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Dream Bound Nightmare:I agree. :3 I just really don't like Nagisa's mother. Sorry to anyone that...does?

Warning:This chapter is lighthearted as compared to the previous three. It's borderline Kargisa. Sorry in advance.

Karma's parents didn't show up when Karasuma called them, but neither of the boys were surprised. They couldn't even take off work to check on their son, which wasn't unusual, however it still hurt Karma a bit. No one could really tell except for Nagisa, but his statment regarding the subject after they were taken to the station for questioning was uncharacteristically serious.

"Yeah, didn't even have time for me when I was in the hospital getting my tonsils out. What makes you think that they'd come now?"

He'd propped his legs on the chief's desk, arms crossed behind his head. Nagisa was curled up in the chair next to him, trying to sleep still, attempting to escape reality. He'd heard Karma's statement and sighed. Their situation was similar, but Nagisa only had one parent that he despised. Karma hated both of his.

Later they were sent to an apartment building, mostly dorms for teenagers. They weren't allowed back in Karma's house any longer than it took to retrieve some of his clothes and furniture. A futon, his school things, his desk, other things for the new apartment that the law required the two of them to live in. Nagisa's father approved the move from his house to the apartment, if only because Nagisa didn't want to leave and he couldn't because of his job. Karma's parents just didn't care, which, once again, prompted a near rant later that night when they were unboxing things. It was the most expressive Nagisa had ever seen Karma.

"I mean, damn it! If they even cared a little bit, they would've sent a note with their stupid ass credit card. Maybe something along the lines of 'glad you're safe' or some parently shit. I mean, I wouldn't know if that's parently or not, 'cause it's like I never had them!"

Nagisa had never seen anyone build a bookshelf so angrily.

"Karma-"

"A fuckin' birthday present is supposed to be something personal! Not a 'here, go to Britain and see the London Eye!' Maybe if you'd have come with me instead of sending Aunt Sakuya to meet me, then I wouldn't have pushed the Royal guard over!"

"Karma-"

"I got deported from England, but hey, I met the damn queen! Whoo-hoo!"

He flipped the shelf over, but the bottom popped off, causing him to scream in frustration.

"Speaking of which, maybe if every damn thing we were making wasn't from Ikea!"

Karma kicked the shelf, it wobbling, but collapsing no further. Nagisa sighed and wiped sweat from his forhead, looking to his friend as he attempted to put his desk chair back together.

"Karma, don't punish the bookshelf. I don't even think ikea's an English company. I think it's Russian."

"Damn it,"Karma sat down against the wall, his head on his knees.

"Maybe you should get some sleep,"Nagisa went back to his work. "I mean, you're shaking."

"Huh?"

Karma raised his hands, watching them tremble. Nagisa continued his work, having taken his pain medication so that he could actually do things without suffering.

"How long are you gonna spend putting stuff together?"Karma asked,glacing around their room at the lack of wall art and furniture.

"As long as I'm awake."

"So until your medication kicks in?"

"It already did."

Nagisa continued his work, listening to Karma set up his futon and fall asleep. He tossed and turned, but was obviously asleep. Nagisa could tell, he'd seen Karma asleep before. Not a lot, but once, on the bus headed to the class trip. He kicked five people. Each seat only held two.

Nagisa worked until he decided it was better for his health to go to sleep. He hadn't pulled an all nighter since his operation, and didn't plan to, but when he checked the time on his phone, it was two in the morning. He lay his futon out across the room from Karma, in front of the air conditioner. He didn't enjoy the spot at all, but Karma needed to be pampered a bit right now. After all, Nagisa had gotten him kicked out of his house evidently...

He tried to remember as he lay down, he really did. Nothing came to him. The moment from when he exited Karma's room was blank. According to Karma, however, his mother had put him in a dress -the thought made him shiver- and he'd attacked both her and Takaoka. No one had figured out exactly how they'd gotten into the house yet, but nothing would surprise either of them at this point.

Nagisa figured it was his fault that they were having to share the dinky little apartment they were stuck in. He'd stabbed Takaoka...four times? That was what Karma had told him after they were finally away from the cops. Then he'd cut his mother's arm open pretty badly. All with two kitchen knives. Nagisa couldn't believe his own actions.

It took a long time for him to fall asleep. The last time he checked, it was around fourish. But he awoke to see Karma propped against the wall, on his phone.

"Good morning,"Karma spoke, standing up.

"Yeah."

Karma's sweatpants were too long for him, and the tank top was almost falling off his shoulders. Nagisa had simply slipped his jacket off and laid down in jeans and a t-shirt. He hadn't noticed Karma change the night before.

"Did a lot of thinking last night, huh?"Karma spoke, opening the fridge. "You finished the bookshelf and fixed the squeaky wheel on your chair."

"Yeah,"Nagisa watched his friend attempt to find something to eat within the apartment's kitchen. "I already looked. There's nothing there."

Karma tsked and shut the cabinet, leaning on the counter. Nagisa was waking up slightly, and stood to retreive his pills from the bathroom. He was sore, and looked terrible in the mirror. He pulled his shirt up and looked at his scar and his ribs. The bruise, they said, wouldn't go away until the three ribs actually healed. It'd been getting better, slowly, but surely. The scar was still deep and hurt when he pushed on it too hard. Regardless, he downed the three pills he was supposed to take every morning.

"I guess we're gonna have to buy food for this place,"Karma propped himself in the doorway, watching Nagisa stare at himself.

"I guess so,"Nagisa replied, redoing his pigtails.

"So, we leave at eleven?"

"What time is it?"

"Nine."

"Then, yeah, eleven."

Nagisa then proceeded to shower off and get dressed. Karma was ready by the time he was out. Nagisa had chosen the exact shirt he'd worn in his second fight with Takaoka, only with a short sleeved jacket over it in place of the long sleeved on. Karma was dressed in a red shirt with a dragon design on it, complete with black cargo pants and converse.

"I guess we could pick up some stuff from your house too,"Karma put his hands in his pockets as the went down the street.

"Yeah. I could get the rest of my clothes I guess."

"And we could take some food from the-"

"I'd rather not. Leave it for Mom. If she's ever home again."

The walked in silence all the way there. Nagisa got what he needed, the few things he'd left the day before when Karasuma brought them to get the necessities.

"We can go,"He had two bags tossed over his shoulder. One, a duffle bag with the remainder of his clothes stuffed into it. There wasn't much, since he didn't have much he could wear that wasn't what his mother gave him. In the other bag was everything else he thought was important enough to bring. it consisted of a box of pictures from this year, all the hygenic supplies he could find,his stash of favorite books, and his desk lamp.

"Not much for packing your entire room,"Karma stated.

"Never had much to begin with,"Nagisa laughed. "Now, we drop this by the place first?"

"Yeah."

Nagisa didn't notice the gloves Karma was wearing until he took a the larger bag from Nagisa. Fingerless, black, leather, with a square cut on the back of it,exposing the back of his hand. Biker gloves. Nagisa's dad had a pair like them when he'd had his motorcycle.

They dropped the bags just inside the door and locked it, planning to grab lunch, then shop. Karma'd offered to cover it, since his parents had reloaded his credit card the night before. The cops were still at Karma's house, so they continued on their way, reaching the shopping district. They got lunch at a regular resturant, then headed to the stores along the road,picking up various things along the way.

Around four they ran into Kaede and Rio. The girls were visiting the arcade, trying to win stuff from a claw machine, when the guys spotted them.

"Ahhh,damn,"Karma snapped. "Just missed it."

"Here,"Nagisa took over.

He surprised them. He'd always been good at games,but these were a specialty. The plush dropped down, just like that. Rio hugged him, not to hard, but enough for him to get the message. After playing the same machine ten times, they moved on. Finally, the girls left them to explore the arcade on their own.

Karma spotted something he wanted.

"Limited Edition Danganronpa Togami Byakuya figure,"He stated, attempting the machine for the fifth time. "Sixteen thousand yen."

He lost it for the fifth time, and Nagisa scooted him out of the way, inserting a coin. Within seconds, it had fallen into the prize bin. Karma retreived it, grinning at the figure.

"You have serious skills."

"So I've been told,"Nagisa stated, smiling as he pulled yet another prize from the bin. A figure he wanted. A new Banpresto Kaneki Ken Figure, Awakened version.

They left for home after a few games of air hockey. Back at the apartment, they put everything away and sat down in front of Karma's cell for a movie. The screen was small, but niether of them complained.

"Today went by fast,"Nagisa yawned.

"Yeah. "

"Night."

"Night."