Genya pov

Those bitches.. how dare they hurt mui like that..

I know where his dad is, I'll get him first..

I chuckle, then run until I find muis old house

And there he was, the man himself, muis abusive father..

He looked at me, "who the fuck are you? Get out." He tells me, I smile. "I'm muichiros boyfriend." He just looks aggressive. "Well, he's not here. He's gone missing. Probably killed himslef" He tells me. "I hope he has" He adds, I get furious.

What does he mean 'I hope he has' ?!

I'm gonna kill him..

"He's not dead." I tell him, "how do you know?" He asks, "I happen to be the one who He's with. He ran away from home, and came to mine." I tell him. "Why are you here?" He asks.

I start to laugh,

"You'll find out sooner enough.."

He looks confused, he just stares at me. I grab a cloth from my bag and cover his mouth. He tries to yell but I stop him.

"Your coming with me.."

He passes out, "that was easy.." I say to myself. I tied him up, then went to muis room. I looked around to see if there was anything I could possibly give to him or put in his room. There was a bin with a tiny bit of blue hair in it-

I'm assuming he trimmed his hair or something. I hope it wasn't his dad,

There were pictures of him and someone who I'm assuming is his mother. I grabbed those. And there was a picture with him and one other person who was identical to him- I grabbed that aswell. Maybe it's his brother, I'm assuming it is-

He had a hairbrush too. But I already had one for him, there was also a diary-

'Should I read it..?' I thought to myself.

I opened it and went onto the most recent page.

'Dad's being really.. he's just not good.. I miss my old dad- I want HIM back

I don't want someone who yanks my hair, cuts it.. says heaps of bad stuff to me and controls me.. I hate him.. I really do- the only good people in life for me are mother and yui. I only get to see yui about 3 times a year- and mother can't really stand up for myself.. I just want someone.. who can stand up for me.. who's nice.. who's caring.. who would love me for who I am and not change me- not cut my hair, not change the way I dress.. and someone who'd be fine with me for my sexuality too..

I'm just tired..
I really am..'