[A/N: This is another complication, but this time it's all Bachio, and there's less writing, wow! These specific stories mention kidnappings, corpses, abuse, torture, death, and the second story contains disturbing descriptions. The second one also describes a situation that likely would be disturbing to those who are claustrophobic and those who are terrified of bugs, particularly maggots. Please think about if you REALLY want to read this before proceeding.]

[A Journal Entry]

?/??
...not again. Someone kidnapped Turtle this morning and we had to go save him, so that makes him the eighth member to have been kidnapped out of all members of the Taiko crew. As one of those eight members, it hurts to see the others have to suffer the same events, and now that a good portion of the crew has suffered from this, it feels like that sooner or later, we'll all have been kidnapped at least once. At first, I felt like I still had some power, like I could try my best to protect the others, but now, I can't help anymore, it's bound to happen, and I hate it. I hate that this always happens. I hate that I can't do anything. I hate myself for being too weak. In fact, I'm just no use anyway. I will never be useful. Maybe I should have been left to die when I got kidnapped... But that doesn't matter right now.
Why must this happen? Why do we all have to suffer the same cycle of being abducted and being tormented in some way? Why us? What did we do?
...Will we ever get an answer to that question?
Oh well, we'll just have to see.

-Master Bachio

[Final Thoughts before Death]

God, I'm so hungry... I need to eat something, anything... The only thing I can eat though would be Lucas' remains, but I can't bring myself to do that...
Why.... Why did this have to happen...? Why did Lucas have to be dismembered and tormented...? Why did I get abused and tortured and forced to eat dog food...? Why did I have to be thrown into this barrel and left to die with the rotting corpse of my friend...? What did we do to deserve this...?
It's so cramped in here... There's flesh and maggots occupying every inch of space I don't take up... And the smell... It's so strong that I... I can barely breathe...
Why haven't the others found me yet...? I just want this all to be some sort of bad dream... I want to see my friends... I want to see Don and Katsu one last time... I don't want them to suffer... I don't want to die...
...
...but alas, no one will answer my call. No one will hear my begging, no one will come to save me. It's too late.
Oh well... If that's how it must be, I don't have any choice in the matter, do I...?
...
Don, Katsu...
I'm sorry I had to leave you...
I'm sorry that I had to leave everyone...
I'm sorry that I couldn't save you before it was too late, Lucas...
I'm sorry, me... I'm sorry I died like this...
...goodbye.

[Chapter end.]