Hello again people! I've started to run out of ideas for who's diary entries to write for, so I'd appreciate any suggestions. You can also request if you'd like me to stop writing the entries and just get on with the sequel, because I need to know when you people will get tired of reading the prequel… Yeah… Oh, and Kudos to all the people who reviewed the past entries, I really appreciate your comments (glomps all past reviewers)
Brooklyn's Entry:
Good Day to you, Monsieur Dairy.
Ah, you must wonder why after so long I have once more pursued you in the interest of expressing my thoughts in the form this rather dull black ink. Honestly, have you ever seen an ink so dull that you'd think a slug far more interesting? In any case, I have not, thought I did glimpse a rather adorable little sparrow the other day, and it seemed rather focused on a tiny little garden snail.
Oh, yes, the matter that brought me back to my diary in the first place. You may recall, Monsieur Dairy, I mentioned a rather interesting boy by the name of Kai several entries before this. If you do not, for which I see no reason to occur seeing as the words containing such information have already been ingrained into your flesh, I think I'd best repeat it.
Kai is my greatest enemy; not because I have lost to him countless times, nor the other way around, but because I envy him beyond all the possible boundaries of human emotions. He has such a spirit as I will never know, nor ever encounter in this lifetime ever again. It is a pleasure to be around him, though more often than not I find myself being scrutinized. It seems only he has the ability to pry off the masks that everyone wears.
I do believe that Kai deserves to be so respected and feared; he deserves so much more than this pathetic little planet has to offer him. Actually, this planet is not as little as I think it to be; it is rather BIG actually. I should ask Kai when I next encounter him; he has traveled a fair bit, so I suppose he could give me a vague idea about the size of this planet. Very knowledgeable, that boy is.
Sad to say, Kai may be leaving us rather soon. It's quite unfortunate really; I have only just begun to get to know the realKai Hiwatari, and I regard it a complete waste if he were to die so soon. As I said, it's rather unfortunate. There is nothing I'd like more than power over something as great as Death; it is again, very unfortunate, because even the most powerful God could not stop Her.
But modern medicine can. Provided someone can, by a miracle, convince the boar-headed boy to receive some sort of treatment. That is where every blader that has ever had the fortune to meet Kai comes in. As of several days ago, the news of Kai's sudden illness spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of almost every professional player of the sport. Beyblading, that is. I don't really know if it is a sport, really, but I do regard it as one so for know I should leave it as a sport.
Returning to the rather vague mention of the part that is to be played by us fellow beybladers; it turns out that the supposedly cold and heartless Blitzkrieg Boys, so painted in such an ugly light by the media it is a wonder they don't bother to correct the people who think so poorly and pathetically of them are throwing a surprise party for their teammate. It's rather sweet actually; I'd never have thought that they'd think of something so nice and be so human… You know, consideration, compassion… All those trivial human emotions I've never bothered to understand.
At any rate, I am now on a plane to Russia with Crusher, Garland and Mystel, Ming Ming being too caught up in her Idol-Superstar life to come down… I don't think Kai would like her around very much, even though he keeps most of his thoughts to himself. Her voice is entirely too shrill; even I find it difficult to bear at times. And if the others feel the same way, they must have some better method of coping with her high-pitched whining. I do hope Crusher doesn't start crying again; I hope that Garland and Tala can at least TRY to get along without ripping each others heads off. Same with Mystel and Ray, of course.
Ah… I believe I have come to the end of what I have to say. I certainly have no more thoughts to pen down, unless you count the one involving a nice big scoop of ice-cream… I wonder if there is ice-cream on this plane… It is rather empty, and everyone here is asleep… First Class is so terribly boring… Oh well, I think I'd better go see the pretty stewardess about that ice-cream.
Toodles.
BROOKLYN KINGSTON