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	2005.04.08  22.45 Uh.. long time no see. Omi's busy in school and has forced me to do his chores. And he knows I hate the paper work. Anyway, Aya, who is such an incredible smartass, had nothing better to do then remind me of the... incident... that he promised not to tell. You promised! K'so. So I'm stuck with Ken. Great. At least with Ken I can be sure to get a nice mid-afternoon break, I know he likes to grab a snack as much as I do. So... neeenaaaneeeeenaaaa Aya Mr.FuckImSoSmart Fujimiya. Spare that smirk for someone else. You might pull a muscle or something, doing something so unusual. Ken and I'll have fun. Yeah. More than you anyway. Have to go, there are... wait...20 ???? Uh. 20 arrangements waiting @_@ The customers are mad today...

	2005.04.08  22.35 [tokyo_sling entry] What... chores? Me?! Yohji rubbed his eyes tiredly. Taking off his shades and twisting them gingerly between his fingers, he let his arms rest on the table before him. Slumping forwards, he rested his head on his forearms and closed his eyes. *ploink...ploink...ploink...ploink...* Groaning, he lifted his head, shooting the leaking tap a dirty glare out of narrowed eyes. Squeezing his eyes shut for a last, precious moment, he tried to enjoy the illusion that he had nothing to do, nothing indeed like, lets say, going through orders, ringing up the stock suppliers, following up the apparent missing delivery of new seedlings, not to forget the actual work on the pending orders... Damn! So much to the illusion... With a long suffering sigh he shoved his chair back, straightening to full hight, hands determinedly on the wooden table's surface. Staring ahead listlessly, he cursed his carelessness. Hadn't Omi caught him smoking in the back room, he wouldn't have had the means to "convince" him of taking up his cores while he prepared for his impending tests. Sure, he sympathized with the chibi for having school duties - the memories of his own school time let him shiver and bless the day he had -finally- graduated. But why did he of all have to take the chores, when someone like Aya was so much better for this kind of work? Ah yes, Aya had declined with no more than a raised brow and an unbeliveably impertinant smirk - yes, the bastard had smirked at him, as tiny as the quirk of his mouth might have been, it hadn't escaped Yohji Kudo's sharp eye - reminding him of that little incident... It had taken a moment, but then Yohji clearly remembered the incident... the thought had made him cringe inwardly, and he had resolved to retreat, muttering something unintelligible to himself. Aya had even have the cheekyness to call after him that he wasn't alone, as Ken would be there to assist him. Now, Yohji had his justified doubts about Ken's erm... abilities... to do the organisating chores. The he'd rather do it by himself, for his sanity's sake. Pushing his shades up to their usual place, he stepped over to the sink, to close the tap with a determined twist, stopping the offending noise. He turned around to lean with his ass against the sink and combed his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes once more and just enjoying the silky texture of the wavy strands. A genuine smile curled his lips when he heard Ken's heavy foot steps hollering down the staircase. Inwardly bracing himself for the busy afternoon, he opened his eyes, pushed away from where he was standing and strode towards the door, unable to chase the smile from his face. The brainwork wouldn't kill him. Even a smart guy needed training from time to time. And working with that -what he found gentle- energy-bundle wasn't the worst pick either. Maybe the day wasn't too bad after all.

	2005.03.03  19.38 It's a special day today. . . . The guys don't know. Or maybe they forgot. Doesn't matter anyway. Every year the same. Even Asuka doesn't visit me in my dreams. Not tonight. Maybe that's her gift. Not that I could sleep... I went to the little beach cafe in the morning, the one where we used to go to and talk about everything and nothing. He, I remember how much she liked the little biscuits they sell. Being all excited in a way only girls can be. She was so sweet. A sweet wildcat, that's what she was. ... I bought one for each of us, Asuka. I left yours on the beach, where the rocks are. In memory of that afternoon - we shared our first kiss there, remember? You were so soft and warm beneath my lips, and I told you that you smelled of sunshine. You did. And you tasted like a rainbow after heavy rain ... vibrant and beautiful; quivering in my arms, the most alluring thing I've ever laid my eyes on. But you left, and only darkness surrounds me. I'm a killer now. I've got no love to give anymore. Only death and tears. It still hurts. I wish I could start anew, without this burden. But no, that isn't possible, not for someone like me. I don't deserve a new start. I only deserve death. Even that doesn't come easy... it could happen today, or tomorrow, or next year. I'll never know. I try not to care, but... I drink to us. I'll drive out and have a chat with Mr. Daniels. He's a good listener. Is he the only friend I've got left? Maybe. No. He lies. His lies are sweet, but the only thing left in the morning is the stale taste in my mouth and a headache. So be it. I won't fool myself anymore than I do already. ... I'll be late, don't wait for me. One more scratch on the bedpost, nothing more, nothing less. I'll bring my wire, as every year. But when we've finished our talk, Jack and I, I'll probably come to the same conclusion as every year. I am hoping though. Maybe, just maybe, the numbness will go away. And I'll be free. Ch' no such luck Kudo. Better bring a second bottle. This year's going to be even harder. Happy birthday to me. Mood: cynical

	2005.01.19  12.35 Today Kenken excelled himself. He must be the only assassin around who can't apply a band aid without making it look like a nappy. Eeto, he was lucky I was there to give him a hand! Nice thighs by the way. Maybe soccer's good for something, after all. eh... I only hope that was a soccer gadget he had in his trouser pocket... yeah, must have been. Mood: contemplative

	2005.01.12  23.09 yay! Got new hairconditioner from that ridiculously expensive shop I stumbled upon. Shiny! They had some great bathing stuff as well! Who had guessed "creme" smelled so nice! I grabbed the special value pack and got a fluffy sponge for free! *glee* No mission today, so I'm off clubbing!!! Mood: bouncy

	2005.01.10  21.36 mou, still too early to hit the bar. I'm rather worn out anyway, seems a few weeks of lying low makes heaving flowerpots around enough strain to tire me. I think I'll just go to lie down and stare at nothing, like yesterday. When the light's off Ken won't even notice that I'm not out. Let him think everything's just back to normal. He has his share of problems, just like us others. I can understand that Aya wants to keep to himself, but if he would just thaw up a bit we might be able to give him some assistance. Oh man, I feel like an asshole for bitching at Ken earlier. It wasn't all his fault after all. He seemed happy, and I... I don't know. He has his missy. I wished I'd have someone who understands I'll be nice tomorrow. Mood: blank

	2005.01.10  16.19 :( who put me on morning shift?!?! well, at least whoever had the nerve should have told me. When I woke up it was already 10:30 - I didn't bother hurrying, I know Ken's fine on his own. He always is. I admire that sometimes, you know? Has the kids to look forward too, having fun rolling around in the mud and stuff. But I guess he has it easier somehow. There aren't too many crazy girls coming when he's on...actually, he has yet to make any *come* in the shop yet @D@ K'so, I need a lay. Mood: depressed

	2005.01.09  12.05 well that cheered me up - apparently Ken (</b></a>__yuugao__) believes one could make money with a voice like his. Yeah, and tomorrow Schwarz' psycho will sing, too, hah! I mean, if there's someone who can sing, it's *me*, and am I being fussed about? He got that idea from that missus he's been room mating with (not that he would get any). I seriously doubt her taste, but will keep low... still plan to take her out and treat her to a full evening of Kudo magic.) Mood: disbelieving

	2005.01.08  11.15 long time no see I seriously don't know why I'm still bothering. No one's talking to each other anymore. even aya has been withdrawing more - i couldn't believe that was even possible. I haven't even seen asuka in my dreams lately. which makes me feel odd. at least she was there. no one fucking cares! at least we have been spared Schwarz for some time. maybe they got blown up on new year? "new year new luck". or that's what they say. ch' not for me. even dating hasn't been the same... am I losing my edge? better get going before the guys notice. not that they ever would. c'mon, smile and look gorgeous, kudo, that's what you're best at Mood: depressed

	2004.12.18  18.31 break! yay! Ken has been really annoying me lately. Because of his mess in the kitchen Omi had no time to go and buy new coffee, so when I got up at ten today, there was no more for me!!! A~nyway, fortunately one of the girls in the shop was nice enough to bring me a cup from the store around the corner. Heh, who could resist my charme anyway? I wished I'd be more appreciated. Damn the prince of glare, when I tried to whine about my loss of coffee, he just stared and hn~d at me, shoving me over to make some arrangements. I swear he took the last mug knowing I'd miss out! Edit: Ken has just come back from soccer practise. He looked somehow crestfallen. Can it still be all about his soccer ball? It's not like he can't play, the kiddies have one I'm sure. more Edit: I knew it! PI Yohji Kudo rulez! I found a wishlist, and guess what, a soccer ball is right on top. Lucky side effect, this way I also found out about his birthday. Geesh, someone's yelling again, have to go. Mood: rushed

	2004.12.17  12.30 Heh, Omi would be surprised if he found out what I'm doing here on his computer. Well, I wouldn't be a good PI without knowing how to use a computer, right? But I have to be careful, better don't let him know... he'd just made me _work_ on it if he did! That's one of the secret PI tactics, let the people underestimate your intelligence... :DDD hey, these look cute. :D ^_^ @D@ \^o^/ let's have a smiley party! I wanna go out!!!!

	2004.12.17  12.13 READ THIS FIRST I DARE YOU So there. Oi, if you are reading this Journal now, you're a dirty snuffler! So go away, and leave me a compliment on your way out! Unless you're a mature girl over 18. Leave your number, then.