Dear Nene,

Back again. I've decided to write down those things I thought were too personal.

I cut myself. And, I'm not some psycho-mental case who thinks that if they cut themselves that the internal pain of life and disappointment will be repaired, I just…do it. Every morning, before I'm barely awake, I take a small, hardware blade and make one, shallow, two inch long cuts on each arm. No big deal. No crying, no staring at the blood as if life's secret of misery would be revealed, no traumatic emotional down pour.

If you haven't figured it out, I live alone. Okaa-san died, ironically, also from an OD on heroine and dope. Chichi-san left after I was born. That's how I got the jagged cut on my neck. He was a boozy, and had a bad habit of throwing things. He tossed a broken beer bottle at my okaa-san, who, incidentally, was behind my crib. An edge caught my neck, and I almost died at the age of two weeks from blood loss.

Enough about those baka mikiris. I really have nothing else to write about.

Today, I faced academic embarrassment, if you wanna know. I was sitting in Biology, and we were discussing the effect of alcohol and drugs on one's physique. I was just writing, minding nothing but the text book I doodled in, and the sensei called out my name. I looked up, and he said, " You know all about the effects of hazardous substances, don't you?"

I think I'm gonna skip tomorrow.

Sayonara,

Kawa

Shaking his head, the koorime folded the page top back and slipped the journal into the dark folds of his cloak. He had started to create a mental image of the girl, Kawa.

He assumed she had long, straight black hair, usual in a simple bun or left down. In his mind, she wasn't very tall, and her dark, olive green eyes were most of the time glazed over in deep, philosophical thought.

" Hiei?" A voice snapped him from his thoughts, and he stared into a pair of identical eyes to his own.

" I'm fine, Yukina-san," he said quickly, leaping off the windowsill. He did not notice the small book falling from his cloak as he walked from Genkai's temple, and Yukina picked it up, fingers tracing over the engravings.