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~abloodyfate

Yami POV

We arrived at a big building, A house right? He took me into te big house and offered me a seat. I sat down where he offered.

"I will be right back, I'll go make some tea." The boy said to me walking out through sliding doors.

I sat and waited for about 10 minutes at the least. He came back with the tea on a tray and layed it down on the small table, and then he sat down beside me, passing a empty cup. He starts to pour the tea into the cup. This boy was giving me tea and doing nice things for me. I must know his name.

"Um.. What's your name?" I asked.

"Kyo, I don't know my last name... And yours?"

"Oh.. Um.. Yami.. I don't know my last name either. Sorry."

"That's fine, so how old are you?"

"M-Me?.. W-Well.. I really don't know actually.."

"Oh, sorry.. Well, I'm 18." He smiled.

I couldn't stop staring at his horns. I can't belive I'm face to face with someone like me. As I finished my tea, me and him were talking about our past. I told him I couldn't remember much because I felt brainwashed in that big room I was locked in.

Kyo POV

"Kyo, what was your past like? I can't remember mine. But I'm curious about yours." Yami asked me in a nice manner.

I hesitantly started to tell her about my past. "... I grew up in a small city. My parents didn't love me because of these horns on my head. They treated my friends better than me. In fact, I really didn't even have friends. I was lucky if I got a friend.. But they all ended up hating me because of my horns. I hate these things on my head. They're a curse and I hate them. My parents abused me growing up, I got slapped around and was told to do everything and clean the house. I got left overs of food. Not a meal.. left overs. They usually fored themselves to eat so I had nothing. I usually had to steal food from the school I went to, just so I have food. This all went on till I turned 18. Once I turned 18, I left.. and came here." I looked over at Yami, she was crying. "W-Why are you crying?"

"B-Because.. You've had such a sad life, Kyo. I'm so sorry." She cupped her face.

Was it okay I told her about my past? I've just met her and I'm already telling her about myself and how I grew up. And she can't even remember the faces of her own parents and besides that, her age. She only remembers when she was thrown into that Institute to now. I feel so sorry for her, but I think she's had it worse than me to be honest. But it's hard to tell, I think we both are even.