Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Over the Edge ❯ Over the Edge ( One-Shot )

This was weird to write. Both the Yami and Hikari are a bit… insane here. I wrote this for Loren Leah's Yami Bakura fanfic challenge. This is short, sweet, single-shot story. La-dee-da! Enjoy or something like that. Please review.

Over the Edge

It's happened. After so long of believing I was safe from this fate… I got careless. Snap! Ryou has actually lost it.

I never actually beat him, I couldn't. He could only see me as a phantom in the mortal world, and I was never able to lay a finger on him. The only way I could physically hurt my respected landlord was by taking control of his body, harming it, then forcing Ryou back into control. I tended to do this on occasions when I was upset… which were actually quite often.

Don't get me wrong it's not like I ever seriously injured him, just little things. A cut here, a stab there, nothing big. But that's not the whole reason Ryou lost his mind. No, I believe he couldn't handle having two minds in his head. Drove him crazy.

He once told me, or thought to himself while I was listening, that having me was like having an angel and a demon for a conscience, one on each shoulder whispering in his ears. The catch was that in this case there was only one overpowering voice hissing in his mind, and it was the demon. It was me, his darkness, his yami.

Ryou couldn't live without me though, he would never survive…Or maybe it was the other way around. He probably could live without me, in fact he would probably be overjoyed to do so. Actually the only reason I am still here is because of my stubbornness to be alive. Without Ryou as my host I would be trapped within the ring again with only my thoughts for company.

But I have lost my hold over that young fool. I'm no longer the puppeteer of his mind and body. Ever since I made myself known to Ryou he has been teetering on the edge of madness. The boy finally lost his balance and fell into the dark pit of insanity.

Now he uses my own tricks against me. He knows I don't mind blood so he won't cut himself, instead he'll slam himself into random objects, such as walls, over and over until he is in enough pain that he decides in suitable. This is where I regret ever testing his patience, my so-called light forces me into control of his bruised and battered body and leaves me to endure the hell. I never know he had the willpower to pull off such a stunt.

That's not the worst, if you'll believe it. He claims my presence is why he hates me, and as I said before I believe that is why he went loco. Now Ryou wants me to feel what's it like. Not having a mind of his own, never being in control, the whole demon on his shoulder deal.

He whispers to me when it's quiet, from my shoulder, in my mind, behind my back. He taunts. Everything that has happened is my fault. He hates me, everyone loathes me. He snickers. I feel his sneer. I'm everything bad in his life. I no longer have power or control. I'm nothing.

This twisted relationship started with me in control, Ryou was the anchor, the sane one, the goodness. He changed when his mind slipped. Our roles have reversed. Ryou is no longer the one wishing to be rid of me, but now it's my turn to want to escape and he won't let me free.