The Unfortunate Misadventures of a Willing Hostage.
Chapter 4
Journal Entry:03. Oct 17
Dear Diary,
I can hear the unmistakable sound of crying coming from Sasori-danna's workshop.
The water damage the base sustained due to Kisame's "epic splash" has resulted in many of the walls developing mould, yellow mold,green mould, black mould, even fluorescent purple mould, and our favourite piece of firewood is not amused.
Sasori and many of his favourite puppets have begun to rot and he was forced to house his heart canister in a one-legged mannequin on wheels. The squeaking is even more annoying than the rattling sound he usually makes and has driven Hidan insane, not that the demented priest was all there upstairs in the first place. The silver haired maniac tried to commit seppuku but unfortunately for the rest of us, he is immortal, and the only good he's done is splatter blood all over his bedroom. Sir Leader Pein ordered him to scrub his bedroom from top to bottom, and being the generous individual Hidan is, he offered to threaten me to clean his room or be sacrificed to his imaginary celestial being. Psch he can go to hueco mundo, I'm a doctor ,not a Jashin damn maid. I didn't spend all those years at the Kirigakure Medical Academy to pick up after these idiots.
A sound soul dwells within a sound mind and a sound body. Ha! The body is sound, I'm not so sure about the mind and soul.
Author's Note: It's the anniversary of former 104th training squad graduate Marco Bodt's death today. Jean has been hiding in a cave mourning the passing of his best friend and possibly gay lover for the past 12 hours. We take this time to remember the sometimes forgotten freckled sweetheart and Marco, I hope that where ever you are, you'll be surrounded by beautiful women and men in bikinis. We all know how much you loved seeing men in bikinis…