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Entry 5: Back to Reality
© Salome Wilde, 2008
Dear Diary
Author’s Note: Hell no, I’m not leaving it at Entry 4. Did you really buy that? Come on. It was a dare. I did my best to squick with the marriage crap, and now let’s get back to reality. Kagome’s a slut and there’s no denying it. You know it’s true. Read on, please—assuming you’re an adult, of course. (And let me know if you’d like to write a guest chapter for this story. It’s too fun not to share the goodness.)
Entry 5
Dear Diary,
How the hell Naraku knew about my diary, I have no idea. That he left me with this spiral-bound piece of crap with Naruto on it along with that fake entry and its total lie about Inuyasha proposing just made me want to kick Shippo (of course, I didn’t). I could have screamed when I read it. It even looks like my handwriting! But I tore that writing up into bits and jumped up and down on them, and that helped a little.
I’ve always known Naraku was sick, but this is just ridiculous. Of course, the one time he asked me for blow job I turned him down. I mean, duh. But I didn’t realize the perv was going to come ransack my backpack. I mean, how pathetic is that? Sure, try to kill me and everyone I care about, but steal my diary? Come on. Who’s the adult here?
And he didn’t just take my totally adorable lavender Hello Kitty journal with heart-shaped lock and bling, no. All my panties were gone, my pop-up Kama Sutra, my cherry massage oil, and the ramen I was planning to bribe Inuyasha with later this week (never mind what for). I’m sure he’s broken the lock to read it because the key is still in my shoe where I always keep it. Idiot.
I guess he thinks it’s funny to mess with my head this way. What he wrote is so beyond-clueless. As if I sound like that big a dork! And as if all I ever think about is weddings! I mean, yeah, I think about them, and about me and Inuyasha, and I really really hope he’ll propose someday. But who the hell would want a Shikon jewel-shard wedding ring? Come on. And how often does that loser listen to my conversations to actually know my brother’s name. The dude needs a life.
And to pretend I don’t do what I say I do? Most guys would want to call a girl a slut not a virgin. But not Naraku the uber-geek, no. If he had any friends, he’d be telling them all that I’ve never even kissed and am totally lying about eating Kikyo’s ginger-flavored pussy. But he has no friends and never did.
God, I’m totally creeped out thinking about him jerking off while he reads what I wrote every night. Gross me out the door. If I ever wondered, I definitely know now why Kikyo turned Onigumo down like a bedspread. Geek city.
I’m going down the well tomorrow to buy another Hello Kitty diary. It was the kawaii-est. Damn him. This time I’m not letting it out of my site for a minute.
Dewa kore de!
Kagome
Dear Diary
Author’s Note: Hell no, I’m not leaving it at Entry 4. Did you really buy that? Come on. It was a dare. I did my best to squick with the marriage crap, and now let’s get back to reality. Kagome’s a slut and there’s no denying it. You know it’s true. Read on, please—assuming you’re an adult, of course. (And let me know if you’d like to write a guest chapter for this story. It’s too fun not to share the goodness.)
Entry 5
Dear Diary,
How the hell Naraku knew about my diary, I have no idea. That he left me with this spiral-bound piece of crap with Naruto on it along with that fake entry and its total lie about Inuyasha proposing just made me want to kick Shippo (of course, I didn’t). I could have screamed when I read it. It even looks like my handwriting! But I tore that writing up into bits and jumped up and down on them, and that helped a little.
I’ve always known Naraku was sick, but this is just ridiculous. Of course, the one time he asked me for blow job I turned him down. I mean, duh. But I didn’t realize the perv was going to come ransack my backpack. I mean, how pathetic is that? Sure, try to kill me and everyone I care about, but steal my diary? Come on. Who’s the adult here?
And he didn’t just take my totally adorable lavender Hello Kitty journal with heart-shaped lock and bling, no. All my panties were gone, my pop-up Kama Sutra, my cherry massage oil, and the ramen I was planning to bribe Inuyasha with later this week (never mind what for). I’m sure he’s broken the lock to read it because the key is still in my shoe where I always keep it. Idiot.
I guess he thinks it’s funny to mess with my head this way. What he wrote is so beyond-clueless. As if I sound like that big a dork! And as if all I ever think about is weddings! I mean, yeah, I think about them, and about me and Inuyasha, and I really really hope he’ll propose someday. But who the hell would want a Shikon jewel-shard wedding ring? Come on. And how often does that loser listen to my conversations to actually know my brother’s name. The dude needs a life.
And to pretend I don’t do what I say I do? Most guys would want to call a girl a slut not a virgin. But not Naraku the uber-geek, no. If he had any friends, he’d be telling them all that I’ve never even kissed and am totally lying about eating Kikyo’s ginger-flavored pussy. But he has no friends and never did.
God, I’m totally creeped out thinking about him jerking off while he reads what I wrote every night. Gross me out the door. If I ever wondered, I definitely know now why Kikyo turned Onigumo down like a bedspread. Geek city.
I’m going down the well tomorrow to buy another Hello Kitty diary. It was the kawaii-est. Damn him. This time I’m not letting it out of my site for a minute.
Dewa kore de!
Kagome