Dear Diary,
Heh I sound like I'm 15 again. Man, this is so lame. Oh well, what the hell…I met an interesting cat today. Cute, too small for my tastes, but this one was definitely full of life; majorly animated. He came to my work, first 'customer' of the night, answering for Makoto, claiming to be his roommate and all that entails. Well, I wasn't sure about that part, but after his second visit, I figured it was rather likely.
At first it seemed like he was just snooping around, but after a while he genuinely seemed to give a damn about Rika's death. Granted, his mild interest became rather passionate once we learned that Makoto was snatched by the cops for it. Idiot, he always got in too deep by keeping his mouth shut when he should have talked, but that's Makoto for you, intensely passionate about the stupidest stuff and not interested enough in the welfare of his own skin. You know if it wasn't for this boy…hell…
A few days after our 'talk,' he stops by with his reporter friend and tells me about Makoto and the cops. I mentioned some guy I saw outside the hotel Rika was killed at and he freaks, demands I think of the name right there, like I remember the name of every John I see! Please, I'm not some school teach for Christ's sake!
Anyways, my answer to the kid…I reminded him that Makoto will never belong to anyone, nice of me, right? Ain't I sweet? heh you know what his answer is?
"Kubo-chan belongs to Kubo-chan. But, everything that belongs to Kubo-chan also belongs to me."
HAH!! And he said it with a straight face…man, it had to be him, huh? That punk kid could get through Makoto's armor when no one and nothing else could. When we first met, I really thought he was the one, but than he beat my 'boyfriend' 'bout to death with a steel pipe. All while coldly smiling, like he was reading the damned funny pages! But no, this kid, Mr. Michel Jackson wannabe, got in…got close…closer than I ever could.
It hurts a bit, you know? To think that this 'lost cat,' as Makoto calls him, was better than me. But, I've seen them around since then, in the arcades, sometimes in Chinatown, when their together, Makoto has this really soft, almost human, look in his eyes. Even though it hurts a bit, I'm still really happy. If this kid can show that boy some real love for once, I'd do him myself, my charge. Heh but I think that's already taken care of. I wish them the best…I really do.
Love,
Anna