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I know everyone's date, including my own. It doesn't make me sad, I've grown used to it by now. As of today, I have 1,278,720 minutes left. But what about you? Why can't I see yours?

LOVESTORY, GOOD END.

"I want to be by your side. I promise to make you happy. You like me too, right?"

FRIENDSTORY, GOOD END.

"You can rely on me. If someone messes with you, they mess with me too!"

SADSTORY, BAD END.

"I didn't expect it to be like this. What went wrong?"

VERY BAD END.

"You did this to me. I have to kill you. But I don't want to. I don't want to..."

大人+, RARE BONUS.

"You've been staring so long. Do you want to do it with me?"

私がみえますか？

name. minori takada pseudonym. takami ethnicity. japanese age / sex. 20-23 / ♀ eye color. 'rainbow opal' hair color. pale tangerinne blood type. O- measurements. 159cm 身長 / 49kg / 32"-23"-37" occupation. intern at 'The Asahi Shimbun,' maidreamin (めいどりーみん) blog name. 今日は... interests. scrapbooking, photography, current news next of kin. adopted uncle (気分が悪い)

Today is ...

今日は11月2日です:
Takahiro Shiraishi, age 20, operating under the Twitter account ‘hangingpro’ approaches young, impressionable people who express suicidal thoughts on the internet. He lures them to his flat in Zama, Kanagawa Prefecture to “spread his knowledge of hanging and to help those really in pain”.

His victims so far have been one man and eight women, between the ages of 20 and 26. He takes pleasure in dismembering them. Photos can be found on this blog.

今日は12月28日です:
At age 75, after years of loneliness, Isao Kakehi entered an exciting new relationship with Chisako Kekehi, a 67-year-old widow he met through a popular matchmaking agency. Within a few months, they would marry and move in together, beginning a seemingly blissful life in Muko City, Kyoto. Chisako would soon murder him with cyanide. He is her fourth victim. She has murdered three previous romantic partners in a similar manner. Japan’s ‘Black Widow’ killer would be a fitting name for this woman.

今日は5月17日です:
Instead of breaking up, Naoko Kamimura, unsatisfied with her current relationship seeks affection elsewhere after finding evidence that her boyfriend, Akira Sagawa, has been spending money on escorts. Ironically, when he saw her with another man once, he chokes her in a fit of rage and proceeds to stab her dead body multiple times. Why did he cry and kiss her after?

今日は5月18日です.
Masahiro Hara, age 37, was groping a high school girl in Adachi City. The incident took place as she was commuting home from cram school. Hara called out to her from inside his vehicle before cornering her into an alleyway. He is a serial molester but this is the first time he has taken someone. I do not know where they are now.

今日は5月19日です.
“At 46, you are a failure!!! You have accomplished nothing in life…!” Those are the last words of Kato Mirei, 75, before she is pushed down the stairs and stabbed by her son-in-law, Toshio Yozaki, in Shinagawa Ward. “I became frustrated,” he tells his hysterical wife. 📸

今日は5月20日です.
“ I-I’m so sorry Arata, you deserve a better mommy. ” Her bony hands were wrapped so tightly around the little boy’s neck that her knuckles turned white. Yuka Tateno, age 32, is sobbing loudly. Loud enough to drown out his cries and pleads. ‘No, no, stop! Stop it, I love you, okāsan!!! ’ His legs kick, his arms twitch. But then surely, he stops. Yuka would hang herself soon after. 📸

今日は5月28日です.
In Nishinari Ward, Osaka, a twenty-three-year-old man is seen standing on a chair for 35 minutes with an extension cord tied tightly around his neck. At 1:49 PM he kicks it over, but this is believed to be an accident. He suddenly yells, “N-No…! I don’t want to die!!! Please! Somebody save me…!” Shoichi Yokota attempts to hold his body up but gravity eventually becomes too much.

At 2:03 PM, he is dead.

Dear Sachi ,

There is never a need for a special day to remind me how amazing you are; and how himportant you are in my life.
However, considering it's your birthday . .

I must do exactly that and more, because you , are a star that shines so bright ; so strong.
Getting to have you in my life is one of the nicest things one could have, and even better is one of the best things I can do to show my appreciation for that ;

Happy birthday,
Love -

Sesshomaru.

Remorse. A notion too generous for a man as He. Luminescent orbs fix upon Sachi's expression as it told so openly her woes- Walls began to crumble, all that she believed to be true slowly falling from a mighty cliff and plummeting into the wild ocean tides of betrayal. The tremor of hurt lacing soft vocals and that steady hand, the rage burning and heating the steel barrel of her gun as it pressed further into fabric and flesh- He smiled. Cold, dead eyes lock with those bright suns. His voice, mocking.

"You should know better than to trust men like me, Chi."

( Days of Past. )

Adjusting the tie of a fresh uniform while seated back nonchalantly in the precinct conference room where instructed, Don would wait. Leather gloves caught attention and deride moments prior, though the newly appointed officer spoke with utter refusal to remove them- For the safety of everyone. 'Weird Guy.' a response from a passer by carrying his coffee. His attire reaked of viginity, new clothes often did, even beyond the better choice of cologne seeping into one's skin. If not for those shielded hands it would be the ominous flare of his iris, the obsidian they drowned in. Thus, faun contacts to better conceal the Don's true identity were utilized. It had been many years since the previous image of the phantom's mortal self had reflected in a mirror. All for the events soon come to pass.

Life is made of ever so many partings welded together

Let's just throw together a reintroduction, how ya been, and all that jazzy jazz together. Good afternoon and all that-whenever you're up to it would love to chat again.

♡U(ㅇㅅㅇ❀)U♡

Terror guided the albino, remaining close to the detective's side as if clinging to a blanket for warmth. She could have sworn she had double-checked-- no, triple-checked that the job had been finished once drenching the facility in flames only a short few years ago. However, there was plenty hidden from her, likely to protect her own sanity and psyche from breaking into the outside world. Should her true identity and history be revealed, an exposure of the extraterrestrial DNA within her, Azmaria would be certain to find herself deeper in a sensation of disconnection.

Papa is going to be upset. All she could focus on was the impending doom that she was likely to face once her well-intended, though protective father learned about this encounter. Azmaria was only capable of distracting herself through the car ride for a short while, palms opening and closing to welcome comfort.

As the two entered the library at a comfortable pace, the albino's gaze quickly diverted towards stacks of literature. Clawed fingers tracked over their shells as she guided the two deeper and deeper into her safe have, a weak voice calling for answers,

"What can I-I help you with, D-Detective?"

Once the floodgates are opened, a stream of noisy, chattering students pour past the lecture hall doors. An hour and a half of history doesn't pique the interest of many, Griffith has come to learn over the years. Much to his dismay. Nevertheless, he remains steadfast and earnest in his teaching prowess, covering even the most obscure topics.

He gathers his belongings, coat draped over his shoulders and bookbag in hand to leave once all the stragglers have asked their questions. And then ——

A familiar head of rose-gold hair. He blinks, adjusting the glasses upon the bridge of his nose before narrowing hawk-like eyes. “Ah, Sachi. I’m surprised to see you here.” Releasing a light chuff of laughter. “What, have you come to enroll in my class?”

` FURYO

"Man, pullin' a knife on a kid. Ya must be pissin' yer pants."

Ryuji only had a single word for the whole thing: Pathetic. So pathetic, he couldn't even be that scared that death was staring at him from the end of a knife. A part of him knew they couldn't just go and kill him, not with a cop watching. Unless they wanted to silence her too, but they'd be in serious sh*t unless they've got the connections to make it happen, like the aforementioned sh*tty co-worker.

"Harada-han, can we stop playin' around with these sh*theads?" Ryuji asks before he feels a knock in his back. "Shut the hell up! Who's in charge here, huh?!" His assailant yells. "Yeah, great question. Where's yer boss?" Ryuji retorts, and the man relents somewhat. A situation like this had to be taken up with the boss. The patriarch was absolute.

Ryuji thought the suspense was gonna kill him. How will he make his entrance? Is he traditional or new-school? What's his fighting style? How's his broke-ass face going to look when he gets it kicked in? There's a hushed whisper among the men as he finally appears, and all bow their heads. "Takahara. . . Oyaji. . ." The guy looked slick, but age was creeping upon him. He favored traditional clothing, probably a lot more comfortable that way, but his sunglasses were some modern designer brand. Takahara looked tired, and with a stiff upper lip, he gave the impression that he didn't take any sh*t from inside AND outside the family.

"Put the gun away, and let the damn kid go." Takahara instructs, and when he senses even a bit of hesitation from Ryuji's captor, Takahara is there to give instruction in the form of a swift palm to the man's forehead. While he might not look it now, Takhara used to be a sumo wrestler, and had his stablemaster not been a family man, he probably could've gone pro.

"I ain't exactly educated on how you cops like to work, but don't you need a warrant or something? C'mon, what do you want? You're spoiling my afternoon nap."

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