Twenty-first Entry
December 24, Saturday, 2.05 PM
Dear-
Screw that.
This can't be happening, this can't be happening, holy bloody hell.
Let me get you straight into the heat of this mess. I'm in a car, Sasori's. He's driving. And I was just informed that we're going to spend Christmas with Tsunade.
You think I'm joking, right? Har har, I'm in such a humorous mood that I'd murder half the town just to laugh. At first, I thought he was joking too, but when I realized he was serious, I was all like WTF, you can't be serious.
I told him that I had no intentions of seeing that bitch again and that I'd rather spend the following days in the car than set a foot inside her house. He said that he'd talked to Tsunade and the whole point of this visit was for us to make up. I said I'd only make up with her if she apologized first for mercilessly cutting me off like that. I mean, I nearly committed suicide! Hadn't it been for Sasori. Sasori said that we would see how things turned out.
Now that I think about it, the fact that Tsunade even agreed to see us, me, has to mean that she has forgiven me to some extent. Otherwise, I doubt she'd bother even letting us in. So maybe there is a good side to all this.
On the other hand, I'm pretty scared of seeing her after all this time and I'm not sure how eager I am to forgive her. To that, Sasori replied with "You'll forgive her. She's family. And don't worry, I'll protect you from her, should that be necessary."
Either he thinks he's very funny, or he doesn't know Tsunade at all. Hm… the latter.
Anyways, all in all, to sum up this bullshit, I'm gonna die. My funeral tomorrow at 4. I'll ask Sasori to bring you along, dear diary.
See you,
(or not)
Deidara
(Like Suicide by Seether)