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I have no idea what's going on anymore. I swear that I have been here for more than a month, but I haven't gotten a single call from my parents, yelling at me to where I have gone (I've lost count on how many times I have stared at my phone now).

On the other hand, my life so far has been a real bore (I've even hallucinated once or twice just to have something weird happen). I've also begun to wonder on why the pink smoke never returned. It always does (no doubt about it, and this is coming from a person who has experienced it first hand). I ended up using my free time (too much free time) on working on my self-defense skills with my chopsticks (I don't go anywhere without them anymore), and the little improvement is hardly anything to be impressed by. I mean, boxing kangaroos sound more impressive (but they don't exist do they? It has too much of a fictional feel to it).

I have also made a schedule (of some sort) for exercising, since I'm not allowed to go out of the room (I find that rule weird, they take care of me, yet I can't go out. Especially during a 'lockdown' a few weeks ago. I might just as well have been in a prison). They even gave me a new set of clothes (I have no idea with what they did to my other one). If I were to actually describe my current caretaker, it would be weird.

Suits him just fine.

Speaking of my caretaker, I had recently gone and met up with him, earlier today (which surprised me, usually I wouldn't be able to meet face to face with him, and have all these servants come over, but he made an exception this time it seems…). Some random guy came in (I don't give a care for what his name was, Lippi was suspiciously missing, I haven't seen him at all lately), and stated that I was to meet with this 'Bakugan-sama' or something (now that I think about it, everyone that I have been in contact with lately have been speaking English, it hardly surprises me anymore, though my Japanese could still use some polishing).

I was then taken (with or without my consent, in other words, I didn't have a say in this)…

into a different, spacious, room. What was this guy? Some crazy rich bastard? Glancing around, I didn't pay any attention to what was being said between the servant and Bakugan-sama. The word 'spacious' would be ashamed with how big this place was. The whole layout was like one of those new condos in America, except they completely bypassed the walls.

"This is crazy." I muttered as I looked over at the potted plant. I couldn't decide if it was fake or not.

"Oh, Cannon-kun~" I looked up to see an albino man, or was that dyed hair? His smile stretched across his face. I absentmindedly took note of the purple tattoo he had under his eye. A definitely weird guy. He waved me over. "Quick! Come here, come here!"

I frowned. "Who are you again?"

"Mou~ you don't know your caretaker?" The guy pouted. I found that kind of hard to believe, silence was my only option in this argument. His smile returned and he waved me over again. "Nevermind that! Come here, Cannon-kun~"

I resisted the urge to sigh and made my way over, pushing the thought of being an obedient dog to the back of my mind. "What is it?"

"I want you to meet some people!" He cheered, he was too old for that right? Pointing to the screen in front of him. I took this moment to look at the dessert in front of him, wondering on where the hell he had gotten it from. That much ice cream in a sundae was sure enough to freeze your brain.

… Were those marshmallows?

The source of all those marshmallows that I had with every single meal was this man?

… Wait, he did say he was my caretaker a few moments ago, didn't he?

Crap.

This time, I let myself sigh, rubbing my face. "Aw, what's wrong, Cannon-kun? Are you feeling sick?"

Yes, yes I am very much sick of marshmallows right now. I shook my head, a tight smile on my face. "No, nothing like that at all, Bakugan-sama."

Silence reigned the room.

I swear it just got colder…

"What did you say, Cannon-kun~" Scratch that, it dropped down to freezing.

I blinked and frowned slightly. "Did I say something wrong?"

A crackle formed from the general area of the desk, and I looked over to see what it was. I didn't spend my time watching the screen, but my attention was immediately taken by deep obsidian eyes. I did a double check, just to make sure that I was not seeing something delusional. And I wasn't. The baby from back then, if my memory served me correctly, who stated that he was a hitman.

"Cannon-kun~" I turned my attention back to my caretaker, Bakugan-sama, and unintentionally took a step back. His face was creepy, what else was I supposed to do? "What did you call me?"

"Erm…" I could feel my skin begin to warm under the pressure. I made sure to avoid his gaze, a sharp amethyst than flints of red. "B-Bak-Bakugan-sa-ma?"

"And who told you this?" I flinched inwardly at the tone.

"U-Um… t-that's h-how I h-heard it..?" Why was it so hard speaking now? I spared a glance at the white haired man, then back down.

I heard a sigh, and the pressure lifted. If only slightly. "Come here, Cannon-kun,"

I looked up, pretty sure my eyes were wide in fear. The rest of the pressure was lifted and he jumped on me. I have to question again, how old was this man? He should be way too old for these kinds of actions… I was brought out of my thoughts when a hard squeeze was given. "Aw~ you're just too adorable~"

Huh?

"I wonder why I haven't gone after you before~"

What?

"You're reactions are so innocent~"

What the hell?

"I'm afraid that our time will have to be cut short, Sawada Tsunayoshi-kun~" Bakugan-sama dragged me over with him, an arm around my neck. "I need to be with my Cannon-kun~ Ciao~"

I blinked. That wasn't in English… He spoke in Japanese… Has my Japanese grown so much without me knowing?

Something was yelled over the speakers and I felt like I was being nuzzled. Oh wait, I was. I felt my stomach drop, and immediately started struggling. "W-What a-are y-you do-doing?!"

"Cuddling you, that's what!" He stated cheerfully. The screen was now off and I was left alone with this creepy albino.

God, or whatever you are out there,…

do you seriously hate me? Just thinking about the incident makes me have the goosebumps, I swear he bit me somewhere on my shoulder… Agh! My brain is fried now! Completely!

I should state this here, and in future entries (I'm sure that I've also stated this in my past entries as well), but I am not gay! Damnit! It'll take years! Years just to wash the feeling! Urk… the goosbumps are attacking again…

Other than… that, I have been told that I will not go out of the room. My taste of small freedom has been diminished into nothingness… Not like anything has changed… much.

P.S. Get away from the creep as far as possible! Throw the objects in the room if it comes down to it, just keep him away!