Just thought I would add something, this isn't so much a diary as a collection of rants. The entries are a few days, hell, possibly weeks, apart. And thank you DJay, HeeroRocksMySocks, Arabian Babe and the fourth reviewer isn't showing, (evil ) for the reviews, I didn't expect any.
Chapter Two: Second Entry (Maybe.)
12/4-3/195
It happened again today. I couldn't even get out of bed. The pain was too intense. I stayed there unmoving for over three hours and then finally I managed to stumble to the bathroom for a soothing soak.
And I must say it was soothing, until I realized that my scales had started to reemerge. I was too tired to worry over that though. The need was too deep. I had been out of my element for far too long. I needed this.
By the time I finally dragged myself out of the tub my scales had taken on their old abstract patterns and had darkened to a blue so deep it appeared black unless the light hit them just so. I had thought they would fade. They haven't. Oh, they faded to my skin tone, but they haven't left. No, they are permanent once again. It is a good thing you can't tell they are even there unless I'm wet.
At least the gills haven't come yet. Now, those are hard to hide. Maybe I could steal some of Trowa's turtle necks? No. I think I'll just dig out my old collars. Glad I kept those. Knew I would need them, just hoped it wouldn't be like this.
Wonder when my tail will come? I mean, all my senses are what they once were, my scales have appeared, my gills will be fully formed by tomorrow morning, I just need my fangs, claws and my tail...It is strange, out of everything, I miss my tail the most.
And that's that. Hm, I think this one is shorter.... Ah well. Hope you like! Oh, and the date for this entry is April 12.