Note: This goes off of the anime's canon, because I don't like the manga canon for Sai. :/ I WOULD rant about how pissed off I am about it (I read it on Wikipedia, LOLLLLL) but I don't want to ruin it for anyone. Just know that I am REALLY UNHAPPY. I like this version a lot more. A LOT more.

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Entry 1

..1 Week

Hi there. My name is Sai. I don't really know why I have this journal—I guess because Yako-nee told me I should. See, I lost my memories. All of them. I didn't even know who I was or what my name was. But Yako-nee was there when I woke up, and she helped tell me who I am.

Yako-nee is my big sister, and one of the most famous detectives in the world. I'm still not sure what a detective is, but it's really, really neat to have a big sister who's famous all around the world for something. I think. I mean… I don't really have a lot of background to go off of.

Oh… I just asked Yako-nee what I should put in this thing, and she says what I look like would be helpful. So… I guess I'm Yako-nee's height… 5' 5" maybe? And my hair is really light, a sort of purpley-gray. Mostly white though. Or light gray. It's hard to decide. My hair is short but longer than Yako-nee's, and it has a little bit of volume. Um… I have two braids on either side of my face, really thin little ones. I have… a cute face? I don't know.

I sleep on the couch in the big front room of Yako-nee's apartment. It's not like she didn't try to give me a room, but it just felt so claustrophobic. I don't like being in boxes. The big room in the apartment is all I can stand.

My favorite part of the house is definitely the window—the world looks so big out there. The more I stare out the window, the more closed-in this box feels. But Yako-nee doesn't want to take me outside; she says that I just lost my memories; I should stay safe indoors. I really like Yako-nee; she's really nice to me, and she cares about me. So I do what she says. Like this journal. I don't want to write in it, but Yako-nee said I should, so I will.

This journal… I can't help but feel suspicious of it. One of Yako-nee's reasons for why I should keep this journal is that so, no matter what, even if I lose my memories again, I'll always have this record of my time and feelings and thoughts and whatever other drivel Yako-nee said. Sorry, I shouldn't call what Yako-nee says drivel—she's just trying to do the best for me. But… I just lost my memories a week ago—it's unlikely that it'll happen again, isn't it? I mean, people don't lose their memories all the time, do they? Although… the only people I know are Yako-nee and the people I see on the TV. So how would I know…

Oh, it's time for dinner. I guess I'd better go before Yako-nee eats it all. Again. It seems kind of funny to me that, although Yako-nee can eat more food than ten people combined, she's a vegetarian. Oh well. Good bye.