There is a half-demon trapped behind those walls, much like myself. I am more sure of that than of anything else I have ever encountered in my life. In those eyes, I see the telltale signs of long isolation. Perhaps it was trapped by some priestess of old. I don't like the reminder of what used to be my life at all. I wish we could leave this place and I suspect Kagome has begun to wish that as well.
It is difficult to speak with her about my condition because she loves me so but I tried last night during the new moon. It always seems to be easier to communicate my fears during that time. I usually hate my night of weakness but this time I looked forward to it. For once I would be able to say what needed to be said. What I didn't understand was her fear. My admission was never meant to scare her. Indeed it should not have. It was our duty to investigate signs of demonic presence or malicious beings. And yet her azure blue eyes looked positively horrified after I explained the demon trapped within the cabinet and as I turned, I could've sworn the eyes that haunted my every waking hour flashed red in anger as though it was alarmed I had exposed its secret.
At night, any kind of light makes the half-demon trapped behind those eyes plain as can be. It's suffering at being trapped for so long painful to see. By daylight, however, it is more subdued. For the past few days, all I've done anymore is lay on the futon. Kagome insists it is good that I sleep as often as possible. It is a very bad habit I have fallen into I am sure but it is not as bad today as it had been.
I am concerned for my wife and the child she bears. Something isn't right. Perhaps my condition has spread. She has been acting very odd and even the other occupants, if I do see them at all, have been staring at us with a look I can't quite describe. It doesn't bother me, however, as much as it would've only a few days ago. She is stronger than I ever was or ever will be. It will not take her as it has me.
On a positive note, life has become so much more interesting now, so much more. I feel like I have a greater purpose. Kagome is pleased that I seem to be more like my old self and the sad look in her eyes is all but gone. I'm feeling better, I must admit. I'm hardly sleeping at all anymore which I feel is a great improvement.
Yet I cannot help but watch them. They are the strangest yellow eyes. It makes me think of all the foul yellow things I've ever seen.
The eyes still follow me everywhere begging me to set them free but I cannot do so when I am being watched as carefully as I am. She thinks she has hidden her presence from me but scent never lies. She is there. I know she is there. I don't understand her obsession.
It doesn't matter that she watches me. Those eyes are all that matter. There is a powerful being lying behind those eyes. He is trying to escape, I'm sure. Someone knows it's secret and it dares to hope yet no one could escape such a thing without help.
There are times I swear I have seen him when he believes no one is looking. The shadows on the wall do not lie but by the time I turn around he is gone. Though I always can see the shadow, he is able to move faster than I can turn.
Kagome has announced we are leaving in the morning. That we would leave today if we could. I only have one more night to free the trapped in that cabinet.