Dear Journal,

I saw him sitting in the shop today. His short blonde hair was falling in his eyes; my finger just ached to put it right. I sat there looking at him, look in to those blue pools that can tear into ones soul. Now I sit alone in my room longing for him. I want to see that soft skin that lies beneath his fighting gear. I wish I could feel his soft cares. I truly want to know what he taste like. In my hart of harts I know that I can never have him, because I like he am a killer, so I can never love. If we did come together it would hurt the team and I cannot put them in danger for the sake of love. I don't even know that Omi feels the same way I do and I can't think of a way to find out. I must love him from a far. He is my one and only love, so young and innocent.

Love,

Aya

Aya closed the fuzzy black book. He got up from his bed and walked over to his desk. He put the book into the desk drawer and locked it. Then he left his room and went down stares to watch Sailor Moon with Omi.

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Yohji and Ken crept slowly into Omi's room. Yohji went to the desk and picked up the black book with the red dragon on it.

"Hurry up he might be back any minute." ken said in a whisper.

" Got it, lets go."

They ran out of the room with the book.

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Weiss: ok how do you like that twist? Please R&R. J