Editing for Akayume!

By [Kaimee] :P

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202.War Diary Entery - [changes marked in red, spelling corrected and some changes to words suggested ^^;]

I sighed as my hand cramped up from [writing.] It wasn't often that I wrote, and I really didn't feel like writing today. But I had to. I had to write down what [had] happened, what went on. I brushed a single tear from my cheek, and blinked. I had to be strong, I had to be brave. If I wasn't, then [who] would stand for all who died? Yes, I had to be brave, for them. Perhaps now you want to know my story, the story of a war-raged [mercenary], of a [lonely], [exiled] girl of [eighteen]. Yes, now you are interested. Well, I guess I should start my story from the very beginning. It was the year 2121, and all of humanity was a nervous wreck, [experiencing] the calm before the storm.................

I, of course, was on my way to a job when it happened. Some hired me for my killing skills, it was all I was really good at. I believed in 'survival of the fittest' and all that jazz. I was cruel, uncaring, and awful, all the things that I ever wanted to be. People glanced at me in fear, hoping not to cross my path. I was, indeed, in a real crappy mood. I had gotten blood all over my new clothes, and [that had] made me angry. But ah well. I would get money to buy [more] soon. I let out a snarl-like noise as someone bumped into me. "I'm [warning] you..." I started, then stopped.

It was a young man, maybe seventeen or so. He had pale ash blonde hair that curled around his thin face, and deep blue eyes. His skin was of a pale color, but not too pale. He was only about an inch shorter than me. He looked up, and gasped. A look of awe and fear crossed his face.

I sighed. I had no time for people like him. Not today. "Now listen here..." I started again.

"P-please miss, w-we need your help." He said, his voice dripping with fear. He tugged at the bottom of his dark [brown shirt] nervously, and he chewed his lower lip.

"Alright then, who needs my help?" I asked, placing a hand on my hip. I tapped my foot impatiently.

The boy nodded his head. "I-" He pointed behind him. "And my batallion do."

I scoffed. "I don't [do military]." I said as I started to walk off.

"No!" He shouted as he reached out a hand towards me. He grabbed my arm.

I glared at him, daring him to continue holding my arm.

"No...Please.....just...please.." He pleaded, a look of pure hopelessness on his face.

"Fine." I muttered. I couldn't believe myself. I never, ever, ever helped anyone if there wasn't something in it for me.....and, I had...issues with the military. I knew what they were doing behind the scenes, and it, quite frankly made me sick to my stomach.