Aya keeps a Diary!
Aya sighed and sat down at the library table having the peace and quite of this room was so much of a change from the noise of the flower shop. Sighing he pulled out a black note book. Placing it on the table along with a pencil, he stared at it with a strong hate in his eyes. But resigned his fate to ruled by the little black book he opened it and began writing.
June 29th
Dear Diary,
Yes I said diary, get over it! I have to keep one, it's ether that or I go and talk to Dr. Spatic every single fucking day of the week. Well I guess I have to say the reason why I have to have one. I'm going to go off the deep end. Everyone thinks that Ken is the berserker of the team, I really don't know, we could have a competition to see who gains that title.
Weiss just had a mission, I couple of nights ago, I ended up wading in the blood of the guards and the target. That was nothing new but apparently the look I had on my face had been one of pure delight… and I licked the blood off my sword.
When I heard that I had gone promptly to the toilet and forced my self to throw up. Getting as much as the ingested blood out of my system as I could, till Ken, being the genius that he is, heard me chucking and slammed my door down to stop me. I really don't know what his problem was I told him I was just getting the blood out of my system. I don't want to turn of to be like Yohji and get aids and the such. Though I don't even know what his problem is if he doesn't have aids he will with the way he sleeps around so much.
Speaking of which that's another one of those problems, the Dr. Spatic had told me to write about anything that would cause me stress and confusion and this qualifies as confusion. Yohji... Yohji, Yohji, Yohji. He sleeps around like a common whore, but I swear that he is trying some deep shit wooing or something. And no matter how many time I find a gift out side my door I swear it can't be him. But it has to be! That's partly why I'm so freakin confused. I'll pass him in the hall and when I reach my door there is a small black box hold some thing of value, but not something that would be considered valuable. In each box holds a pressed flower.
Currently all the flowers have been pressed roses. So far I have about 10. I just don't know what to do. I have never been romantically involved for very long and certainly never wooed before, I feel a damn woman! And I don't want to become involved with a team mate.
The only events that have been any worthy to mention in my dating experience was some big titted girl from high school and the captain of the kendo team. I broke up with her when she tried to shove her hand down my pants while we were slow dancing. The captain of the kendo and I had gone out for a bit longer and he had been my first. A few days before my parents… murder… and those events he too had been killed, as far as I know it was a freak accident. He had been walking to school when a truck run into the café behind him. The glass had shattered and flew out, hard enough the slice his head from his shoulders.
…. Great now I'm in an angsting mood. The others think that I'm always in an angsting mood, really I just don't want to talk to them about the mediocre things they do. And beside Yohji hardly talks to them either, he's too busy flirting with the woman in the shop. Damn him. Damn… him. There's another reason and this one sort of answers why I don't want to get close to him or to the team, or anyone at all.
Everyone I get close to dies.
Aya snapped the book closed and pondered where to put it. Returning home and going through the back door to avoid the fan girls he decided. He had to keep it hidden from the others but to too hidden that it would look obvious. He considered taking leaf from the manga Deathnote that he had in his book shelf. Talking a flat plank of wood Aya placed it in the bottom of the drawer after poking a whole in it's bottom.
Stepping back he admired his handy work. The Light guy had been real smart installing a false bottom to the drawer so that it would burst into flames if any one found out, Aya had just taken out the flammable liquid part of that ideas. He didn't want the place going up in flames, and he would just kill who ever tried to take it.
Turning he left the room.
Okay a few thing number one, if you think you know where this story is going trust me the next few chapters will mess you up. It is going to take a completely different then your thinking. so please bear with me as i suspend your reality.