ENTRY ONE
I'm sitting here in this dark cave all alone, unless you count the bloody, dead body that hangs limp in my arms. The tears a flowing freely down my checks. Why me, why does all this shit happen to me? What did I do to deserve this? I'm writing this journal so people know what really happened when they find our bodies…that is if they find our bodies. I guess I will start from the beginning.
I've always hidden my ears beneath my thick hair because I've always thought I had really strange looking ears. Kind of pointy, but not a though I was an elf or anything, just pointy. I always hated it so I covered up my ears. But when I turned sixteen it got worse. My ears started really itching and it sort of hurt to touch them. I was left in this, although you might call it over reacting, throbbing agony.
I woke up one morning and the pain seemed to have subsided over night. I looked in the mirror and pulled back my hair so I could survey whatever damage might have been caused. My scream woke my yami from his room down in the basement. My room is on the second floor of our house. I hear his footsteps faintly but as I knew he was reaching my rooms his footsteps grew fainter. I flashed back to reality as my yami's strong arm prevented me from cracking my head open on the wooden floor of my room. He helped me up and I pushed him away and ran to the bathroom and splashed my face with water so I was positive I was actually awake. I cautiously pulled back my hair to revel my ears once more. I gasped as to my horror I hadn't been dreaming. Small light grey feathers were protruding from the cartilage at the tips of my ears. My yami walked into the bathroom and paled when he saw my ears. I let my hair drop back into my face and I couldn't hold it back any more, I fell to my knees and began to sob. My darker half walked up behind me and gently rubbed me back in a comforting way. I flinched at his touch, he was never this nice. It seemed like he actually cared for me, for once in the time we had 'shared' a body he was actually caring about me! His hand felt warm as it travelled in calming circles on my back. I sigh and slump my shoulders.
"Are you ok Ryou?". His words cut into my thoughts. He just asked me if I was alright…he's never done that before, maybe he does care.
"Ryou?". I gasped to myself. Ryou he just called me by my real name. Up until now he's only ever called me hikari, his weaker half or land lord, as if I'm just the owner of his property. I hated him. But since that morning things changed.
His voice lost its caring tone.
"Hello is anyone in there? I asked you a question!"
"Sorry Bakura, I'm not sure. But unless my sight is deceiving me I'm GROWING FEATHERS OUT my…". I stopped, for I just notice something about Bakura. I was growing feathers out my ears, that I could easily cover…Bakura had the same silver feathers growing out of his head. I couldn't suppress giggles. He just looked so funny. He looked at me sharply but I couldn't hold my laughter in.
"What, what is it? What are you laughing at?". He'd always been very demanding.
"You…". I didn't know what else to say so I pointed to the mirror. I watched him walk over and cautiously look into the mirror. His eyes widened with horror when he saw the feathers. I burst out laughing.
"THIS IS NOT FUNNY RYOU!" he screamed. I knew to him it wasn't that funny but for me it was rather entertaining.