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Saguru Hakuba

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Sometimes I wonder if psychos follow me, or if I follow them. It doesn’t matter much though, I blame it on being a detective, and I'm used to strange people.

Nevertheless, that creepy man bothers me. There’s always that feeling when he show up. The same I had before when I was in some particularly nasty cases, and the same who usually keeps you alive.

Don’t trust them. Don’t trust him. He’s hiding something. And he’s dangerous.

And there's she. She is dangerous too, but she’s easier to read than him. Is not like she don’t know what emotions are, she just can’t experience some of them. She can predict what people would do in a given situation, and recognize the very emotions motivating them. She just can't feel what others are feeling. I can understand that. But he is different. He simply not care.

And now there’s our new English teacher, Ernest-Sensei

Kuroba was right. There’s something strange about him. Like..his Ki. If he is really half Irish half English I will eat my clock. I have the sensation that something is not right, that he hiding something too. He told me that he wanted to get away from all, but about what is he running away is the question.

I have the same strange feeling with him around. Real motivations set problems more often than other things to me. The primordial soup of hormones and neurotransmitters make people tick, and twitch, and change their minds, and there are only just so much I can decipher logically. People usually don't think of the consequences before jumping into something of which they know nothing. I try not to be like that but I fail sometimes too. Well, maybe it wouldn't be that bad or that ridiculous, but something would go terribly wrong.

Without proves thought are just thought, and fast judgments were never my style.

Let’s see how this goes.
[In the cell]

It had been 4 days, 17 hours, 37 minutes and 23 seconds since he had been invited to the Fire Nation. The distance between walls were less than 5.5 meters, and there were 157 bricks on the wall, 12 of them broken. Saguru Hakuba counted them. Not just because he was really bored, but because he liked to count things to keep his mind busy.

He had tried to practice some fencing too, it was not the same without a real opponent, or a real sword- but he could practice the steps, and it kept him from freezing.

They called that cells Coolers. It was an adequate name.

The coldness of the cell permeated the blond to the bone, while he wait, listening, hoping against hope that Akako wasn't going to try anything drastic. Hakuba knew that to survive, he had to adapt- to keep cool, learn to give and take pain as it comes. Sometimes he got scared, too. In fact, he was scared often, more for the other than himself, but he couldn''t show it - in a place like this, if you admit weakness, you're a dead man. It's as simple as that, as sure as a wounded fish is a meal for hungry sharks. Mercy doesn't exist. Second chances are about as rare.

So, here, in the coldness dark, he waited.

[On the palace]

Akako was not a happy witch. Between having her boyfriend kidnapped (no matter how many times the princess insisted it was an arrest, she'd never believe her) and being bested by the mousy girl (it had taken all night to heal the bruises!) she was in a horrid mood. All she wanted to do was rescue Hakuba, take him home with her, and go to sleep... preferably with him lying next to her, but eh. Minor details!

Akako approached the prison again, a bit more weary this time, and kept her eyes open for Ty Lee. She wouldn't be taken off guard and beaten up like that again.

The bruises really did hurt.

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