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- 1-From the Journal of Akagi Shigeru
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The sunny afternoon was a peaceful one to the residents of the north
eastern prefecture. A well-dressed man sat alone with his coffee in a
restaurant, taking in the fresh air, a pen poised at his lips. Akagi, aged 45
years, continued writing in his notebook.

YASUOKA

A cunning man, a detective on official business but with hidden
and nurtured ties to the underworld. He is proud but not at all hesitant to bow
down and humble himself if need be to achieve his goals. His true character is
most of all evident in the bedroom, his hunger for influence the main component
in his deviant desires. His body is short but powerful, so it was with physical
strength rather than words that I was able to get him to compromise to my own
interests.

Akagi paused to pick up his cigarette from the ashtray. A crooked
smile.

It was an interesting experience, but afterwards the man got
too sure of himself. There is nothing I hate more than people believing they've
got you figured out. Any further offers, tricks and lies he made in order to
hook me had failed. In the end, all he wanted to get out of me was more money.
I could see right through his facade.

Frowning, Akagi turned the page over. He didn't feel like writing
any more about the retired officer.

NANGOU-SAN

He is probably the only man I'd still address formally though
I've known him for such a long time.

Akagi drew on the cigarette, thoughtfully exhaled smoke.

A habit grew into a pet name, which I needed to keep reserved.

He is hardworking, but wasn't good with calculating his chances
in the long term. When I met him he was probably at the lowest point of his
life, weak-willed and unable to counter the tide of his misfortune. He is an
honest and responsible man and in the face of death he would entrust his fate
to someone better equipped to the situation at hand. He had accepted that he
could not do better on his own, and I don't hold it against him. He had taken a
lesson from that encounter.

The last I saw of him were twins cradled in each of his arms,
joyful laughter ringing in the blooming garden of a lovely house. A
straightforward woman calling his first name, which I had never used. What
would she say if she knew how he called mine, in unbridled passion, gasping
beneath me?

A wistful sigh.

He seemed to have finally found his happiness with his new
family. He is the kind of man who wanted to settle down, and he never would
have been able to understand the restlessness I had... It was a meaningful time
we shared, but we both knew that it could never last.

URABE

In some ways he reminds me of Yasuoka, but he presents himself
a lot smoother, a chummy attitude in order to put strangers at ease. A con man
experienced in trickery who eventually got what was coming to him.

He was hurt, upset and full of hollow threats. Healthy,
functioning fingers had been taken from him and his spirit was crushed.

Akagi paused. It was difficult writing this chapter.

He was terrified of me. He was submissive while he feigned
anger. I was close as I spoke to him, I was correct about his frustrations and
the rejection he experienced all his life. He became aroused and hated himself
for it. He was utterly helpless, so I made him an offer which, once he agreed
to, he would be unable to go back on. It was curiosity I felt rather than pity.
He was like a wild beast, and his strong jaws bit me hard enough to leave a
scar that I still carry today.

Absentmindedly Akagi rubbed his left shoulder. Things that had
taken place then seemed alien to him now; he understood exactly what had
motivated him in his younger years, but he didn't care to note down all exact
details. He turned the page.

PHONY (a.k.a. Hirayama, my impostor)

When I first heard that nickname I was
vaguely reminded of that animated children's movie from America. I have never
seen it, but kids kept quoting it when I was growing up. Grumpy, Sleepy,
Dopey... the odd English names of small men they call dwarfs.

Akagi blinked, crossed out the paragraph and
started anew.

They said this man resembled me physically, though I
immediately was able to pick out our differences in facial structure. Him using
my name, it was like an invitation for a closer personal inspection. I found
many more details that were different between our bodies, and he threw curses
at me and screamed bloody murder while playing along, holding on tight for
more. All but shallow words. The encounter was short-lived but lively
nevertheless.

He was confident but foolish. He never expected to meet up with
me, so he found himself forced to be on the defensive when indirectly
confronted about true identity. He might have had photographic memory but he
lacked the foresight to not rely on false pride.

Initially the main difference was his
requirement for security, his weight on rationalism. The man was no gambler and
might have realized it himself, if only he had lived long enough. An
unfortunate victim of a meaningless gamble he was unwilling to partake in. May
he rest in peace.

OHGI

Another one of those crooks. I admit I hadn't studied his
character as closely as I had Yasuoka, because at the time I met him I was
preparing myself for the battle with Washizu, which required all of my mental
energy. But I knew enough to know what to expect from him, and what he expected
from me was clear.

He is stronger than both Nangou and Yasuoka, but as a trained
fighter he possesses a greater sense of self-control; I could tell he wanted
more but he was gentle with me, he was cautious towards my wounds and my
weakened physical state. Yasuoka watched us and I can't remember whether he
joined in, but he probably did. I must have passed out that celebration night.

OSAMU

I remember him mostly because he once warmed up a mahjong game
for me. An impressionable youth, perhaps the first boy who openly admired me. I
wasn't really interested, but he was persistent. Desperate, maybe. He tasted
like vanilla.

I made sure to cut off all ties afterwards. The boy had better
stay in his own world.

"Such a heartbreaker, Shigeru," Akagi sighed to himself
and turned the page.

ICHIKAWA

No one could ever be like me, but should anyone come remotely
close, then it would be this man. At least, that's what I felt when I first met
him. In the end he failed to understand my need for the irrational, the insane.
He was a man who long operated by his own set of rules, but, he was an outcast
just like me, and that was what drew me to him.

I'm not sure whether he knew or could tell how old I really
was; I was pretty tall for my age and "brat" to him could have meant
anything under 30. He was able to tell that I was a virgin though, and it
excited him; I let him be my first, it was a ride of madness and wild guns and
I had passed out quickly from sensory overload. I regained my senses and we
repeated. It was both painful and amazing. I shall never forget the energy and
wickedness that flowed in him, before it extinguished forever at the end of our
final game. May he rest in peace.

Akagi smirked darkly, then continued on the next page.

WASHIZU
IWAO

Good old Iwao, rest in peace. The tycoon of a nation, the
bloodsucking beast of a century. He reminded me briefly of Ichikawa, except
that he was even older. He was a tough one, but eventually even he broke down.

His idea of pleasure was the death of his opponent, youthful
life flickering to it's end before his thirsting eyes. And that was just fine
with me, but I went and tried to see whether the conventional ways to ignite
the passion still worked for him. He tried beating me but he was a fragile man.
He turned out to be quite vulnerable to my touch and suddenly appeared to be
much, much smaller. To me, it was like riding a hell wagon of demons. I was
light headed and I believe we both were seeing things. Break time was far too
short.

Akagi paused, searching his mind for more details of that
particular night. It had been a long, long night, in which way too many
memorable things happened.

He was my life's greatest match. I had found a certain kind of
satisfaction at the point of his destruction. It had been what I was looking
for, and all that followed that experience were just cheap thrills in
comparison, at least in regard of a meaningless gamble.

He decided that he would need to made a
separate entry for this chapter alone later. His hand tired, he snapped the
book shut and pocketed the pen. He took a deep breath of the evening breeze. It
was time meet up with Ten.

I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE SNOW WHITE JAB AT YUKIO BUT I COULDNT
RESIST

His official Engrish name translation is "Phony Akagi".

Please feel free to complain if you would have liked to have seen
any other characters that I have not included in Akagi's amorous adventures
(Yagi is a retard).
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From the Journal of Akagi Shigeru

YASUOKA

NANGOU-SAN

URABE

OHGI

OSAMU

ICHIKAWA

WASHIZUIWAO

WASHIZU
IWAO