Daisuke is finally asleep. Good thing, or else he would see me writing about him in my blog. It's not that I don't trust him; it's just that, oh God, it would be embarrassing!!

I don't know what I saw in him: he's very sober, moody and hot-tempered sometimes. He likes to make fun of me by calling me kid (yes, he's more than a decade older than I am). Yet, he's a gentleman, very sweet, loving and protective of me. I don't know how he puts up with some of my childish ways and shortcomings. I always feel safe with him and we protect each other's backs. He is brave and can be very dangerous. He won't let anyone hurt me, especially Yamamoto (thank God he's in jail, never to hear from him again). I truly love him. I know he's the only one I'll ever love this way and he loves me just the same. I just don't want him reading my blog, that's all, because I tell him what I need to tell him. And he knows it, most of the time without me telling him.

Aargh, which reminds me, I have to go downtown and buy some stuff. And dammit, I forgot to pick up the pictures!! There's also one thing that's on my mind now: the test results. That won't be till Friday, so I guess a few more helpings of cup noodles and microwave dinners wouldn't be so bad.

I can hear him softly breathing. He is tired today because he's been teaching me how to shoot better. He stirs under the sheets. I try to type quietly; he gets easily annoyed by the sound of my nails hitting the keyboard.

Nah, I guess I'll go to bed now. I don't want him to wake up and find me gone.

Finally, I have the entire suite to myself!!

Daisuke left with Lupin, strictly instructing me not to let anyone in. They didn't want to bring me in their heist tonight since it would be really dangerous. Plus, I'm not feeling well due to something I possibly ate a while ago combined with Daisuke's endless smoking. Ugh, I feel nauseous.

Anyway, it's been a month since I've been with these guys. If my parents were alive, they would die of a heart attack seeing me come along with the world's famous criminals. I don't know for how long I would stay with them; I do hope that that dirty old Yamamoto and Daisuke would finally settle their business. Right now, I'm stuck in the middle of these two men. After that, I would have to find work so I can give Daisuke his paycheck.

I wish I can email Summer but my whereabouts might be traced. Next week, we'll be going to Monaco. It's really hard, travelling a lot and I have to wear disguises sometimes. I don't know what will happen next and what will become of me.

All because of a photograph.

Call it serendipity, coincidence, destiny or whatever you want it...I finally found him!!

The man in the photograph. Just like how he looked the day I took his photo. Still wearing that dark suit and fedora concealing part of his face, it seems like only yesterday.

Meeting him in Tokyo is strange; there he was waiting for his friend with that loud red jacket, thinking that I was some kind of paparazzi. Finding him in Osaka is even more strange; in a street chase with Yamamoto's men.

We made a deal: in exchange for saving his life and repairing his car, he watches over me.
"Alright, kid," he said gruffly. "You come with us until all of this is over."
"Fine," I told him. I was uncertain at first. "I'll pay you when I have the money or in some other way I can."
He looked at me darkly. "Don't get any ideas," I reminded him sharply. "I'll call my bank first thing in the morning."
"You can just sell your camera."
"Hell no! My camera is precious to me as your Magnum is to you." That settled the deal.

I can't believe I finally had the time to write. There's so much to tell since there's been so much that had happened since I left home (if you call a three-storey house with all the luxuries I could imagine a home).

Damn that Yamamoto!! I regret the day I ran into that creep. I have no idea why in the world he's hunting me down and why he's so obsessed in getting that photo of mine.

I didn't really ask for this kind of exposure since I got that special prize for that photo. I couldn't help it if one of Camcraze Magazine's judges is closely connected to Yamamoto; it's because he was one of the financers of the contest. But why is he so interested in that man in the photo (honestly, I think he's sort of dashing in a dark sort of way!)? He's the most paranoid nut I've known; he thinks that I personally know that man in the photo.

I can't believe I had escaped from Yamamoto's thugs. And I couldn't believe he would go that far in trying to kill me. Why hadn't I thought of doing this before? I guess I was still young and scared back then (I'm still young though!). Although I regret breaking my rainstick on one of their thick skulls.

This motel room feels more home. I can move about any way I want to, with no men in identical uniforms following me (where does Yamamoto ever pick up those lowlifes?). Ha, I can walk around here naked if I want to. But hell no, peeping toms would be worse. Or Yamamoto's dumb duo might be at the building across my window. Yaiks, I'm starting to get paranoid like him!!

Luckily I have my laptop here for company. My camera is in its case, asleep. I wish I brought with me my other favorite things. However, if you are on the run, there's no more room for that. I could live without them for now but I hope things would get back to normal soon.

Of all people...after testing what I learned so far from a hacker/informant friend...that man in the photo...is a professional hitman working with a professional thief...golly, what kind of people am I running into nowadays?

Now all I have to do now is find him or my life depends on it.