Hello! Glad you found my story and I hope you'll enjoy it. Since this prologue is rather short, I'll upload the first chapter within the next few days, and after that I'm aiming to update every two weeks.
This story is rated M for language, violence, mentions of torture, and character death (I'll add more warnings if need be)
Dirt and Roses
"Never open the door to a lesser evil, for other and greater ones invariably slink in after it."
Baltasar Gracián, The Art of Worldly Wisdom
Prologue
This will probably be my last entry. I don't know for sure, but I have a feeling I won't come back from this. Animals versus Liqueur. You could probably make a shit-ton of jokes about that .. old me would for sure. But I don't have it in me anymore. That person is gone and this is too serious. People are going to die. It's going to be a fucking blood bath and there's nothing I can do about it.
Or maybe there is and I'm just too far gone to see it. Maybe I don't even care anymore.
If anyone finds this .. I really don't know what to tell you. Maybe a few words of advice?
Don't lie to the people you love.
I didn't take my own advice, and it's one of the things I regret the most. Seriously, don't do it.
What else? I really don't know, but if you're kind enough to do a dead man a few favors, I would be eternally grateful. I have letters .. they're behind the tea box in the kitchen. Yeah, I don't know why. Was as good as any other spot, you know?
Anyway, there's four of them. I wrote the names and addresses on the envelopes, so it should be easy. If you could get them to these people, that would be great.
There's one more thing, and it would mean a lot to me. If you could send a bouquet of eight sweet peas to the grave of Kuroba Chikage … I can't ever repay you, but if you'd do this for me .. you would have my ghostly gratitude.
I think old me is trying to make a comeback. Sorry about that.
I don't know what else to say. Read my journals, if you want, and make from that what you will.
My name is Kuroba Kaito. I'm a magician and a thief, and twenty-four hours from now, I'm going to be dead.
- Excerpt from Kuroba Kaito's journals