmare.� The smirk deepened and the bronzed man stepped close
enough that his and Kaiba�s bodies brushed against one another. Seto Kaiba started in surprise and shock and
made as to step back once again. Yami no
Malik was too quick for him, darting forward and latching onto the brunette�s
hands, intertwining their fingers when Kaiba�s hands were fully constricted.
�I told you, Kaiba.
You�re not master here,� Yami no Malik whispered, breathing softly in
Kaiba�s ear. His smile took on a razor
sharp qualind hnd he dug his fingernails into the back of Kaiba�s hands,
leaving small crescent moon-shaped wounds that quickly filled with blood. Smademade a small protesting noise at the
pain and attempted to step away again--but the darker personality of Malik just
tightened his hold, nails digging further into Kaiba�s hands until the CEO
stopped moving. �You�re in a
nightmare. My nightmare. My world, Kaiba. And I am master here.�
�Leave,� Kaiba hissed, wincing as Yami no Malik increased
the pain in reply to his order. He tried
to jerk his hands from the Egyptian�s grasp, but their hands were too tightly
intertwined for him to escape. �Leave,
NOW!�
Yami no Malik growled low in his throat, lowering his
head to murmur against Seto�s throat, lips brushing lightly against
peach-tinted skin. �I can�t. This is my world and there is no escape from
it. And� I don�t even think you want to
escape from here, my pretty little lamb.�
Kaiba stilled, eyes contemplating and thoughtful. Whispering, he asked: �What do you mean?�
The Egyptian chuckled and kissed the CEO�s fluttering
pulse, the vein throbbing just beneath his open mouth and tongue. �Ahhh, Kaiba.
Humans are so trusting and na�ve.
Haven�t you ever wondered why you sometimes wake from a dream--a
nightmare--that leaves you with a racing heart, fear-sweat covering your brow,
and yet� and yet, you�re oh so painfully aroused and you don�t know why?� Blood-violet eyes darkened, the pupil
dilating to completely cover up the colored chips of amethyst that were his
irises. �You�re being seduced by the
Darkness, Kaiba.�
�NO!� Kaiba screamed suddenly, bucking away from Yami no
Malik. The muscles in his arms corded
and his face contorted with strain, but he was finally able to gather enough
strength to shove the dark figure away from him. Yami no Malik fell to the floor, staring up
at Kaiba as a bemused expression darted across his face like quicksilver, his
arms and legs askew and akimbo upon the ground.
�You�re lying, you bastard. I don�t
care what you say or how many times you say it--I will not be seduced by the
Darkness. I refuse to be turned into
something that looks like you.�
Yami no Malik purred in response, eyelids lowering
dangerously as he continued to gaz at at the CEO of Kaiba Corporation. He smirked and arched up, khaki pants
tightening to display the outline of the Yami�s long, slim legs. Seto turned away, refusing to watch.
The Egyptian�s smile deepened until it resembled his
usual smirk. He straightened with a
grace that spoke in volumes what his outward appearance did not completely hint
at--that there was something utterly not human about the bronzed man; something
unearthly, ethereal and corporeal in nature.
The Darkness surrounding the two figures began to throb,
pulsing in time with Yami no Malik�s heartbeat.
Small tendrils unwound themselves from the throbbing mass to slowly edge
closer to the dark Egyptian. He looked
down at the small tentacles and raised an arm, offering up a hand to the pieces
of obsidian. They retracted and then
shot forward, twining themselves around Yami no Malik�s hand and fingers.
He stared down at the tendrils, eyes glowing, and purred
softly as the Darkness pulsed once again� and then melted into his flesh,
becoming one with him. The obsidian fog
that surrounded them continued to throb in time to his heartbeat as Yami no
Malik turned his attention back to the brunette, burgundy eyes still glowing
eerily with an inner demonic light.
�You�re being rather stupid, Kaiba. Haven�t you realized yet that you�re all
being seduced? There is no escape from
the night phantoms that haunt your dreams, seeping into your consciousness
until they become a part of you. That�s
when the nightmares begin. It�s such a
slow process, but you�ll all succumb to me in the end. You�ll all become the sacrificial lambs upon
my altar of Darkness.s'> Your blood will
herald in a new world. My world. My beautiful world, filled only with Darkness
and Oblivion.�
�That isn�t possible, Yami no Malik. You can�t seduce people through their dreams,�
Kaiba snapped angrily, blue eyes narrowed in challenge as he watched the
Egyptian make his way closer.
Yami no Malik�s body blurred for a moment and he
disappeared, fading into the shadows.
Pulse.
Pulse. Pulse�.
�But you forget yourself, Kaiba. I didn�t say dreams--I said nightmares,� a
cruel voice hissed in his ear. A warm
body pressed against his back and Kaiba stiffened in surprise. The dark voice continued, mocking amusement
lacing its tone while rose petal soft lips brushed against his throbbing
pulse. It was a harsh reminder of the
kiss that had been pressed there just a short time earlier. �I�ll show you just how possible it is for a
person to be seduced through his nightmares.�
Yami no Malik chortled and finally stepped away from
Seto, his expression sadistic and amused at the pain that throbbed from Kaiba�s neck, making its way
down his body. The blonde Egyptian
licked his lips, expertly cleaning the blood from his skin, and then crossed
his arms over his chest, still smiling congenially at the CEO.
�Ah, Kaiba�. When will you finally realize that there is
no escaping your nightmares? No matter
how fast you run, no matter where you hide, nothing that you do to stand up
against your phantoms will be of any help--they�ll still manage to track you
down and drag you under. There is no
escaping me. There is no escaping your
fate, Kaiba.�
�Bastard,� Kaiba bit out, clamping a hand over the wound
on his neck to stop the blood flow. He
gritted his teeth and growled silently to himself, cursing his opponent withery ery foul word he knew. His other hand
balled into a fist, frustration and fury rising within him to form a sphere of
cast iron that resided within his chest.
The Egyptian tilted his head to one side, uttering a
noncommittal murmur as he did so.
Several long heartbeats passed before he finally raised a slim eyebrow,
the amused expression once again returning to his face. Kaiba glared back, hand still over his neck
in an attempt to stop the blood flow. It
was then that Yami no Malik�s right arm tensed and then shot forward,
backhanding Kaiba and knocking the brunette to the floor.
�How dare you defy me. You are the lamb, the sacrifice to my
Darkness, Kaiba,� Yami no Malik began, voice soft and malicious. Chains snaked out from the obsidian fog and
latched onto Seto, twisting and twining their way ad hid his limbs, eventually
managing to slam his arms and legs to the ground. �Kaiba�.� Yami no Malik breathed, falling to his hands
and knees. Blood-violet eyes widened in
excitement and he slowly made his way closer to the CEO. His body was cat-like, sinuous and sleek, as
it moved on all fours across the ground to where Seto lay. His smile widened as he straddled the captive
man, his facial expression mocking and cruel.
�You cannot escape me and the phantoms that haunt you. And, the truth is, you do not want to. �
�GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU BASTARD!�
�No,� was the whispered response before lips met, meshed,
and formed into one. Kaiba opened his
mouth to utter a sound of protest, but Yami no Malik swallowed it up, delving
into the brunette�s mouth and exploring it with teeth and tongue. He deepened the kiss, legs tightening around
Kaiba�s waist as he did so.
�I am nothing like you; I never will be. Leave me be!�
Yami no Malik chuckled softly as Kaiba strained and
pulled against the chains in an attempt to break them. �Hmmm�. I think not. I�m not yet done having my bit of fun,� the
blonde murmured against the corner of the CEO�s mouth, tongue flic out out to
trace the outline of Kaiba�s lips. Seto
snarled and lunged forward; in reply to the act of defiance, Yami no Malik
slammed Kaiba against the ground, teeth bared in fury.
�You�ve already lost, you pathetic little lamb! Why can�t you seem to realize that
alreadspanspan style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Give up! You�ve already been seduced by the very
thing that you hate the most!�
�I� refuse to give in to� something� like you!�
was Kaiba�s gritted response, wincing at the pain that throbbed from the back
of his skull to wend its way down his body.
The blonde paused for a moment, staring down at Seto with
heavy-lidded, dangerous eyes.
His head came down until his lips brushed against Kaiba's
ear, a silky caress full of sin and forbidden desires. The Egyptian�s voice was coy and sweet--a
deceptive promise of gentleness and kindness.
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to give in, Kaiba,� he
whispered softly. �You've already lost;
you've already been seduced by the Darkness.
You cannot stop what is happening here."
Yami no Malik purred softly and slowly made his way
downward, his tongue making its wet pathway down Seto�s body. Kaiba tried to shift away from the blonde,
but the chains restricted him and held him firmly in place. There was no escape.
The Egyptian uttered a dark chuckle as his lips traced
over Kaiba�s collarbone; the CEO closed his eyes in response, refusing to watch
what was g dog done to him. �Would you like to know why I chose to come to you first,
Kaiba?� was the whispered question as white teeth gently nibbled the edge of
the brunette�s collarbone.
�No,� was the hoarse reply. Yami no Malik�s bronzed finger found the CEO�s
nipple just then and his body arched up into the touch without him wanting it
to. The dark man purred in contentment
at this response, eyelids falling lower to obscure the emotions that welled up
within blood-violet irises.
The shirt was easily ripped in two and discarded; the
Egyptian made his way lower down Kaiba�s body once the obstacle had been dealt
with and thrown away.
�I picked you, Kaiba, because you will be such a strong
sacrifice to the Darkness. Such a worthy
lamb,� began the soft croon. �You will
fight until the very end, but it�t m�t matter since you had actually lost long
ago. It will only be a matter of time
before you finally realize just how badly you have lost this game. Ahhh, Kaiba�
I picked you first, Kaiba, because I wanted to break you.�
His mouth closed over the nipple that his finger had
previously caressed, tongue warm as it traced and teased. Seto�s eyes closed, teeth gritted as he bit
down his cry of pleasure. And yet his
body arched up into Yami no Malik�s touch once again, a traitor in the
end. Goosebumps rose on his arms,
prickling uncomfortably.
The iron sphere residing in his chest fully cracked,
useless pieces falling away. He had no
more defenses. For the first time in his
life, Seto Kaiba was helpless and at the full mercy of someone else. And that fact terrified him.
�You were such an easy prize to conquer and win, my
little lamb.�
The purr of a contented cat filled the dark arena,
echoing in the obsidian clouds that surrounded the two men. Crimson-violet eyes glittered in the twilight
and Yami no Malik soon made his way lower down Kaiba�s body, smirking as the
brunette�s nipple tightened in the sudden cold that came when his mouth had
pulled away.
Mouth and tongue traveled lower, tasting all of the
valleys and shadows that made up Kaiba�s body.
The Egyptian paused when he came to the CEO�s belly button, dipping his
tongue into the depression and leaving a wet mark, before continuing
downward. He stopped again soon after,
pillowing his cheek on Seto�s upper thigh, staring up at the brunette with
expectant cat-like eyes.
�Please�� Kaiba swallowed, his throat dry as he met Yami
no Malik�s amused gaze. �Please� Please, no. No.�
�No?� the blonde asked, raising an eyebrow mockingly as
his tongue darted out to flick over the silky pajama material covering Kaiba�s
groin. There
was a long pause before Seto continued. �No. It was a nightmare,� was the whisper that
quietly filled the spacious room; blue eyes were thoughtful as they stared at
the various objects placed meticulously around his cabin. The objects were impersonal, the touches of a
professional decorator and not the choice of the man who sometimes resided
there. It was an emotionless room,
someplace to sleep and spend time in when needed--but not a room to live
in.
A sharp pain sparked from his neck and he winced, a hand
coming up to touch his throat and the area near his shoulder. Seto Kaiba blinked when his fingers
encountered wetness, his blue eyes widening as he pulled his hand away. His fingers were sticky with a red
substance. Blood.
�N-No�.�
His body jerked to the side, turning to face the mirror
that was located right next to his bed.
The CEO�s reflection stared back at him from the mirror�s cool surface,
but that reflection paled as it gazed at the wound upon his shoulder--a wound
that held a set of perfectly imprinted teeth marks.
The comforter soon went flying across the room, snapped
abruptly and with abandon from its moorings upon Kaiba�s bed. Another wound, identical to the one on his
neck, was marked on the inside of his thigh, just above his femoral artery.
�N-spanspan style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It�s
impossible! NO!�
Several heartbeats passed before Seto Kaiba began to
shiver, tremors wracking his body.
Goosebumps marched their way up and down his arms and chest and he
wrapped his arms around himself, trying futilely to become warm. The tremors stopped when a dark chuckle wound
its way through his room, wrapping him in a blanket of maliciousness and
hatred. Sadistic amusement laced its
tone, cruel and twisting as it filled his bedroom.
�It�s time to become a sacrifice to my Darkness, lamb�.�
~ * ~
�Now wake up, my silent
girl
Take to flight, like a
foolish angel
Sing me your fantasy
Sing, la la la�.�
--�fiction� - Yuki Kajiura
~ * ~
�Yami�.?� Hanketsu asked, crimson eyes wide as he stared
down at the small child that stood before him.
The boy smiled back, eyes that were once innocent now dulling with
experience and too many disappointments.
�Yes, Yami,� the boy responded. He turned away from the angel, staring off
into the far distance with contemplative eyes.
His smile turned sad and just a tad bit brittle. �After all, doesn�t each element always need
an opposite counterpart? The Dark needs
the Light. And the Light needs the
Dark. Kami once told me that before He
named me Hikari. He said that I was the
brightest Light out of all of His creations.
Many years ago, He said that He loved me the best.�
Hanketsu took a small step backwards, surprise and shock
flitting across his face like quicksilver.
�Who are you? How can you
speak of Kami in such a way, as if you know Him?� he asked in a hushed voice,
eyes widening until white could be seen all around his wine-red irises.
The child spun on his heel, turning so that he once again
faced the angel. He dimpled, eyes
crinkling in dark amusement. �I do
know, Yami. Once upon a time, Kami said
that I was His brightest star. He said
that I was His most treasured creation, loved above all of the rest. Once upon a time, I was Kami�s favorite and
was second to none. But then He created
Darkness and I was� no more.�
�But� then that would mean that you are� that you are��
�The angel that was once known as Hikari�. And is now known as the Fallen. Yes, Yami,� Hikari smiled sadly. Wings slowly came into view, obsidian black
and as textured as richly made velvet. �I
came to you because I wanted to know if any of His creations still believed in
miracles. I wanted to know if it was
possible for the lamb to ever lie with the lion and never fear for its life; I
wanted to know if it was possible for black wings to eventually lighten until
they once again become as white as snow.
I realize now, though, that miracles are no longer possible in this
world--we all just fade away over time, becoming sacrifices for the
Darkness. For Yami.�
Still smiling that sad, sweet smile at Hanketsu, he
turned again and began to slowly walk away until he was nothing more than a
black speck upon the horizon.
�Miracles are still possible; all you have to do is believe
in them,� Hanketsu murmured to himself before he finally faded away from
Almost-Eden, and finally returned to his home high above the world. The only evidence of his existence that was
left after his departure was a long, white feather, as soft as goose down.
And Almost-Eden was allowed to continue on.
* * *
�F'>�Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
She beckons me shall I
give in
Upon my end shall I begin
Forsaking all I�ve fallen
for I rise to meet the end�
--�Whisper� - Evanescence
* * *
It was such a perfect, flawless night--perfect for
hunting; prowling, cat-quiet feet upon the floor. Moving from shadow to shadow with a grace
that few could ever hope to meet. A
feline�s movements, a hunter of the night.
The hunter shimmered, caught in a stray moonbeam, and then was gone.
�
The Lion smiled, purring at all the little Lambs that had
lined up to be sacrifices to the Darkness.
Burgundy-violet eyes glowed eerily in the twilight of the predawn. The sun finally rose above the horizon,
breaking through the charcoal clouds, crimson as blood in the pale blue sky.
And the Lion laughed and laughed and laughed�.

~Owari~
.:End:.
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