I gotta say thanks to Shadow Hylian for this one. I totally overlooked personality changes, and so I added this chapter in. Sorry if not a lot happens, but the next chapter should have more going on, if I remember correctly. Thankyou, reviewers (and all who put me on alerts and whatnot)! You're such lovely people -squeezy hugs!- I'm glad you've found one you like, Zfreak -cheesy grin-

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"I SCREWED UP"

Okay, this is how I roll - the quickest, easiest and most entertaining way for a demon such as me to destroy someone, is to:

1. Scare the absolute pants off them

2. Grab their fear and take total control of it, making it so prominent that it overrides all other emotion and thought

3. Laugh manically as they become a bumbling mess and eventually kill themselves (if I don't get to them first) due to their inability to feel anything or think logically. Fear can do that to a person.

Actually, you could even add another step in there that says to do a little bit of mind torture here and there just to speed up the process (you know, take control, make them do horrible things – that kind of stuff). Sure, I could stop their fear and they could live a semi-normal life, but that just wouldn't do.

Simple, isn't it? Three easy steps… that totally went out the window when I played around with Link, when I kissed him and became the new resident in his head. That kiss left nothing hidden to me (and I mean nothing), he had poured out every emotion he had, and now I had nothing to anchor myself to. Sure, I could take over, just like I could with the others, but he would fight. He would fight with everything he had to keep me away, whereas if I had an emotion to grip onto he would be helpless. But there was always that part of him that refused to accept me, even though the rest of him had.

But I couldn't control him forever – he was too strong, even for me, so instead I had to content myself with only breaking out during battles and giving us a giant boost of strength (not to mention ability). Yet every time he regained control, a little bit of me was left behind. He'd become angry and unreasonable. He was always arguing with people, his language would deteriorate something shocking, and he started hating everyone, mainly himself.

Basically, he became a real teenager (or, if you will, me at my worst).

But today he was really pissed, and had been silently fuming for the last few hours. Navi made the mistake of asking him if he was all right, and scored a broken wing. He wasn't to be messed with, and I winced in my detached human form as his knuckles met a stone pillar with a sickening crunch.

"Get out." He couldn't hide the shaking fury in his voice.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I haven't had my glory yet."

That hit a nerve. The tiny part of me still left in his mind recoiled from the white-hot hatred pouring out of him.

"Your glory? Your glory?!"

He spun around to glare at me, face contorted with rage.

"Is that the only thing you think about? Glory? Well I can tell you now, demon, it will never be yours, and I will never let you become me. You're a demon, and demons aren't to be trusted. Everything you say is deceitful, layered with some plot to kill just for fun, to get something you wont no matter how you do it."

I blinked. It was true, every word. Well, except the glory never being mine, of course. Sure, we would have to share it, but some of it would still be mine, and the people would admire me. I didn't care if they thought I was Link, I just wanted to be recognized, to be looked up to.

"Well," I said, sounding bored, "we're going to have to work out a compromise, seeing as neither of us going to succeed in killing the other."

He spat at my feet. He was in a bad mood and it was lasting longer than usual, but even that was low for him.

"I don't compromise with demons."

I saw his hand instinctively go to his sword, fast as lightning, but I refused to step back. I put on a mask of indifference as the cold metal suddenly came at my throat, stopping just short.

"Go on," I whispered, red eyes flashing dangerously. "Do it." It's not like it would affect me anyway.

"No."

I blinked in surprise. "What?"

"No."

I didn't say anything, and he took it to mean he could continue.

"I wont give you that satisfaction."

The sword dropped with a dull thud into the sand, and so did he. I stared down at him as he rocked back and forth on his heels and uttered a string of curses that rivaled me in a foul mood. Something not unlike pity stirred within me, and I absently laid a hand on his head.

"I screwed up, kid," I heard myself say in a hoarse whisper. I sensed him tense and I took my hand away, letting it fall to my side. "I was intending to control you through a particular emotion, but you opened yourself up so much that there was only an empty hole there. Now you fight me, and I tear you apart. It's a lose-lose situation, but I can't pull out. I'm snowed in."

He was silent for a long time, and for a fleeting second I actually thought he was asleep (which wouldn't be surprising since he hadn't slept for three days), but then his head lifted. In he twilight his eyes looked exactly like Lake Hylia in the summer – a deep endless blue. But while his eyes were beautiful, his hateful expression was not.

"Damn right you screwed up, demon. You screwed everything up."

"True, but if I'd had my way then you'd be dead at the end of this and I would take over your body."

He flopped onto his back and stared at the darkening sky, the sand around him lifting slightly, then slowly settling back down.

"Sometimes I wish Iwas dead."

I became a bird and perched on his chest. He was too weary to swat me away, so I cocked my head to the side and listened to the thoughts simmering beneath the surface. Good, he was calming down.

You know, you're really not that bad when you're normal, I couldn't help saying.

He scoffed. Is this your definition of normal?

I gave a bird shrug and disappeared, tucking myself away into my little corner like the leech I was.