Title: Mind Games
Author: Doubleplusgoodduckspeaker
Summary: I am forever. Would you like to play a game?
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Notes: The spirit of the Ring is rather psychotic in this. He's the one talking, in case you don't pick up on it right away. Enjoy this strange piece while I try and finish my Rivalshipping for the Contest.
You had absolutely no idea what you were getting yourself into.
It looked innocent enough, like jewelry. Some people say that every piece of jewelry has a story. That you can trace that story back to the person who made it. But how could you have known the story of the Ring before it landed at your doorstep? That this was more than a simple Ancient Egyptian artifact?
It was much more. The story surrounding the Millennium Ring is not for children's bedtime stories.
Nightmares.
The night is called so because of the absence of light. And in the darkness, that is where I am. Too late, you discovered that not only did you receive the Ring, you got me as well.
Just one touch doomed you.
Surprised? Scared?
You should be.
You've seen a mere taste of what I can accomplish. That's right, landlord. But wasn't this what you wanted? You like playing games. You should be happy. Those were your friends…now you can play games with your friends forever.
I am forever. Would you like to play a game?
I'm sure you can pick up the rules fairly quickly. I'll be patient, for now.
How rude. Instead of hearing me out, you turned and ran from me, and escaped from the room where I'm positive there wasn't a door before. How interesting. Maybe you're stronger than I gave you credit for. But in your escape, this means that you are truly abandoning this part of your soul to me, to the darkness…
These accommodations are more than acceptable. All the same, I want to see yours next.
Your room is separated from my new acquisition by a small hallway, and how disappointing, the door isn't even locked. I step inside. The light is faint, and dwindling. I can't find you, but that doesn't mean I'll stop trying. It's all a part of the game.
I finally turn and there you are, huddled in the darkest corner. Your face is to the wall, I'm not sure you know I'm here yet. I suppose you could have done better in choosing your hiding spot, your last stand so to speak, but you were in a hurry. My fault. I'm not exactly known to play fair.
You're shivering. Is it cold, or is it me? I laugh, and you know, and there is pain written across your face. You know nothing of pain.
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…Yet. For the story of the Ring is a story of pain, and the next chapter will be written about you. My laugh overshadows your scream, and… I win.
I like playing games.
What you have to remember about playing games, Ryou, is that eventually somebody has to win.
The most twisted game of hide-and-seek ever. Since writing Memento, I've become fascinated with the concept of soul rooms, so this is Ryou's. It's interesting I hope, and I apologize for the shortness of this. Please leave a review to share your thoughts!