Hey, boys and girls! I'm back, here to deliver another segment of Cringe. To see my disclaimer, go to chapter 1, because that is where it lives. Um, if you wouldn't mind, maybe you'd like to leave a review…they're always helpful. If you have any questions regarding this or any other chapter, just ask. I'd love to answer. Most likely I'll put the answer on my profile. Anyway, please enjoy story number two.
Mine: The Literally Nameless Spirit Defines Himself
This boy belongs to me.
Seeing as I'm only part of Zorc, I am separate from him. Only part of him. I'm practically a being. Yes, that's what I am. I'm a spirit that was created using a piece of Zorc's person. So I am him, and at the same time I am someone else. Heh, I can live with that.
And then there's this boy. He is the one chosen to bear the Millennium Ring, what contains me. I am a part of him in a different way that I am a part of Zorc; we share the same body, the same mind…not the same soul. He is my host.
But it isn't just that. This boy is my property; he has been for three thousand years. Because I acquired ownership of him in a life before this one. That moron thought he was strong enough to contain me, but that priest was really the only human capable of actually keeping me at bay. The only reason he could defeat the priest the first time was because he was smarter. But anyway, the reason he was meant to hold the Ring is because he belongs to the spirit inside it. Me. Mine.
This boy…
This boy who keeps defying me, when he himself chose to be my slave. I guess the first few times can be forgiven, because how could he remember something that happened before he was born? I'm not even sure if he was aware of it the first time. But even without those memories, he must have learned by now that he is my property, and must obey my every command whether he wants to or not. Why doesn't he get it?
It can't be because he's stupid, because he isn't. Maybe a bit stubborn at times, but definitely not stupid.
Actually it's quite possible that all these years have lowered his intelligence. His personality did undergo some minor changes, after all. But that also could be due to the environment he grew up in. It's very different from last time.
Whatever the case, I own him.
And I really wish his stupid friends would stop calling me his.
Yes, usually call me the spirit of the Ring, but I'll hear the occasional "Bakura's darkness" or "Bakura's other half." Referring to me as if I only exist because he does! Yami Bakura? Ha! I'm a product of Zorc, not this pathetic human.
Although up until recently I did think I was.
That is, I didn't realize Zorc was my creator. Well, I knew, I just didn't quite understand what I was.
I knew what I was, I just didn't know what I was doing.
No, I knew what I was doing. Just didn't know why.
Maybe they're right. I mean, I was created to manipulate this boy; I can't function without the use of his body; maybe I really am his "darkness." Maybe I am his. But that can't be true, because at the same time he is doing what I make him. And I am doing what Zorc makes me.
So I am simultaneously the servant and the master of this boy. More so the master, barely the servant. I am him, I am myself, and I am Zorc. That works for me.
Back to my original point, Bakura, be it his given name or his surname, is mine. And no matter how hard he or his loved ones try, it will always be this way.
I am the fucking darkness.
