Here we are with another somewhat enthralling chapter, well, the first actual chapter of Kyo's Cards! Thankyou to all those who reviewed, please keep it up! Reviews make me motivated, and when I'm motivated by something, I work on it. Get my drift?

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13.10.03 8.45 AM

I slept last night, for the first time in what seems like ages. Surprisingly, I'm feeling better than I have for years, and I could even call my mood energised.

I didn't dream, it was just comforting black. It's a Sunday, so there's no school to interrupt me, and I plan to spend the day on the roof sunbaking while summer's still around .I wouldn't mind faking sick tomorrow, but I have to do something today. It's a pity; I'll probably miss the comet.

Pushing back my chair, I stretch like a cat and arch my back until it clicks, then pad over to my wardrobe, where I pull out at random a forest green t-shirt, and a pair of light brown cargo pants. It's my way of dressing, I wear whatever is on top in my draws.

I replace my boxers and singlet and feel uncomfortable at the thought that I had been standing outside looking blank in them the day before. Suddenly I remember Yuki carrying me up to my room, and I decide to skip making an appearance, even for the sake of food, and just lie on the roof until anyone tries to get me down. That can be between one hour and the hour of darkness, but I don't really care that much.

The cat in me complains at my wasting time, and so I climb lithely out of my window and make my way onto the roof.

I close my eyes. When I open them, the sky overhead is cloudy and looks ready for rain. The air around me is thick and warm, almost like a blanket. Groaning, I let my head fall back onto the roof tiles as I realise where I am.

The winged man sits next to me, his knees pulled up near his chin, and arms crossed over them, which is a strange sight with his red-trimmed white tunic that covers everything but his feet. His sash lies like a sleeping snake on the roof next to him, between us.

"What are you going to call me, master?" he asks, still gazing at the grey scenery ahead.

 "I don't know, name yourself." I snap, frowning. I am getting very fed-up with this guy pulling me into some sort of dreamscape. It deprives me of my sleep.

He frowns, still looking off into the distance. "But master, you must give me a name…"

"Alright then: Joe." I spout.

He pouts. "Master, be serious…"

He reminds me of Yuki; distant and cold. His very presence seems out of place, as everything else is gloomy, and seems to have the colour sapped out of it. Not this one. His reds and ambers were as bright as ever, and the base white of his skin and clothing pristine. He creates his own colour.

"You're weird. Like frost on a summer's day," I smile slightly, as it's hard to stay annoyed in this place; it seems to sap most emotions out of you like colour. "There you go!"

He blinks, and turns to face me for the first time, his eyes questioning. "Pardon?"

"Your name. Shimo, it means frost."

He stares as me for a moment for, then turns his face to the heavens and closes his eyes, veiling them with thick black lashes. "Thankyou." He whispers, and there is nothing left to say.

I close my eyes, and a cool breeze brushes across my unprotected arms.

13.10.03 2.49

I almost fucking fell off the roof. I could feel someone beside me still, but when I looked over, it wasn't Shimo, it was fucking Yuki! I don't know what the fuck he was doing there, but I wasn't there for long either. I stood up to yell at him as he dozed beside me, but lost my balance. As I landed in the gutter and rolled off that, I saw Yuki glow. It wasn't like happy glow; it was like fucking 'I'm a fucking light-bulb' glowing. His sleeping body lifted from the ground, and that's all I saw before I was stuck with one hand clutching the guttering, and the other one hanging at my side. The next thing I know Shimo hoists me back onto the roof, calls me a 'baka neko' and disappears. His wings wrapped around himself, and when they unwrap, Yuki was left there looking blank. He blinks, then collapses onto the roof again. So then I'm stuck with an inert Yuki to deal with.

And just to annoy me, Shigure screams out his window at that point "KYO!! Keep it down!!"

Oh yeah, like he's actually working.

I stalk him through the house. Yuki's pace quickens as he walks past the laundry room, but then he stops abruptly, whirls around and slams me against the wall.

Again, I am surprised by the strength in his frail-looking arms.

He has palm next ot my head and is bracing himself on it.

"Why are you following me, cat?!"

I stare at him for a second, then simply say "Shimo."

Yuki closes his eyes and his breath quickens. He goes slack for a moment, then is enveloped by the bright light. When it clears again, the man who refers to me as 'master' is standing over me.

He removes his hand, steps back to a respectful distance, and straightens out the front of his tunic. "What is it, master?"

"we need to talk."

I motion him foreward, then check around the corner to see if the front room is clear. I can hear a clacking keyboard from Shigure's room, and Tohru humming in the kitchen.

I run and quietly as I can up the stairs, and by the rustling of his wings, Shimo is doing the same. As I close my door behind us, Shimo settles onto my floor in the traditional sitting position as best he can while still compensating for wing space.

I walk until I am opposite him, then sit down roughly cross-legged. What a pair we must look.

Shimo stares me in the eyes with his usual blank expression. "What is it you want to discuss, master?"

"First of all, stop calling me master! My name is Kyo!"

Shimo looks taken aback. "But you are my master…" He trails off.

"Oh yeah, and why is that?" I ask, bracing my hands on my knees. I feel slightly ridiculous yelling at him when I'm so much shorter, but Shimo seems to be complying to my every order. I feel bad, like I'm bullying him when he's so subservient.

"Because you created me, Kyo."

"What?" I deadpan.

"The first thing I remember is your consciousness. You were the first thing that I knew, and while I shared all your memories, thoughts and emotions, I knew that I was separate." he looks confused. "It's hard to explain, but a few nights ago, I finally had the power to shift into a different form."

My mind dashes over anything interesting happening over the past few days. Hatori's passing comment about the comet is all that springs to mind.

"So is that why I was so sick?" I press on, trying to shake the feeling that I had caught onto something important.

"You were sick because your body simply wasn't used to it, the sudden influx of energies that effected myself as well, and lacking my consciousness beside yours."

This is all too creepy, but I find myself compelled to keep listening.

"So why has this happened?"

The question at the heart of the problem.

Shimo shakes his head slowly. "That I do not know. We will have to learn of these matters ourselves."

The light cast into the room looks pale and sickly. A glance at the window conforms my suspicions. We are in the dreamscape again.

"Where are we?"

"These are the planes of your subconscious."

Gee, does it have to be so gloomy?

"What? This is where you've hung out?"

Shimo's nod confirms. "Yes. I find it more comfortable to talk to you while we are here."

I have taken the reins of my questions, and I fire off another. "Why is Yuki always there when I wake up?"

Shimo looks concerned that I did not realise. "He is my new host,"

"WHAT?!" my comment comes out larger and harsher than I meant it to, and Shimo visibly jumps. "You stole the body of my cousin?"

"He was an appropriate host, and it needed to be someone close to you."

"Yuki is not close to me," I spit out.

Shimo's look explains it all.

"Alright, so he is a bit, but I wouldn't rely on any returning feelings,"

Shimo opens his mouth to correct me.

"No! I don't want to know. Don't worry about it, forget I ever mentioned it."

"Yes master." Shimo intones, sounding relieved to get past the subject.

My hands have moved from my knees to my lap, and my thumbs twiddle around each other. "So will Yuki eventually have to know about all this?" My question sounds weak, because I am not really sure what 'all this' is.

"It would only be fair."

I grimace at the thought. The mood in the room is bleak, and I smile in an attempt to melt some of the frosty overtone from our conversation.

"I know one thing that you could do for me to make matters easier…"

Shimo looks instantly attentive. "Yes master? What is it?"

I grimace again. "Stop calling me master."

"Yes master- I mean, Kyo." Shimo smiles softly.

Even angels can make mistakes.

14.10.03 10.14PM

I got ready for school with all the enthusiasm of a person getting ready for their exectution this morning, I hadn't done my homework, hadn't even come close to thinking about it, but I doubt that the teacher would have taken celestial visitation as a valid excuse. If Yuki hadn't ratted me out (pun, yes, I know), then I could have said that I had only started recovering from my mystery illness yesterday, and so couldn't possibly have time to work, as I was too busy being pathetic. It's a pity Yuki made a point of talking about my recovery with her, the big suck-up. Damn him.

Yuki kept giving me strange looks at breakfast this morning. I think he suspects… something. I don't even fucking know what there is for him to suspect. Plan for tomorrow: go to school and avoid Yuki at all costs.

It's a bit hard when we're in the same class, but it never hurts to try… unless I'm trying to beat Yuki, then it generally hurts a lot.

Oh bugger, what am I talking about?

There was a red feather left on the floor last night when I came-to from the dreamscape, so I tucked it under my pillow before I hastily shoved Yuki into his own bed. I feel guilty looking at him. Another reason for avoidance. Maybe I should just skip school and hang out in the forest for a while. One more week until the holidays.

I walk into my room after cleaning my teeth for the night, and I instantly walk over to my pillow and pick the feather out from under it. This proves that I'm not insane.

A breeze rushes through my room from my open window into the rest of my house and I mutter bleakly about my room being a 'wind tunnel' and turn around to go and shut my door.

It is already shut.

I know that it hadn't been mere moments ago, and decide to investigate. The hallway outside is clear, and I hadn't heard any footsteps. Strange.

The wind takes advantage of the gap in my door to blow out past me, and my feather goes flying.

"Oh, bugger off!" I growl at the window, before stepping outside my room and closing the door carefully after myself.

My feather sits calmly in the middle of the hallway, but as I approach it, the feather moves away.

I am so not up for this shit on a school night.

With a cry of indignation, I end up sprawled on my face as I try to leap on my errant feather, but it keeps moving off down the hallway.

Wind from Yuki's partially opened door stirs it, and the feather lifts off the ground to fly leisurely into his room.

"Shit!" I whisper, and cursing the feather, I follow its path as quietly as I can.

Yuki's room is quiet, and the weak light from the hall shows that the feather has come to rest on Yuki's hand. He lies on his stomach with his sheets pulled up under his armpits, and his arms are exposed and lying on either side of his head.

The feather seems to mock me from where it lies on the back of Yuki's pale appendage.

I stand about two feet away from Yuki's actual bed scowling at it when he stirs and turns to scratch his hand. His other hand closes around the feather, and my heart sinks.

I lean over his inert form and I try to gently wrest my prize from his hand when Yuki's dark eyes flash open, and he swiftly moves his hand out of the way.

"Ah!" I fall back startled, and then, to my utmost disgust and surprise, I shrink rapidly with a 'poofing' noise.

Never surprise the cat when he's already jumpy.

As a small orange cat, and jump onto Yuki's bed and bat at his hand with one of my hopelessly inefficient paws.

"Give it back!" I cry, annoyed at my cat vocal cords.

Yuki's clutched hand effectively avoids my feeble flailing, and he says "Why are you in my room?"

"Because I want my fucking feather!"

I have conceded that I might not be able to wrest my feather from its captor, so I settle for the next best thing, hooking some of my claws into Yuki's wrist.

Yuki flinches but continues. "Why is it here in the first place?" he demands, ripping his hand away.

My eyes are set on the few bits of red incandesance sticking out of Yuki's grip as I answer. "because of the fucking wind!"

"And why should I give it back to you?" His voice sounds amused, and I know that he's toying with me.

"Becau-"

I am cut off midway though my sentence when I suddenly return to my normal form.

Yuki pauses and blushes, carefully keeps his eyes on my face, then his eyes narrow with danger. "Put some clothing on."

Abashed, I climb off his bed and pull my tracksuit pants back on, and then my old t-shirt.

I try to break the uncomfortable silence. "So… will you give me back my feather now, or do I have to use brute force?"

"Brute is right, but I'm not sure about force…" Yuki murmurs, and I can tell that I was meant to hear it.

I shoot him a dangerous look, and then stand glaring at him from the side of his bed.

"On one condition."

"Mercy?"

Yuki ignores that. "Tell me what's been happening lately."

That runs into my mind, and I have a mild flash of panic.

I pause for a moment. "It's not that important, you can keep it…" I trail off, and attempt to take a step back.

Yuki's other hand flashes out, and closes hard around one of my bony wrists. "Tell me what's been happening lately."

He squeezes, and I twist out of his grip and rub my wrist where there will soon be a bruise.

"It's not important." I say, skipping over the subject. I turn to walk to the door, sending my feather a regretful look, but before I can get there, Yuki skips out of bed and blocks the doorway.

He looks oddly feminine in his light singlet and three quarter length light sleeping pants, but I refrain from telling him that.

"Tell me." There is a determined look in Yuki's eyes that says louder than words that I am not going to get out of this one easily. His thin arms are pressed to either side of the doorway, and I scowl at him, knowing that it's hopeless unless I feel like climbing out the window.

"I've been having dreams."

"I know that."

"Then why do you have to ask?!" I cry.

"Because, it's better to hear this from you." He says coolly and calmly. He turns to shut his door with an ominous click, and the light in the room is now gloomy at best. He repeats his first question. "What has been happening lately?"

I frown and stare at the ground as he silently moves past me to sit on his bed again, one leg hanging off. I feel like I'm on trial. "When I dream… Time passes differently. What seems like minutes can really be hours, but when I dream, I don't sleep. Well, afterwards, it doesn't feel like I have."

Yuki continues to stare at me with his unsettling violet eyes.

"I don't really know much past that. A couple of nights ago, someone else came into the dream." The look Yuki gives me is incredulous. "What? It's true. It started out as a voice, but then I started seeing the person that went with it."

"Who is it?"

"Shimo. He asked me to name him." I add quickly. I don't know why that's so important. "Shimo calls me master, and says that I created him."

"So that's why you said it in the hallway." Yuki murmurs.

I look up sharply. "You remember that?"

"Yes I remember that," Yuki says sharply, "But I don't remember anything after it."

"That's Shimo!"

"Shimo… the person you made up?"

I start feeling angry. "He's real!"

Yuki raises his chin. "How do I know you're not lying?"

"Well, it's somewhat hard to introduce the two of you, but if it really matters, then what you're holding is a feather off his wings."

The second I say it, I realise I probably shouldn't have.

"His wings? What is he, a bird?"

"No! Shimo's a bloke with wings! I don't know why, so don't bother asking! He's just there! What you're crushing is the only proof I have. I found it after our last talk."

Yuki opens his hand, palm out. "This is one of Shimo's feathers?" He lifts it from his hand and in the moonlight from outside the deep red reflects gold.

A sudden wind blows, and knocks it out of his outstretched hand, and it floats into mine, settling in my cradled arms almost bashfully.

"Yes, it is."

I absent mindedly run the feather across my neck without noticing myself doing so, and Yuki glances quickly from that back up to my face.

"Well, don't come to me with half the story, find out what's happening!"

"I didn't come to you, you fucking insisted!"

"That's not the point." He says briskly. Yuki turns to look out his window above his bed.

I head towards the door, then pause before I leave.

"One other thing. Shimo is in you. If you want answers, look there."