~Diary of an Original~

Once upon a time there was a Replica. This story has absolutely nothing to do with that Replica, since this story is all about his Original and the secret diary he kept. Asch the Bloody, the Original was called. He cared not for his old name of Luke fon Fabre and so allowed his Replica to keep it. Not that Asch would ever call his Replica anything other than Dreck. However if your reading this, you probably already know the tales from the abyss and so on with the story at hand.

Asch had just finished yelling at his Replica for what seemed like the thousandth time. He rubbed his forehead and decided to sit under a nearby tree to rest for a moment. He sat and looked around. Seeing that noone was nearby, Asch took something out from inside his uniform. It was a very small book of sorts, a journal perhaps. It was thin and light so noone would be able to tell he had it with him, even if that person were to jump all over him. It was a blackish color and was locked tightly across the middle with a strap that had a lock. It seemed like only a key could open such a thing. A key only the owner of it would possess. Asch looked around again to double check that noone was near him and took out a small tiny gold key from around his belt. He undid the lock and the pages were revealed to the world.

"Humph… That damn Replica….", muttered Asch to himself.

Asch took out a pen from within the book's bindings and started writing. He glared at the pages as he wrote down how stupid his Replica was being today.

~Dear diary,
Today that Dreck was extra annoying. Instead of bothering his little friends, he decided to bother ME. Why me? Always clinging to me, screaming my name… Running up and jumping on my back… Tch… Doesn't he know how busy I am? He should go bother his friends since he likes them so much.~

Asch paused and sighed.

"…. More than me at least…", he thought.

"TCH! What am I thinking?", he said outloud.

"I don't care if he likes me…."

He sighed again.

"…Maybe that's not-…."

He looked as if he suddenly figured out something. He leaned back and rested his head against the trunk of the tree. He shut his eyes for a moment to think deeper. After awhile he leaned his head back forward and glared at his surroundings. He made sure for the third time that noone could be seen. He then hunched alittle more over his diary and wrote down his discovery. A short time of writing passed, Asch put his pen down, and shut the diary. He made sure it was locked tightly. He stood up and dusted himself off. He went to put the book back in it's usual hiding spot, but froze when he heard a rustle from the leaves in the tree above him. Before he knew it, his dairy was whisked away right out of his hand.

"Your secret diary huh?", said the voice of a teenager Asch knew far too well.

Asch turned around and glared at the green haired boy.

"Return that to me now, Sync.", growled Asch.

Sync chuckled and looked at him. He was wearing a smirk on his face.

"You shouldn't bring it out and write about your "Dearest" Replica where anyone could read it then.", he taunted as he took a closer look at it.

Asch took a step closer, wanting to reach out for the diary, but Sync moved away more as a reaction to his movements.

"Heh… Aren't these for little girls who want to talk about the boys they like?", said Sync as he smirked more.

"Tch… Shut up and give it back to me!", Asch yelled, taking another step towards him.

"I wonder what HE would say if he knew his angry original kept one of these things… Heh and that his name was on every single page…", Sync said, his smirk growing wider still.

Sync took another step away as Asch moved nearer. Sync wasn't done playing with Asch just yet and Asch knew Sync wasn't just going to give it back so easily. Asch moved and went to take it back by force, but Sync jumped away.

"HA! You know you can't catch me! Why even bother trying?", Sync taunted as he disappeared into the alley between two houses and walked off further into town.

"DAMMIT SYNC!", shouted Asch as he ran after him.

The town was crowded today due to some sort of event downtown. Asch hated crowds and so refused his Replica's invitation to whatever it was. He suddenly regretted that decision in more ways than one. He had to find Sync in this mess of people. He cursed under his breath as he looked. He saw Sync and his little smirk from across the crowd. Asch went after him, managing to make his way through the crowd with little trouble.

Asch got to the area where Sync had been standing only to find that Sync was no longer there. He looked around and Sync was now standing further away. Asch continued this game with Sync until he saw Sync standing in an alleyway with his back to him. Asch moved quietly behind Sync and grabbed his shirt collar before he could escape again.

He went to grab his diary from Sync's hand, but Sync moved it at the last second. Asch ended up hitting the diary, sending it flying into the middle of the street. Both Asch and Sync stared at it. Asch moved passed Sync and went to head out into the street to grab it, but a series of carts appeared suddenly and blocked his path. Asch had to wait until the carts finished moving.

"Huh? What's this?", said a voice similar to that of Asch's.

Sync smirked when he realized just who had found it. Asch's eyes widened when he heard that copy of his voice.

"Oh~ no~ Luke! It looks like someone lost their diary!", shrieked a young girl.

"Oh that's just so horrible… To lose one's diary like that!", spoke a very concerned sounding female.

"You should find them and return it to them promptly. They are probably out searching for it.", said a serious sounding woman.

"Unless they don't know it's gone missing yet…", said a young man.

"Tsk Tsk… What a shame. It's a terrible thing to lose one's thoughts… Even more so when they are on paper, where anyone could read them.", said the voice of a middle aged man.

The carts finally moved out of the way. Asch looked in horror as the one person he didn't want to find it, picked it up off the ground.