Post by CHIYO YUKI KAWAGUCHI on May 7, 2012 23:05:01 GMT -5
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[classy=appdesc]Oh, hey osaka! Look who's it is! It's chiyo yuki kawaguchi!! Oh, uh... perhaps you know them by their nickname, chi? Anyway, this certain blessing in disguise came to us on august 14, and grew up to be a hefty five feet and three inches. You can always tell it's chiyo because of their platinum hair, brown eyes and asian-ness. Not to mention they've gotten themselves random tats! You know, everyone says they look like saitou kazuhiro? I personally don't see it though ....
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[classy=app1]8:12 pm. december fifteenth. shibuya square.
(there’s a shuffling sound, and sirens in the background. it’s very noisy, but a distinct voice booms through the recorder) we found a strange boy laying in the middle of the square, covered in bruises and blood. we have taken him to the hospital to be checked out, but something is odd about him. i don’t know what yet, but there’s something strange about him . . . i can sense a hint of power, but not much. he seems about five years old, maybe younger. obviously japanese. he has a wristband with his name on it – chiyo kawaguchi. i’ll record more later, when he’s able to speak to us.
12:05 pm. december nineteenth. hospital room 905.
(it’s mostly quiet, but there are occasional beeps coming from the hospital machinery.) chiyo woke up this morning. he has no recollection of what happened to him, nor what his own name even was. he told us he was four years old, though. how he remembered that but not his own name, i do not know. we’ve figured that he was abused; his bruises are fading some, but the cuts are going to leave some nasty scarring. in any case, we’ve got about all out of him as we’re going to get. as soon as he gets out of the hospital, he’s going to the orphanage if no one steps up for him soon. let’s wish for the best.
9:13 am. december twenty – third. hospital room 905.
chiyo has gone missing. a man came in claiming he was the boy’s father, but no one’s seen them since the visit. we’ve got police searching for them everywhere, but . . . it might not be enough. something is strange about the man, just like with the boy. i can only hope that he’s safe.
the boy was never found by the police, but he lived on hundreds of miles away in osaka. the man that took him was his real father, but the man was crazed. after keeping his son captive for three more years, he gave the boy a notebook to write in, to let his feelings out. the boy used this to keep himself sane and positive in the years to come.
febuery sebentein
私の父は私に静かに私にこれを与えた。my dada gave me this notbuk 2 keep mi sayne. he iz startig to teech mi inglish!
(after years of pathetic writing and learning english as well as becoming more educated through his father, chiyo grew into a very effeminate young boy)
july sixteenth.
in less than a month i’ll be thirteen. i’m planning on breaking out, finally! you’ve been such a help to me, little notebook, that i owe you my life. it’s been so much easier to keep positive with you. so, my father’s been careless lately. he doesn’t realize that there’s a mirror in here, and i can see the tv perfectly. i’ve been learning a lot of martial arts moves, and how to break out of here. i’m just hoping that it’ll all work against him . . . what do you think? . . . that’s what i think! so, i’m going to get all this ready to go! wish me luck! 私に幸運を祈ります！
august fifteenth. 10:24 pm. house on outskirts of osaka.
we found a man dead in his house, with evidence of the boy from so long ago having lived in this house. the man had a few stab wounds through his chest. the boy still hasn’t been found, though we have search parties looking all over for him. i think this man was performing some experiments on the boy . . . i’m afraid that i was right, that the boy was like me. i shouldn’t have left him alone . . . hang on. i – i think we found him! (there’s shuffling of people running, and a girlish voice screaming in confusion)
december twenty fourth
it’s been a while since i’ve written in here. my new dad, raiden, formally adopted me last week. he’s the detective that found me when i was little, and after my real dad passed away. i don’t really remember what happened that day, but . . . whatever. it’s prolly best. in any case, dad explained to me that i really DO have a power! he called it adoptive muscle memory, or something. i can copy any movement i see, no matter how hard. carvings, dancing, fighting – the works. not powers, though. sadly~ whatever. my eye’s healing now, too. oh right! i never mentioned that. uh, ya. my right eye is kind of . . . almost gone? my real dad did something to it, so now i can’t see out of my right eye. it moves normally so you can’t really tell by looking from a distance, but the pupil doesn’t dilate at all. whatever. dad’s trying to get me into gymnastics and stuff, so i’ll write again whenever i can!
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