Dear Diary...
by Mortheza
Chapter One: Life is a bitch.
Ever since I was a little kid, I have worshipped Nittle Grasper and Sakuma Ryuichi all night and day. When I saw their first music video on television, I was hooked. The way Sakuma-sama moved, the way he sang, kami-sama... I was so hooked.
And I'm still, and I'm sure I'll be in the future, for the rest of my life.
Now here's the fun part of my little story. My "lovely" sister, Mika, is married to one of his band mates. It's really cool to know you have a star in your family. But Mika... She's so fucking unfair! No matter how hard or how many times I beg her to let me meet my god, always, and I mean always, the answer is no.
Her reasons are always something like, "you're a minor", "he's busy now" or "Tohma told me to say no". Tell me just how unfair that is!
I've been to their every single concert, I haven't missed any of them. I have every single one of their CD's and singles. Every. Single. One.
Heh, and how about my room then? No matter how many times the old man tells me to take all the posters down, I'm not going to do that. That'd be a sin! And you know, I've been told that committing a sin is a bad thing. So I'm not going to commit one. Take that.
I feel like killing my sister now. For Buddha's sake, we're family, can't she be nice to, even for once? Nooooo, she can't. She always has to act like someone shoved a cactus up her ass. She's got everything she wants, so does my brother. And what am I left with?
Nothing. Well, except the monk training, but like I care about it. There are far more important things in like, such as... Sakuma-sama. Yeah. Oh yeah, I've got a motorcycle, but that isn't same thing as Sakuma-sama.
I know, I know, now you think that I'm just another whiny teenager with too much hormones and all, and you're right. I am, and I have a right to be one!
I'm still wondering why the hell am I writing this? Why the hell do I have a frikkin' diary? I guess it's supposed to be something that makes me a little less... aggressive. It's a girl thing, too! So why on earth am I doing this? Oh well, it's pretty fun.
And oh yeah, my "lovely" brother is dating a guy, who got to sing a duet with Sakuma-sama. Too bad I don't get to talk to Shuichi so often, he seems like a fun guy, but since the little "incident" that happened in my brother's apartment during the Nittle Grasper video, Eiri decided that I'm not allowed to go near him. Oh how I love you too aniki!
I'm starting to sound bitter. Great. I'm a sixteen-year-old whiny teenager who's at the moment feeling so bitter and pissed I could almost explode! It's just so unfair! Okay, now I'm sounding like a little kid who doesn't get a pocky. Great. Just... great.
It's so annoying that all my relatives get to be in touch with Sakuma-sama and I'm left outside (though Eiri thinks that Sakuma-sama is rather irritating, so he doesn't actually wanna have anything to do with him).
Mika could get me a backstage pass, but is she going to do that? Nooo! Bitch.
Eiri could do the same, and I know he would do it, but then he'd have to be in touch with Tohma and he doesn't want that, so... Nothing. Abso-fucking-lutely nothing.
And even this day has been hell. The old man just walked into my room at 6:00 am and decided that it was time for me to get up so I could go to the temple and pray for next two hours, repeating the same sentence over and over and over and over again. I almost fell asleep and I had lost the count after 20.
I swear to Buddha that when I turn into 18, I'm gonna buy myself an apartment in Tokyo and never gonna come back to Kyoto. Never ever, and that's a promise. Whoa, my other hand was on Nittle Grasper's first CD when I promised, so now I'll have to keep it. Let's call that an accident, shall we? Besides, then I can decide about my own things.
Ouch, my walkman is clearly calling my name out, gotta go and listen to Nittle Grasper. Maybe I'll bitch more about my life tomorrow. Ja ne!
Okay, I'm not sure are you guys going to like this, and I'm not sure did I make Tatsuha OOC... Anyways, let me know if I should continue this!
Mortheza