[b][i]Samuru Amakusa[/i][/b]

Samuru blinked as he saw the text message. Beach trip, just like in Nagasaki? What would be the harm...or the benefit? That he didn't know. Well, he should go; his friends are waiting for him.

[i]Are they really your friends?[/i] part of his mind thought. [i]They accept you for who you are, yes, but they are...cold to you otherwise.[/i] Samuru had to admit that part of that was his own fault, for insisting on negotiation with flipping' Shadows. The young man knew better than to delude himself that such thoughts aren't his'; they were. He just didn't like them. 

"Acknowledge your thoughts as yours, own up to your faults," he whispered to himself, looking around his room which was covered in anime posters. Lying on top of his bed, he would send a text message saying he was coming...

[i]One more thing[/i], his thoughts spoke, [i]when we confronted each other again in The Velvet Room, when you faced your Shadow once more...it took twelve hours in order to wear it down, right? What a loser.[/i] Another nod of acceptance, acceptance that he did loathe himself, even after overcoming his main issues.

[@Sho Minazuki]