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Hiwatari Satoshi Journal Entry 1
The doll sounded off a total of six times. I observed how long Daisuke could provide the necessary tools to stop the noise. Based on his appearance today (Tuesday, Day Two) and his irritability, I have found him incapable without further distortion. Thus I have assumed responsibility at night and Daisuke has authority in the day time.
Pause.
Also, Daisuke and I have… furthered our relationship thanks to this project.
A line for the teacher to chew over.
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Takeshi strolled into the classroom with a smile on his bruised and battered face. Mio Hio entered merely minutes later, flattening her skirt, anger even more apparent than Takeshi's idiocy. The reporter pulled Mio's seat out for her. She offered her gratitude with a loud stomp on his foot. High heels were dangerous.
Hiwatari heard his partner whispering to himself. At first, he thought Niwa was extending his condolences, yet when he over heard several words, he knew otherwise.
"No! Why'd you agree? You're trying to make this hard on me. Aren't you Dark?" Daisuke continued to grumble under his breath, obviously furious at something.
"Niwa. You are going to attract attention to yourself." The boy ignored Satoshi, either not hearing him or really not caring. Deciding it was the former, Hiwatari tapped him lightly on the shoulder. Daisuke whipped around, startled beyond normal.
He laughed, covering it up with his loved smile. "Sorry about that. Dark's being difficult."
For a moment, Satoshi wondered if he wanted to know. "How unusual."
The boy recognized the sarcasm and laughed once more. "I know. But he's being more difficult than usual."
When Hiwatari finally decided to ask what Dark was bothering him with, the teacher appeared at the head of the class, demanding all eyes on her. "Class." She looked quite incensed. It seemed everyone was irritable today, "I've received a complaint from one of the parents. Mio, don't scream so loud. Saehara, keep your hands to yourself. Thank you."
Takeshi's smile grew immensely, making everyone wonder what the hell had happened.
"Now, I want you to turn in your journals and prepare an oral presentation of your first night."
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"Mom! You can't be serious!"
"That's too bad, Daisuke. Dark has already agreed. And if that Hikari wants to murder you afterward…"
"Mom!"
This couldn't be happening, right? How could his mom send out a warning now?
"This isn't fair! You're basically forcing him into a fight!"
"He's a rude boy. Hikari will like the challenge of returning after the burning shame of defeat."
Groaning from internal pain, Daisuke rubbed his head, attempting to clear away lines his mother would rebuff. "But... mom... You're not making it any easier on me."
... ...
"Your mother's a sadist." Hiwatari coolly announced upon Daisuke's return to their room.
Startled that the conversation was overheard, Niwa stuttered, "N-no."
"Sending out a warning now. Either that, or she wants to be found out by the police."
Pausing a moment, Daisuke realized what that meant. "You're going to tell?"
"Only if I find adequate evidence within plain sight."
"B-but... that means... My family..." His very life could be sentenced to jail within the next 24 hours. Hiwatari gauged the boy's reaction and countered as nonchalantly as before.
"Daisuke, you can't mean that your family is completely innocent. I-"
Seeing Niwa's nearly crying face made him decide against finishing that idea. Grabbing the boy's arm, he settled on the bed and dragged his friend to him. "Fine. I won't tell, no matter what I find."
"Thank you!" Niwa nearly screamed, hugging Hiwatari tightly.
"On one condition." Daisuke paused, skeptical of what it could be.
"Give me a kiss... on the cheek."
Easy enough. Daisuke leaned forward, puckered his lips and touched Hiwatari's pale cheek. The sensation was so different that Niwa prolonged the touch, past uncomfortable and into seductive. A shock of electricity sent the boy on his butt, covering his mouth with one hand. "Th-that was weird."
"...Indeed."
"Boys! Supper" Emiko shouted from down stairs. They looked at each other. Not wanting this awkwardness to last, Daisuke started to get off the floor when a hand grabbed him and set him upright. "Let's go."
And with that, the two boys set off to dinner, leaving behind an intriguing experience.
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Screaming... That annoying sound again, Daisuke pieced together. Preparing to get up to euthanize the doll, a gentle, chilled hand rested on his forehead.
"I'll handle it. Go back to sleep."
Obeying the command, Niwa let his head drop to the pillow, barely conscious. Though when the icy touch brushed his lips, that breif, strange feeling overwhelmed him and forced him into sleep.