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  <title>Sasuke</title>
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    <name>Sasuke</name>
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  <updated>2008-02-26T05:49:41Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackesthate:14181</id>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2008-02-25T20:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-26T05:49:41Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-26T05:49:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Dammit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never understand the need people feel to &lt;i&gt;intervene&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone needs me, I'll be training.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackesthate:13858</id>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2008-02-15T23:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-16T06:15:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-16T06:15:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ITACHI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE YOU?! I'LL &lt;i&gt;KILL YOU&lt;/i&gt;, YOU BASTARD!!&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackesthate:13597</id>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2008-02-15T18:32:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-16T01:47:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-16T03:11:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Deidara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you get off sending me something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes you think I would ask &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; for anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((A note for anyone in the vicinity of room 406 or room 609: Sasuke has just very loudly slammed the door to his room on the sixth floor, and promptly made his way down to Deidara's room on the fourth. Another rather loud slam can be heard on the fourth floor, followed, possibly, by screaming of various sorts. Just so you know, it won't be a quiet confrontation.))</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackesthate:13454</id>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2008-02-06T17:56:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-07T00:58:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-07T01:02:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It &lt;b&gt;was not&lt;/b&gt; a jutsu, Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is overbearing proof that they are &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt; from this island. Be it back to where they came from or somewhere else, &lt;i&gt;it's somewhere we are incapable of going right now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop being blind, deaf, stubborn and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Might I add that I'm guessing Cheri managed to drag Sasuke back to the apartments at some point in the past day or so, considering I haven't been able to get in contact with Cheri-mun at all, and I figure hypothermia is a bad thing.))</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackesthate:13293</id>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2008-01-31T22:15:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-01T05:22:27Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-01T05:27:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">He's... gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there, and then the second I blinked he was just &lt;i&gt;gone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like he was never here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving. I can't say where I'm going, but it's somewhere not &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt; with all of these people acting like hardly anything's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Filter:Private(Moderately hackable due to a bit of inner turmoil CHERI I AM LOOKING AT YOU)]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a clench in my chest when he wasn't there all of a sudden. I thought he'd just left and that I'd dozed off, since I haven't been sleeping well, but when I realized he was really gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it feel like there's a hole in my chest? Why does it feel like there's something missing now that he's not here? I didn't need him, I don't now, I don't &lt;i&gt;care&lt;/i&gt;, I-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why does it hurt so damn much?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Filter]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Oh, Sakura-mun! If she wants to find him, at least until tomorrow night he'll be at the clearing where they had their training session. Drop me a line if you want to, I'll be around.))</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackesthate:12930</id>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2008-01-25T22:09:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-26T05:23:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-26T05:23:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Filter:Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I even care if he went out there and got himself killed? I don't even know what possessed me to pass by the healer's tent. I don't have anything to do with the tournament anymore. I haven't even been watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was there, from that mess. &lt;i&gt;A complete mess&lt;/i&gt;. Why do I even care? I don't need him. The one training session I had with Itachi was more productive than any I had with &lt;i&gt;him&lt;/i&gt; and yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely feel any connection to my own brother, but that &lt;i&gt;moron&lt;/i&gt;... Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Filter]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi, if you can find the time, I'd like to continue to train with you.</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2008-01-19T22:57:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-20T06:04:09Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-20T06:04:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Filter:Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was harder than I thought it would be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard his voice while I was in the tent, drifting in and out of consciousness. I didn't think he would come to see me... He's such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Itachi on my way out. He seemed to still be unconscious. Seeing him lying there, pale from bloodloss just didn't feel right. He looked almost fragile and weak, and it felt all &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Filter]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2008-01-14T21:24:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-15T04:32:36Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-15T04:32:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I managed to beat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was close, I had the feeling it would be close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;I didn't stay to see if the clerics got to him in time...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These wounds have bled through the cloth I tied around them, I think I might be losing too much blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;((Say hello to the dumbass who was too stubborn to go see the clerics after his match and is likely about to pass out from bloodloss.))&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackesthate:12039</id>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2008-01-09T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-10T05:19:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-10T05:19:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I'm fighting him, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it doesn't change anything. I'm still not going to hold back, and I don't expect him to, either. &lt;s&gt;If Halloween was anything to go by, he wouldn't, anyway.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Filter:Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I'll be facing Naruto. I'm not sure why I feel disappointed about it; it wouldn't have been a very engaging fight. Maybe I just wanted the chance to prove that I don't need him or his friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I... had said to him I would kill him, after all, to prove just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't. I don't &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; him. I don't want to be around him, I don't want any of it. Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Filter]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackesthate:12011</id>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2008-01-02T21:26:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-03T05:01:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-03T05:01:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Private:Viewable by Itachi/&lt;i&gt;Possibly&lt;/i&gt; hackable by Cheri]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharingan. That's what this is. It's activated by chakra just like any other jutsu, but not just anyone can use it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the Uchiha clan. It's called a &lt;i&gt;kekkei genkai&lt;/i&gt;, a bloodline limit passed down through the generations. It can copy any technique it sees, be it ninjutsu (I've remembered several jutsu that fall in this category since arriving here), taijutsu, or genjutsu, and, as I've seen firsthand, it's capable of accurately predicting an opponents next move (which should be useful in this tournament).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's easily spurred to activate by anger, I can activate it now as easily as blinking or breathing. Itachi can use it as well, I remember, but his was... &lt;i&gt;different&lt;/i&gt; somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, someone came to the house when I was young (seven...eight? Everyone was still alive, but I can't remember...), accusing him of a crime, something to do with a suicide they suspected to be murder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They must have been relatives of ours, because they also had the Sharingan, yet they accused him, and he attacked them for it, until someone... no, our father came along to stop him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except it wasn't our father that stopped him, it was me, something I said, and he got on the ground before our father and bowed to him. But I remember, clearly, when it was over and he looked toward me, the Sharingan in his eyes changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of it is on the edge of my mind but I still can't grasp it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how far I'll get in the tournament, but I won't lose to anyone weak.</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-12-03T22:58:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-04T06:27:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-04T06:27:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Filtered from Naruto and Sakura]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we used to fight a lot, about a lot of things. Sometimes, things went too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a fight on the roof of a building, wondering just why, why, &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; was he better than me? When had I stopped improving? How did he gain so much power so quickly? I was bitter, bitter enough to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those scraps of cloth and metal... They were a symbol of our village, Konoha. I didn't come here with one because I disassociated myself with them. I had a mission that they were holding me back from... I can't remember what that mission was, but it was more importan than &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to stop me. Cried and told me she loved me. Offered to go with me. I left her there. I thanked her and I left her there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was all in the past, almost three years ago. I came a long way, even if I can't remember those three years yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came a long way, got stronger... And he followed me. That idiot &lt;i&gt;followed me&lt;/i&gt; and I don't know why. We were the same age, he was older than he is here... Inside a place that was yellowed and teeming with a malicious power in the form of a fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him... that I would kill him to prove that our bond was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Filter]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-11-29T20:54:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-30T04:05:28Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-30T04:05:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Filter:Private(Hackability is moderate due to an emotional state)]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead, all of them. A family I can't even remember; parents I can't even remember. I don't have a reason for it, she couldn't tell me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because they were all shinobi? Or was it because there was just someone against us all? Why am I still alive? Why is Itachi? Revenge... She mentioned revenge. Is that why I feel like there's someone I need to kill? Did I know who did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this... I feel like I should be more upset. There should be more pain but all that's there is a dull ache. I can't picture it in my mind. I can't find answers to all of these questions... I want to know why I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itachi, I need to speak with you.</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-11-17T21:21:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-18T04:23:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-18T04:23:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Cecelie, Cheri, whatever you want me to call you, I think we have something rather important to discuss about my brother.</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-11-16T23:56:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-17T07:23:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-17T07:23:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Filter:Private-but-not-due-to-event]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of dealing with him. He's such a distraction! I don't even know why I'm like that around him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's wrong, he's completely &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt;, or I'm wrong. Every time I'm around him it feels like he's trying to pull me in to some place I don't belong. But I think some part of me might want to belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so obsessed with that girl, too, and I don't know why that pisses me off so much. He's such an idiot! I just need to separate myself from him and keep doing what I've been doing. Training is the only thing that feels perfectly natural. I know I have to train for a reason, too, but I can't remember what that reason is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That woman, Cecelie, she knows something. She knows about me, about my family, but she refuses to tell me. She knew my brother, knows about him now, but won't tell me his name or what he looks like. Why? There's no logical reason she wouldn't tell me something as innocuous as that unless she's hiding something. Maybe he's here? But why wouldn't she tell me something like that? She's more frustrating than Naruto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that other blond that calls me that stupid name. What is it with blonds anyway? They're all so damn &lt;i&gt;annoying&lt;/i&gt;. Why me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Private-but-not]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-11-12T17:42:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-13T00:53:36Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-13T00:53:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Upon returning to my room from training today, I was surprised to find several items laid out on my bed, some of which are downright &lt;i&gt;absurd&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for the money and this... certificate for three days paid vacation from work (I don't even have a job, who would give me such a thing?)... I would almost suspect Naruto of doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, who else would give me a &lt;i&gt;woman's yukata&lt;/i&gt; and a &lt;s&gt;rather voluptuous (the tag says "D"? What does that even mean? D isn't a &lt;i&gt;size&lt;/i&gt;.)&lt;/s&gt; &lt;i&gt;bra&lt;/i&gt;. Not to mention a pair of hideous turquoise houseshoes (though I'm surprised they aren't orange if he is the culprit), a set of &lt;i&gt;children's underwear&lt;/i&gt;, and a &lt;i&gt;tie&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Though at the same time, there's also a plain black button-up dress shirt here that isn't half bad, but still...&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose ridiculous idea was this? I'd like to eviscerate you.</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-11-07T22:01:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-08T05:25:18Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-08T06:08:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;[Filter:Private]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't doubt she's from the same place as us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not entirely sure why it is that I don't want to tell Naruto that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Despite him being typically dense, he's going to figure it out on his own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I actually sit and think about it, I feel some kind of twisted jealousy for him. How carefree he can be, even though I don't properly understand why I don't feel like I can be much more than alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I think is a purpose, but for the life of me I can't remember what that purpose is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/Filter]&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:blackesthate:10060</id>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-11-06T18:59:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-07T03:06:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-07T03:06:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Pink. There was a blur of pink and red in that memory before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might explain why she seems familiar.</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-11-02T14:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-11-02T21:03:57Z</published>
    <updated>2007-11-02T21:03:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel sick with myself. And sick to my stomach to top it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I suppose feasting on &lt;i&gt;blood&lt;/i&gt; would do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naruto, I hope you're &lt;i&gt;pleased&lt;/i&gt; with yourself. I'm never doing that again.</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-10-29T14:34:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-29T20:38:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-29T20:38:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm &lt;i&gt;starving&lt;/i&gt;. The sunlight burns something fierce and the mass of heartbeats is driving me &lt;i&gt;insane&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There also appears to be a demon whore who wants to have her way with me. I'm having none of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very thirsty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((For those who don't know, and that's probably most of you, Naruto managed to get Sasuke to dress as a vampire. The only telltale signs are his red eyes and fangs. He's also wearing the cloak he came here with as a cape of sorts.))</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-10-27T18:59:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-28T01:05:50Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-28T01:05:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm not dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to argue about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; happening.</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-10-14T00:08:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-14T06:13:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-14T06:13:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've been practicing what I know and looking into more things to learn lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things are a bit hard to practice by yourself, though, or perhaps it would just be more beneficial to practice with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what my level is, however, so it's difficult to find someone at my level to spar with...</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-10-08T22:23:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-09T04:25:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-09T04:25:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't understand him. I don't understand myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That woman... how infuriating...</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-09-27T20:19:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-28T02:27:19Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-28T02:27:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A festival... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel nostalgic for some reason I can't place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll see what it's all about.</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-09-24T21:55:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-25T04:17:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-25T04:17:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I was looking out my window at the moon rising over the forest and I remembered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was there, bright and vivid and full of life. That grin was infectious in the moonlight, and we were so high up... Scaled the trees until we conquered them, dirty and tired and it was so... &lt;i&gt;exhilarating&lt;/i&gt; with the wind in our hair and the treetops barely supporting our weight and the sounds and the smells of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and fought all the way back and the rest is a blur of pink and silver and... red. She cried for me, but I don't know who she was or why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shinobi.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>blackesthate @ 2007-09-23T14:12:00</title>
    <published>2007-09-23T20:19:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-23T20:19:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Things have been... strange since I got here. Too many people say they know me, or that I was here before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen that man with the sword again since I got here, though, and for that I'm thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blond woman told me that my last name was Uchiha, and though I can't remember, I feel as if I can trust what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to start learning (relearning?) how to use this sword. I may need it, there's no point in waiting for the memories to come back to figure it out.</content>
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