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So, my lovely reviewers, I have a question for ye all - is this fic in any way... a) Funny, b) Worth a chuckle, c) Mildly amusing, or d) Completely devoid of any humour and it's entirely serious?

Thankyou :)

Exams are finally over (thank -SWEARWORD- Christ!), so I should finish the story in a week. Well, it's already finished, it's just hard finding the opportunity's to update (parentals are internet-nazis). So bear with me, and enjoy! Everything's fun from here on in.

Oh, own the story, not the characters.

TWO YEARS ON

Two years, huh? Wow, time sure flies when you're having fun. Well, if your idea of fun is being constantly abused, pushed aside, fought against and ignored, then it would have been a barrel of laughs. But for me and Link, well, that's a different story. It took him a full year to get used to me being there, to having two minds crammed into the one skull. Thankfully I could keep mine guarded from his, otherwise it would have been even harder. Sometimes he would fight me if I felt like getting up to some mischief, and he had a million and one excuses up his sleeve for his strange behaviour. But I always won. I am a demon after all, and we are known for being shifty buggers.

After we got the hang of doing things together, of me being in control of some situations and him being himself in others, it took us another year to actually accept each other as sort-of-friends. We wouldn't dare actually call each other friends, but if someone asked him if he wanted to go somewhere (namely Malon - the nosey cow), he would reply, "Sorry, I promised a good friend of mine that I'd go visit him tonight."

Yes that's right, 'good friend'. But when it was left to just the two of us, no talking about me in third person as if I was someone else, we were as snappy as ever. Yet underneath all our insults and glares and tricks, there was a bond. Aside from the literal one, of course.

Yes, there was still his downright hatred of me for ruining his life and all that crap, but I could tell he welcomed the night time where he could just talk to me, insult me, glare at me. It was our own twisted way of showing that we were looking out for each other.

Whoa, I'm making this sound like its all okay, that we're all cool with the whole demon-human thing. Truth is, we both hate it, it's just that we've accepted it now. Well, I don't hate it as much as him of course (he's far too much fun to manipulate for me to hate him), but sometimes I wish I could be on my own again and not have to worry about his safety.

But for all its downs, the glory thing sure has lasted a while. Everyone loves the boy, even though it was me who did the whole destroying-Ganon thing. But he's modest, I'll give him that. Whenever people talk about it, he always says he had help, and whenever he does I know that he's secretly (or not so secretly, considering I can see absolutely everything he's thinking) grateful for what I did for him.

But lately we've hit a rough patch. I know I'm making it sound like we're an old married couple, but it's true. We started getting along pretty well for a month or so, and he even stopped resisting as much when we had a bit of …fun together, to the point where I barely had to do anything at all. I'd just take over to force him to look in my direction or walk towards me or something, and then it'd all just kind of go from there. He even had the guts to ask me once why I was always took on a male human form whenever we did so. I had just lifted an eyebrow and let the question hang in the air.

Okay, that whole paragraph came out dirtier than it was meant to… eh.

But then I started getting bored. I took over a bit more, had a bit too much fun with one particular ranch-hand, pissed Zelda off one-too-many times, and now Link hates me. Like, big time hate.

This was how we got to the situation of Link pacing his room and hitting himself on the head furiously, as if trying to dislodge something in his ear. Well, in a way, he was.

"Get out," he whispered.

No way, not happening. Can't happen anyway.

He swore loudly.

"I know you can leave, don't think I know nothing about demons. There must be a way!"

You're forgetting that I am now a part of you. I ingrained myself into the workings of your mind. I am attached so deeply that your mind would be in ruins by the time I wriggled my way out.

He slammed his fist against his bedpost, clearly frustrated.

Link hated me even more now, but most of that stemmed from his hate for himself. He hated the way he couldn't defend himself against me anymore, the way I could freely roam the darkest corners of his mind and torment him with my control. And through that he hated me for what I did, for what he let me do. Now I let a part of myself go and formed into a human in front of him, so I could look him in the eye. He stepped back, wary of what I might do.

"My mind is already in ruins," he said quietly but still full of anger. "People think I'm insane and Zelda keeps telling me to leave for a while, clear my head," he laughed at himself in disgust. "She has no idea how much I would love to do that. Everyone says that Ganondorf did something to me, or that all the horrible things I had seen went to my head and left me in a mess. And on top of that they're all saying… well, you know what."

I sat on his bed cross-legged, tying my dark hair back with a ribbon I produced out of thin air.

"Then let them talk. They'll only talk more if they know you're half demon."

"Don't say that! I am not half demon. I am me and only me - a human, nothing else."

I raised an eyebrow and inspected my nails.

"Oh, really? Then what am I if not a part of you? Why can I take control, why can I hear your thoughts and feel your emotions if I am not a part of you?"

He glared at the floor, silenced. He knew it was true. He knew that I was as much him as he was me. He walked angrily over to the window and pulled back the curtains, staring down into the courtyard below. I stood up and followed him, trying to comfort him by putting my arm around his shoulder, but he shrugged me off instantly. If I could breathe I would have sighed.

"Malon won't speak to me now after what happened last time. I'm the talk of the town because of you, and not in a good way. I'm supposed to be a hero, the hero. But instead you make me a laughing stock. Why?"

"You know why."

"But it's not true."

"Yes it is. In the Water Temple –"

He winced and slapped his hand on the stone window sill, asking, no, telling me not to mention it. I ignored him.

"In the Water Temple there was something within you that was let out, that had been kept inside for years and was finally released. It's something that can't be denied, Link. You know that."

He shook his head, his knuckles going white as he tried to restrain himself.

"It's not true. That was all under your control, it had nothing to do with my feelings."

"Oh, come off it. You know you're –"

He took a swing and got me fair in the jaw. It wasn't the first time he'd hit me, but this time it hurt a lot more. He took another swing but I swooped on his mind and stopped him just in time before his fist connected with my eye. I made him drop his hand and stand still, his face blank. I stepped closer to him, put my hands on his waist and kissed his forehead to show I wasn't angry. I let his mind go and my hands slipped from his waist as he fell to the floor, gripping his head in his hands, He grabbed at his hair and pulled hard, sobbing.

"I hate what you do to me!" He screamed. "I can't stand it! Why can't you just leave me alone?"

I dropped to his level so I could see him clearly. Ladies and gentlemen, I do believe our little hero has finally cracked. "Then how come you never resit anymore? It's not that you're too weak, you know that. You're forgetting that I can see into the very deepest corners of your mind. You can't keep anything from me, it's no use lying, not even to yourself. Why do you let me do it?"

I had silenced him again, and he was lost for words for some time. He stared at the stone floor. Someone knocked at the door but he shouted at them to go away. I reached out and touched his cheek lightly. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply.

"Why?" he whispered.

"Why do you think?"

He looked up from the floor and glared at me. Out of respect and yes, I admit, slight fear, I didn't reach into his thoughts but waited for him to speak.

"You make me hurt people, do things I never would do. I argue with those I care about, I detach myself from the world because I'm afraid. And not only that, but ever since that thing in the – in the Water Temple… you haven't stopped. You do it all the time, even though you know it tears me apart and I lose a little piece of myself every time you do."

I couldn't help but scoff a little at this. That was a lie, and he knew it.

"But you do it because you're an evil and power-hungry demon. The people of Hyrule are forever in my debt and I have their respect for saving their land, and through me you feed off that. But it's not enough, is it? You need to control everything around you, and I just happen to be in your immediate vicinity. You love to have power over someone else, to get what you want so easily. You're just another typical demon who doesn't deserve the honour they feed off."

He was right, but only half. Sometimes I forgot that even though I could see into his mind, mine was entirely hidden from him.

"That was true for a very short time, Link - a very short time. All that mucking around and stuff, you know it didn't last for long. I was just testing your resistance, but I'm sorry if I hurt you that much – it won't happen again. As for the other thing, you know exactly why I do it, so you can give up and stop asking. What am I doing but simply helping along that feeling hidden inside you?"

He shook his head and stood up, walking over to the door. As he opened it he said, voice dripping with disgust, "Believe me, demon, this is something that doesn't want to be 'helped along'," and slammed the door behind him.