Ultra Special Blah Blah Number Two: I don't own Yu-gi-oh! or Linkin Park. Reviews make smiles and I hope you guys still like this as the creepiness fades some for a few chapters.

Mission-

Ryou stared bleary eyed at the wall, trying to ignore the pounding in his head.

"Get up."

And the voice. Almost forgot the voice. Breathing a heavy sigh, he rolled over- and onto the floor. "Another perfect day," he thought dully. On al fours, he crawled over to his bookshelf and pried the thick "Demons and Summoners; The Darkness Prevails" from it's placed jammed amongst the wicca books.

Flipping casually to the section of The Demon, marked by a coke stained napkin, he tuned out the intense feeling of someone else in the room. His headache had definitely dealt a severe blow ot his personality, as such anomalies usually do.

"The Demon has many names, and many forms. Nothing is known to be actually true about this Demon, but there are numerous accounts found of successful summonings of the Demon. For example, in the summer of 1346, we found the written description by a middle-aged blacksmith in Ireland who reportedly found a series of scrolls describing the ceremony. Following through the steps, he lists each moment in the process with increasing detail, up until an evident and rapid descent into insanity.

'After the ceremony, I could see no effect. But slowly it came to my attention, a knock on the door, a man that looked much like me, but fierce,demonic. a face in the mirror.'

'I felt an overwhelming headache in the morning. Even now, a harsh voice accompanies my thoughts, invading my soul. What horrors have I brought upon myself?'

From there it becomes less and less understandable and harder to read. The writings grow scrawling and forced, as though he is being physically harmed in their. Also is documented within a diary the case of a young girl in China- during 1508"

Ryou slammed shut the book, rubbing his ill eyes. "This volume will lend me no help," he sighed. He cast his eyes slowly about the room, pausing momentarily on the overwhelming form of the double standing ominously in the corner, exhaled slowly, and stood.

"So I'm up, now what?" the boy said darkly. The figure smirked.

"Feisty. Eat something."

Ryou's skin crawled slowly, alarm bells screaming "UNNATURAL!" For the man's mouth did not move when he spoke. It retained it's silent, tightly pressed smirk. Ryou sighed, deciding it was best to oblige. Buts first, he made a detour out of his room and into the bathroom.

He searched semi-blindly through the cupboard. His vision was still a bit blurred at the edges. With a sigh of relief, his hands settled around the sticker-marked bottle of aspirin. Holding it close to his face,he was able to confirm it by reading the label himself. Ryou shook out three pills, popped them into his mouth, and made his way into the kitchen.

Ryou paused, resting his hands on his hips and glancing back at the brooding figure. It was dressed in his clothes. "Any preferences?" he asked cynically. The man did not grace him with an answer, but the smirk slipped and the blue eyes darkened. Ryou smiled at the powerful feeling of pleasure that coursed through him.

Shrugging nonchalantly, he headed toward the fridge, dug out a carton of eggs, half-gallon of milk and a container of orange juice. He began to cook the meager breakfast.

'You'd think a demon would have something more... demonic, than breakfast on his mind though. It worries me,' Ryou thought to himself as his scrambled eggs hissed and solidified. As his headache faded away to a dull throb, he decided to focus more on being cautious than smart. Besides, smart was not polite. Sister had always told him to be polite when he got like this. She said it was much unlike him. It was unpleasant. And that meant she thought he was pleasant.

The eggs tasted terrific, and were very fluffy. The milk went well with them to counteract the dryness from the salt and the orange juice afterward did excellent to quench his remaining thirst. Ryou smiled, feeling much better. His vision ahd returned again as well. He carefully rinsed off his dishes and put them on top of the black plate. No reminisce of his blood was on it.

"Thank you," the voice hissed gently in his mind. Ryou paused, only now remembering the demon, and glanced in the corner.

He was bathed in sunlight, powerful, summer sunlight, that made his hair glow at the edges and his delicately tanned skin glisten. His angular features seemed almost to belong in the straightedged, too-clean apartment apartment, and the effect of his icy eyes near the blue-sky behind him was amazing. But Ryou's baggy clothes seemed out of place on him, and most disturbingly, the only even slightly demonic feature to him was the manic grin plastered signaturely on his thin, pale lips. He looked human.

"Staring is impolite, Ryou," the voice in his head breathed quietly. Ryou jumped, startled out of his daze, and decided to busy himself doing research on the computer. Maybe find out how to uncommon demons. He made his way importantly toward his computer room.

Unlike the rest of Ryou's apartment, his study was a mess. Left over tests from as long ago as January, a disheveled backpack, an even larger assortment of books, and his computer, placed in the center of a dangerously cluttered desk, were only a few of the rooms occupants. Picking his way without grace to the computer chair, Ryou managed to trip not once, not twice, but three times, before successfully reaching his computer. The Demon sniggered in the back of his mind.

After booting up, the very first thing Ryou did was start up WIndows Media and start his music. He paused as Linkin Park came on shuffle.

"Why does it feel like night today?

Something in here's not right today.

Why am I so uptight today?

Paranoia's all I got left

I don't know what stressed me first

Or how the pressure was fed

But I know just what it feels like

To have a voice in the back of my head

It's like a face that I hold inside

A face that awakes when I close my eyes

A face watches every time I lie

A face that laughs every time I fall

(And watches everything)

So I know that when it's time to sink or swim

That the face inside is hearing me

Right underneath my skin"

Ryou quickly closed out the program. 'Why too familiar...,' he thought numbly. No doubt this was NOT what the band had meant. The voice was now laughing openly.

"All right then, Ryou. Are you done playing? We have work to do," it said softly. Ryou turned in his chair to stare at the man hovering in his study doorway.

"Work?" he echoed hesitantly. The smirk grew in power.

"Work," the Demon assured him. The assurance was NOT very comforting.