First off, I am finally writing in pencil! Whoop!

It feels really strange. I just remembered why I hated pencil again – the stupid lead won't stay sharp. AT ALL. Ack.

Looks like I will have to suffer through my lead issues however, as I have some stuff to say and I kinda promised myself that I'd write in pencil next time after the 'L incident.' I will not refer to it as anything other than that though. Never, ever.

Although, in light of Mello screaming and cursing at said hunching detective for – and I quote – "- being such a big fuckin' idiot! He didn't need to go and, and, and…reveal himself to those bastards! Now every fucking soul who doesn't have their heads stuck in their asses will know where he is!"

And so on.

But, you know, in Polish. Mello rants in Polish when he's really…um…excited about something. I guess it's the same reason I tend to mix my languages up when tired, but I digress.

Oh! Mello also speaks Polish when shit-faced drunk!

…The rum and whiskey filled chocolate incident must never be repeated…especially not with vodka like Near suggested shorty after.

Seriously, there are times I think that kid is plotting all of our demises.

…Really, it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest.

Anyways! I got sidetracked. The topic today is slave – as in: slave to what you believe in, slave to the master, slave to your desires, slave to your lover…

If, of course, you're into that shit.

Either way, being a slave to something implies that you no longer are able/allowed to act according to your every whim. Something (or someone) prohibits that. Being a slave means that your free will is compromised.

I'm pretty sure that very, very, very few people can say that they are a truly free (wo)man. If they say that then they are probably lying. Everyone has a master of some sort.

Take mine for example. While I am not exactly slave to my video games, my couch, or my warm, blanket-covered, bed. While I'm not a slave to this physical things, they are symptoms that my 'master' causes.

My master is laziness.

Pure and simple. I am a slave to the overwhelming desire to just sit back and relax and do a whoooooole lot o' nada. So, you see that a master is not generally a physical being.

Let's go through the people that I know, okay? I'll shed some light on their masters based on my observation. Disclaimer: I am ONLY working off of my personal findings, NOTHING ILLEGAL!

…I may be a tiny bit paranoid now…

Mello's master is just his emotions in general. I could say anger, but really it's just his emotions in general. He is so…controlled by them. I personally find it terribly hard to think that emotions have that big of a control over him, but it makes him stronger – if not more volatile – because of them. Everything he does is dictated by them.

Near? (Aka AA, Albino Asshole) I'm no longer completely freaked out by his near emotionlessness or mad at him for something stupid – not going into details, don't ask, Dave – so, I'm just gonna refer to him by his name now. No hard feelings from me now. I'm not completely sure what his master is yet, but considering he is predictable to a certain degree…I'm positive he has one. I'm pretty sure ff

L's master is his curiosity. He literally cannot concentrate on anything else once something has peaked his interest, it is all that he can focus on. Nothing else is near as satisfying to him as solving that case, that obsession. I don't have much more to say on this actually. Huh.

Now, B. That, Dave, is an interesting story.

I'd say that he is the only person I know of who was not a slave. Not willingly, not unwillingly either. He was completely free from expectations, or any other nonsensical things that he didn't have full control of…He was never afraid to do anything. Murder, theft, rape, anything that he deemed necessary or, more often, just for fun. I know that I really shouldn't say anything about this…but I really admire him.

I can only imagine that he's going to die soon, thanks to Kira and his mass murder/serial killing spree. I just wish I got to talk to him one more time…

Y'know, people often think that it was Mello who was close to him; not so. They were too similar, too…destructive together. Apparently, Backup thought that I reminded him of some girl he grew up with. 'Carefree and Innocent' he said. I didn't like that too much so I socked him in the nose.

Well, little five-year-old me tried to anyways. I don't even think I got up to his chest. Now that I think back on it, I would have laughed at me too.

Imagine, a tiny, sickly little boy jumping up and down in a pretty good imitation of Mario's little jump trying to reach this guy's face. He was even bending over too. I missed him completely even then.

Ha!

He ruffled my hair – didn't like that much either – and said something I'll never forget.

"You'll go far, little Mail, you'll go far."

It later struck me that this was strange for two big reasons. One, It was completely out of character for the normally violent, angry teen. And two, he knew my name. A name that I hadn't used for, well, literally ever. He even pronounced it correctly.

I'd always thought him to be strange, but at least he hadn't killed anyone yet, that came later.

Off topic again.

Anyways, it is my eventual goal to break free, and all that. That's the real point of this thing, but given that it is a rant, I think that I am justified in my distraction. Besides! You got to learn more about me and all.

Bye-bye!

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