It has already been two years since the Seijuro incident…

Two years since Satsuki had begun seeing the future…

"Today is a Saturday, yet I don't get a holiday like all the others downtown. What a pain,"

On Saturdays, people were usually out spending time with their families, going to this place and that. But if you were involved in military affairs, you wouldn't get even a minute of the week off because enemies could strike at any time. "Genesis Knight Brotherhood" is what they call the official name of the military forces. But ever since the new system called Genesis was explained to the army, almost a third quit. These numbers were replenished with the new program trainees and Genetica that were born over the years.

One of the many soldiers who disliked the Genesis system is the most famous hit man (or rather hit woman) Satsuki Momoi who possessed pin-point accuracy. She would always hit bull's eye, as long as the target was in her hundred meter range. From time to time she would complain how the system never gave her a day-off…

"Doesn't this place run out of paperwork?"

… And how much paperwork she had to do. Apparently, she wasn't one of the most hardworking people available. Satsuki didn't like being given information; she was more of the type who liked scouting for information on their own, and surprisingly, she never gets a detail wrong when analyzing. Usually, she'd try to dump all the papers on her workaholic Lieutenant (who seemed to do even the captain's paperwork) but she always gave up because there was a high chance that he'd figure out that she had sneaked them in his pile of papers.

Aside from all her complaints about the hierarchy, she had her own problems. She would often dream of bizarre happenings, and then these would happen the next day. It was almost like she could see the future. Suddenly someone knocked at her office door and she lazily replied "come in". Satsuki almost dropped her cup of coffee on the floor when her Lieutenant slammed the door open and closed it in the same manner. He threw an envelope that looked like it had some kind of book in it at her desk and she shakily opened it.

"A… book…?"

"It came just now. And do you know where it came from? From the Imprisonment Facility. It came from a place like that. This'll be the last time you receive a package from such a disgraceful place."

Satsuki nodded and sighed in relief when the terrifying Lieutenant exited her office and went back to his workaholic paradise. She reached for the book inside the envelope inside the envelope and was surprised to find it was kind of old and dusty. She opened the cover and nearly cursed when she saw a name written quite professionally but rather small on the top left corner.

GIYO MOMOI

'Don't tell me this belonged to my father? Wait a minute, dad are you really stupid? I haven't even found a way to get you out of prison and you've already made a bad move on Lieutenant! What if he arranges to execute you? Now that'll waste all the torture I went through during the trainee program just to get here!' She mentally screamed. A small paper that was neatly folded fell out of the book and being the curious investigator she was she opened it without hesitation.

To my daughter Satsuki,

I know that you've spent nearly all your life trying to get me out of here. I'm sorry that you had to enroll yourself in the Genesis program just to do that, and worst it seems to have consumed you. I always wanted you to live a normal life, without any involvement to the military. However, it turned out the opposite. Now that you're eighteen, it's time for you to have this diary.

This isn't a normal diary wherein you write stuff like how your boyfriend dumped you. This is a diary where we write our predictions of the future. By predictions I mean those bizarre and realistic dreams you have every night. Our family has been doing this ever since the early times. The predictions we write on it serves as the proof that our race was strong and each generation has its story. We can do this because of a special power called "intuition" that only our family has. Please Satsuki; write each of your predictions. Something bad may happen to history or even time if you fail to write even one entry. I've been told before that if the current holder fills in the last page, it will already be the end of our age. I don't want that to happen.

"The heck? I haven't seen him my whole life except for pictures all over the walls at home and this is all he gives me? A stinky old diary?"

She put the diary in one of the drawers of her desk and continued working on her paperwork as if nothing had happened.

Little did she know that she would be filling the last page of the diary…

October 12th - Dad gave me an old, dusty, and somehow worn out diary.

Lately I've been having trouble finding a cute love song for the MuraHimu chappie... if anyone knows one it would be a lot of help ^_^

And I don't own KnB.