My apologies for the long break. I've been fairly busy lately with my birthday fast approaching, and I nearly forgot about this fic entirely.

Note to gothic-rikku: I'm from America. Finally, something good comes out of the States...wait...what...what are you...oh, god! Patriots! They've got pitchforks! Get them away! Get them awaaaaaaaaaaay!

Disclaimer: I don't own Square or any of Square's characters. If you ever thought I did, please...put down the pipe and stop reading.

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ENTRY TWENTY ONE:

I'm still laughing over last night's revenge. I don't think Rikku quite knows about the blackmail sphere yet...she was still rather dazed when she woke up. I think she still had Moogle fur on her lips.

Me: "Sleep well?"

Rikku: "Better than you could ever imagine."

Yuna: "Wow. Must have been that new dish Barkeep made us all for dinner yesterday."

Rikku: "Yeah...must be..." -prances off, singing to herself-

Heh heh heh...whoooo. Remind me to do this more often.

Anyways, we've continued on our hunt for the Syndicate uniforms. We tracked down one more outfit on Mushroom Rock Road and another on Bikanel. I'm even wearing mine as I write this. I must say, these are some damn comfy uniforms.

Mushroom Rock Road didn't present too much of a challenge, and we even got to take a break afterwards for some hover riding. We told the attendant we were just going to go to Djose and back, but I think after three hours, she started to get a little anxious. Of course, I ended up being that way, too, since Yuna's hover blew up. Stupid anti-theft devices. So, we took them back and, as Rikku would put it, "shakey-shaked" our way over to Bikanel Island, which is where we are right now. We just finished ripping the other outfit off of Logos and his two assistants for the day, and now we're taking another break before Brother finds out and hauls us back into Crazyland.

For me, this whole "break" thing entails being away from Yuna and Rikku, for at least a brief period of time. I'm not sure where Rikku is exactly, but suffice it to say that Gippal was on the island earlier and...well, the next time I saw him, he was looking fairly tired.

Three, two, one, aaaaaaaaand...spit take.

Yuna was even easier to get rid of. The girl can't resist helping people out, so we just used her weakness to our advantage, and...

Me: Yuna, look! Other people's problems that need to be solved!

Yuna: What? Where?! Where?!

Me: Over there, on the other side of the desert, in that giant pit that's really really hard to climb out of!

Yuna: I'm on it! -runs off in her standard awkward run that highly resembles a tortoise on meth-

Ah...good times to be had on Bikanel.

-FemGoon. I mean, Paine. Whatever the hell I am these days.

ENTRY TWENTY TWO:

Alright, we've snagged the uniforms and snuck into Leblancs' hideout in Guadosalam. You know, that was actually a lot easier than I thought it would be. Either we're getting better at this whole "getting things done" gig, or the Syndicate members are really mindless. Maybe a combination of the two.

Which isn't to say that we're in the clear. Believe me, this is one awkward mission. I think Ormi is winking at me, and Rikku keeps complaining about her uniform giving her, and I quote, "one super sphere-hunter wedgie". Quite frankly, I didn't care to know. Even worse, Yuna got herself stuck in what I can only imagine as being the worst task known to Spira...giving Leblanc a massage. Rikku and I had to wait in the main hall, and from the sounds coming out of that room...well, let's just say I'm rather glad it wasn't me. I know a massage is supposed to be relaxing, but Leblanc was taking it a little too far. Wait, scratch that. WAY too far. Poor Yuna...at least she got the satisfaction of nearly snapping Leblanc's spine in half on several occasions. That bone-crunching noise every now and then didn't sound too pleasant.

You know, if it were me, I think I would have kept a lead pipe within striking distance of Leblanc's skull...just in case.

-No. Just...no.

ENTRY TWENTY THREE:

Finally finished beating up on the Syndicate. Waltz in, creepy massage, slaughter Leblanc and henchmen, waltz back out.

Leblanc in tow, of course.

Yes, it's true. She actually joined us. Just walked right onto our airship, like it didn't even matter. It's enough to make you want to punch her in the face...more than you usually do, I mean. So, at the moment, she's sitting in our engine room, waiting for us to get to Bevelle so we can save her "cutsie little Noojie-woojie". I must reiterate...eeeeech. How does Nooj even tolerate her, much less take any interest in her whatsoever? I really do pity him.

Don't worry, I'm getting my revenge...I distracted Buddy briefly by telling him that Leblanc had a metal hammer and wasn't afraid to use it on the engine. Never in my life have I seen an Al Bhed run so fast, nor heard so many curses uttered in one breath. While he was out, I tinkered with the navigation system a bit...I'd love to see the surprise on Leblanc's face when she realizes that not only is she not in Bevelle, but rather on the top of one of the Thunder Plains lightning towers. I didn't help recalibrate those suckers in my spare time for nothing, you know.

In the meantime, I'm feeling rather bored, and I just finished checking out Shinra's new computer. I've gotta tell you, of all the strange inventions Shinra's made, nothing is weirder than his newest one: it lets you view information from all over the world, whether you want to see it or not. I was just figuring out how to use it when I find myself at some weird thing which had a bunch of stories on it that people must have written, and a lot of them are about...well, us! In all my days, I have never seen a larger stack of lies than this oblivious crap. Yevon couldn't hold a candle to this stuff. It must be run by some off-beat media corporation, because some of these "stories" have the most mind-rotting collections of words ever, like some horrid tale of a life where Lulu is married to Nooj, and Gippal has a crush on Brother. Of all the mind-raping things I saw, only one was true, and it shocked me beyond all terror: my journal. Somehow, someone must have found my journal, read through, and published every last word. I can't imagine who would be sneaky, twisted, and most of all, stupid enough to read my journal, and...wait a minute.

Rikku, drop the book and back away slowly.

-I mean it. Drop it now.

ENTRY TWENTY FOUR:

You can't prove anything!

-Rikku

ENTRY TWENTY FIVE:

No, but you just did.

-You stupid idiot.

ENTRY TWENTY SIX:

...Oh, poopie.

-u.u

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Yes, that's right! I made fun of the other writers! What are you gonna do about it?! XP

Well, it's all for fun, and you should know it. It's just like what they say...the best way to laugh is to laugh at yourself. Whoever the hell "they" is.