Kira's Journal 2

Day 6

You know who really pisses me off? Setsuna. I'm making out with this girl and he comes running by like a bee had stung him on the ass, mumbling something about a sexy Pokemon secret. Which means, it boiled down to this: which should I go after, the chick, or the no-longer-a-chick dumbass that happens to be my best friend and lover in a former life? My mind was saying chick, my instincts were saying chick, and even the Little Sakuya (not the one in my brain, mind you. The lower one) said chick, and I go chasing after Setsuna.

Why did I do it? Maybe it's because I still have feelings for Alexial; I've followed her this far, after all. She just has a radiance about her, a beauty that I've always been drawn to and never been able to find in any other. She is the only one in the universe that I could love forever and have loved forever. Wherever she goes, I want to be with her; I want to stay by her side, protect her with everything I have.

Or maybe because wherever Setsuna goes, he does something insanely stupid and I want to be there to laugh at him.

Damn, and I was going to get me some Tang. Seriously, she was going to take me back to her house and make me some Tang. I love those monkeys on the can.

Later

Turns out I should have stayed with the girl. I ended up at a warehouse; a few heavenly beings appeared, and I was chopped into bits by a drag queen, but that was it, really.

The only good that came out of it was my arm getting cut off. I left it detached for the hell of it and walked around Tokyo slapping people in the face with it and challenging them to duels. You wouldn't believe how willing to fight you someone is, until they see that you only have one arm and the other is hitting them and bleeding profusely from the stump. Scared the hell out of people, let me tell you.

Day 7

When I finally did reattach my arm, it had turned a purply black and was quite stiff, so I spent homeroom chasing lower classmen, telling them that I had gotten the limb from a corpse and it was murderous.

Things only got better in class, where the teacher exempted me from a test if I promised to never show him my arm again. While everyone else was writing furiously, I spent my time poking Katou with my pen, Katou being obviously hung over and reeking of toilet water. It was great; every time I poked him he muttered something like "Leave me alone Mr. Leprechaun Man, I'm not interested in your Lucky Charms", only more slurred, and squirmed. During Bible Study, he screamed "No burning bush is going to tell me what to do!" and fell out of his seat.

It's kind of sad, really, to see someone so consumed by an addiction, but we tried to get him into rehab once. They asked him to leave when he kept stealing everyone else's Methadone and tried to smoke a couch cushion.

Later

Screamed at my dad today for no good reason, as usual. Apparently "Rocielcorp" hasn't done its job, as he most certainly still has a soul, and that soul told me I wasn't going out of the house dressed like I was. Drove off anyway and met Setsuna; he wouldn't stop bitching about being an ultra-powerful angel that had the universe wrapped around its little finger, so I gave him my pendant (Hey, if presents make chicks stop whining, then they ought to work on someone who used to be a chick) and sent him home.

Afterwards, Rociel appeared in the sky and laughed at me. Why am I the only one who can see him? Jesus, his gigantic face is looming above the city and no one says a damn thing. Considered cutting off my arm again for another laugh; decided against it and went home too. Dad started yelling about taking out the garbage so I told him where he could stuff it and went to sleep.

I wish the apocalypse would hurry up and happen; I'm so bored here, and if Dad lavishes any more of his attention, time, or money on me, I swear to God I'm going to go live on the streets.