This was wrong.

It was so, so wrong.

The touches, the whispers, the kisses (always stolen. Always)

He knew it. He knew it, he knew it, he knew it.

He had been taken prisoner in his own body. Held captive by an ancient evil, for so long. Soon he grew to accept that he could never escape it. The ring always returned. Always. So he stopped trying to destroy it. So he started trying to protect it. Protecting his slavery, he was always most happy that way.

His tenant wasn't that bad. He could be gentle…couldn't he?

No. Nononono. This was wrong.

His spirit was insane.

Vengeful.

Manipulative.

Beautiful.

A manic.

The spirit was going to kill Yugi. He knew it. Yet he still tried to pretend.

"He's changed Yugi-kun. He promised,"

His friends (They were his friends, despite what the spirit may say) chalked it up to his oblivious. Unaware that it was self induced.

I couldn't stop it because I didn't know. His mantra, he would repeat it over again.

The spirit took over his body?

I couldn't stop it because I didn't know.

The spirit sent another soul to the shadow realm?

I couldn't stop it because I didn't know.

He said this to himself over and over again.

He will tell himself anything as long as the voice would promise to stay forever.

("And ever and ever?")

His spirit didn't care about him.

Not like love, anyways.

The spirit cared in the way a parasite cares for its host.

Only temporarily.

He knew this. He knew the spirit didn't love him and yet –

As he stare up at the ceiling late at night.

He could almost pretend.

A/N First story ever. Not the most original, I know. Feedback would be really nice! Be gentle, okay?