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March 27th. Log:

Scars. Scars. She has scars. I just...gods, I wish I could help her get away from all of this. She's the only family I have, her and Ganju. Ganju's been knocking on my door these nights, asking if she was back, and I kept pretending to be asleep and not be forced to tell him no. Sometimes he brings ( Read more... )

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24th March. Log:

Well, the dress fits, and Kimimaro said I look beautiful in it. I hope I wasn't blushing too much afterwards. I guess we'll have to wait and see what everyone else thinks about it.

That woman...I have NO idea where she keeps leaving, but...I don't like this one bit. If it is Blackheart, then...I know for sure I ( Read more... )

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March 21st. Log:

Shit. Shit. SHIT. So now it turns out I have a possible debt to Blackheart, since he bought me a dress for the fucking ball. Awesome. Just. GREAT. If what Kuukaku says is true, I'll have him on my neck for some time. That is the LAST person I want near my neck. Ever. Shit. Shit.

SHIT.

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March 20th. Log:

My bodyguard--hah, the very term still scares and amuses me--is a real vision. I was expecting something more burly, and with more muscles, coming from Kuukaku's acceptance, but...wow. He does look lean, and the few muscles I had to inspect were well developed, AND the machine gave me a run- ( Read more... )

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March 17th. Log:

Well, that was interesting. It's been ages since I killed anyone with something aside a gun. And it's ironic that it had to be people from the same gang that ruined us. I suppose that's what makes me feel less sorry for them. If I hadn't done it, who knows what--it's better not to think about the what ifs. Those ( Read more... )

I need to go out for a while. Gonna go see where the hell the twins are looking for a location. I'll take care, don't worry.

As for the rest. I'm not in the mood to chat. So fuck off.

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March 16th. Log:

The walk from the day before reminded me of two months ago. I don't miss them. I don't. They don't deserve to be missed. They don't deserve pity, or anything. But...what if...what if they weren't at home when it exploded? What if they're still alive, catching orphans and selling them to the brothel for a little ( Read more... )

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March 14th. Log, part two:

I hate it when I'm so vulnerable, especially to her. I would give my life for her, but she has to understand why I dislike the idea of a tattoo. Being treated like property...like my parents did...like some thing you can sell...I would rather die than...

Nevermind. Maybe she's right. I need fresh air ( Read more... )

[Private; unhackable]

March 14th. Log:

Reached new HQ. Impressively large. Bed is comfy. My pillows still smell like fire. I can hear the street life from here. Shishou tells me to get the fuck off my skinny ass and go get some fresh air. Her words, not mine. I don't like the street life. I think I'm still scared some employee from the brothel will ( Read more... )