Hello again. Yes, I pulled a FE: Shadow of Bern again and put up multiple chapters to start with. Please forgive me. I wrote them all in one day, so I figured I could get away with posting them all in one day. XD Yes, this story will take place in a rotating order of viewpoints. So far, I see no reason to divert from this formula. All right then, commence the reading and reviewing.
Oh, and if I need to tell you that I don't own AC or ASoUE, then you are a insert your own insult here.
From the commonplace book of Kit, aka K.
30 December 2005
ARRRGH! I could just about kill J right now! Not only did he sneak around my house again last night, but he was watching me today by Daisy's grave! The nerve of him! Right now, my blood is as hot as the steaming mug of tea setting on a coaster on the end table beside me.
I can usually deal with him snooping around my house. It's not as though he'll find what he's looking for. B is the only one who knows where Daisy's precious sugar bowl is, and she certaintly isn't telling–even through my persistent efforts. But I can only be mad at once person at a time.
J's snooping is unnerving, but not enough to make me really mad. What makes me mad is how he stalks me–or, excuse me, "observes" me. Observing has nothing to do with it. Observing can be done occasionally, and can be done to more than one person, as stated in the Very Factual Diatribe on Observations. No, what he does is stalking, and it makes me livid! For instance, today, just before I came back to my house–and prior to me punching him–he had been dressed in brown, with a green fluffy hat–a pathetic attempt at disguising himself as a tree. He didn't even bother to use the Veiled Facial Disguises! Not only was he dressed obnoxiously, but he was simultaneously stretching his arms to make them look like branches–an attempt that failed miserably–and writing about me!
Not only was he distracting me, but he was destroying the sacred feeling of my time at Daisy's grave. Ever since "she" forced her to leave and burned her house to the ground, I have tried to remember the friend I once had, before she was stolen from me during K.K. Slider's Very Frightful Dirge. I still remember watching from the shadows as my poor friend, devoid of her trademark umbrella in the shape of a Very Fine Doily, stood in the rain and then was forced to board the train to Timbuktu against her will.
Now, J is convinced that it was I that burned her house to ground, as well as I that possess the sugar bowl. Of course, neither is true, but never mind the truth. J can't see past the end of his philosophical nose. Heck, he couldn't even stop writing about God-alone-knows-what as I ran at him and punched him. What an idiot.
I sigh miserably now at the thought of Daisy, cooped up in some thatch hut in Timbuktu, without her friends, her precious umbrella, or the secrets contained within the sugar bowl. There was no reason for her to be parted with it. That was all B's doing, the dastardly witch that she is.
...It's snowing now. Of course it is. It always snows when I think of Daisy, for some reason. I'd like to think that "the Man", as Lemony calls him, watches over me and gives me snow to help me remember her by. It's just so pretty, and her favorite Very Fine Doily pattern was that of a snowflake...
I think I should go talk to Sydney. She and Daisy were best friends as well, and she knows a lot about snowflakes. Maybe the talk of pretty snowflakes can make even these dark thoughts sparkle.
...I wonder if Stu is still awake. He might have gone to bed early–he always has a cold in the wintertime. Maybe I'll walk over there and talk to him, if his lights are still on. I'll just have to be careful–J and B both have spies around his house, and I don't want them to make Stu leave like they did Daisy...
On second thought, maybe I'll go tomorrow. Stu said he wasn't feeling too well, so he wouldn't be going to the New Year's celebration. Maybe I'll go talk to him while everyone else is by the Wishing Well. Oh, and I could bring him some soup! Yes, that's what I'll do...