Danuki Diary (revised) Pt 1

Entry #1 5th March, AIEG

	I can't believe this, they sold me, my parents sold me to save their own asses. Who sells their own child? Sitting here in the back of an automobile as I write this, not sure of the make and model but it's rather fancy, a real high end model. Before I get ahead of myself my name is Andrew Fife, Andy for short. I'm about 20 or so and until recently working on my family's farm out in the countryside. Well that is till those soulless sonsa bitches sold me like livestock. It started yesterday when Pa sat me down and told me what was going to happen. That in the morning they'd come and collect me around noon or so. I'm not one to fight mind you, but I felt my blood boil and I wanted to deck the man who dared called himself my father.

	Been glancing out the window of this car, sometimes out the front one at the driver, my parents sold me to some money alright. Seems the driver is a mamono as most people call em. They’re more or less women with animal bits that have been around for what seems like forever, back when parts of our world was named stuff like "Zipangu region" and other weird names. The driver reminds me of. Billy’s sister, they call them Kikimoras They’re like dogs but covered in feathers, odd thing is that Nancy’s ears droop whereas the ones on the driver seems to perk up like my old dog. and unlike Nancy;s really dusty brown feathers she's got on her this driver are red like an apple.

	To be honest it feels like ages since I've gotten in this vehicle. Kinda wonder how much further we're going to go since we've already passed through the outskirts of town. Soon as I figure out the latch on the front window I’ll ask the driver how much longer till we get to where ever we’re going.

    Well Journal I think my driver is lost or has a poor sense of direction. I'll transcribe the conversation as best I can, I'm not Particularly good at this kind of stuff.

I managed to open the little window, asking the driver. "Excuse me, but we've been driving for some time now. Exactly where are we going?"

"I'm to take you to lady Miyabi." The driver told me without turning herself around, though I guess that's for the best

"And umm how WOULD you spell Miyabi?" I asked the driver, an answer only obvious to myself.

"EEM-EYE-WHY-AYY-BEE" My driver said sounding out each letter. I jotted down the name for future reference, in case something goes wrong.

    I had to stop for a bit to scribble down Miyabi’s name before continuing, though my next question seemed to hit on something with the Kikimora.

"Are we lost?" My question seemed to give the driver a pause as she seemed to be fishing for a good answer before settlin on "We’re just taking a scenic route is all." She said that without turning to me however.

	Honest Journal, I’m not all too impressed. This “Miyabi” woman seems to hire poor help, though while I think about it I wonder what kind of person she is. Getting more curious than angry at this point, but this lady is either a widow, or maybe it’s a mamono like the kikimora driver. What I do know for sure is this ‘lady’ has enough money laying about to buy people that’s for sure. Just looked out the window, and I believe we're lost. I think the driver has very no idea where she’s going.

	Asked again if she knew the way and I got the same answer before she grumbled and pulled over to take out some sort of map from under her seat. Don’t know why she didn’t use it in the first place. Watched her study it for abit before she crammed it back under the seat, and I almost fell backwards into my own as we started up again.

	Sun is starting to set, out here that only happens around eight or so during the late spring months which gives me a good frame of time. The driver is stopping every so often to check that map, which I noticed has some writing on it. Mainly a red line between two points and some notes along the side. Gonna stop writing for now to conserve space journal, after all I only allow for two pages per entry as you know and space in you is running out.

	Going to write one last bit while I still have some light journal. We’re approaching this big mansion, it’s the same color as dirt and the front yard is the size of one of Pa’s fields. Seems the mansion itself is at least two floors and lots of rooms, why the rich need so many rooms is beyond me. Back home we got along fine with what we had, though to be honest journal I woulda liked my own room.

We're pulling up to the front steps now, guess I’m gonna meet this Miyabi lady real soon like.