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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 |