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The book had a heavy duty lock on it as well, which luckily for Damon, wasn't locked for some reason. The cover page read:

For our lovely Sakura to write her thoughts and feelings. We love you!
From:
Ai
Ko
Mommy
and Daddy

The next page was Aiko's handwriting. It was sloppy. She was most likely around the age of six or seven at the time.

Dear Diary,
I got you a long time ago. I had nothing to write before. But now seems like a good time to start.... My parents were murdered in front of me last night. My writing may sound calm my dear friend but, if only you had eyes. I'm sorry that I'm soiling your pages with tears, but I cant hold them back. Uncle Kyoya is coming sometime tomorrow to take care of me, Ai, and Ko. I guess I'm excited to see him again but...its because my parents are dead.... Ai is taking it rather hard and Ko is trying his hardest not to cry. He held me and Ai all night. I feel it's my fault theyre dead.... I couldve done something but....but I couldnt.... I was too scared.... I hope you dont think less of me diary....

It went on along these lines for a long time. Ko seemed to be getting into a lot of trouble himself, showing that he was much older than Aiko or her sister. Some drinking, a few drugs, gambling.... Her handwriting got better, showing that she was aging, except for one which she wrote down that she was writing with her left hand because her uncle broke all her fingers on her other hand. Then it got really bad again.

Dear Diary,
I dont know what to think.... Ko picked me and Ai up from school today and started driving away from our house. He wouldnt answer any of my questions and kept telling me and Ai how much he loved us, and how we should take care of each other. I had no idea what he was doing. Then...he got to the train tracks. He told us to get out. Many times before he took out a gun, and pointed it at his head. He told us: "I'll pull this damn trigger if you dont get out!" Of course we did. My first thought was that he was leaving us with our uncle. How could he betray us? Then...he started crying.... "I'm sorry...." The track signs started lighting up and making noises as he floored it toward the tracks, hitting the brakes at the perfect time...to get hit.... It destroyed the car and mangled my brother. We soon saw the police coming and they dragged out my dead brother from the car.... Our Ko.... we went back home and...I took Ko's place for the beating's. I will not let Ai's life slip out of my fingers like everyone else. Never.... Lord, please give me strength....

Again, entries like this went on. She had bones broken even. She had an even harder time being a "child prodigy" at her school as well. Grades were slipping, she lost all motivation to play instruments, act, sing. She never let Ai out of her sight. She never had time with friends. Then, the entry that pretty much destroyed her every being, leading things even further down hill.

There is no god. he wouldntve let this happen. He wouldntve let this happen! HOW COULD HE MAKE SUCH A WONDER, INNOCENT, PERFECT CHILD SUFFER AND DIE LIKE THIS?! WHY?! That b*****d of an uncle killed my Ai. My Ai! He nailed my hand into a wall and went into mine and Ai's room. I'm not sure all of what he did, but I know he beat her and possibly other things to her for two hours straight while i tried to get the nail out of my hand. Next thing I saw, her body rolled down the stairs. A bloody pulp. i cried harder than I ever had before. He called the police, who he practically has control over, and told them she fell down the stairs. He took the nail out of my hand and tied me up and gagged me in my room while the police came. I had to get myself a free, for he didnt come back for me tonight... It took a while, but I found my brother's pocket knife on the nightstand. I've cried all night. I'm surprised I have tears left. My hand hurts really bad. Its not my writing hand luckily but, how does that help? It helps me wallow in self-pity as I write about my tragic life that I'm damned to? This makes no sense. You don't make sense. A stupid object with blank pages and a cover begging to be filled with self-loathing. i hate you. A lot. But I'm positive I'll be seeing you again.... Uncle said he has plans for me....

Apparently, after that day, her uncle told her why he turned bad. He never really liked any of them at all. He only acted like it, so if something was to happen to the parents, he would get custody of the kids. And if something was to happen to them, he would get the wealth. But, he left Aiko. He didnt kill her for a few reasons. He trained her to be a perfect weapon. To kill, to steal, and anything else of the man's desire. Anything and everything. Many times she tried suicide, but something would always happen. The branch on a tree that the noose hung on broke, the gun refused to fire, the pills werent strong enough, for her uncle drugged her often for...reasons.... All this for a very long time until she was sixteen. Then, she was sold to slavery in America, and pronounced dead in Japan. Then, the slavery entries started.

The door from the house opened and closed.... "Im back!" She said in a neutral tone.

Aiko's ear twitched. "Damon?" She asked in an untrusting, angry voice. She ran into her room about the time he was able to shove it back in. She growled, arms crossed as she leaned against the doorway. "And what the HELL are you doing?"