Year of the Boar, Tenth Month, Day 19. Postscript.

Words fail me. I am rarely speechless but now... I just may be. I returned to my chamber after a screaming argument with Yuika to find Yuuta in my chamber. He was actually looking through my things when I crashed through my door and did not have the decency to look even faintly apologetic. I was in such poor humour that I did not actually notice him until I had slammed the doors behind me and walked into the middle of the room. Thank the gods I have always had the foresight to keep my most private things hidden in secret places so there was no danger of him reading these papers but the thought of his hands on the few things I do keep about my chamber makes me feel just a little bit sick.
I just simply cannot get over the fact that when I finally collected myself enough to take him to task, in terms with which I will not defile my pages, he actually told me that while he was amused by my games, I ought to know my place. Which is apparently in his bed whenever he decides he is in the mood. The arrogance!
I must admit that I was not entirely sure what to do... I was a little afraid, in that moment, that I would find myself a victim but I managed to stop my hand from shaking long enough to get a grip on the handle of my knife and I felt calm then. Calm enough to do what was necessary and it is with a small amount of satisfaction that I can write that I sliced off his beard. After getting close enough to let him believe that I acquiesced, of course.
That small act renewed my confidence and once I had done it, I took his braid in my hand and held my blade to it, raising my eyebrows at him. I asked him, hissing, if he remembered what I had said to him. At least he had the good grace to look a little shocked; as if he could not believe that I had been serious. Not that he apologised or made any attempt to leave so I dropped my hand to his groin and then I told him that I was completely serious and that he had less than a fraction of a stick to remove his scorbutic behind from my rooms and from my life because if he didn't, the next time he saw me, the blade would be considerably bigger. And then... and then ... I jabbed him with it... Now there is a trail of bloody droplets on my tatami and I sit here shaking.
I will call for Atsuko when I have calmed myself and see about moving my chamber elsewhere. I do not think for one minute that a man who has the lack of courtesy to enter a woman's chamber uninvited when she is not there, would not see my knife as an affront to his pride... As if I do not have enough to deal with at present... but I cannot feel afraid every time I return to my room that he will be in here waiting to exact revenge for my slight... Worse still, Yuika will have to be told and she will have to deal with him because there is absolutely no chance at all that this will not escalate...