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Entry 10

"Stay away from me."

Who would have thought of all the things that could be associated with this thing, this had to happen. I guess it could be described as a supernatural phenomenon but there aren't very many of those out there and most who have claimed to experience them are either, dreaming it, losing it, lost it, trying to get some attention or pathetic lowlifes with boring jobs [1]. I don't fit into any of those categories but the dream one seems very inviting.

"I never want to see you again."

I wonder what would've happened if nature took a different course. That could save a life, or even two lives. Had a fateful little blacksmith been somewhere on the streets of Domino, I would have had the option of smelting it into liquid form, waiting for it to become a semi-solid substance and having it reshaped in various types of jewellery like charms, rings, necklaces, and the sort.

"I'm afraid of you, is that what you wanted to hear."

Then again, the, I guess you could call it "energy," would still be hovering around in it no matter what form it took or how many pieces it was in. I think the real question here is "would I have done it when given the chance?" I'd say "heck yeah!" now but before, probably not. Why would I have taken the risk of carrying the thing with me everywhere, especially with its highly attractive appearance (not to mention value) and care for it so only to wreck it later? Was it because the police would've been on me thinking I stole it? No, it was something else.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that? Say something!"

It started when I laid eyes upon it for the time when it arrived in the mail mysteriously. Whoever sent it gave no return address or anything to identify himself, or herself, by. From then on, I felt responsible for it without even knowing why. It was just an object like anything else I owned (okay so with huge differences) but it was not a brother or sister or cousin or anything worth that much attention. It bothered me sometimes to see it in that sense but the need to protect it was more than that of any person.

"Actually, don't say anything; I've heard enough from you already."

"Is this the gratitude I get?"

"Gratitude? Thanks for what? How could you say that?"

"You don't understand what I did for you."

"I understand perfectly well and it's nothing to be thankful for."

Too bad what I did was for the worst. In vain would've been better. Someone come and take this burden away from so I wouldn't have to suffer more in my life. I finally found peace and contentment, things have finally settled down and I'd like it to stay this way. Those days of sneaking around to stay one step ahead of whom I refer to as the Antagonist or starving in the streets were behind me. Does it have to be one bad thing coming my way after another? Can't I rest for awhile?

"You are stressed."

"Of course I am."

"I did not think you would be this ungrateful."

"Well think what you like."

He stands there, arms folder, looking at me with those eyes. Eyes so like mine yet fiercer with a combination of disapproval, sternness, bewilderment, and a bunch of things that make me both want to cringe and scream at him at the same time.

"You think I did you a disservice?"

"First of all, I know you did and second of all I will have to suffer the consequences for it."

"Not anymore."

He's right. I didn't anymore. Something I should be rejoicing about right? No! Just the thought of it makes my insides collapse and my mind whirl with disgust and fear of what happened. I would have much rather face the penalty for something I didn't do than have more guilt piled on me. So much like the bully. How could he stand there and pretend nothing happened?

"I think I'm going to be sick."

He shook his head. Even the hair is similar to mine.

"Why did you do it? Huh? Do you know how wrong it was? Heh, of course not. You don't know."

"What's done is done, if you did not appreciate it than put it behind you." He spat those words out like venom; something I said must have roused his anger.

I could feel myself recoiling in fear at his sharp words. Anger, that's what drove him to do those things and if he was feeling it towards me, who knows if I'll live another day to see the sun. As weak as I felt and looked compared to him, I couldn't let this fear take over my senses. If he knew I was afraid, than he could manipulate me in any way he chose and I'd be helpless to counter him. Must put on a brave face.

"Put it behind me? Oh sure, that's easy enough to do but you'll do it again and I can't stop you because I never know about it until it's too late."

That was true enough. I was so angry at the police officer for accusing me of the bully's mysterious death and was so sure he was wrong that it still feels like a dream now that I've found out the truth.

The corner of his lips turned out slightly, shooting darts of fear into me.

"You should not be angry with me."

"Why not? You killed them!"

"I did not kill them, there is a difference."

I felt myself begin to she shake and covered myself with my blanket to hide it. This conversation would have been easier to swallow had it been daytime, not the dead of the night when his transparent figure looked so much like that of a ghost.

"To me, there is no difference."

"The shadow realm is not a place where souls could find rest, in death they can."

"O-of course y-you wouldn't settle for that."

A place where your soul could never find rest. Than what is it? Some sort of hell? No one has ever really proven what happens to people after they die but the thought of wandering around in this "shadow realm" for all eternity sounds like an unimaginable torture. But wait, how am I so sure this place exists, he may just be lying to scare me into submission.

"There's not such thing, when people die, they die."

He stared at me with those cold, hard eyes again, boring arrows into my skull and making sure I understood that he was dead serious.

"There were no open wounds, no blood, no signs of internal bleeding, neither heart attack, choking incident, failure of internal organs, burns, or even electrocution. Explain, hikari, how did the man die?"

I was mortified. He knew all about it and was leading me into a trap this entire time. The bully showed no signs of injury whatsoever, baffling even the brightest of scientist. He must be right then, this 'shadow realm' was what happened to him. And the cop.

"I-I don't know." I gave in, he was right.

He nodded, "He deserved it, hikari."

That was when my anger flared up again. Deserved it? Deserved it?! What he did to me wasn't nearly half as bad as what happened to him. I practically hated him, yes of course but to say he deserved it was going too far. The cop too, all he did was annoy me and whatnot but he didn't have to die for it. I still see it as dying.

"No." was all I could manage while glaring back at those piercing eyes

"What is that, hikari?"

"I said no! And don't call me hikari, what the hell is that anyways?"

He chuckled, a gentle yet dark laugh that was like ice lacing my bones.

"Is it because you do not understand?"

"Of course I understand, hikari means 'light.'"

"You asked me."

"I asked you what's with this 'hikari' (beep) I have a name."

Funny how anger can sometimes mask fear. He doesn't seem so haunting now that he's playing around with my words and pissing me off. Very annoying actually.

"Have you not figured it out yet, hikari?"

"What?"

"You seem like a rather bright person."

"Whatever, just say it."

"I am your yami and my obligation is to punish those who have done wrong and deserve to wander the depths of the shadow realm. I can punish whomever I choose because I have the shadow powers to do so. You, the hikari, are my vessel and must you carry the Millennium item that holds my spirit."

"What if I chose not to?"

"You have no choice in the matter."

No choice? Now that I've figured out this, this evil.....thing has been living in my treasure the entire time, I can easily discard it anywhere I want. Dump it in the garbage can, give it away, bury it, drop it off in some alleyway and like I've thought of before, smelting it.

"There are so many ways I can get rid of you," I held up the item, "and it begins with this thing right here."

"I doubt you can carry through with your intentions."

"And why not?"

He took a step closer to me, still maintaining that calm figure of his, which made me scoot a bit back on my bed.

"I know your ties towards this item, hikari, and no matter how much hatred you direct towards it, you will have a difficult time finding the heart to dispose of it. If you do, however, break through, it shall find its way back to you."

"Do you expect me to believe that? You've been nothing but a burden to me; I'm willing to get rid of this thing whenever I want to."

"Then try it."

There was no hesitation. I slid open my bedroom window and held the item high, getting ready to hurl it as far as I could. He was right again, it was hard. I strained my arm to release the thing but I just couldn't. I wanted to let go, wanted so badly but the deepest recesses of my mind commanded me not to. It's hard to really explain the feeling. I let my arm with the item drop by my side and slumped down on my bed, defeated. He smirked.

"You never believe me."

"Why should I, you're just some stranger."

"I am your darker side."

"Well that's obvious."

His expression turned pensive for a moment. "The only way you can be rid of this item is if you can find one more deserving than you to carry it."

"Poor person on the street who can pawn it for money." "I'm afraid it is not that simple, hikari."

Of course, nothing's ever that simple, especially not with me.

"Your chances are rather slim."

"Than why did you bother telling me?"

"If that is not a service to you, than what is?"

"You leaving me forever would be a great service."

Yeah, like that's going to happen.

He chuckled, "In time, hikari, you will see."

"See what?"

"What I've done was meant to be and you will learn to appreciate it."

I felt defeated, so defeated. I was also wiry from our volley of opinions. Obviously he's here to stay and I can't do anything about it but watch and carry his consequences. He's nothing but an extra load for me to bear just when I thought I was finally spared from all my troubles.

I sighed, "At least tell me why you're here now and not before or, preferably, much later."

"You are finally settled and content with your life, is that not what the note meant?"

Oh yeah, the note. Maybe I should have burned the thing. Did he say I was finally content and that's why he's here? Figures, I should have known. I glanced at the digital clock, 2:00 AM. No wonder I'm so tired.

"Just do me a favour, retreat back into the item and let me rest."

He transparent figure faded away into nothing, again like a ghost, and the item seemed to glow for a split second. I breathed a sigh of relief and curled up in bed, for some reason foetal position. I couldn't sleep no matter how tired I was and just stared at the far wall for the rest of the night.

Afterall, he'd be back tomorrow.

End Entry


[1] "Pathetic lowlifes with boring jobs." Does anyone recognise that quote? Lisa from The Simpsons (which I also do not own) quoted it when Homer claimed to have seen an alien after drinking ten beers, lol classic.

A/N: Geez, after 11 chapters. Well at least it's done. Quite enjoyed writing this chapter actually, especially when I've been struggling so much with the other story. Hope it was elusive enough for people. Please read and review!

Replies:

Fushicho Hime: No, I'm not that smart but thanks very much for the compliment, I haven't paid that much detail to the context of this until you brought it up. I don't think any of the others commented on the style before. I guess it's just a matter of filtering out what I can and can't write when it comes to giving out too much detail. For me it's actually much easier than writing in the traditional way: third person and having a real storyline. Thanks for the review!

verdragon: You want to be fooled, that's different. Most of the others really want to know if they're right or no, lol. But thanks hope I can fool you . Thanks for the review!

inuyasha001: That last one was confusing but this one isn't too clear either. It was to be expected anyways, none of the chapters have been clear. I hope you liked it. Thanks for the review!

Amber Eyes: Your reasons are really good, I haven't thought of them. About the conversation I guess the name will have to be brought up once in a while /thinks: I should find cover-ups for those now/ but between the yami and hikari, doesn't have to. Thanks for the review!

Angel in Disguise8: /Claps/ yeah, you were the first to comment on what happened even though it didn't seem like it was too tough for you. His family did care for him very much; they each just showed it in a different way is all. Now can you guess who they are? Thanks for the review faithful inusasha.

Dark Magician Girl / Hikaru: Glad this was radiating his feelings; it was sort of difficult to do it though. Yup, any of them could get mad like that and well, just blow off some steam. Thanks for the review!

Saiyan Jedi: Nope, I never mentioned what sofu and omaasan meant and......I'll just leave it at that. Cookies for you! Hit the nail on the head. That was exactly what happened even though I can't say whether it was Yugi or not. Good to know that there were no obvious clues in that one. Thanks for the review and adding me to your favourites list!

RowenaRaven: Thanks for liking this, and yeah this person does go through a lot of thinking doesn't he? Well it's a diary, I'd like to think of it as more of a journal since this is a guy, and so people write down how they feel. Thanks for the review!