Flying back through the window in his room in the Tower, where he's still staying, he drops quickly onto his bed and buries his face in his pillow. Silent sobs shake his small frame. Then he gets up and wipes his face. Turning, he grabs his diary off the table and writes another entry.

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Mamoru sat on his bed in Titan Tower, and pulled a thick book out of his bag. Pulling a pencil from a drawer he opened the book and began writing.
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I love playing a five year old!! You get to break super-heroes' brains!! WoOt!! Lol.

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Mamoru stands outside the door of his apartment, now five years old, screaming at the door, and kicking it. He lost his key and can't get in ( Read more... )

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Excellent! Thought Mamoru as he slammed the door to his apartment again. I ask her a question and she says I'm pushing her! What the hell?! Opening his room door with such force that it slammed into the wall, he stalked into his room and flung himself into a chair. Before he knew what was happening, he closed his eyes and visualized himself in the ( Read more... )

*He runs into his apartment looking excited, and slightly scared* I think Rosie loves me. I'm gonna ask her. She should be along soon. *Sits down to wait*

Got drunk,passed out and slammed my head against the corner of my bedside table. Rosie got me something to eat and and icepack for this stupid bruise. Maybe I shoulda listened to her and not gotten drunk. Not like I'm under any obligation to listen to her, but it might have been good advice. Really, I have to get out and do something fun...by

He slammed the door, hard, as he stormed back into his apartment. The stalked into the small kitchen and swung the fridge dorr open so hard it slammed aginst it's hinges, and grabbed the bottle of tequila sitting there. He didn't care if it killed him quicker, he'd drink it anyway. Not bothering to get a glass, he took a long pull from the bottle ( Read more... )

Mamoru slumped down onto a chair. Alone...Who cares... He thought. He'd just live life like he had before he met her. Alone... His mind seemed intent on taunting him with the knowledge that he'd lost that precious part of him. He looked at the capybara that lay on the floor, Rosie had forgotten to take him when she left. He picked it up and let it ( Read more... )