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He's the Monkey of the zodiac. Ritsu has a very low self-esteem and is often seen apologizing for everything.

He dresses like a female because he feels that cross-dressing calms him down. Her... I mean, his cross dressing routine makes other people mistake him as a woman. Ritsu has a long hair and has freakishly convincing beauty for a man.

Ritsu often blames things on himself that have nothing to do with him, and occasionally becomes suicidal. He has an odder quirk of having some sort of "special" spot on his side that, when pressed, makes him keel over and faint.

His parents always had to apologize for everything he did, so he is very unsure of himself. He feels that every day, he is robbing the world's air by breathing.

His Mom is Mesho Sohma. The host of Sohma Hotsprings.



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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

you slap like a girl

It's a sunny day. I'm glad today's a beautiful day. Actually... I'm very ecstatic that today feels like my kind of day. It feels like I'm very confident that, today, everything's going to be alright -- unlike yesterday.

Yesterday, while I was walking down the street, there was this kid who was teasing me because of my cross - dressing. Apparently, I'm the laughing stock of the neighborhood. He was teasing me and teasing me and teasing me. Then the unthinkable happened. Without my proper conscience, I slapped him pretty hard. He cried...

It seemed that he was playing outside their house. So when he started to cry, his mom ran outside to see what happened.

Now what have I got myself into this time?
"I am truly sorry for what happened, ma'am. It's truly my fault. Please forgive me." I uttered.
The boy wiped his tears. He gently stared me eye-to-eye and said:
"You slap like a girl."
My eyes turned black and broke the eye contact. I apologized to the kid and his mom and took off. I was walking rather pretty slow thinking of what had happened. I said to myself that it wasn't a big deal. But the boy's comment -- it hurts. He zinged me with his comment, as if he knew me very well. As if, he read my mind. It's true isn't it.
"Why am I so bothered? That was yesterday. The past is the past. So what if he said that? What matters is today. I should make the most of today!" I comforted myself.
As much as possible, today should be perfect. As the saying goes, "live life to the fullest". Only I could do that. Only we could accomplish the saying.

In the end, I better get going and get something done.

wept silently at 7:50 AM