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Future Diary: Restart

How It All Began

"C'mon, can't you do something?"

"I told you no. We can't risk causing all that trouble again. It's better to let things run its course. And besides things are different. The Third World me is no longer in the Game. Akise and Third World you are. That's different."

" I don't care! He's still in love with you! They're the same thing! Well, if I'm mistaken, you found Yuno. You got what you want. What do I get? Old manga. That's what. I'm bored!"

"That's not tr-"

"What if you create a separate world?"

"Absolutely no-"

"Just hear me out."

"Fine."

"Okay. Hoo. What if you created a new dimension that was exactly like this one."

"But how would we decide who would replace that world's Deus? Wouldn't it turn out the same?"

"Ah. See. You didn't let me finish. YOU would create new players and since YOU made this universe, you could rule both dimensions until a winner has been decided. From there THEY could rule under your supervision. Then I have my entertainment, you can spend more time with Yuno, all while being the first First with an original idea! Everybody wins!"

"That's actually not a bad idea."

"I told you! See, I'm not all just looks."

"Just one question."

"Hm?"

"When did you come up with all of this Murmur?"

The New First...

"May he rest in peace."

Sunday afternoon, Robin Kingston stood among rows of people at a place he had never hoped to be- his Father's Funeral. He stared vacantly at the white lilies that seemed to be wrapped around everything. He didn't see how lilies symbolized death for they were white, the color of renewal and life. Not a tear had shed from his face. Not now at the real funeral, not when he had been taken out if school early only to find out that his papa had been gruesomely stabbed, not ever. He didn't understand how this could happen. Murders only happened to bad people, and Mr. Kingston was one of the nicest people he had ever met.

"Any final words?" The old, horsey looking priest asked gesturing to the crowd. He crossed himself. "Then we shall lower him into his grave."

Robin snapped into attention, mortified. Lower him into his grave? How could anyone say that without being insanely unemotional? His bottom lip began to quiver. At first it was barely perceptible, but when he saw his mom, Delia, just standing there, he couldn't help but lose it. Her gorgeous brown hair blowing in the breeze. Her frosty lit eyes, they seemed relieved. Why was nobody doing anything to stop this? He looked at the people. They all seemed bored to him.

The death lilies, the grotesque black coffin, the depressing organ music, the entirety of the situation- it was all too much. Robin's field of vision blurred. He pushed past his mother and ran. His foot rose and sank into the damp ground with every stride. He had no idea where he was going, he just had to. The rain began letting up. It felt like heresy. Even the weather didn't care.

Robin eventually sat down under a tree that looked dead because of its lack of leaves.

"Why God?" Robin sobbed. "How could you let this happen?" He lifted his head and rubbed at his eyes. He
took out his cell phone. He had gotten used to keeping a diary of things around him. To himself, the world was infinitely fascinating. He accidentally pressed the camera button and he just looked at himself. His eyes were puffy and had luggage under them. He looked like he had pink-eye.

A fuchsia colored bike suddenly came roaring from out of nowhere. It collided against a tree several feet away with a thud, a small girl lying at least a yard away.

Robin sprang to his feet. "Are you alright?" No answer. "Hey. Hey! Wake up!" He began shaking the girl frantically. "Don't you die on me too!"

The girls face twisted into a smile. "I wouldn't do that!" She had tan skin and her hair was an off shade of silver. It practically gleamed in the light.

"Thank goodness." He sighed, relieved. "Should I take you to the hospital?"

The girl gave him the once over and turned away. "I'll be fine. You look like a wreck."

Robin looked down. His crisp black suit was now ruined with all of the mud caked in. He rolled his eyes. "What was your name?"

"Murmur. And your name is Robin right?"

"How did you know?"

Murmur muttered something to herself and she crossed her arms. "How would you like to become God?"

He blinked. Maybe he had hit his head coming here. "Are you insa-"

"How rude!" Murmur interjected. "I was being completely serious and here you are calling me insane!" She paused. "I guess it's true that kids here don't have manners..."

"Pardon?"

"Nothing. But I was being completely serious. You're sad right? And you want to avenge your father?" Robin nodded. "Then you shall be our final player! Congratulations, The First!" Murmur snickered and pointed her thumb in the air.

"Wait-" Robin blinked a second time. The girl nor the bike was present. "Maybe I am crazy..."

Chapter 1

The New Normal

Wednesday morning, Robin slumped down in front of a maple in the Daniel's front yard, which was the house in front of his own, waiting for the bus to pass. His mother was out of town this week on a business call and he was at home by himself. He didn't fully understand why he didn't just not go- it wasn't like he needed to. At the rate he was going, he would end up being held back this year.

A group of cookie toting Girl Scouts skipped up to his door. They were making early morning runs. Bad strategy when most people work... They rang the doorbell. Robin wanted to say, Delia's not home, but she loves Samoa's. The Girl Scouts walked away giggling. Their her Favorite. . .

He felt like a stranger in his own house ever since last year. Robin had concluded that he had hit his head because he still saw Murmur. She seemed nice but weird. She even introduced him to "The Ruler of Time and Space". His name was Yukki. I'm a way he reminded him of himself. Yukki seemed reserved and distant, almost like he was looking for something. Then again, wasn't everybody?

Robin's hand reached for his cell phone out if instinct. Right as he touched the smooth, cold surface, a message appeared.

7:25 Bus arrives early today.

"That's funny." Robin said randomly pressing buttons. "It must be broken. It's not even 7:25. It will be in 25 minutes though."

23 minutes and 2 dogs running by later, Robin was still messing with his phone.

"Robin!" A girls voice called. Robin turned his head and found it to be Spencer Lates, an overly perky blonde who was in every extracurricular activity possible. He propped himself up on his elbows.

"Hey." He ducked his head bash fully. It was unusual for someone like her to be associating with him. Sure, last year they talked all the time. But that was when he was still Mr. All-American Boy scout. Grade point average of 4.0, volunteered to stay after class to help the teacher, got the lead in all school plays, and he was popular. If you asked him, he didn't miss that life. Skating by under the radar was perfectly fine with him.

"What cha doin'?" Spencer asked kicking at the ground.

"Nothing." Robin responded, he had taken a sudden interest in a bird that was flying by.

"Oh." Spencer sounded disappointed. "That's cool." The awkward situation was palpable. She began tugging playing with the hem of her skirt, which had been hiked up to a barely school level appropriate. A screech resonated from a distance. "Did you hear that?"

Robin sprang for his phone. No way. The bus HAD arrived at 7:25. He stared at his phone in disbelief as the fat bus driver yelled at him to get his ass up and on the bus. Just a lucky guess. Robin shrugged his shoulders.

The scent of rotten eggs and burnt plastic lingered distastefully in the air. Robin decided to sit in his usual seat, the first one. As long as he sat in the front, no one noticed him. It had become routine. He had even made a game of it. The more kids that noticed him gave him one point. The more points he got determined his luck factor. Needless to say, he had few of these anymore. His phone screen flickered on. New messages.

8:10 Lockdown drill
8:20 Phoebe Cline announced dead

What the hell was this? Was this somebody's idea of a joke? Robin whirled around. He inhaled deeply and counted to ten. Spencer had taken the seat behind him, giggling loudly and twirling her long hair. This was a joke. It had to be. A new message popped up.

8:24 Dead End- Bleeds to death

He felt woozy. He clutched the seat for support. Bleeds to death? This had to be a prank. It just HAD to.

"You alright?"

Robin clicked his phone off. He blew air between his teeth. He shut his eyes. When he opened them, the bus was pulling into the schools bus drop off. Had the bus been transported here? The buses breaks screeched to a halt. One by one kids filed out. His eyes boggled. He whipped out his phone. 8:00. Class started soon. This was no time to worry about this. After all it was a joke, right?

The class bell rang, five minutes later. Robin had sat himself in the back of the class. Their teacher, Mr. Hurst was writing bellwork one the board. Robin felt that it was pointless because nobody actually did bell work. He stared at the clock, bluish-black eyes unwavering. The room could've been on fire and he wouldn't have noticed.

He was so entranced, he didn't even notice the cute new girl smiling like an idiot at him. Three minutes, two minutes, one minute left. The clocks hand rounded, and made its final stroke. Robin breathed in a sigh of relief. Suddenly, the schools loud speaker came on.

"All staff members please lock all doors. This is not a drill. I repeat not a drill."

"Please remain cal-" The teacher began motioning the the corner. Of course this was a direct order for mass hysteria. The entire class erupted in chorus of whispers and shrieks. His mouth hung open in disbelief. No way. This thing told the future. So that means...?

Robin whipped out his phone. The messages had changed? What read
"8:20 Phoebe Cline announced dead" now read "Spencer Lates killed".

"N... No way." Robin felt dizzy. So far everything else had come true, so that meant that he would die? The old style classroom that was definitely in need of a remodeling, began swirling. The maroon colored walls mixed with the lone off white one.

"Do something. Save her." It was Mr. Kingston's voice. A shiver ran up his spine.

"I, I have to," Robin began mumbling pathetically to himself. "I have to do something." He rubbed his finger bone to his collar bone where a light scar rested. Mr. Kingston had accidentally given it to him on a salmon fishing trip in Alaska the summer of 4th grade.

All at once Robin pushed back his selfish thoughts of his foreseen death and focused on the previous one. Spencer Lates, killed. She didn't deserve it. Spencer lived her life to the fullest even at a young age. People like her would shoot the moon. He had to save her. It made it worse that she didn't even know it was coming. This, this future diary would help him.

Robin clutched his phone. In one motion he sprang up, pushed past his classmates and ran. The door was only locked from the outside thankfully. Mr. Hurst had busied himself elsewhere so he never noticed. Robin sprinted past the school's garden, then the nurses office, then the main office. Where was Spencer?

8:15 Attacked in locker room

That's it. The gym. That must be where she was. Robin made a sharp turn through a greenish brown bush. The gym sat a few yards away. He checked his phone. 8:13. Time was ticking.

Robin approached the wide gymnasium doors that had their school mascot, a penguin, on its black tinted panels. A few years ago the school redecorated and changed their mascot. They went from the Daring Dragons to Peppy Penguins. It was a no brainer to conclude that their mascot was lame. He slammed all his weight against the door, his manic panting echoed throughout the gym.

The girls locker room door, that was painted grey stood in his away. His pulse raced in his temples. If it were different circumstances, he would have been thrilled to be entering the girls locker room. But this was different. In this case, it actually was a life or death situation.

"Spencer!" Robin yelled as he pushed through to the other side of the door that seemed to be needing repairs. The girls locker room was exactly like the boys. Same royal blue lockers, same benches, same everything. He sighed mildly disappointed. No. Focus Robin.

"Who's there?" Spencer shot back. She appeared to be in the back by the lost and found boxes.

"R-Robin." He stammered, walking back to where the blonde was located. As he rounded the corner, sure enough Spencer was there. Her Caribbean blue eyes darted back and fourth like a lizard that he had seen at a zoo in Dallas. She was rummaging through the lost and found, her perfectly highlighted, ash-blonde hair hung in her face. She was wearing blue and pink shorts and had on the schools standard black hoodie. It was obvious that Spencer was late for P.E.

"Why are you here? You saw your flag didn't you?" Spencer seemed angry with him for some reason.

"Look," Robin started. "We don't have much time. My phone predicts the future and I know I sound crazy but," Spencer leaned forward and grabbed his face.

She looked into his eyes. "I know already. You have to trust me. I'll answer all your questions later."

Clink. A knife pierced the wall, narrowly missing Robin's right ear. He fell to the ground clamping his ears shut. He looked back. The knife hasn't hit the wall after all. It had hit Spencer. The air smelt metallic- blood. Robin's face grew pale.

"Well, well," An ominous voice cooed from the entrance. 8:15. Damn. This was it. "I didn't think you would be that easy to find. But here you are!" Spencer collapsed onto the floor. The door fluttered shut. The owner of the voice presented herself.

She looked to be in her early 20s or late teens. Her short, coffee colored hair was pulled back into a pony tail with the shorter pieces framing her heart shaped face. Her skin was slightly tanned from being out in the sun. She wore a black cape that stretched to her feet.

"Drew Piper. Hired assassin." Drew smiled maniacally at Robin who was cowering under a bench. The villain checked her blackberry. " I was hoping to end both of the Ones but I'll settle with just the First." She burst forward and wrenched her hands around his neck.

Her voice felt like a knife. The locker crickets were chirping hysterically. Robin screamed and pulled back. He kicked Drew's chest. As she squealed and recoiled (some assassin), Robin pushed her off and burst for the door. He tumbled onto the cement and ran to the football field. There was a fence which he could climb and get away. Drew's footsteps came closer and closer. Just as he neared the chain link gate, her arms wrapped around his waist, throwing him to the ground. Drew giggled like this was a game and climbed on top of Robin. She again wrapped her hands around his neck. Drew pressed down attempting to keep him still. "Just give up! My diary has already predicted your Dead End. It's useless to struggle!"

He felt weak. He was getting his ass handed to him by a girl. "Like hell I will!" Robin screamed kicking his legs into Drew's body, knocking her on her butt a few feet away. Robin scrambled up. His senses heightened as adrenaline rushed through his veins. A screw driver laid by the green electrical transformer. His legs practically flew towards it. His fingers embraced the grooved handle.

Drew was right behind him. Her face scrunched into a mock pout. "Aww. Come on. I thought this would be easy." She lunged forward, blade in hand.

Robin shut his eyes and just reacted. His arms pressed into her stomach and thrusted the screw driver, anywhere. He saw the whites of her eyes. She screamed an ear splitting cry of pain. Blood oozed from the wound. But Robin had missed? He turned his head and saw a girl about his age standing in the sun. She was clenching a smoking gun. How could he have missed the gun shot? Drew scampered towards the thicket, leaving a trail of blood following her every movement.

Robin didn't realize it at first, but he was falling, fast. Then the ground hit him. Another scream echoed in the distance. It seemed to be coming from him. His head hit the ground with a crunch. His eyes slammed shut.

8:30, Robin awoke in his bedroom. Everything seemed to be in place. Had he imagined this? Robin's hand grazed his phone but coiled in. Someone was there.

A girls head poked through the door. "Oh good you're awake!" It was Spencer. Her arm was wrapped in a sling.

"How are you," Robin started but was hushed.

Spencer placed her pointer finger to his lips and lightly pushed him down. "Everything will be explained in a minute." Spencer glossed her lips with boysenberry frost lip gloss. She smacked her lips glamorously, admiring herself in Robin's mirror that sat on his oak wood desk.

The door opened again. This time it was the girl from earlier. He got a better look at her. Her face was exotic. She batted her eyelashes and peered at him with jungle green crayon colored eyes. She was wearing wearing the girl's uniform with a turquoise bubble best over it, with brown and red intricately decorated cowboy boots. A red bandana stuck out from her vest's front pocket.

"Mona. You must be Robin." Mona spoke. Her voice was smooth. "You're lucky to be alive right now. Had Eighth actually had anything lethal on her, you wouldn't have had a chance." Spencer nodded in agreement.

Spencer reached into her oversized, yellow bag and unearthed her phone and a bottle of perfume. She lightly spritzed her wrist with perfume and neck and inhaled deeply. "I just love this stuff!"

Mona shoved her sleeve to her nose. "Anyways," she began. " We need to summon Yukiteru."

"Good idea. I think I've handled enough stress today. Why not let him explain it?"

Spencer and Mona closed their eyes. Robin's room was transformed to an almost stadium like area covered with clouds.

"Eleventh! I haven't heard from you in a while!" Murmur exclaimed, slamming shut a graphic novel. Her face lit up.

Spencer's face scrunched into a glare. "Why didn't you explain the rules, Yukiteru?" Man. Spencer was scary when she wanted to be. He made a mental note to never piss her off.

Yukki looked around. "Hmm. I thought I left that job up to you, Murmur." He cast a disapproving glance in her direction.

"Funny story. I-" Murmur began, shielding her face.

"You're right though, Eleventh." He completely ignored Murmur's 'apology'. "A meeting is in order." He outstretched his arm. "Come! Slay god!"

Robin was suddenly upon a pedestal at least ten feet in the air. Their were eleven others. A different person for each pillar. It reminded him of the Roman mythology section in history. The Di Constenses or 12 deities that were the most important were placed upon pedestals and worshipped by the people of Rome.

Robin could see no clear person. Everyone was covered in a haze of purple. He could barely make out Spencer and Mona. Spencer two spaces to his left and Mona directly to the right. Three spaces to Spencer's left was Drew who's hand was covered in bandages.

Yukki spoke. His voice boomed throughout the large temple like building. "Each one of you had been selected to compete in a battle royale to become ruler of this dimension." He looked at the entire circle from above. "The rules are simple. Your Diary predicts different things depending on its type. If your diary breaks or is destroyed, you lose. Thus forfeiting your life. If you kill another player, they lose. You will be given warnings called Dead Ends. It is possible to change them. Be warned, anything can happen. Now go forth and win! Good luck."

The room disappeared. Mona and Spencer stood stiff.

"That means we have to kill each other." Mona replied stoically.

"Basically." Spencer said casually with the flick of her hand. They glowered at each other. Somehow it seemed like a tease.

Robin felt the back of his neck which was covered in sweat. "I, I can't do this. I won't kill either if you." He peered up at them through tears. "I can't do this. How did I get involved in this?" Robin was surprised neither of them had thrown themselves through his French double doors and off the balcony in disgust.

"I'll protect you." Spencer held out her hand. "I promise." She seemed sincere. Spencer gazed into Robin's eyes. She looked completely innocent. Robin wished that he could pull off that look. That was probably why she got everything she wanted.

"I can't promise anything but I think it might be wise of me to stick around. If we team together we can gain an upper hand." Mona said calmly, tying her platinum blonde hair into two braids. She took out her red bandana and tied it expertly.

They all exchanged varying glances. Finally Spencer spoke, her voice delicate and smooth as velvet.

"From now on we are Team 1211."

"So did I sound like Deus?"

"Yeah... Sure... Like Deus."

Author's Note: Hello! I wrote this for my three bestest friends in the entire world as an early Christmas present. Hope you enjoyed and please favorite or review or don't. I'm just freakin happy I got this posted. Man. I had to delte a lot of product references... Ugh. Remind me to never to that.