WORDS OF AKIRA:HAPHAZARD MOMENTS,STORMS OF PAST AND FUTURE AWAKEN ME.

Putting all my notes together is akin to hunting down that one coin you misplaced a day ago,one that you needed to place that important life-altering call that would have made your life set in luxury and bliss.

Next to impossible and if I'm honest boring.
It seems to be a mismatched pile high stop my desk at home,the room I let has virtually no sunlight so my eyes once perfect find themselves adorned with glasses.

Because I can not stop hunting that woman,I have to know more and to know why.Those doctors of the past thought not at all of what the consequences would be to ALL of us.Just what would win them wars and glory.
Money.

After an hour and a half of sifting and sorting I find that I have only WITNESSED twenty five of the thirty two known kills from ''THE HUNDRED FOLD DEATH",that the warrior woman only appeared and began her hunts only two months ago leaving a massive string of destruction behind her.My boss,He is trying to become the unsung hero of our time by writing and sending out amateurs like us to hunt this stories and nearly die for his glory,refuses to us any of our field notes but expects us each day to bring our own notes in order so he will write them as if it were his own, not mine or ours as a writing fellowship,
His and his alone.

If I had any sleep I would care,right now I am trying to pinpoint on my map where they are arriving from,there has to be an origin site.
I mark the old lab where this all began at,using different shapes to differentiate the various sightings from the confirmed killed to find a somewhat pattern in the old prefecture areas that had been dominated by burial mounds that are now mostly covered up and built over. 

Finding myself too tired,I set them all down and lay on the floor staring at a ceiling that does not leak at present,closing my eyes and there my mind goes to work when I do not want it to.
It stays on those honey eyes I saw,on the gentle form of a woman as gentle as likely a porcupine would be,on the swift movements trained form a life of being a warrior legends daughter,something that she made she to remind me of with each note I have been sent thing shuriken marks on my window panes that lead to be cursed by every landlord and there wives for the last month.
I have moved three times to make that hassle understood.

As I think it.so it happens.
I hear the sharp thud against the pane and sigh into the air"That woman will be my death"Rising up I walk forward,pull out the weapon and pile it with the others I have a collection of with various colors of ribbon that the warrior woman ties on.

"Darling and handsome writer man,did I not warn you to rest up and train well?Not a dawn away will the lands of Fukui find an unpleasant start of day.Coming?By the way,though you appear to be quite slight can you not learn keep up faster?I can not linger at these battles long after and I miss my reporter man and the pleasing view he offers.....if only you could keep up.What a pity."

I take my things and pretend I don't need sleep or that the innuendo is both flattering and enough to make me take these shurikens and test out my aim
"My death,this whole thing will be my death......I hope that this will make it right dad......"
Sins.....
I feel like only my constant hunting and probable death will be what it takes  to make my wrong right.