Perspective of Shizuo Heiwajima:

Dear Diary,

Last night was one hell of a night. So I'm juss sittin' here, in the fucking middle of the night, at the corner of this random ass house, somewhere outta the city lights, and this BITCH walks up out of fucking NOW WHERE. I shit you not. I'm just sittin' there, puffin' on muh cigarette, and WHAMBOLAMBOLAM! Bitch walks up an' starts talkin' ta me. Like, what the hell is that.
Skipping the soft shit—

So anyway, I suckered her into taking me to dinner at Russian Sushi and THEN I end up payin' fer myself. WELL SHIT. I wouldna' said nothin' if she had'a said I was payin' like God damn. 'Scuse my language momma. So—

We just sittin' there, 'bout ta walk off an' go home, an' this bitch reaches up and kisses me on the damn cheek. I thought I was gonna get a boner right then and there, sheeeiiit. It surprised the hell outta me, man. Like would ya' know anybody'd wanna kiss on me? The "Monster of Ikebukuro"kissed? Hell yes. I got kissed right smack on the cheek. She smelled good too. Even though I hadn't been kissed on in a while, it sure as hell felt good. UNTIL SHE FUCKING COMMENTED ON MY GOD DAMN BLUSH. Like, what the hell, girl? You kiss me out nowhere and 'spect me not ta be shocked, in the least at that. Well shit.

THEN—

I made a damn sorry excuse 'bout havin' ta feed my cat. Shit. I don't have a cat. This is gettin' long and I gotta be at work at the bar in 'bout a half an hour. I'm so done with life.

-Shizuo Heiwajima writ this day, 5/22/13

I took a shower and got myself cleaned up for work, cleaned my shoes and put on my bowtie. Strict policy of the club I work at. I walked to work and took a key out and opened up. All I had to do is get the chair off the top of some tables an' turn on the "Open" sign by 6:00pm . I got ever'thin' done by then, of course. Tonight we had some strippers comin' in, oooo-hooo-hoooo. This is gone be a busy and good night.

"Welcome and goodevenin'," I said from the bar, bent over getting' some beer out getting' ready to take orders.

"Why, thank you. I'll have a pitcher of beer," the old man, a usual, with a greying beard and short military style hair cute said. His wrinkles were startin' to look worse. He musta caught wind of her cheatin' on 'im… Again. I feel sorry for the poor guy.

"Give me a minute and I'll have it right up, Sir," I said out of habit. I poured it into a pitcher and set 'im outta glass and slid it down the coun'er.

The music was starting to thump and people started to arrive. I was basically the manager. Not that I never really needed to manage much. But tonight, since them strippers 'er gone be in, I'll prob'ly have to separate some perverted, little men and throw 'em outta the club. Tonight might be more a nuisance than I thought at first.

"Shizu-channnn~" a little somewhat familiar voice sang.

What. The. Hell.

"What'd ya' like?" I said a bit too harsh than I shoulda.

"I don't drink." I was looking down so I had no clue whose voice this might be. "I thought I'd come visit Shizu-chan after our little date—

WAIT. HOLY SON OF A FUCK. I KNOW SHE DID NOT JUST SHOW UP AT MY WORK. HELL NAW. THAT IS TOO DAMN FAR.

Last night…" Sophei-chan said.

(Sorry this is all I had time to write. I know it's REALLY short but bear with me. ALSO—

Don't expect an update until at least the 26th if not later. I'm gonna be outta town.. so… Hope you liked Shizuo's perspective and diary and the little medieval way he said "writ this day," and everything. The accent is supposed to be southern. And it should be pretty accurate for some people. I am southern after all, so I know the mannerisms of a lot of southern people. I really hope you could understand it. I know some that speak and cut off more letters outta a word than that. Even me… But I wanted everyone to be able to remotely read it so… Make sure you review and follow/favorite! If you don't have an account make one! –Shizzy Hitsu-chan )