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Chapter 3: Hanagaki's Diary

Hello!!!

Welcome to chapter 3!!!

I hope to continue to entice you with my story!!!

Let's start!!!<3333

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Izana pulled the lock and placed it at the table. The others came closer to him overflowing with emotions curious, worried, and excited to see what is inside the diary.

Upon opening the diary their first discovery was an old torn picture. A woman with beautiful long black hair that reaches her neck, wearing a hospital gown lying on a bed, while smiling warmly and showing a peace sign at the camera. Craddled in her arm and chest was a baby with beautiful ocean blue eyes and fluffy black hair smiling brightly.  Beside her was a foreign man sitting beside the woman, he looked around the woman's age and had familiar fluffy blond hair and ocean blue eyes just like the baby, his arm draped around the female's shoulder while the other is at the baby, the trio smiled so bright even though it was just a picture it felt to warm. Looking like 3 suns that came down from space. 

Behind the photo was a handwritten note with a very neat and elegant handwriting.

It read:
"xx/xx/xx Yuri and I spending time together with our baby at xxx hospital."

"Get well soon my beloved and welcome to the world  Takemichi!!:))<33"

"Love your husband and now father, Hanagaki Hiro<3"

"WOAHH!! Takemichi Looks so like both of his parents!!" Kazutora said.

"Mmh. He even got their sparkly aura and smile Hahaha."  Draken said.

"That's his parents?!!" Both Angry and Smiley asked not believing it.

"Of course they are!! They just said it?!!" Baji answered. 

"Now that I think about it we never them?" Hakkai said.

"Maybe something happened or they must be really busy people. " Mitsuya said.

"Yeah...He is usually by himself always and they seem to never come home too. We never really did see a picture or anything about his family except today. " Chifuyu said while inspecting the walls and around the area proving his point.

Now that they think about it. There were no pictures of Takemichi and his family. His house was simple and plain. He always seemed to live by himself alone in this almost empty place.

Izana flipped to the next page. This page was a disaster, full of scribbles, and phrases about saving, protecting, and taking care of someone, almost sounding like someone's last word was written all over the page almost unreadable and was repeated lot's.

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