February 4, 1996
9:41 PM
Journal
Look Journal, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Sorry of not telling you what I decided, but, uh, you know how dad gets when I'm late for dinner. Man, last time I got hit so bad, right on my face too, and I had a heck of a time explaining that stupid giant purple bruise on my cheek to my buds. Anyway, back to the story. I'll start a few words before I left off. Ahem.
". . . and I just happen to be one of the straight guys. Look, I'm really, really sorry about this all, and. . .God, Kaiba, I don't what to do. I mean, what DO I do, anyways? Tell ya to move on, or something? Give you a French kiss, right here, right now, then tell ya I'm straight again, or what? Watch as you break down sobbing at my feet, knowing all along that somehow you knew I never liked you, but that you tried to convince yourself I did? What do I do, Kaiba, WHAT DO I DO!!!" I suppose I kinda lost it here. . . hehe. . . But no mind. I think that's what Kaiba needed. A wake up call, a reality check. He kinda looks at me, then shrugs his shoulders in that Kaiba way of his, then turns his back to me, climbs through the open window, settles back down on his four-poster bed, and picks up that romance novel right where he left off.
Only this time, Kaiba's crying.
And it's all my fault.
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March 27, 1996 5:07 PM Journal
Well, Journal, I've decided that this will be my last entry in you. I think I should keep this one for Kaiba watching only, and since I'm not planning to do any of that in the near future, looks like I'm through, eh?
Anyway, Kaiba and I are back on our old terms. He's been getting over it pretty well. In fact, he even has a boyfriend. That weird guy who always plays with dice. Dunno his name. Don't really care, to tell you the truth. But anyway, I think things are pretty much back to normal.
And Mokuba? God, can't help but feel sorry for the little guy. He got over the shock of it all eventually, and he and his brother are back on good terms again.
Life is good.
And so now I put down my pen, and close the cover.
Goodbye, Journal.
Thanks.
Katsuya Jonouchi
Look Journal, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Sorry of not telling you what I decided, but, uh, you know how dad gets when I'm late for dinner. Man, last time I got hit so bad, right on my face too, and I had a heck of a time explaining that stupid giant purple bruise on my cheek to my buds. Anyway, back to the story. I'll start a few words before I left off. Ahem.
". . . and I just happen to be one of the straight guys. Look, I'm really, really sorry about this all, and. . .God, Kaiba, I don't what to do. I mean, what DO I do, anyways? Tell ya to move on, or something? Give you a French kiss, right here, right now, then tell ya I'm straight again, or what? Watch as you break down sobbing at my feet, knowing all along that somehow you knew I never liked you, but that you tried to convince yourself I did? What do I do, Kaiba, WHAT DO I DO!!!" I suppose I kinda lost it here. . . hehe. . . But no mind. I think that's what Kaiba needed. A wake up call, a reality check. He kinda looks at me, then shrugs his shoulders in that Kaiba way of his, then turns his back to me, climbs through the open window, settles back down on his four-poster bed, and picks up that romance novel right where he left off.
Only this time, Kaiba's crying.
And it's all my fault.
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March 27, 1996 5:07 PM Journal
Well, Journal, I've decided that this will be my last entry in you. I think I should keep this one for Kaiba watching only, and since I'm not planning to do any of that in the near future, looks like I'm through, eh?
Anyway, Kaiba and I are back on our old terms. He's been getting over it pretty well. In fact, he even has a boyfriend. That weird guy who always plays with dice. Dunno his name. Don't really care, to tell you the truth. But anyway, I think things are pretty much back to normal.
And Mokuba? God, can't help but feel sorry for the little guy. He got over the shock of it all eventually, and he and his brother are back on good terms again.
Life is good.
And so now I put down my pen, and close the cover.
Goodbye, Journal.
Thanks.
Katsuya Jonouchi