A/N: Next chapter! Again, this doesn't take place in the Star Fox timeline. Please keep that in mind. I don't think I need to go into much detail as to what this chapter is about. If the title doesn't give it away, I'm not quite sure what does. But anyway, yes it's a look at Shane's diary but it's only a brief look at it. This is actually a little different from my writing style. When I'm referring to Shane's diary the ENTIRE text for that segment will be in italics.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Star Fox, Nintendo and/or Rare do. Any relation to my original characters in anyway is entirely coincidental

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Chapter 3: Shane's Diary

"How far back do you suppose it goes?" Krystal wondered out loud. She flipped through it a bit and noticed that there were no dates listed but instead they were just logs. Who doesn't date their logs?

She looked at the cover and noticed the year 1018. The year had passed seven years ago. Obviously it was before he was turned into a fox. Maybe it would reveal what Shane wouldn't. When Krystal finally stopped on a page and eyed it differently, there actually were dates. Shane had written his differently. He wrote the ay, then the month and finally the year. How odd.

Fox took the "Diary" away from her and flipped through. Nothing but words throughout the entire thing. "It's like a grade-school student. He isn't consistent. Look at the dates." He flashed one that was on 18 of October 1018. The next entry was a month later and they weren't even long to begin with. "Obviously he uses this for free-writing." Fox said.

Truth was told at that. How old was Shane back then? He wasn't that much older than Fox. Two years perhaps? Of all the things that anyone had ever asked Shane, his age never came to ANYONE'S mind. How old exactly was he?

The diary was rested in Fox's paws now and he was about ready to read a bit. "This isn't such a great idea. Maybe we should actually respect his privacy." Krystal suggested.

"The last time I wanted to respect his privacy I found out a deep dark secret that I never wanted to by sneaking in here, remember?" Fox reminded her. He still had nightmares of walking into Shane's east wing and finding the horrible sight. He'd probably soon forget it.

Fox slid into the chair pushing Krystal a little to the side. "Let's read it together." He said.

Krystal still didn't fully agree but she always wanted to find out just exactly WHAT Shane was as a human. She didn't find out much about his human life and Shane had refused to talk to her about it. But Krystal was soon going to find out that some things were best left unknown.

***The 17 of October 1018

It's a long slow day in this run down cabin of ours. I wish we could just move out one day and that would be the end of it all. My father killed a dear today and for some reason he seems to want to keep the furs of the animals he kills. He won't exactly explain why to me…he just does.

My father is probably the only man whom of which I like. He detests the presence of others just as I do. Perhaps that's where I get it. I feel sorry for us sometimes. He only goes to the village of Earth on rare occasions, and that's to buy food. He told me that when he moves on I'm to take the animal furs to the village and auction them off. I didn't question why.

My father is taking me hunting for the very first time tomorrow. Maybe I'll make a good clean kill. Or am I just going to observe him? Who cares as long as I get to see how he does it I'll be fine.

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That was the end of the first "log" it seemed. "He sounds so much younger than he is even now." Krystal commented. "But why was it a month between his entries? If he went hunting the very next day why did he--"

Fox had already flipped the page and the date was the 17 of November. Reading the first line Fox could tell, "Because he didn't go hunting is why." He wanted to read on in the diary but Krystal stopped him. "What is it?"

"We shouldn't be doing this. It's in the past and for that it shouldn't matter…should it?"

"It's a closer look into Shane's life. It could explain a few things and maybe we'll find out why this happened to his home."

Krystal considered that but from the first entry alone she wasn't sure if she wanted to know more about Shane's past. "But it's not important anymore. This entry was seven years ago. It was three years before he became a fox, how does that help us to know him better?"

The vixen had a point at least but Fox did nothing to comment. "Let's read this one at least. Then maybe we could head off to Zoness and return it to him. Can we agree on that?"

"Agreed." Krystal nodded with a smile.

***17th of November 1018

My father never took me hunting on the nineteenth of October liked he'd promised. But he still taught me how to hunt nonetheless. He seems to be growing sicker by the day now and he tells me that I shouldn't be surprised should I be on my own soon.

I hate my father sometimes. I wish he would just leave me alone. I'm not blind you know. I can see him struggling to breathe everyday and yet he constantly tries to tell me it's nothing. Yet he still throws in that "don't be surprised if you're on your own" someday crap.

He didn't even remember my birthday that passed two nights ago. He doesn't seem to notice me ever since he started staying in bed all the time. Just a month ago he was fine and suddenly it's hard not just to breathe, but also to get his lazy ass out of bed.

I hope one day to move out of this dismal cabin. The man just a few yards from here that lives in a mansion will soon pass away. Perhaps I could persuade him into giving me that mansion. But it won't work; I'm just some stupid kid in his eyes. Bah! I'm eighteen now, that's considered an adult is it not? Around these times even fifteen is considered to be an adult.

Anyway, the past month was nothing that I want to endure again. From the small village due south of us the stupid animals still don't get anything through their heads. These woods don't belong to such life! They don't do us any good except to provide food for us. With as many as my father has killed, they still keep coming. Father doesn't even have to buy food much anymore.

But for some reason my father keeps the fur from the animals and is still telling me to go and sell them when he is no longer here. I'm to auction them off in Earth but he won't tell me why I should do this. What's so great about animal fur anyway?

Anyway, I'm getting off the topic. In the past month was something I don't want to endure. I caught dog running around in the woods the other day and he didn't look like much of anything. He seemed old and frail. Not only that but he had no meat on his bones at all. Stupid dog!

One day I took my father's dagger and went into the woods one day to see if I could find that dog. If I killed him then maybe I could show my dad I'm just as good a hunter as he is.

Well, I ran into this dog one day and he was still old as hell and was still frail. He greeted me with a find "How are you?" But that didn't stop me from taking a swing at him. I was careless I have to admit, it turned out this dog wasn't stupid. He knew that I had the dagger and he knew he'd have to defend himself. For an old dog he could certainly move fast.

I ended up getting bitten and my dad freaked out! He was scared that I was going to get rabies or something. I didn't know what rabies was at the time since my dad didn't want to send me off to a school of any kind. He had taught me a lot of things but somewhere along the way he forgot to teach me about disease and medical treatment. At least HE knew what he was doing to treat me.

Unfortunately there is no "real" cure for rabies so if I had rabies something would surely happen to me. As it turned out it was nothing and the doctor at Earth I saw said I was probably bitten by a healthy dog. How can any animal be healthy? Nothing that stirs around in it's own waste could possibly be "healthy."

I hope I never have to see that doctor again. My dad told me that if I wanted to hunt so badly he'd teach me. The first thing he did was give me his dagger and told me that wherever I go I should keep it with me. I knew I'd probably need it at some point in time but for the time being…

That was all that happened in the past month really. Besides my dad getting sick. He has some sort of lung disease that prevents him from breathing right. He refuses to see the doctor; how messed up is that?

I get one little bite and I'm off to the doctor before I can even take a look at it! My dad suddenly collapses on the floor and its…nothing? I'm not an idiot and I'm not blind. My father is going to die one day and it'll probably be soon.

***

"It almost makes me want to feel sorry for him." Fox said a little upset. "What an ignorant human he was."

Krystal couldn't believe it either. She kept to the fact that it was in the past and advised Fox to do the same. "Even if he was like that, it was seven years ago. We didn't even know he existed then."

Fox knew she was right but didn't say anything nonetheless. There was still a part of Fox that didn't like Shane much. He was still getting used to the fact that Shane was no longer human but reading the diary fueled him a bit. Fox had a tendency never to forget the past and this might not be an exception. This wasn't even HIS past.

"Alright, we read the entry now let's return It to him."

"Wait." Fox turned the page and looked at the next entry that began with the words: My father passed away and all is right in the world. "Just what kind of human WAS Shane?"

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A/N: That's it for that chapter. I know what the summary says but in order to live up to it I think we need to learn more about Shane's past. Wolf will have his little moments too but they're mostly flashbacks.