Diary of a Madman
"Hiro, what's this?" Ando was holding a small, black leather book that looked like it was years old. "It looks like a diary."
Hiro took the diary from him, inspecting it. He gasped lightly. It was…
"The journal of Takezo Kensei." Ando read over his shoulder. "I can't see him keeping a diary."
"Don't." Hiro hadn't meant for his voice to come out so irritated. "It is not a diary. It is a journal. He wouldn't like it being called that."
"Why does it matter? He's dead."
Ando hadn't meant to hurt his friend, but Hiro's silence for the next few moments was proof he had.
"It just does."
Ando decided to leave him alone about it. He flipped to a random page farther in the back of the book and began to read.
And although he betrayed me, my carp is still my koi. It is still him I yearn for. I never truly have or will want my "princess". In the end, it doesn't matter. They're both dead to me. The princess, who I cut to pieces with my sword and the carp who has left me. I'm becoming increasingly bitter with him as the days pass. He has cut my heart open and turned it to stone. I can't-"
"Close it, Ando." Hiro's voice came so suddenly, it made Ando jump a little. "Close it."
"But-"
The look on Hiro's face was so cold and detached; it left Ando with no room for argument. He closed the book, making sure to remind himself to read more about Takezo Kensei when his friend wasn't around.