Compiled Complaints

by xoCeri

"Maybe you should keep a journal, Yata-chan," The blonde photographer suggested. "That way you could look back to your past days and evaluate yourself." With a frown, the Shock Troop Leader sighed in defeat. "Will that even help, Totsuka-san?" Panicking inside, Totsuka half-heartedly smiled, patting Yata's shoulder. "E-everything will be just fine." [ON HIATUS]

9. Log Nine: Rainbow Unicorn

A/N: [December 24, 2012] Happy Holidays, everyone! This is a Christmas-inspired chapter, so I'm sort of proud of it. It sprung out of my mind just around eight in the evening when my little brother and I were talking about Totsuka's revised death— yeah, we do those kind of stuffs a lot. So, here is Log Nine of Compiled Complaints. Please review and enjoy!

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Weird. Even though I only slept for two hours, I had the longest dream of my life. It looked and felt real— whatever it was I wouldn't tell— until the part of that fucking unicorn came. Tch. Why would there be a unicorn in the middle of the road?! I jolted up when it rushed to me— it was as horrible as hell. Right then I realized that I fell asleep at Kusanagi-san's bar again, and the stupid sun rose high above me. Checking the time, I winced as I remembered that I had a wound on my left arm; I accidentally scratched it on my skateboard last night. Anna was eating something from the counter when my stomach grumbled— I haven't eaten since yesterday. As my eyes scanned the pub, there were actually five of us inside— Kusanagi-san, Anna, Shouhei, Totsuka-san, and me. The rest were… somewhere off. I don't care.

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Still upset by that thorned donkey, I yanked my body to the wooden counter where Anna was. Kusanagi-san sensed my bad kick-off, so he simply gave me food without speaking. I dug in, practically unable to speak because of the stuffed bread in my mouth, when Totsuka-san started filming. He narrowed down on me, focusing the antique camera right on my face. Annoyed by the attention, I shoved— tried, at least— off his happy-go-lucky aura; I wasn't in the mood to talk yet. But Totsuka-san was really persistent. Gah. He asked me some questions that I didn't even try to hear or understand while I swallowed my breakfast whole. I felt guilty for ignoring him, though he seemed contented by just recording, so I let him by. My day was beginning to get better, but I just knew that it wouldn't end well. Damn. Standing up to clean my plate, Anna suddenly looked at Totsuka-san and blinked. "Yata dreamed of himself flying with a rainbow unicorn." Shit.

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