Day: 3rd August 1999
Sign-in: 11pm

Preface: 
The two brothers have started training in search of the true meaning of Fighting.
But because of Gouki's wrong influence with Ken, Ken became slightly deluded of his true fighting spirits and honour.
Passing by, Yang tried to help, but was horribly beaten up in the end.
Yun arrived too late at the scene, and was very upset about it, having 'Caused' his beloved brother's serious injuries.
[Never kept watch over him]
All the irony of his life is being portrayed in this very first diary entry:


Searching for the light.
The pathways?
It seems so clear...
Yet so stained
With my greatest fear
Blood
Blood of my brother
Should I cringe with the torrid smell?
Filling my consciousness?
No.
I mustn't falter.
Carry on...

That was my very first thought.
I dunno. 
Could be the mere sight of Ken Master's Shouryuuken dulling my senses.
Could be...
Anyways, Fei Long's noodles tasted worse than before.
Did he quarrel with Gen again?
Yang's injuries are so intense...I dunno why I'm wasting my time writing this dumb diary.
Oh well.
Slightest means of comfort, I guess.

If he sought comfort in me,
Who should I seek comfort from?

Hn, even if I ask,
No one would answer.
No one.

Looking forth into the darkness
Of the past
Sensing the pain
The angst
The agony.
The feelings of pure torture
Eating away at my own flesh

Hey, let's start thinking about something more cheerful…
Or is it just my stomach complaining?
Most probably, because of Fei Long's stupid noodles.
Sigh. I should've eaten out.

Life passes through my senseless soul.
Like water through sifts.
Ever wondered why I lived for so long
Enduring the scars
The emotions
The terror.
My very sanity hangs on the line of Fate.
Burning through my very heart.

Yang starts to stir.
Oopsie, better change his bandages…

Finished. 
Yang still looks tired.
What else can I do?
All I've done to soothe his pain.
But now, how about the spiritual pain buried deep within us?
What should I do?

Fighting off worries with a smile.
Only a short masquerade.
How long could it last?
How long before I fall?
Who would pick me up?

Ahh, the simple joys and pleasures of life.
If only I could let him enjoy.

The soft kisses of luxury
Temptations are vile to me.
Eyes of seduction
I pay no heed to.
But why then,
Is my soul so restless?
So needing?
Don't I have someone
Someone to stand by my side?
What else could I want?
No one answers my cries
Because they are kept 
In the sweet golden innocence of silence.

Only he knows.
He knew,
And he will come to know.
I freely give myself.
All devotion and strength within me
To protect this very person.
But I am still restless
What am I weary of?
Exactly what tires me so?
Again no one answers
The golden key of secrets securing them in its jewelled prison.

Slowly sleep falls upon my heavy eyelids
Chanting me a silent lullaby
Coaxing me to leave
All my worries
All my sorrows
All my regrets
For the day to come
And for the futures so unbright.
Why should I sleep
With the burden of these
Hindering my very dreams?

End entry: 11:45pm