Hi there ! Here is the sixth chapter of the story ! I hope you enjoyed the latter one, and you will enjoy this one as well !

February, 1st

Dear Diary,

Last week-end, Anego told me she wanted to go to the pool. I told her I didn't know how to swim (which is true), but she insisted so much I couldn't refuse. Kyuubei, Otsuu, Sa-chan also came along.

The moment they saw me in my swimming suit was obviously the moment they saw my brother's signs of "affection" : a footprint on my back (I was in his way), several bruises from pinches. Hard to pretend it was from a fall, but I couldn't tell them the truth.

Anego told me that such a situation was all but normal, and that I had to talk about it before something really bad happened. I told her I wasn't ready for that yet, and she said she understood and that she'd always be there to talk. I haven't reached yet the point of no return, the situation at home is still bearable and I don't want Kamui to be in trouble – Papi's reputation would take a blow and I can't just do that to him. Anego is right : one day or another, it'll be too late. I just have to hope I will react before that day.

February, 8th

I don't know whether it's because of the pressure, of my small depression due to the discovery of a photo album where my sister and I were kids with our parents, or because of China's splint on the hand, because she "accidentally hit her finger on a door", but I've been worked out the whole day, and now I'm excluded for three days. Had not Ginpachi-sensei been there, things would have gotten worse for me, I bet. But I'm pretty sure he's more aware of the situation than what he tells. This guy is a failure as a teacher, but as a human being, he is the one who cares the most about his student.

Still, I might have broken someone's nose today. And it might not be an accident.

Let's say I had the advantage of taking them by surprise. I noticed Takasugi, Kamui and their friends circle a small group of first years, because one of them had bumped on Takasugi. While they were joking about how they would punish this boy, I tapped on Kamui's shoulder, and I threw my fist right in his face. I'm skilled enough in fighting to dodge the hits he was throwing at me – and so was Takasugi, who managed to hit me in the ear, disorientating me. If the teachers didn't chose this moment to interfere, I probably wouldn't be here to write those words...

Not that I'm regretting anything. If only I could, I would destroy these guys right away.

And I didn't even have to time to cover China's books with jelly.

February, 14th

Dear Diary,

I never hated Valentine's Day so much. I woke up early to cook chocolates. Some for my friends, some for Ginpachi-sensei (who threatened me to put me a zero if he didn't have any), and some for the Sadist. I had to thank him for my brother's nose, that's just starting to deflate, and I couldn't be more grateful to him for punching this bastard. Any change on his expressions were painful and I spent a whole week without seeing him and without being hit even once. He wakes up late and is kipping classes.

But not today, as it seems. I let the chocolates cool down while I was brushing my teeth, and when I got back he was there. Chocolate smeared over his face. And not a single treat on the table. He greeted me with a "Nice you cooked me those! Going back to bed, see ya!". And that was the final straw.

How weird to think that I took every hit, every insult without a word, but just seeing him reducing to nothing what took me so much time, and was meant to my friends, made me going berserk. I threw my leg right at his family jewels. I went to my room, took a bag, threw clothes, toothbrush, toothpaste, and this diary, and I left. He didn't say a thing. Just watched me leave. For the moment, I'll just go to school. Tell Anego the truth. The Sadist too, I think.

There's no way I'd live like that anymore.

February, 15th

Yesterday, I received lots of chocolate. Like every year, I guess. But when China arrived, eyes full of tears, telling she wanted to give some to everyone but her brother ate them all, the only thing I could think of was that she made some for me too. And probably not poisoned ones.

The other big thing was that she asked Shimura if she could talk to her about what was going on at her place. Things are finally going to change. Shimura told me she took some pictures of China's bruises; now that she talked we will be able to speak to the teacher. And to a social assistant. Maybe even to the police. Things were slowly setting off.

This morning, together with Shimura, she came to see me and told me everything.

How her brother always ignored her. How she never cared. How he changed since he met Takasugi, how he became violent. How he pulled her hair every day, pinched her, hit her. She told me she tried her best to see the good on him, because he was her only brother. Unique. Irreplaceable. She couldn't stop loving him, no matter how horrible he was to her.

She told me all this with a trembling voice, Shimura holding her hand. My fists were clenched and I felt like killing Kamui. She told me she wanted this all to stop.

And I promise it will.

Aaaand I've got bad news. I'm dropping this story.

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Okay just kidding! It's just that next chapter will be the last one! Please be here to read it :3