Not that dark, mostly psychological actually...
I don't own Yu-gi-oh.
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It never should have happened.
I never should have done it.
So what if I saved the world?
What's the world ever done for me anyway?
I'll make a list:
One - It had me born into the royal family.
Two - It used me to stop the Games of Darkness from covering everything with shadows.
Three - It sealed my soul inside a puzzle.
Oh yes, wasn't _that_ a nice gesture!
I died to save those worthless ingrates, not for any sort of glory or desire to protect.
I just wanted to _die_.
My life was never my own, and I was through with it.
But then I woke up and found myself thousands of miles and years from home.
Since these people seemed nice enough, plus my memories of home had been helpfully _erased_, I agreed to help them out.
And look where's it gotten me.
A dark and empty Soul Room, yet full to the brim with misery and woes, most of which aren't even mine!
You see, Yugi is the 'Yang' of our arrangement.
That means he generates the majority of emotions in here.
A nice emotion, like the feeling of making someone else smile when they're upset for example, those sorts of things stay in _His_ Soul Room.
It's blindingly bright in there, and I swear the glow tries to attack me whenever I go near it.
But, whenever little mister perfect has a naughty emotion, like say, anger at being picked on by someone else, well _that_ can't stay in there now can it?
So I get flooded with all of Yugi's fears, complaints, and angers.
They seem to take a delight in springing when I'm trying to enjoy myself.
Here's something no one else will ever see - me, curled in a corner of this Rah-forsaken maze, in the dark, by _myself_, reliving some emotionally traumatizing moment Yugi had before he solved the Puzzle over and over, in an endless loop.
I have to say it…I think I hate him.
Except I can't.
Why?
Because he can't hate me back.
It's impossible to hate what can't feel hatred itself.
I have to settle for hating the Puzzle.
Or his friends.
Yes, why not?
He's so busy with them anyway, if I was anything else I would have decided he's forgotten I live in his body by now.
I haven't even left my Soul Room for a month, but does he even notice?
Nope.
He's fawning over the rest of his idiot gang, building up credit so they won't just ignore him.
I tried sealing the door over, just to see if there was any effect.
Not even an eye blink.
Maybe, when he's thirty or something, he'll think about me and realize I'm still in here, still watching, still waiting for a new chance at death.
Number 4 on my list - the world made me immortal.
I get to live forever, isn't that fun?
Maybe when the brat dies, I can trick Anubis into taking me instead.
But lo, what could this be?
A thought about me?
And a tap at my door, well what do you know?
He must need me to duel for him, that's the only time he's ever bothered to call me out.
And as much as I'd like to ignore him, I can't.
Except now.
There's this cute little thing about pity and hatred.
Self-pity causes self-hatred.
Hatred literally consumes the hater, destroying them.
As the destruction commences, one feels self-pity over whatever made them feel it in the first place.
That draws out more self-hatred.
And so on and so forth, until you finally die from it.
Now, I can't die, but I'll take the next best thing.
Wasting away in a sea of pain and despair…
...
I don't own Yu-gi-oh.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It never should have happened.
I never should have done it.
So what if I saved the world?
What's the world ever done for me anyway?
I'll make a list:
One - It had me born into the royal family.
Two - It used me to stop the Games of Darkness from covering everything with shadows.
Three - It sealed my soul inside a puzzle.
Oh yes, wasn't _that_ a nice gesture!
I died to save those worthless ingrates, not for any sort of glory or desire to protect.
I just wanted to _die_.
My life was never my own, and I was through with it.
But then I woke up and found myself thousands of miles and years from home.
Since these people seemed nice enough, plus my memories of home had been helpfully _erased_, I agreed to help them out.
And look where's it gotten me.
A dark and empty Soul Room, yet full to the brim with misery and woes, most of which aren't even mine!
You see, Yugi is the 'Yang' of our arrangement.
That means he generates the majority of emotions in here.
A nice emotion, like the feeling of making someone else smile when they're upset for example, those sorts of things stay in _His_ Soul Room.
It's blindingly bright in there, and I swear the glow tries to attack me whenever I go near it.
But, whenever little mister perfect has a naughty emotion, like say, anger at being picked on by someone else, well _that_ can't stay in there now can it?
So I get flooded with all of Yugi's fears, complaints, and angers.
They seem to take a delight in springing when I'm trying to enjoy myself.
Here's something no one else will ever see - me, curled in a corner of this Rah-forsaken maze, in the dark, by _myself_, reliving some emotionally traumatizing moment Yugi had before he solved the Puzzle over and over, in an endless loop.
I have to say it…I think I hate him.
Except I can't.
Why?
Because he can't hate me back.
It's impossible to hate what can't feel hatred itself.
I have to settle for hating the Puzzle.
Or his friends.
Yes, why not?
He's so busy with them anyway, if I was anything else I would have decided he's forgotten I live in his body by now.
I haven't even left my Soul Room for a month, but does he even notice?
Nope.
He's fawning over the rest of his idiot gang, building up credit so they won't just ignore him.
I tried sealing the door over, just to see if there was any effect.
Not even an eye blink.
Maybe, when he's thirty or something, he'll think about me and realize I'm still in here, still watching, still waiting for a new chance at death.
Number 4 on my list - the world made me immortal.
I get to live forever, isn't that fun?
Maybe when the brat dies, I can trick Anubis into taking me instead.
But lo, what could this be?
A thought about me?
And a tap at my door, well what do you know?
He must need me to duel for him, that's the only time he's ever bothered to call me out.
And as much as I'd like to ignore him, I can't.
Except now.
There's this cute little thing about pity and hatred.
Self-pity causes self-hatred.
Hatred literally consumes the hater, destroying them.
As the destruction commences, one feels self-pity over whatever made them feel it in the first place.
That draws out more self-hatred.
And so on and so forth, until you finally die from it.
Now, I can't die, but I'll take the next best thing.
Wasting away in a sea of pain and despair…
...