Kenji Murakami

While he was sitting on the cot, not really sleepy but knowing that Dad would be mad at him if he tried to leave, Kenji cuddled the small stuffed leopard that Dad had insisted he take with him when he first came to visit Archanfel on Silha. Archanfel had been real nice to him, but now he was asleep and everything was boring. He really wished Archanfel would wake up; then they could play together.

I've gotten the new Purg'stall figure promised to me when I contacted Hobby Link Japan about the led coming off of my original. Now that's what I call service! In other news, I've finally gotten 'The Birth of Guyver V' posted at Fanfiction.Net. I will, henceforth, be concentrating on the next story in the series.

I just got the first part of my third Guyver fanfic back from my beta. Now, all I need is the second.

When they got to the temple, the first thing Imakarum did was to pull out a cot and put Kenji to bed next to Archanfel's resting place, with strict instuctions not to leave the main room of the temple even if he didn't feel like sleeping. Kenji, for his part, nodded and settled down on the cot.

Do yourselves a favor: don't ever read this, or this, or probably this, before you go to sleep. *shudder*

Well, the rain's been on-again off-again today. Right now it's on-again.

Wow, I didn't know people could actually catch colds over the internet. Though I am sorry your nose is all stuffed up; I hope you get better soon. Have some tea and chicken soup, that worked for me. It looked like it might stop raining today, but there it goes again.

Making his way down the path, with Dad tugging on his hand every time he slowed down, Kenji tried not to think about what might be happening to the Guyvers. It would make Dad mad, and then he'd probably make him stay in the temple longer.

-Dad, what do you think we should do?- Kenji asked, worried for both his father and the people in the base. Zoanoids had always been nice to him, and he didn't want to see them all get killed. -I think we sould leave,- Imakarum says firmly. -A fight between our enemies is none of our concern.- -But, Dad- -Don't argue with me, Kenji,- Imakarum says, his tone carrying a subtle warning, and his grip around his son's waist tightening just enough to emphasize his words. -We're going to Silha, and that's that.- "Bye-" Kenji calls out, his sentence cut off by Imakarum's sudden teleportation. "Mr. Guyver," he finishes quietly. Imakarum gives his son a mildly reproachful look, then tugs him along. "Come on, Kenji-chan. You can stay in the temple with Lord Archanfel." "But Dad, it's boring in there," Kenji says, prompting Imakarum to grasp his son's chin, turning the boy to face him squarely. "Well, then you can consider that your punishment. Not only did you leave Chronos' Africa facility without telling me, but you severly endangered yourself in the process. I'm doing this for your own good, my son. Those Guyvers, and that human abberation they're with, could have very easily have killed you. I've told you time and time again that you can't trust Guyvers, and yet you insist on trying to make friends with them," Imakarum sighes. "I want you to be safe, and if I have to keep you on Silha where I will be able to watch your every move, then I will." Kenji nods hurriedly when Imakarum releases his grip on the the boy's chin, following his father down the path to Archanfel's temple.

My sister originally thought she had tommorow off, but it turns out that she has to go to work. That kind of sucks, and on top of that it's been raining on and off for the last three days. I don't mind when it rains at night, but there are some times I want to go out during the day, you know? I don't even have an umbrella.

I love seeing your drawings, Ryuki. They're great; your shading, coloring, and detailing are all very good.

Nice work, Tales. Good luck with the rest of your work.

I love the work you did on the sky, and the sunrise in the background.

At least my nose has started to clear up. I'm hoping that lasts.

Nice work you did on this one, too. I like the glowing eyes.

Yesterday was not a very good day for me; I had a stuffy nose, a bad sinus headache, and a bit of insomnia to top it off. I'm feelintg a fair bit better now, though. Of course, one of the cats just barfed on the carpet, so I'm kinda grossed out.

It was getting really scary in here; not just from the Guyver - although he had turned into a doggy-thing that was kind of cute - but Dad was with him, so Kenji wasn't as scared as he probably would have been otherwise. -What are we going to do now, Dad?- Kenji shuddered. -This thing is scary. And the Guyvers are here, too.-

I look forward to it, then.

Hearing the heavy footfalls behind him, Kenji laughed as he sped up. "You're not going to catch me that easily, Mr. Guyver!"

Well, I for one hope you get enough money to be able to stop working those graveyard shifts. They sound like a real bear. What's Kamen Rider Hagaren?

Kenji laughs, firing a Gravity Bullet that clipped the weird-looking Guyver's right shoulder. "Tag, you're it!" he laughes, leaping over all the sleepy people and running out the far door. "Bet you can't catch me!"

I've just started to watch it on Youtube, and I have to say that it's pretty dang good. Not the best, but definately good. Weekends are my days to sleep in as late as I can, so I tend to miss shows that are on in the mornings.

With all the work you clearly put into that, I ceartainly hope you won.

"Great!" Kenji exclaimed, clapping his hands enthusiastically. "Um, where is he?" "He's just down that hallway," Kajima said, smiling and pointing to the hallway that would lead to the Guyver's battleground. "He's playing tag, so make sure you tag him first, or you'll be 'it'." "Okay!" Kenji calls back over his shoulder, scampering off.