Some explanations so you won't be confused:

"Blah-blah" talking

//Blah-blah// thinking

((Blah-blah)) mind link

Disclaimer: No, I still don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!

Chapter 3

Ryou's P.O.V

The first thing I felt was my aching head. And a pain in my left arm. Slowly I opened my eyes. Where was I? I looked around in the darkness. Oh, yes, I was in my bed in my room... but how did end up here? I tried to think about it, what was fairly difficult thanks to my headache. Hmm, I didn't get drunk, did I?

I tried to forget the end-up question and stood up carefully. But not carefully enough, it seemed, because my head was spinning and I sat down again. I massaged my temples, trying to abate both my headache and dizziness. When it was better I stood up again and switched on the light. Holy cow! What happened to my room? It was a purest mess! And, oh my god, was... was that blood? Bewildered I went into the hallway and paused.

As I saw the pool of blood in front of the door, everything came back to my mind. The... the creature... It had been in my apartment. And...

I looked at my left arm and saw a bandage. Everything that had happened... it had been real. At least this... how did it call itself? Demon. At least this demon took care that I didn't bleed to death.

But hadn't it said, that it would `possesś - I shivered- me? No, I must have dreamed at least that, right? After all, I didn't feel `possessed́, however you feel when you are possessed. I mean, I didn't feel different. Except for having a headache, but it's just one of those things.

I attempted to forget the whole possession and demon matter and wanted to take a look at the injury on my arm. After having removed the bandage I saw the deep gash and gasped.

Fuck! That didn't look well. But I didn't want to go to the hospital, because for one thing I hated hospitals, because there are always sick and injured people and the smell there... and for another thing, the doctors would ask how I had get the gash, and I would have to think of a lie. The problem is, I was a very, very bad liar. I always started to sweat and to stammer when I lied, and no one would believe me. Then they would possibly call my father and... I don't know. I just didn't want to go to the hospital. Stop, full stop, finish!

So I went into my bathroom and searched for something helpful in the first-aid kit. Something to disinfect the gash, and a fresh bandage. Before using this, I bathed the gash. The water smarted in the wound. But the disinfection spray was worse. Quickly I wrapped the fresh bandage around my arm and went to the mirror. But what I saw there let me shrink back.

That... that was not me, the reflection. It... it was the demon!

I stared at the mirror with terrified eyes. The demon smirked.

"Nice to meet you again, Ryou", it said, mocking.

I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Aren't you glad to see me again?", it asked.

I shook my head. My body started to tremble.

"Oh, now I'm offended", it said and chuckled. "I told you, what I'd do with you, and it's already done."

I stared at it in disbelief.

"Yes, Ryou. You belong to me now. You are my host, my vessel, my body..."

I shook my head.

"No, no, no...", I muttered.

"Are too. And if you help me, I'll help you, too."

"No, no, no...", I still muttered.

"What? You don't want me to help you? Better think about it. Because, you HAVE TO do what I want and that is for sure."

I only stared at it. What else could I do?

"What if I don't do it?", I asked hesitantly.

"Then you will be punished", it said and a murderous grin spread on its face, telling me `and that will be bad.́

I shivered. Could something like this be real? It seemed so... unreal, but at the same time too real.

"What... what do you want me t-to do?", I asked, stammering.

"Hmm", it began with a somehow satisfied tone of voice, "I'll tell you soon. Besides, you've already helped me unwittingly."

Then the reflection in the mirror blurred and as it was clear again, the demon was gone and I saw my reflection.

It took me a moment to realize, that I was alone, and now I was happy about that. Better alone than in company with that thing.

I looked at my reflection.

"Jesus! What a sight I am?", I burst out, seeing how terrible my appearance was. Blood on my face and in my hair, bloodstained clothes, and I looked as if I was hopped up on drugs.

I went into the living room and consulted a watch. Three in the morning, but wait... Sunday? I was out cold a whole day?! Maybe because of all the loss of blood...

Suddenly I felt very tired and went into my bed, forgetting to wash myself, to change clothes and to take some painkillers. I was just too tired. I'd do it when I wake up.

.........

When I woke up, it was noon. The light hurt in my eyes, my headache was still there and I regretted having nothing eaten the whole Friday. If I had known, that I would be unconscious the whole Saturday, I surely would have eaten something. My stomach growled and it almost hurt. Quickly, I went into my small kitchen and ate a banana and a yoghurt. After that, I remembered, that I had gone to bed before I've washed myself. So I brought some clean clothes and a towel and took a shower.

The hot water, turning red while flowing over my body, felt good. I stood simply there, until the water was cold. Then I went out of the shower and wrapped myself in the towel. When I put on my clothes I remembered the bandage, that was now drenched. I applied a new one and this time I also remembered the painkiller.

Now I felt a bit better and could think about my situation for the first time. I... was possessed by a demon. Okay, I was `onlý its host, vessel, whatsoever, and it did not possess me up to now, did it? Or maybe it did and that was the reason for me being unconscious the whole Saturday. I didn't know and I didn't really want to know. The thought of not having any control over my own body scared me. That was also the reason why I usually did not want to get drunk. Losing control over myself frightened me.

I remembered it saying that I've already helped. When, I asked myself. Well, it had said that I had helped unwittingly, so certainly I did not know I had helped at all.

All that thinking made me feel dizzy and I was going into the living room as I saw the pool of blood on the floor in the hallway. Now I was happy for not having a carpet there. I forgot my dizziness and got a cleaning bucket and a rag to mop up the red liquid.

I hated the smell of blood. It smelled like metal and made me feel sick to my stomach.

I was happy as the floor was finally clean. It had been difficult with my injured arm to do it, but I had managed it. Pooh!

Just as I wanted to put the cleaning bucket and rag away I saw something reflecting the light. The pocket knife. Remembering how the demon rammed it into my arm sent cold shivers down my spine. I grabbed it quickly, cleaned it and put it into the first drawer of the dresser in my bedroom. Weary, I slumped on my bed. The recent events wore me out. I closed my eyes to take a nap.

((You're so weak)), I heard somebody say.

My eyes flew open. I looked around. Nobody to see. Then I heard a chuckle.

"Who's there?", I asked.

((It's me, you moron)) I didn't get it. ((The demon))

My eyes widened.

"Wh-Where are you?", I asked, frightened and stood up.

It laughed. ((Didn't I told you, you were my vessel? Where do you THINK I am?))

I wrinkled my forehead. I had no idea. What did I know about possession?

The demon sighed. ((I am YOU now. YOU are ME. We are one and the same. I'm everywhere in you. But, let's say I'm in your head. Do you understand now?))

I nodded timid. I felt really silly as I stood there and was talking to myself. Well, technically I was talking to the demon, but if it was true and I was it and it was me, then I was talking to myself. Savvy? Neither have I.

((Anyway)), it continued, ((You wanted to know, what I need your help for, didn't you?))

I merely nodded again.

"Well...", it said and suddenly it stood in front of me. Terrified, I backed off. It looked not like it had looked the night on the graveyard. Back then it had looked like a human, now it looked like a human, too, but... transparent. And it wore the same clothes like I wore.

"Do you know, what this is?", the demon asked and reached under its shirt. He brought out something golden and gleaming, something... familiar.

"Where did you get that?!", I exclaimed. It only laughed. "It belonged to Amane, my sister!", I continued. "She's dead, since eight years!"

He sneered. "That's true. And I borrowed it."

"It... had been in her grave...", I said shakily. How could that thing...? "It meant the world to her..."

"Same here."

I couldn't believe what I saw. The demon held my sisters most precious artifact in its hands. The Millenium Ring. Back then we had lived in England, she had got it from our father, just one month before she and my mother died. She had loved it so much. We decided that she should take it to her grave.

And now... now it was in the hands of such a horrible creature. I fell into a rage and clenched my fists at my side. How could that thing dare to touch the grave of my sister?

"I didn't touch it, I swear", the demon said, smirking.

What? Could that creature read my mind? Impossible.

"No, it's not impossible", it said. "I can hear every thought of yours. If you knew how, you could block me out, but you don't know, so you can't." It laughed.

I was still furious. What did it mean as it said, that it had NOT touched the grave of my sister.

"Well, you have to know, the Millenium ring and I, we have a connection. It can find me everywhere and vice versa. The ring never belonged to anyone but me. Your sister... was just a piece in something supernatural. Something you mortals can't understand."

Normal P.O.V

Ryou could no longer contain himself. He dashed at the demon and wanted to beat it for saying such things, but he grasped at nothing.

The demon chuckled. "I'm amorphous, you know. Since I have your body, I don't need one of my own."

Ryou clenched his teeth. He tried it again, but he once more grasped at nothing.

"I see, you want to hurt me. You can't, but I can. And I think it's time to show you WHAT I can, as you seem not to know."

The demon dashed at Ryou and, with a gasp of the boy, it disappeared in him. Stunned, he stared down to his stomach as a pain went through him. He fell to his knees, his head bent forward and he hold his stomach. It felt as if something wanted to rip him apart. Ryou screamed with pain. Blood dripped out of his mouth and he collapsed to the ground. His body twitched. Then, the pain eased and Ryou struggled to his feet.

((Now, how was that?)), the demon asked from inside of Ryou's mind.

Ryou breathed heavily and fitfully.

((Where was I? Oh yeah, a piece in something supernatural. Every piece was there to lead me to you in the end.))

"Why-", Ryou coughed, spitting some blood, "Why me?"

((Because)), it began, smirking, ((You are my reincarnation.))

"I am what?!"

((My reincarnation)), repeated the demon irritated. ((And I need you, to achieve my aim.))

No, this could not be true, could it? Ryou the reincarnation of such a monster?

((I knew she had to be related to you, because all the others that had worn the ring before her died at the moment they touched the ring. She braved it longer. So she had to be related to you, because you are the only one who won't die touching that ring. And it took me years to find you since you changed residence so often....))

"You mean, she died because of the... ring?", Ryou asked unbelieving.

((Yes.))

"But... she died in a traffic accident. Altogether with my mum."

((Then destiny decided, that she should die that way. But she had to die, somehow.))

"But why my mum then?!", Ryou screamed.

((Maybe she was at the wrong time at the wrong place?)), the demon asked grinning.

Ryou gasped. He had never thought that any creature on earth could say something cruel like this. A tear formed in the corner of his eye.

"Your aim... what is it?", Ryou asked. If his mother and sister had had to die because of the ring, then he wanted to know what for.

((Do you know the some of the legends around the Millenium items?)), the demon asked.

Ryou nodded, but said nothing, so the demon continued.

((To answer your question, I'll tell you some background information.))

In the next chapter, you'll hear "the demon"s story and don't worry, Ryou will finally ask "the demon" for its name, but I think it's obvious who that demon is, isn't it?

Thanks for reading, don't forget to review!

~Crystal of Moonlight~