Spy Guy. :ok. I know that many of you are wondering what the words mean. Well, if you got o my deviant art, and read my journal, I have them all listed, along with a sneak peek of the next chappie. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

Yakusoku

December 8th 2011

It came today. Last night was a long one. I remember when I was first taken here. Phantom would mumble in his sleep. Last night he decided to start up again.

What he mumbled about troubles me.

Sometimes I hear snatches of a morbid poem…other times…he sounds like he's pleading with someone…begging them to stop.

I don't know who he's talking to, but it doesn't matter. He kept me up all night. At least he was sleeping. Not once did he beg for me to let him out…

At one point I heard crying…

And that troubled me most of all.

Finally the morning came. I suppose the sun was out, but I'm not sure. It could have been. I like to think that it was. The doctor came in and handed me an envelope just like before. I could feel the sunflower through the paper. For some reason I had more trouble with the seal. The doctor had to help me today. I was very grateful.

I pulled out the flower, running a hand over the yellow petals.

I noticed my hand was shaking.

It was just excitement.

Then I pulled out the letter.

Dear Danny,

I'm glad you're still alright. Are you really having those dreams? I'll ask the doctor for her to research Phantom's background. That might be able to explain the white room. He obviously enjoys killing people. Please promise me you'll keep him inside. The Feeling of one is the only way you can ever get out. The doctors say that there have been other successful patients who achieved it. Please do that for me Danny. Promise me.

Your sister says hi from college. She hopes to see you soon. The garden is doing wonderful. Yes, it is new. I hope you'll like it. There are other flowers there. Roses, Snap dragons, mums. I'll send you a rose next time. Would you like that? They're growing very well. All of them. I wish you could see it. Please promise you'll come home soon.

Something about this confused me…I remember my mother always hating roses.

"Reminds me of death" she used to say.

Now she was doing to send me one? I didn't want to think about death.

I suppose roses could be happy things. But my mother never thought so. She said she had seen too many lain on a grave…

I think the doctor noticed me staring for a while because she took the sunflower from my hand and told me I could come with her to get water for it.

I happily agreed, eager to get out of my room. But now that I'm alone, staring at the letter…something's wrong…

Shouldn't my sister be out of college by now? She was already there when I was fourteen. She only needed three years. The doctors told me that it had been five years since I was possessed. Maybe I was just being paranoid. This is my mother.

That was when I looked at the envelope…

It was blank…

But this was my mother…

Wasn't it?

Tobira

December 9th 2011

Ever since I've been here, I've always seen a door at the end of a hallway. It has no labels telling me what it could be hiding. All I know is that it is a door, and it does what doors were meant to do: Keep things out.

When I first came here, I asked what was there. No one answered. They were still all afraid of me. No, not me. They were afraid of the Phantom. And many still are.

There always seemed like there was something behind that door. Something that I needed.

Something that could help me.

I don't know why it's been bothering me so much lately. Maybe it's because that Phantom's demands have been growing increasingly violent. He can't be weakened as easily as he used to. Yesterday I felt this intense pain. I felt like there were sharp claws ripping at my insides, desperately trying to get out.

The doctor found me, and took me to run some tests. Phantom has silenced some amount, but I can still hear him.

He's still talking to me.

I want him to shut up.

Taiyou

December 11th 2011

Phantom was restless last night. I had gone to sleep, thinking he was dormant…but he wasn't.

The dream had started out wonderful. My mother and I were sitting in our backyard, except it was different. There were sunflowers all over. My mother was wearing a loose blue sweater and a pair of jeans, carefully digging out a small hole in the ground. She turned to me, her beautiful smile lighting up like the sun.

"Come on Danny. You can plant this one."

I looked down, seeing a bag of seeds in my hand. I took one, approaching the small hole and carefully dropping it in. Together we covered it up with dirt, patting it down with our hands. I was vaguely aware of someone sitting a little ways off, sobbing slightly. My mother looked over to him.

"Come on little one. You can help."

I looked straight at the figure for the first time. It was a young boy, slightly younger than myself with snow white hair and pale pink eyes.

"Come on." My mother smiled, waving him over.

Slowly the boy got to his feet, wiping blood from a wound on his forehead.

"Does it hurt?" My mother asked.

"Not anymore…" The boy whispered softly, kneeling on the ground. "It only hurt the first time.

I could see that his white clothes were covered in deep brown stains.

Blood.

"Would you like to plant one?" My mother asked, paying the boy's condition no heed.

Slowly he nodded. I cautiously handed him the bag of seeds.

Something was wrong.

"I like this…" The boy said, a small smile gracing his pale lips. His scarred hands placed the dirt back into the hole.

My mother helped him.

"Have you ever done this?" She asked him.

"Never." The boy replied. "He never lets me."

This statement puzzled me.

I didn't even get a chance to ask him about it. Before my lips could even utter a sound my mother was gone, a shadowed figure appearing in her place. The small boy let out a yelp getting to his feet and backing away as the shadow walked toward him. The Garden vanished, replaced by a room with white walls…

Only white walls.

"Please…" The boy begged as the shadow advanced. "I didn't mean to."

His back was right against the wall, his fingers digging into the chipped paint.

I watched in horror as blood ran from the walls, leaving macabre images over their surface. An insane laughter echoed in my ears as the boy crumpled to the floor, deep wounds suddenly appearing on his body.

"I made something for you daddy…"

I turned behind me, seeing the boy once more, handing the shadow a small clay pot. The laughter sounded again as the shadow took the object, throwing it back at the boy…hitting him right in the head.

"Stop it!" I shouted. The figure turned to me, looking away from his achievement. I tried to ignore the laughter as it reached me once more.

"See how weak I was?" A voice cackled. I closed my eyes for only a moment trying to push the voice from my mind. When I looked again, there was Phantom, sitting in a corner, the body of a man before him.

"He fell so easily…" He sneered. "After how I feared him, he fell too easily. It wasn't enough."

And it was then that something clicked in my mind.

That boy was Phantom.

"Come over here, Master." He called. "Come paint with me. I always used to paint. The walls were perfect for it."

I had never felt so sick in my life.

"Your mother was nice…" Phantom laughed. "Someday I'd like to see her again."

"I won't let you. She's my mother." I spat.

"But…we're supposed to be one Master…" The demon hissed. "And if I never see her…you never see her…Although…that would be a lot to dig through."

With that he ran a finger against the wall, leaving a red streak…

I was frozen in place. I couldn't move.

"Ashes to ashes,

Dust to Dust

My thirst for killing,

Will never rust…"

"Stop it!" I demanded. With a blink of my eyes, the small boy was back, skipping around me, holding a rose in his hand.

"My mommy's favorite flower." He giggled, turning his dull eyes to me.

"Stop!" I cried, backing against the wall. My eyes widened as I felt something cold and sticky against my back. A metallic smell reached my nose.

"You ruined my painting." The boy pouted. I was stuck in place.

My back was covered in blood.

"Sun sun sun…" The boy giggled, quickly forgetting his former disappointment.

"Hey…" I gulped. I remembered that the doctor had told me to be kind to Phantom. Maybe if I talked to him now…maybe…

"What's your name?" I asked, peeling myself off the wall.

I felt dirty.

"Danny." The boy replied, taking my by the wrist. I shook my head.

"But that's my name." I said.

"But there's more than one Danny in the world right?" He smiled.

That made sense….but it was so unlikely. Unlikely that we could have the same name…and be in the same body.

"My mommy was nice. I wish you could meet her." The boy continued, holding my hand tight. I couldn't help but grimace at the blood running from his head. It didn't faze him at all…he lived around the stuff.

"You keep him away." The boy whispered, his pink eyes welling with tears. "Will you always keep him away?"

I was taken by complete surprise as his arms wrapped around me, soft sobs coming from his throat. I knew who he was…I had to remember who he was. He ruined my life…he ruined it…he hurt me…took away my life…took me away from my family.

And now he was begging for me to stay.

He was hugging me.

And I didn't hug back…

It was such a strange dream. He didn't act like Phantom at all. He looked so innocent. So…human…

I supposed he was an albino, by his hair and eyes. Around maybe ten years old. Skinnier than heck, battered and bruised past accidental standards. He was afraid of someone…the shadow…this shadow chased him…

And I was the only one keeping it away…

Now I knew why Phantom was crying…

He was just a little kid.

And we had the same name.

Mirai

December 13th, 2011

I'm scared…They might be sending me away…and not home. I'm so scared.

I don't want to go with him.

Not this man

I met this man when he walked into the lab today. I was with the doctor at the time when he arrived, holding his cane and looking regal. There was a cold chill about him that sent shivers up my spine. His eyes were pale blue, his hair a glowing silver. He smiled at me, tipping his black hat, before sweeping the doctor into his arms.

"It's been so long." He grinned charmingly, right in her face.

"Boundaries Vlad." She warned, pulling away. "I thought you said you were going to work on that."

"I've been trying, my dear, but you know how hard it is. He just won't listen. All wrapped up in his own thoughts."

I just stared at the two. It seemed that they knew each other. I must have been looking very confused, because the man turned his gaze to me.

"Who is this one?" He asked, walking toward me. He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up, looking over my features critically.

"His name is Danny." The doctor said. "He's like you."

The man's face instantly softened as he embraced me tightly. The suddenness of his actions was strange.

"Oh poor little one. Look how young you are. He doesn't stand a chance."

"Vlad, why are you in here?" The doctor asked, annoyance apparent in her voice.

"I came to see you. Also…the meds ran out. I came to get some more." The man replied sheepishly.

"That's why you're so strange today." The woman sighed. "You're supposed to get those refilled weeks before they run out."

"Sorry. Been busy." Vlad smiled.

"That doesn't matter. You're lucky you're not still here, like poor Danny. He's very good at keeping Phantom back…that's the name of the spirit who possessed him."

"Maybe there's hope for him yet." The man smiled. I noticed his voice change a moment before going back to normal.

It was unsettling.

"How long have you been here?" Vlad asked, getting really close. I pulled away.

His voice was cracking. Growing deep and menacing. It scared me. Reminded me of Phantom's voice when he was angry.

"He's been here a while, Vlad." The doctor said. "That's all you need to know."

"I was just asking." The man replied, flashing his charming smile once more. "He's the only one you let out? The other's still too violent."

"Others?" Phantom hissed. "There are others? Master…we're not alone."

His voice was greedy, it rang in my ears. He kept begging me over and over to talk to this man…

This man who was just like me…

Phantom kept pushing and pushing, struggling to ask his one question. I felt the claws again, and for one moment…Phantom broke through.

"What others?" He asked. I could feel my mouth moving, but I wasn't doing it. It was Phantom. He had taken control. Luckily he settled back down, waiting for an answer.

Both Vlad and the doctor eyed me curiously. I think they noticed.

"There are others, just like you Danny." The doctor replied, placing an arm around my shoulder. "But they haven't been able to control their spirits."

"You must've been very powerful to keep Phantom back for so long." Vlad added.

His voice started out normal, but dropped to a menacing hiss. As I looked closer, I could see red laced in his blue eyes.

"I would like to take you under my wing. Show you how to achieve…what was it? Hitotsu no Kimochi? Was that what you called it?"

"Yes Vlad." The doctor replied. "And once we get you on your medicine again, that might be a good idea.

No…

This man scared me. The thing inside him was…evil. Was I going to be like this? Were my blue eyes going to be stained with the red of Phantom's? I just wanted Phantom to go away. Find his own life.

Vlad smiled and held me close. I could smell alcohol on his breath, smoke on his clothes.

"I would love to show him all I know." The voice hissed.

Something was up with Phantom…he let out a whimper as Vlad got close. Then I could hear him hissing like a cat, pushing at one side of me, trying to get as far away from him as possible.

Something was wrong if Phantom was afraid of him.

"You're a lot like me." The man continued. His voice was normal once more, his eyes returned to blue. "You're afraid of the feeling of one aren't you?"

I nodded. He was so close. I felt I was going to choke from the thick smells that came from his body.

"It's not so bad. Just learning how to share. It's simple really. I wish you would come with me."

I was getting really scared. Phantom was panicking, going into a frenzy. Pain ripped through me as he screamed.

"Let me out Master!" He shrieked. My legs crumbled beneath me as it all became too much. Vlad caught me.

And that's all I remember.

Now I'm in my room.

My hand's shaking a lot more now. It won't stop. I'm having a hard time writing. Maybe it's because I'm scared.

All I know is that I saw him standing in my doorway, red eyes cutting through the darkness. Then he smiled, showing strangely pointed fangs.

"Good night, little one." He said. Then he turned and disappeared.

Phantom's still screaming to be let out. Literally screaming.

There's something evil about that man…

I don't want that to be my future.