See, told ya they'd be quick :)

So, who wants to see a snog this chapter? Yeeeaah that's what I thought.

Do I have to say I dont own it, yet again? Well, I shall just incase: UN-OWNAGE! shufles off

KILL HIM? HOW?

He drew his sword again and I mimicked him perfectly, reflecting his every move. He struck, I struck; he sliced, I sliced. No matter what weapon he pulled out, I had the same. I was, after all, his shadow.

"How did you get here?" Link panted in between strikes.

"If I told you, I would have to kill you. Turns out I'm going to do that anyway."

"Not if I can help it!"

Dodge, strike, the clang of steel on steel, shield hitting shield.

"Ah, but that's the thing – you can't help it. Everything you do, I do, or had you not noticed?"

Duck, weave, strike, block. The battle was moving fast and he was beginning to tire, I could sense it. He didn't respond, the effort of our battle was too much and talk was distracting him. Poor Link, he couldn't carry on forever, he knew that, but he couldn't give up either. Well, it would have to end eventually.

We fought for what seemed like hours, Link growing ever more tired. I was only just getting started. As his strikes grew slower and weaker, I grew faster and stronger, feeding off his lack of energy. He was powerless against me.

My chance came soon after he stumbled. I let one little trip pass me by, letting him assume I hadn't seen it. But I was watching. I was waiting for the opportune moment to destroy him and renew my glory. Just one strike was all it would take for me to be, once again, the most feared demon throughout the land. I would work by Ganondorf's side and all would flee at the sight of us. Oh, how brilliant it would be!

But a sudden thought occurred to me: What was to stop the Evil King from deceiving me? No, he wouldn't dare double-cross a demon as powerful as me... Would he? He was evil, I suppose, and no one who claimed to be on the dark side could ever be trusted, even if you were fighting together. Something clicked in my mind and I realised my mistake. I had fallen into a trap! His promise meant nothing - not to him, nor to me, nor to the fate of Hyrule. He was using me to get what he wanted, with no intention of reward! Ganondorf was cunning, he planned the whole thing out, the rotten swine! In fact, he was so devious, he would have been welcomed with open arms into our realm – he would make a brilliant demon. But Ganondorf had brought about this own end. I had followed his orders with my own greedy intentions, without even stopping to read between the lines. What a fool I was! But then again, there was another way to reclaim my glory…

Spurred on by my sudden anger, I roared and struck with more ferocity, driving my opponent further and further back. I could feel him slow down even more, his arms weakening at the strength of my blows.

Link screamed, staggering.

I had him. I finally had him! I pushed him roughly and pinned him to the floor, holding him down with all my weight, my black sword at his throat, red eyes reflecting in the beads of sweat on his brow. His dirty tunic had a large slash through the middle, and blood was slowly dripping from the wound, spilling down his side and into the water below.

"Was I too much for you? Oh, so sorry."

I pushed the sword against his neck harder, watching greedily as it made a shallow slice in his flesh, a bright red line contrasting with the paleness of his skin. A bead of blood ran down the blade, dripping across my shadowy hand and onto the dirty white collar of his tunic. He struggled against my grip, but I just pressed harder. Soon he gave up and I had total control of our situation.

"So, Link," I spat, "What's it like being the hero? The one everyone loves? To know your name will be remembered throughout time for saving the land from evil?"

His answer was a choking cough. I laughed in his face and carried on.

"You can have everything you want, 'Hero of Time'. You ask for anything and it will be brought to you. Every order you make will be carried out. Your name will be spoken in every household, and you will be remembered for the way you saved Hyrule. That is eternal glory; that is what I was promised. But Ganondorf lied! And I was a fool to believe him – him and all his pathetic, fake promises."

His eyes widened and he looked horrified. It seemed as though he wanted to say something, so I let the pressure of my blade ease off a little.

"You … don't deserve e-eternal glory. You're… you're evil!" he gasped angrily.

I laughed manically and gave him my darkest grin yet.

"Well, yes, I'll give you that. But I am also powerful. If I want something, I will have it, whatever the cost."

His eyes narrowed fiercely and he struggled against my grip again. I leant forward and pushed in my blade further, crushing his lungs with my weight. More blood dripped onto his tunic, the perfect circles spilling through the cloth and joining together.

"I… can't breathe…" he whispered.

I smiled, full of sarcastic pity. This … boy, was the reason I was called back from my forgotten depths. If it weren't for him, I would not be here, fighting for my memory. He was the reason I would finally be recognised.

I needed a way to get close to him, to be connected in more ways than one. I needed to become him to be recognised, I realised that now. Ganondorf's promises were merely words and he would banish me back to the emptiness as soon as I returned to him. But if I joined with Link, if I became Link, then I would have the glory I deserved. But to do that I needed to get him to open his mind, to make him forget everything and just spill out his emotions so I could invade without him even knowing, otherwise his mind would never accept me.

I thought for a moment. I could hurt him and move in on his fear, but no, that wasn't strong enough. Besides, he was too beautiful to hurt to the extent I needed. No, I couldn't to that. There had to be another way. I needed much more than just one emotion – I had to have a whole heap of confusion to move in. I felt the muscles in his arm tense as he scrabbled for his sword.

"No, no, no, not on my watch you don't."

I dropped my own sword and grabbed his neck in my iron grip, holding his left arm down with my other hand and his right arm with my knee. And suddenly I saw him in a whole new light.

His hair seemed more golden, his eyes more blue and bright, and his frame stronger. I looked deeply at his features, taking in every line and every scar, every default and every perfection. I lifted my hand and brushed a loose lock of golden hair away from his eyes. This is what I had to become.

I leaned in closer until we were almost breathing the same air and ran my fingers gently along his jaw line, fingering the white scars. He tried to shake me off but I held him firm.

"Get off! What are you doing?" he choked.

I could feel his heart pounding just centimetres below me, and smiled. I reached out with my mind and swamped his, taking over but not becoming. I could feel the stinging pain of the cuts on his face, the crushing weight on his lungs and the dull, throbbing ache of the gash in his stomach. I could hear his angry thoughts bubbling beneath the surface, and I knew I had him in my grasp then, I knew I could control him with ease. But all I had was control; I wasn't a part of him yet.

"I will become you, Link," I whispered softly. "I am you, and you are me. Together unbeatable."

I touched my lips to his lightly, just once, quickly. I leant in again – there was a momentary resistance and I felt his surprise, but my control over his mind was too great. I was a demon, and he was helpless to my power. There was nothing he could do about it.

I kissed him again, and this time he gave in. There, that had done it. A vulnerable open mind and a heap of mixed emotions – brilliant, I must say. I channelled my power into our kiss and focused on the onslaught of his confusion, barging my way in. I sourced out a part of him I could inhabit virtually undetected, and found one. I poured my essence in there, ingrained it into the workings of his mind and settled in. I blended into his feelings perfectly, and in all its shock, his mind didn't even notice.

If he knew that he had just gained another identity, which I doubted very much, he certainly didn't show it. His lips were soft and I felt his body relax beneath me. As the kiss became deeper he pulled his arm out from under my knee and I felt his surprisingly soft hands exploring my face, my neck, my back. He smelled of the forest and I breathed in deeply. He was innocent and beautiful, and he was mine. I drew my power away slightly, just to make sure I was having an effect. He didn't slow, and it left me puzzled. I pulled away in surprise but he grabbed my collar and drew me in closer. Well, in all that time I had to follow him, I never suspected this! It was black on green, evil on good, dark on light, merged into one.

I had never used my power in this way before, to get into somebody's mind like this. I usually used violence, but now I knew that there was a much better way. He was totally wrapped around my finger, entirely under my control. He would do whatever I wanted him to with absolutely no objection. It seemed like he didn't need my instruction though. His fingers travelled through my black hair, pulling my hat down and dropping it into the water. He held my face in his hands carefully, like a precious ancient artefact, and his lips caressed mine so gently.

So, my power really was too much for him. He would be helpless against Ganondorf and his might. If one little, well maybe notlittle, kiss could make him so amazingly open and vulnerable, how on earth would he cope against something even as harmless as Morpha?

"Link!"

We heard Navi's high-pitched squeal but paid her no attention. She seemed to have woken up at last. Damn, I had forgotten about her. Link produced a muffled groan and something that sounded like "leave me alone," but I could sense a change. She hadn't only woken up herself, but she had woken Link up to the dangerous position he was in. He wasn't as relaxed, his hands and lips weren't as gentle. He had realised that if I wooed him enough, he would be mine at last, mine for the taking (or killing). He didn't know, however, that the damage had already been done. We were the same person, just two different bodies. I could kill him now and still be him, but how could I destroy something so perfect?

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