Vulpes · Rosa

Today's events were less than promising.

Breakfast started out fine. I wanted to acquaint myself with Omi's friends, so I approached the blond one named Yohji. I've seen him around quite a bit, so I believe he's been here about as long as I have. In hindsight, I realize if I had come clean then about what Omi had told me, I might have avoided this situation entirely. Funny how hindsight works...

At any rate, I spoke to Yohji for a few minutes before Omi showed up. It seemed to me that Omi seemed apprehensive about telling Yohji that I had forced him to talk. So, I kept quiet about it for the most part. Except for a few comments that I could have done without. My youkai nature has been acting up lately... Looking back, I think I wanted to see just how far I could press the issue. Well, I found my answer, didn't I?

I approached Yohji again during lunch. I'd seen a bulletin board post involving him, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't worried. But when I asked him about it, he refused to tell me anything. I thought this was because he was protecting his secret, so I informed him of what Omi told me. The surprise, I had expected, but not the anger. Or Yohji believing that Omi was trying to test him, despite whatever I said afterwards to dissuade him.

It was alarming how easily I had broken his spirit. I had no idea that a few words would result in an outcome of that magnitude. If I was any less human, I might have taken advantage of his mental state, but I couldn't do it. He's Omi's friend. Hurting him meant hurting Omi, and I'd already done enough damage, however unintentional.

And speaking of Omi, he seems less than pleased with me. I wonder why.

Sarcasm aside, I need to fix this somehow. It was my mistake.

'Florist assassins'. Quite possibly one of the most interesting things I heard today. I finally managed to get Omi to talk to me about what he did, and jokingly, that was his response. That he headed a group of florist assassins. I'm not sure if I'm inclined to believe him or not. He seemed to be joking, teasing me, but that would be one of the perfect ways to throw someone off if I were in his place.

It's not necessarily ridiculous. And I'm not one to judge, considering I belong to a group of teenagers that defend the human race from demons. I think anyone reading this journal would really think I was insane.

Anyway, I didn't get a chance to talk to Hisoka. He seemed busy. A little downhearted, but there were others talking to him. Instead, I found myself talking to Ginji again. I was glad to see him. People have been disappearing right and left. Apparently, they can't play with us for quite as long anymore, now that more patients are coming in every other day.

At any rate, Ginji informed me that he's been trying to organize some kind of resistance. It's a good idea, and I told him I would offer whatever assistance that I could. The sooner we brake their control, the better...

Again, no progress. But at least we weren't eaten alive.

Hisoka never showed up. I fear he might have been taken for counseling last night. I should find him at some point today and make sure he's alright.

Instead, I traveled with my roommate Omi and his friend Aya, whom I met yesterday morning. We ran into a pack of rats on our way to meet their friend. Quite large rats. I'm surprising we still have feet to stand on, considering we were practically weaponless.

That should be our first priority when tonight comes. In the meantime, there are some things I need to find out about Omi. It's not everyday you stumble upon a teenager with such expertise in projectiles. I learned that he was proficient in darts, so I made him two. A risk I shouldn't have taken, but I didn't want him to venture about unarmed.

He seems forthcoming in information, except when I touch on anything relating to where he comes from. He claims to be just a normal boy, but I can't help but feel he isn't being entirely truthful. Half truths, perhaps, but not whole ones. I want to trust him, but this secretiveness is warranting some suspicion. And it would be foolish to think that there aren't dangerous people here. It's hard to imagine that Omi could be some kind of threat, but I'm sure there are those who would think the same of me, and they would be wrong.

Until I find out what he's hiding, I simply can't give him my full trust.

Martin Landel.

This is the name of our dubious ringmaster. I don't plan on forgetting his face soon. At least not until I see him writhing in throes of agony in front of me.

He took the liberty to show himself today. There were many attempts at his demise, but none of them succeeded. I'm not too surprised. He wouldn't venture into our midst without some kind of reassurance. The other patients didn't seem to realize that. Several of them were sedated.

I was at Ginji's side through most of it. Helping him to keep calm in the face of his fears was almost a welcome distraction from my own anger. I hate this puppeteer who toys with us like dolls.

Like he has with my mother... I saw her today. Healthy and whole...yet not. She doesn't remember our lives before we were taken here. She called me 'Skylar' and remarked upon moving closer to the hospital for my sake, which I declined.

That madman said something about our visitors once being patients... The thought makes my blood boil, but I must keep my calm. I died once before for my recklessness. I won't have it happen again. Especially when my mother is counting on me to help the both of us.

There was another boy I spoke to today. Hisoka. We plan to look for our files tonight, though I suspect our search will prove unfruitful. They wouldn't leave such valuable information laying around. It will be protected heavily, and tonight is a night for brainwashing. I believe they call it 'special counseling'. It won't be easy.

On a lighter note, they seem to have set us up with roommates. Odd, since putting us together with others only increases our chances to bond and overthrown them. Then again, perhaps the risks of their choice are outweighed by the sheer number that they've brought here. And it continues to grow each day...

There has to be a way to stop this.