A/N: Another long period between updating ;_;. Gomen nasai. Anyways, SKU doesn't belong to me, only Zilya Comarane.

Crazy Fries

~Kozue~

I feel like weeping and laughing all at once. My brother is so promiscuous as of late. I watched in silence as he embraced a seemingly unwilling Juri. I have also noted seeing that tag-a-long plaything Shiori following Micky and her around. To what purpose, I wonder? It is clear Micky has eyes only for Juri.

What to do, what to do..

Instead of my usual blind hatred, I see worry encompassing my heart. It is interesting because I never imagined the tables to have turned in such a way. But then again, he seems to be a different kind of man these days.

When did he become a man? And what brought about this change? I am uneasy. Doesn't Micky know he is perfect just the way he is?

~*~

Anthy's Journal

I can feel the heart sigh,

A trembling, wary feeling.

And in each movement,

I can feel your heart cry..

Utena-sama wanders around with a determined look on her face. "Can you feel it, Himemiya?" She stands in the middle of the greenhouse, silent and still, as I tend to the roses.

"Feel what, Utena-sama?"

"It feels like a storm is approaching. You know how the air will smell different before it rains?" And with that thought, she wanders out of the greenhouse, as silently as she had stalked in. I don't know what the use is to worry about this.

Eventually, all will follow their destiny to the Ends of the World.

~*~

Does it really matter why I do what I do? Do I have to explain everything, lay out each individual detail for all to see?

Mmm... I love the way water beads off your skin when you shower. I've been a good boy since our meeting with Saionji. Each day, I feel the frustration build. I'm not used to being confined to such a role, having to work for what I want. While girls have thrown themselves at my feet, Zilya only shuns me with barely any effort.

Playing this tired role of doting lover makes me grow weary, but how else should I plan on stealing you from your dear Kyouichi? A real man does the job right, thorough. And you bet your pretty little head I will soak up every inch of your desire and leave your husk for him to claim.

Why is it you love him? What is it he can do for you that I cannot? I can assure you I can do just that and a million times better than him.

I want to scream at you and make you listen. You are seriously jocking my style..

Watching the nervous way you eye me and stand defiant makes me want to hurt you in ways unimaginable. I gaze calmly at you though my heart is beating strong in my chest. I feel like I'm on fire.

I want to break you, piece by piece, and wear you down. Because if I can't have you, I swear I will ruin you.

- T.K.

~*~

Hai,

Sempai looks sad. In turn, I am also affected. How I long to openly stroke the velvet of her skin. When we are together, everything feels right. Though, this forlorn look has ways of making me waver on some distant, clouded thought.

She called me Ruka not too long ago. It bewildered me and made me elated all at once.

Why?

Why should I feel happy she called me by another's name? A familiar voice whispers that it might possibly be the one and only chance to show sempai how much I truly care.

Kaoru Miki

~*~

Journal of the Deprived

I will visit with her tonight. Hopefully, she is muddled enough to not sense my truest aspirations for this get-together. There will be a duel soon and I smile at the thought of being that much closer to destiny, to power. If I am not careful enough, everything constructed thus far will fall around me at one misplaced breath.

One can only hope. One can only dream.

- the flower junkie