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Pein 5
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First Person
Private

I’ve given up the last part of me that connects those people and me together. I suppose it’s only fitting. The Yahiko they knew died that day with them. Perhaps I should have a burial ceremony, place his non-existent body in a grave next to theirs. I wonder if I can remember what unnamed post they were buried under. I should have visited their graves more than once. Not that it matters. They’re only decrepit remains. Tears do not bring back the dead; they only drown those who are still alive.

Pein. Its rather fitting I think. I wonder if they would have approved of the name.

It’s raining today. Somehow I thought I could escape the rain in Nevada. Its looks like that’s not the case. It must be just as sad of a place as New York.

/Private

I came across some rather compromising interesting images on surveillance last night around three in the morning. I will be here until five today, you can come find me or the video tapes will be relinquished to the proper authorities.

I do not accept checks, and I prefer not to take credit cards. Keep that in mind before coming to see me.

Third Person
Cell phones. Small distracting bits of technology. The bane of his existence. Who ever thought it was a good idea to create a device that could be carried on your person so someone could contact you at any moment at anywhere? No long does the excuse of ‘I was away from my desk, or not at home’ work. If they weren’t dead, Pein was going to put it on his list of people to kill. Perhaps that would be the occasion where he finally got his Prince Albert. Yes, penis head, you are being saved for the man that created cell phones.

Or perhaps for the man that created texts. At least with cell phones he could claim that it was not an appropriate time. But with texts there were no excuses. It was simple enough to smash some keys and press the send button. Which meant he was at the beck and call of his boss. And he definitely didn’t give a shit if Pein was at work, especially since he thought that Pein working for such a meager wage was an entire waste of time. His main job was, and always would be, for the mafia. Maybe he’d save the Prince Albert for that man instead.