Though I privately pledged to avoid talking about it, my shameful missive from a few weeks ago has roused memories that and thoughts that will not be silenced. I can only pray trapping them on paper and offering them an audience (if you are indeed still humoring this whim of mine) puts some of them to rest again.
Being a doll and being a rabbit... is there a difference? Is one better than the other?
Do I have a right to have such a preference?
A Kuzuryu does not choose their master. I, specifically, was born for the sake of serving one particular person. But when that person was, for all intents and purposes, lost to me...
Danna-sama picked me up, and gave me a reason to live. A master to live for. A Kuzuryu cannot be anything other than a Kuzuryu. I... do not wish to be anything less than a Kuzuryu. But Danna-sama is not the man I was born for.
Sometimes I miss the days when my main duty was simply eating carrots that the young master didn't wish to.
#5, dated March 3
Though I privately pledged to avoid talking about it, my shameful missive from a few weeks ago has roused memories that and thoughts that will not be silenced. I can only pray trapping them on paper and offering them an audience (if you are indeed still humoring this whim of mine) puts some of them to rest again.
Being a doll and being a rabbit... is there a difference? Is one better than the other?
Do I have a right to have such a preference?
A Kuzuryu does not choose their master. I, specifically, was born for the sake of serving one particular person. But when that person was, for all intents and purposes, lost to me...
Danna-sama picked me up, and gave me a reason to live. A master to live for. A Kuzuryu cannot be anything other than a Kuzuryu. I... do not wish to be anything less than a Kuzuryu. But Danna-sama is not the man I was born for.
Sometimes I miss the days when my main duty was simply eating carrots that the young master didn't wish to.
Sincerely,
Kuzuryu Ashiko