Welcome to the my journals. All of my personal data, is either and might be not classified. Please do not misuse, even copy, as this journal is not legally published.

I, Kirino Natsuo, will tell you why you must read this; if you are curious who I am. Otherwise, you can just leave this journal alone.

• 1st Journal
• 2nd Journal
• 3rd Journal
• 4th Journal
• 5th Journal
• 6th Journal

This is some information about myself.

You already see it, my name is Kirino Natsuo. I don't recall where I actually born, but it was somewhere at Kanazawa. However, I moved a lot, whether it from city to city or different country, thus I was used to be adaptive. No wonder, except my name, I'm not fluent being a Japanese. You could even say that my first language is English instead of Japanese.

It was because my father was an architecture. He was a famous one, while my mother was merely a housewife. I also had one little brother and one older brother, yes, I am a middle-child.

Can I just skip this part? I don't think if talking about past of people—would be actually fun. Not all people would be have some good childhood, including myself. Yet I talked it as if mine is special, but—fine. Read this carefully. Judge me as you like, I don't care anyway.

As I remember after I born (I heard this from my mother), we left Japan. I did write it in 1st journal if I moved a lot, but the longest place I lived was London, United Kingdom.

This place was harsh. People often contempted us for being Asian. Were we wrong to live—and survive, just like other humans in here? But, mother complains a lot so she didn't walk that much from home unless to shop. She doesn't have any friends here, that's probably why she—only talked to me at most as the only female in this family.

For some reason, I feel like father keep stressed over his work. I could say such like this because I observed; to whoever I felt so. He would be always reek with smoke, but it's getting worst when combined with alcohol. I feel disgusted. I don't know if he's actually serious or not but mother complained to if money which was given by father decreased.

Thus I noticed strange behavior from my brothers too. At first, let me say it before—I never, actually like them. I don't know. I hate them. We often have cold shoulders or even had a fought. They are weird. Just because I don't have similar minds or agreeing their ideas to at least skipping class, they won't bother about myself anymore. I don't care anyway. I'm still a brat, I need to go to school, study, and buy some McD.

Until some points, I heard strange noises came from my little brother's room. It's when mother and father weren't at home. It's so noisy that I annoyed, thus peeked to his room. His room was at second floor while mine was first floor. That's so strange for him to be so noisy, while myself calmly study for exams?—And then, the truth wasn't sweet as I thought.

I saw many unfamiliar men at his age, and also women. I'm not an underage that I don't know what were they doing. If father's smells of smoke and alcohol combined was disgusting, I would puke at instant when I saw them.

They were in sex party.

I, pretended to see nothing while feeling the disgust at most, leaving his room. I saw my older brother naked at there too. I guess it was also explained why they could have easily earn money when father barely gave them enough sum. I'm not a homophobic, nor sexophobia. I loathed such an inappropriate and vulgar acts without thinking future carefully. What's so fun anyway, when you are a woman, but get penetrated by random penis and get filled by their semen? Either you got pregnant, or you will lucky enough to survive from it. Even contraceptive pills won't enough to escape that your womb from uneducated sperms. Worst thing, you would be forced to aborting your whose-father-baby.

I don't know anymore. I just want to graduate really fast so I can escape from this house. But I supposed not.

Because not that long after their sex party, they also came to my room and invited to do the same with his friends. How could be, that disgusting of my brothers, inviting to do such dirty playing when I never wished so?

Turned out they were almost raped me.

If God is actually existed, I would thanked Him a lot. Yes, you were right. Since it was almost, they didn't have a chance to did it.

The reason was a strange phenomenon happened. I was screamed so loud that when their disgusting hands touched me, they were suddenly got crystallized. I'm not sure why, I thought my window was leaking of snow from winter season so they got frozen, but seems not like it. They were imprisoned within my crystal. "Why", I thought. I don't understand too, as it's my chance.

Yes, finally. With whatever I got and I could bring, I fled from this house.

Living without family sure is hard.

I recalled, right when moved legally after fled that house was incredibly difficult. I don't know about my relative, or to where I should go. I was making sure wouldn't be able tracked by my family, so I walked really far from London for a week. Tough luck, I encountered some thugs just because I mostly walked alone, but thanks to my strange ability, I can beat them easier.

That was when I met that man. Piqued with my ability, he asked why a woman like me could be walking alone here... I was surprised that he knew my gender that easily, as I disguised as man. Feared that he will do something funny, I stay vigilant, but then he offered me a place to stay instead. Huh, I was dumbfounded. I didn't trust him, however, once he mentioned about his organization's name... I decided to follow him.

It's because about a rumor some organization with strange jobs. It's unlikely I never heard of it, but to think it's turned out to be true... They really accept anything. Any jobs, any request, as long you can pay it. I believe the name is Anything Shop Solver, in short, ASS. I couldn't be helped but cracked some laughter with its name. This organization placed on Bardsey Island, Wales.

The boss' name is Aeronwen. He's strange... eccentric businessman, he leads such an organization with his incredible wealth. Honestly, I can easily feel tired just by standing behind his presence, but I guess that's not the most case. Somehow, I'm glad that he accepted, as long I'm good with whatever his order to bring best for his organization. I don't mind. My ability—is useful for him. He paid my hardwork, so I don't particularly hate him. His organization is overwhelming, he has a lot of connections, influence, so it's actually good to be his pawn.

It's not only me who works under him. I knew them, but I don't really intend to be buddy-buddy,I'm too lazy for it. However, there was a man I had strong impression towards me.

His name is Kurt Vonnegutt. At first, we rarely talk because I tend to not have closer distance since he reeks like my father; he smoke, he drinks, and he's satire. Sometimes his mouth would talk so innuendo in weird term, that made me feel so uncomfortable. We were once or two in same mission, and I learned something about him.

That he seem has sort of disorder with his personality. I don't know exactly which one, I don't really that care anyway.

It has been two years since I joined in ASS. Pleasant or unpleasant, whichever the situation I was in, I had to bear it. Even if this means my jobs... become mostly with Kurt as my partner. Damn, I had no idea why the boss was like that! Just because he saw me mostly in clash with Kurt verbally, he decided to make us a team. I badly want to disagree, but then whatever boss' decision usually lead us to something good, eventually... so I accepted it reluctantly. In the end... I understand why he made us like this.

After a long time I didn't get any news from my family, I got some letters from my mother. The date was really late almost a week, I don't know why it came like that. Probably because this place is remote than London. I had no intention to read actually... However, I had a hunch if I must read it.

I didn't immediately read it, until three days later and... dunno why I asked Kurt to read these too. Do you want to know it what it says? Truthfully, I don't want to exactly put write these in here so I will just tell you in short ways. Yes, my father was being shit, his job sucks, my mother sickened as she witnessed him two-timing her, then my brothers exiled from home as well after they were found out. Serves you right, fucker.
Basically my mother wanted me to go back, but hell no. I will never go back, no matter what would be happened to them. They didn't care to me after all, so why must I? I will be living what I wanted most, boss needed me, and I have a partner in here.

Thus, I burned those letter for good.