I don't know much about Satsuki. *bows in apology* I probably messed some stuff up, so forgive me.
On a different note, if anyone out there is in the slightest interested, I am trying to get a roleplay started. Info available at http://geocities.com/aleeaw/xrp.html
Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy...
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
-Kansas, Dust in the Wind
My bastard, goody two shoes brother is at it again. Oh, wait, I'm the bastard. Yeah, that's right, I, Yatouji Satsuki, have a brother, what of it?
The annoying man that I had to call "father" adopted me when I was a baby. I was an illegitimate child of a powerful family who didn't want me since I was conceived out of wedlock. Bastards. They basically just dumped me on the streets. They were more concerned with covering up the scandal.
Of course I always had some idea that my "father" was hiding something from me. And it's hard to keep things from a hacker. Within an hour, my ten-year-old self knew everything. About my true family, my older siblings, my father that was killed before I was born.
My mother died having me. My "family" wouldn't pay for a hospital. It wasn't like they couldn't afford it. She couldn't and they could and they wouldn't pay for it. Bastards. People wonder why I hate others.
I tried to talk to my brother once, but he wasn't listening. There's a find line between being innocent and refusing to see the truth. He didn't believe me. Stupid little boy didn't believe that his family would ever do something like abandoning a child. Sorry to burst your bubble, oniichan. He learned better, eventually, and as far as I'm concerned he just got what was coming to him.
I gave up after that...gave up on people ever telling or wanting to hear the truth. I've been living in smoke for too long now. I hate people. I don't even like myself. People are boring, dishonest creatures. Machines can only tell you the truth.
I can ask Beast what my family is doing now. It will tell me exactly what my family is doing right now.
Beast says oniisan is moping. Well, I didn't need a machine to tell me that, thank you Beast. Well, grandmother (bitch) is eating dinner. How boring. But the point I'm trying to make is that Beast will never lie to me. Not like my father or family. Not like Fuuma and Kanoe do all the time. (What, do I look stupid to you?)
But what's the point of it all, anyway? It's not like there's any point to being alive. My brother will die soon, taking his own life, I'm sure. And I'm not scared to die. After all, we can't very well kill humans without destroying ourselves.
I'm ready for death.
Death, the great equalizer and the final truth.
Mou, you do know who she's talking about, don't you? ^_~; Um...well, anyway. If you take away the dye job and the glasses on Satsuki I think she looks remarkably like him. If you want to see a pic of them that I spliced together after doing that, drop me a line and I'll send it to you.
On a different note, if anyone out there is in the slightest interested, I am trying to get a roleplay started. Info available at http://geocities.com/aleeaw/xrp.html
Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy...
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
-Kansas, Dust in the Wind
My bastard, goody two shoes brother is at it again. Oh, wait, I'm the bastard. Yeah, that's right, I, Yatouji Satsuki, have a brother, what of it?
The annoying man that I had to call "father" adopted me when I was a baby. I was an illegitimate child of a powerful family who didn't want me since I was conceived out of wedlock. Bastards. They basically just dumped me on the streets. They were more concerned with covering up the scandal.
Of course I always had some idea that my "father" was hiding something from me. And it's hard to keep things from a hacker. Within an hour, my ten-year-old self knew everything. About my true family, my older siblings, my father that was killed before I was born.
My mother died having me. My "family" wouldn't pay for a hospital. It wasn't like they couldn't afford it. She couldn't and they could and they wouldn't pay for it. Bastards. People wonder why I hate others.
I tried to talk to my brother once, but he wasn't listening. There's a find line between being innocent and refusing to see the truth. He didn't believe me. Stupid little boy didn't believe that his family would ever do something like abandoning a child. Sorry to burst your bubble, oniichan. He learned better, eventually, and as far as I'm concerned he just got what was coming to him.
I gave up after that...gave up on people ever telling or wanting to hear the truth. I've been living in smoke for too long now. I hate people. I don't even like myself. People are boring, dishonest creatures. Machines can only tell you the truth.
I can ask Beast what my family is doing now. It will tell me exactly what my family is doing right now.
Beast says oniisan is moping. Well, I didn't need a machine to tell me that, thank you Beast. Well, grandmother (bitch) is eating dinner. How boring. But the point I'm trying to make is that Beast will never lie to me. Not like my father or family. Not like Fuuma and Kanoe do all the time. (What, do I look stupid to you?)
But what's the point of it all, anyway? It's not like there's any point to being alive. My brother will die soon, taking his own life, I'm sure. And I'm not scared to die. After all, we can't very well kill humans without destroying ourselves.
I'm ready for death.
Death, the great equalizer and the final truth.
Mou, you do know who she's talking about, don't you? ^_~; Um...well, anyway. If you take away the dye job and the glasses on Satsuki I think she looks remarkably like him. If you want to see a pic of them that I spliced together after doing that, drop me a line and I'll send it to you.
