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Reading this journal beyond this page is strictly forbidden. If I ever find you sneak a peek at my private stuffs, I will cut you into pieces.[break][break]
Funny how I have a journal but never actually wrote an entry until now.[break][break]
Well, it's been two months since we moved here, to Okaasan's hometown, and I have to admit I'm still getting used to the life—it's so different. I don't want to say it's a bad thing—in fact, I feel a little bit at peace living in this town. I don't know whether if it's because the town is kinda quiet, or because I don't have to worry about managing people at the company (or any other stuff, not really, at least for the moment), but I think it feels good living here.[break][break]
I do worry about Okaasan sometimes. There are times when she looks very sad and honestly, it hurts me inside as well. I know Okaasan still couldn't get over Chiho-baasan's death—neither do I. To lose someone you love is a hard thing—perhaps the hardest thing in the world. It was not my first time losing someone I really care about, but Chiho-baasan was the only family member that really care about me, Izumo, and Okaasan. So, losing her was a really, really tough experience. That's why, I decided to follow Okaasan and Izumo to Kamina. I know, I left a career—a particularly successful one, perhaps—but I have little to no more interest in that field.[break][break]
Speaking about this town, apparently it has a night school—Izumo and I decided to enroll in that school despite the fact that we're actually way older than we look. It sure feels a little bit weird going to school again like teenagers when one is actually around sixty, but apparently we're not alone. The boy that happened to be in the same homeroom class as me for example—he's not entirely human like me. A cambion, he said. An annoying demon, if I must say. Really, he sometimes forget that not everyone is actually older than they look, tell us dirty jokes and innuendos... Teasing me nearly all the time... I have to admit sometimes I want to beat him continuously to death.[break][break]
But, he's a smart and nice guy. Honestly. The girl who sits beside me in the class, too, even though she's a little bit ditzy it's a headache. But, uh, she's so small and cute and naive I wish I could keep her...[break][break]
This new identity apparently could be a trouble at times. I couldn't do some things I could do as an adult unless there is no presence of others (with the exception of Okaasan and Izumo, of course). Not that I want to complain, but sometimes I want to go out and buy some Junmai Daiginjo sake or Tanqueray gin...[break][break]
Oh, well. We have decided to live a new life, with a—not exactly new identity, if I should be honest, since we didn't change our name at all. It's tough, but if it is what we should do, I will do it, even if it means the inability to do some things and reprimanding Izumo every now and then not to do things that are not appropriate especially for underages.[break][break]
So far everything goes well. No one realized that I'm not entirely human nor is actually sixty-something—Kamijou-kun and Maharani-san are exceptions. Most people treat me as if I'm an ordinary teenager—it feels irritating at times and I have to admit sometimes I want to scream "I'm not a little kid anymore!" at some people. It's a little bit funny and ironic at the same time, to be frank. Being treated like a kid probably is the similarity of my old and new life. The difference is, in Nagoya I didn't pretend to be a young girl, while here in Kamina, I do pretend I'm still underage. Both feels nearly the same it's disturbing sometimes.[break][break]
Not everyone can be fooled, though, it seems. No, I'm not talking about Kamijou-kun. I'm talking about a few people at the dojo—spending months without actual training in the Japanese art of swords made me uncomfortable, so I decided to join a dojo to maintain and hone my skills. But, after a couple of training sessions, Yoshigahara-senpai and Nazuka-senpai talked to me, asking whether if I trained somewhere else already, or perhaps since a young age since I don't look like someone who is new at both iaido and kendo. Matsushige-sensei asked me the same thing, too. He even suggested that he's suspicious because every time he sees me practicing with a sparring partner, I look like someone who had been trained in the art of swords for more than thirty years.[break][break]
I didn't admit it, not yet. Perhaps some time later when I feel really comfortable with them.[break][break]
Anyways, I wonder what Yoshigahara-senpai, Nazuka-senpai, and Matsushige-sensei actually are. Sure, they look like human, but there are some things that make me feel like they're not, especially the former two.[break][break]
On a lighter note, I found two stray kittens near home last week. To my surprise, Okaasan allowed me to keep them as long as I take a good care of them. They're a hassle sometimes, but they cheered everyone in the house up—Okaasan seems happier with them around and I'm really glad to see it. Problem is, I haven't decided what names to give them... Right now we simply call them Katze and Neko, how uncreative.[break][break]
Recently, Okaasan doesn't spend much time at home. She often goes to the Demon World—or so she said. I'm glad that going out somewhere make her mental condition even better, though I feel uncomfortable without her around. No, I'm not talking the fact that I rely on her whenever I need some blood. I've been raised to control myself of my desires and so far I have no problem with it, but—[break][break]
Earlier today Izumo brought his friend home. A girl. I know she's his classmate, but never I thought they're up to no good. I don't know what exactly they've been doing, but I'm sure everyone would think of the same when they see two people, especially of different sexes, are alone together in a room. In such an intimate position, no less. INSIDE. MY. HOUSE.[break][break]
What a disgrace, abusing my kindness—I allowed him to bring her home because I know her and she seemed to be a decent girl, so I think Okaasan wouldn't be angry if she knows that we bring someone else home. But—[break][break]
—but—[break][break]
For the first time, I lost the control. I could not restrain myself anymore—I made them suffer the consequences with my sword.[break][break]
It's all his fault. It's all Izumo's fault.[break][break]
IZUMO, YOU IDIOT![break][break]
They should be thankful, however, because I just hit them each a hundred times with the wooden sword. Next time I see such a filthy sight in my house, I swear I'll make the doers suffer even more. I wouldn't mind cutting them into pieces like vegetables...[break][break]
Izumo and I found an injured puppy on the way home last night. Since it was already late, we decided to take him home and try to nurse him. It was only a minor wound on his left hind leg, but I was worried it might get worse if we leave it be. Moreover, it was raining pretty hard—it's never a good idea to let someone who's sick out in the rain, right?[break][break]
Thankfully, the little puppy is pretty much cooperative. He did seem a little bit annoyed when I treated his wounds, but after that he looked like he's feeling relieved from pain. Since we don't have any empty room nor kennel for him to stay at this moment, I decided to let him sleep in my room so I can monitor him. Watson seemed to feel somewhat annoyed—he kept hissing at the 'unwanted guest' every time he saw him, so I asked Izumo for helping me keeping the cat away from the injured puppy. Crick on the other hand is more friendly, even though he was wary at first. Right now when I'm writing this, he's been massaging the dog with his paws—or at least that's what I'm seeing.[break][break]
Speaking about the puppy, I don't know if I'm going to keep him, yet. He does not have any collar nor tag with him, but I took a picture of him and posted some around the neighborhood to see if there's someone who lost their dog. If there's no response in a few days, perhaps I'll consider adopting him myself, even though Watson might hate me for that.[break][break]
The puppy is just too cute, I swear. I don't know what breed he is, but, he's so white and fluffy—not to mention he seems to have a sweet personality.[break][break]
Anyways, since that incident, Izumo has been calling me 'Tsundora-chan' and stopped using the codename he used to refer to me every now and then. It shouldn't be a problem—it wasn't a problem at first, but now—[break][break]
—I feel a little bit sad he decided to give me such an embarrassing nickname. I did that simply to protect our honor, and to give them a lesson, but—ugh.[break][break]
I wonder if there's any other reason for him to call me that way...[break][break]
