Yami Vs Emo Joker

Yami vs. Emo Joker

A dim, gray mist loomed over the battlefield. Everything lacked color, as if life had been drained from it. The trees were lifeless, the ground cracked, and the sky hung motionless, a dull shade of gray.

Yami stood at the center of this bleak world, arms crossed, eyes narrowed.

Across from him, Emo Joker slouched lazily, dressed in all-black attire. His purple-tinted hair fell over his face, and his eyes were shadowed with exhaustion. His expression was empty, hollow, as if he had long given up on everything.

He sighed. "What's the point?"

Yami raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"

Joker exhaled again, long and dramatic. "Everything is meaningless. No matter what you do, the outcome never changes."

Yami scoffed. "Tch. So I get stuck with the most pathetic version of you?"

Emo Joker didn't react. He simply slouched further. "You don't get it. You're just playing a game you can't win."

Yami's fingers twitched. This guy was already pissing him off.

"Alright, enough of this mopey crap." He cracked his knuckles. "Let's just fight already."

Emo Joker barely moved. "What's the point of fighting? You'll win, I'll lose. Or maybe I'll win, and you'll lose. Either way, we both fade away in the end."

A wave of oppressive energy surged through the air. Yami felt a weight press down on his body, like he was sinking into the ground.

He clenched his jaw. This wasn't normal pressure.

It was… apathy.

A creeping, heavy force that sapped his will to fight.

Yami's breathing slowed. His mind clouded. Why was he even here? Why was he following Ryuta? Why was he fighting Joker?

Would anything really change?

"See?" Joker muttered, his voice like a dull whisper in the wind. "You're already feeling it."

Yami's hands twitched. He felt sluggish, unmotivated. His body wanted to stop moving, his mind wanted to rest. No. Not wanted—needed.

Joker sighed again. "Fighting is exhausting. Just give up."

A deep growl rumbled in Yami's throat.

"Shut up."

His aura flared for a moment, but it flickered like a dying candle.

Joker tilted his head, his dull eyes staring deep into Yami's. "Why do you even follow Ryuta?"

Yami's expression twitched.

"Tch. What kind of stupid question is that?"

"You hate it, don't you?" Joker continued, his voice dripping with cold, emotionless curiosity. "Following someone else's leadership. Being dragged into battles you never wanted. Carrying a weight that isn't yours."

Yami's grip tightened. "Shut. Up."

Joker took a lazy step forward. "You think you're strong, but all you do is follow orders."

He took another step.

"Just like everyone else."

Another step.

"You're just a pawn in someone else's story."

Yami's vision blurred for a moment. The weight of Joker's words clashed with the creeping numbness in his body. His knees felt weak.

Then—he growled.

His Devil Tarot power erupted, shaking the ground beneath him. His crimson aura flared wildly, pushing back the fog surrounding him.

"You're really getting on my nerves," Yami snarled. His hand clenched into a fist. "You think you know me? You think you can get into my head? Let me make one thing clear—"

Joker blinked, unfazed.

"I don't follow anyone. I do what I want, when I want."

A crimson chain lashed out from Yami's hand, ripping through the air toward Joker.

Joker barely tilted his head to the side, letting the attack pass him. "And yet, here you are. Fighting because Ryuta wants you to."

Yami vanished.

He appeared behind Joker in an instant, fist crackling with dark energy. He swung.

Joker caught the punch with one hand.

Yami's eyes widened for half a second.

Joker looked down at their locked hands. "Why bother?"

Then—he squeezed.

Yami felt a sudden crush of pressure, like his entire body was being wrapped in unbreakable chains.

The fog around them darkened. The weight returned, heavier than before. Yami's body trembled.

Joker leaned in slightly, whispering. "This is your truth. You're just a shadow, following the path of someone else. You hate it, but you don't stop it. Because deep down, you're scared of what happens if you walk alone."

Yami gritted his teeth. "I said..."

A pulse of energy built around him. His Tarot aura flickered dangerously.

"SHUT. UP!"

BOOM!

A crimson explosion blasted Joker backward, forcing him to skid across the cracked ground. The fog cleared in an instant.

Yami straightened up, rolling his shoulders. His crimson chains rattled in the air, glowing with raw power.

Joker exhaled. "Huh. That's new."

Yami charged.

This time, he was faster. His chains lashed out, striking with deadly precision. Joker dodged effortlessly, but Yami was already predicting his movements.

Left. Right. Low dodge. Spin.

There.

Yami adjusted his strike mid-motion, whipping a chain around Joker's ankle and yanking hard.

CRACK! Joker hit the ground, hard.

Yami wasn't done. He leapt, spinning in the air before slamming his foot straight into Joker's face, sending him flying.

Joker crashed into a twisted, leafless tree, breaking it on impact.

Yami landed, breathing heavily. His red eyes glowed in the dull darkness.

Joker slowly sat up, rubbing his jaw. "Tch." He sighed again. "That actually hurt."

Yami rolled his neck, smirking. "Yeah? Good."

Joker's expression shifted slightly—for the first time, there was a flicker of something other than apathy.

Amusement.

He wiped some blood from his lip, his dull eyes staring at Yami with quiet intrigue.

Yami crossed his arms. "Still think this fight is pointless?"

Joker exhaled, but this time, it wasn't as slow. "Not really."

A pause. Then Joker grinned slightly.

"For once... I might actually try."

The air around them twisted. The fog swirled violently.

Joker cracked his knuckles. His slouched posture straightened slightly. His grin widened.

And then—he vanished.

Yami's eyes widened.

"Oh, sh—"

Joker appeared behind him.

A black shockwave tore through the battlefield.

He wiped blood from his mouth, glaring at the newly energized Joker standing across from him.

The change was instant.

The lifeless, dull Joker was gone.

In his place was a smirking menace, his dark aura twisting around him like a storm. His posture was no longer slouched—he stood tall, his fingers twitching with excitement.

Yami gritted his teeth. What the hell just happened?

"Tch. What's with that look?" Joker tilted his head. "You woke me up. That's what you wanted, right?"

Yami's hands tensed into fists. "No. I just wanted to shut your emo whining up."

Joker grinned wider. "And you did! Congrats. But now..."

His form flickered—and then he was gone.

Yami's instincts screamed. He spun—

Too late.

BAM!

A fist slammed into his gut, knocking the wind out of him. Yami's body folded, and before he could react—

CRACK!

A knee smashed into his face, sending him flying. He crashed into the deadened ground, rolling violently before digging his fingers into the dirt to stop himself.

His vision blurred for a second.

Joker sighed dramatically. "C'mon. You were so full of energy earlier. Don't tell me that was your limit?"

Yami snarled. "You talk too much."

He wiped blood from his lip, then vanished.

Joker's eyes flickered with interest.

"Finally."

The two collided mid-air, fists clashing in a flurry of blows.

Each strike sent out shockwaves, shaking the gray, lifeless battlefield. Yami's crimson chains lashed out violently, wrapping around Joker's arms—

Only for Joker to twist his body, slipping through them like smoke.

Yami clicked his tongue.

He's faster now.

A black-tinged fist swung toward him. Yami ducked, then retaliated with an uppercut, aiming for Joker's jaw—

Joker grinned.

His body flickered—Yami's fist passed through him.

His heart skipped a beat.

An afterimage?!

Before he could react—

BAM!

Joker's elbow crashed into the back of his skull, sending him spiraling downward.

CRASH!

A small crater formed as Yami's body slammed into the ground. Dust and debris shot up into the air.

His head pounded. His vision flickered between darkness and light.

Joker floated above, arms crossed. "Come on, Devil Boy. Is this really all you've got?"

Yami lay motionless in the crater.

Joker's grin wavered slightly.

"Oi." He squinted. "Don't tell me that actually—"

FWIP.

Joker's eyes widened.

A crimson chain shot out of the dust cloud—fast.

Before he could dodge—

SHING!

It wrapped around his neck.

Tightly.

Joker gagged, his hands instinctively reaching up—

More chains erupted from the ground, wrapping around his arms, legs, and torso in an instant.

Yami stood up from the crater, blood dripping from his forehead.

But his grin was wide.

"Got you, you bastard."

Joker choked out a laugh. "H-Heh... so you were faking?"

Yami yanked the chains hard.

CRACK!

Joker's body slammed into the ground, shaking the battlefield.

Yami exhaled, wiping his mouth. "You move too fast. Thought I'd slow you down a bit."

Joker grinned weakly, despite the chains tightening around him.

"I'll admit... that was good."

Then—his aura flared.

Yami's eyes widened.

The chains began breaking.

Joker sat up slowly, snapping each one with minimal effort.

Yami clicked his tongue. "Tch. You've gotta be kidding me."

Joker stretched his neck. "You're strong, but you're holding back."

Yami stiffened.

Joker's smile widened. "You don't want to admit it, but you're afraid."

Yami's hands tightened into fists.

"Shut up."

Joker smirked. "You hate following Ryuta, but you also hate walking alone. That's your problem, isn't it?"

Yami rushed forward.

Joker laughed.

The ground cracked beneath Yami's feet, veins of crimson light spreading through the battlefield. His breath was heavy, his body battered—but his eyes burned with something raw.

Joker smirked, brushing the dust off his shoulder. "Come on, Devil Boy. You're losing your touch."

Yami exhaled slowly.

Then—

A pulse of power erupted from him.

BOOM!

The air trembled. The battlefield shook.

Joker's smirk vanished. His eyes widened slightly.

"What... is this?"

Behind Yami, a massive tarot card appeared, floating in the air.

The Devil Arcana.

Its imagery loomed over the battlefield—an imposing figure wrapped in chains, its presence suffocating. Dark, red energy swirled around it, twisting into fiery tendrils.

Yami's entire body ignited with this crimson aura. His eyes glowed red, his hair rising slightly from the raw energy surging through him.

A deep, menacing growl rumbled from him.

Joker staggered back slightly. "Tch. So you've been holding back after all."

Yami grinned—a twisted, fanged smirk.

Without another word, he raised his arm.

The air distorted.

A massive, blood-red greatsword manifested in his grip, its blade buzzing with raw energy.

"Devil's Judgment."

The moment the name left his lips—

He moved.

FAWOOSH!

Joker barely saw it.

Yami vanished—

Then reappeared inches from his face.

His eyes burned.

His blade descended.

Joker had only one thought.

—Too fast.

CRASH!

The battlefield erupted in a crimson explosion, a shockwave tearing through the ground as Yami's blade met Joker's defense.

CRACK!

Joker's arms buckled under the force of Yami's blade. The weight behind it wasn't just strength—it was overwhelming power, the embodiment of The Devil Tarot.

"Tch—" Joker gritted his teeth, his smirk faltering for the first time.

Yami pushed forward, his greatsword pressing against Joker's desperate defense. Sparks flew as the blade carved through the air, forcing Joker back inch by inch.

The battlefield trembled under the weight of their clash.

"You can't win." Joker muttered, his voice almost a whisper.

Yami's eyes narrowed.

He hated this Joker the most—the one who drowned in his own self-pity, emptiness, and despair.

"Shut up." Yami's voice was a low growl.

"I don't need your excuses."

With a surge of power, he twisted his sword and swung with all his might.

SLASH!

Joker's body tore apart—but instead of blood, he shattered into countless toy balls, scattering in all directions.

Red. Blue. Green. Yellow. Purple.

A rainbow of tiny spheres filled the battlefield, bouncing wildly before rolling to a stop.

Silence.

Yami stood there, chest rising and falling heavily. His blade still hummed with residual energy, its red glow flickering.

He exhaled sharply.

"Annoying clown." He muttered, kicking one of the toy balls aside.

his fight was over.