Even if I changed, what's wrong with it?

Jigane had tried for over an hour to forget about Ro, about how she had hurt him. Her emotions flipped between self pity and self hatred depending on which path her troubled mind took.

It wasn't her fault that she had to lie to him, she couldn't ever let him know who she truely was under her guise. She was strictly forbidden to reveal her true form unless she was fighting, disobeying was unthought of. If he wouldn't respect her secrets then he couldn't respect her.

But it was only natural for him to be curious and her thin lies were easily seen through. She had painted herself into a corner, so to speak, and there was no escape that she could see.

How come he couldn't be more like his sister? Ji fumed silently as she paced back and forth in her bedroom. Rumi accepted without question; she honestly couldn't care about what happened behind closed doors. Ro had to pry and dig and his interference was beginning to affect Ji's life in more ways then she could have imagined. Now when she was in battle she worried about Ro suddenly appearing and discovering the truth. She began to curse the day she was created as an angel. And most of all she feared the day when she would be called back to Heaven. How would she explain that? How could she leave him behind.

Hating herself even more, Jigane started to cry.

Write about a purchase. (tagebuch)

The store was all smoke and sulky laughter, and I grasped Pete's hand all the tighter because of it. The sound. The thought. The *touch* of the atmosphere against my clammy skin. Men covered completely in long coats drifted by as frequently as women wearing little more then underwear. it was a carnival, a mall, a church, all in one cramped room. We were lost children and by the looks that the cashier sent us, we looked as misplaced as we felt. Her smile was wide and red, and made me fear that could see exactly who I was. I wondered if she approved, two teenagers in this box of sin.

I grabbed it first, before Pete could blush and convince me to leave. Determined to buy the damned thing, I marched to the register and held it out, silently daring the woman to refuse to sell it.

"Twenty bucks."

Done. Paid for.

We fled through the door, the gate between the worlds closing as we burst into the street. Giddy we smiled at each other. "We got it!"

"We're so perverted."

"Let's go."

"Your room or mine?"

"Honey, why don't we do it in the road?"

We peared inside the nondescript paper bag, a thin layer of brown that held our secret. We had it.

And what was in the bag? A box of Pokemon cards, of course. What were you thinking?



PS This is fiction. I buy my Pokemon cards online thankyouverymuch.