Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them? ~ Abraham Lincoln
Despite everything, Ryou did in fact like the ring. It was beautiful. Mysterious, dark, enticing many times a day he found himself tracing it through his clothes. The ring was almost soft to the touch and always warm, always alive.
The complete opposite of the spirit. He was sharp, in appearance and voice, icy and above all lifeless. Whenever the spirit would take Ryou's form (twisting it, distorting it until it was something Ryou did not recognize at all) he could see it in his eyes. True there was hate, but only on the surface. Past that there was nothing but emptiness.
(Maybe he did recognize those eyes after all...)
The spirit snorted, Ryou could hear it echo through his mind. Dropping in on Ryou's private thoughts had become custom now and Ryou himself had come to mind this less and less.
He gave one of the rings tassels a jiggle.
"Do you think, under different circumstances we could have been friends?" Ryou said aloud, because that was what both he and the spirit preferred. Feigning indifference is easier when you are not being addressed directly.
No answer.
A small smile found it's way to Ryou lips. It wasn't a no.
And, somehow, that was good enough.
A/N I wrote something that was not horribly depressing! Review?
