Ah, schoolwork. And sick month. That's all I have to say about what's up. Also, because of my negligence to update sooner, I'll write again tomorrow! I'll write as often as possible, but possible doesn't always happen. And my promises often drown... Excuse me for that.

After his father had been dropped off at the airport, the hired limousine service took Satoshi to his mansion. There was a big sign that said 'To Be Destroyed: March 15' and right now it was late November. For the time being, Satoshi ignored it and walked into his house.

The phone was ringing. This was mysterious and Satoshi wondered who could possibly be calling him until he realized he should probably answer it.

"H-Hello?" he stammered, because he'd had to run down the lengthy hallway to get to it.

A deep masculine voice answered. "Hello. This is, um, Mr. W from the DHTPD. Are you Mr. Hiwatari?"

Satoshi froze up. "DHTPD? The Dasiuke's Home Town Police Department?!"

"That is correct."

Satoshi gulped. "I… I know I'm late on that debt for the yacht on the lake, but I've just been extremely-"

"Mr. Hiwatari, we can forget that this whole yacht business ever happened if you do the police force a favor."

Satoshi couldn't believe his awesome luck. "Really? Well, sure; I mean, what's the favor?"

"From what I hear, you are extremely smart," the mysterious police officer began.

"I can't think of any other reason my dad framed all my grade sheets," Satoshi answered unmodestly.

"Great. Super great. Super bien great. Okay, so here's what we're going to do. We're going to make this all Death Note-y and make you join our police force in finding Dark. As long as that's cool with you."

"Uh…" Satoshi was happy or at least as close to happy as someone who's never been happy can be. Not only was he worming his way out of the debt he had to pay sixteen chapters ago, but now he may actually get paid to do what he had been trying to do for the entire story: find Dark and defeat him.

"Absolutely!" he shouted.

"Well, there goes my eardrum. I mean, since your house is gone, we'll be providing a place for you to stay. Follow my directions and you should find the hidden base in which you will be staying with the police chief's wife and children."

"Yes! Yes, of course!" Satoshi said with more enthusiasm than he thought possible. He wrote down the directions on his quote-a-day calendar ("What is today but yesterday's tomorrow?") and called the limousine service again to give him a ride to the address.

Daisuke, Donis, Risa and Riku arrived at Daisuke's house after dropping Takeshi and Mio off at some corner to walk home or die. Before he opened the door, Daisuke turned to his friends.

"Okay, there's some things I should probably tell you before we go in," Daisuke began.

"Wow! You live in the house of a commoner?!" Donis said excitedly, clapping his hands together enthusiastically at the prospect of visiting such a place.

Daisuke blinked and narrowed his eyes. "We're not poor, you know. My dad practically dedicates himself to the office." He didn't explain that this was because his dad didn't like being around his grandpa.

"But your house is so small. How do you breathe?" Donis asked, fear becoming apparent in his voice. Daisuke chose to ignore his overdramatic friend.

"First off," he explained, "don't eat anything my mom offers you. If you're hungry for lunch, I have a padlocked mini fridge in my room that we could get some pizza out of. Secondly, don't follow me down the hallway. It could put your life in danger. Do these things and you'll probably be fine."

"'Probably'?! What they heck is this?!" Riku shouted.

"Shh. You're interrupting my Zen state of mind," Risa said, who was listening to German rap music on her iPod.

"Erm… just trust me on this, please. I promise, we'll explain everything about Dark to you," Daisuke muttered.

So they went inside and put down their bags. Daisuke took an umbrella from the rack and began touching the spaces in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Riku asked.

"Uh, it's just a caution. I doubt my mom-" Suddenly, a huge hole appeared and Daisuke fell into it.

"Daisuke!" they all shouted, except Risa who had taken out her Pokemon cards and was shaking her head at their inability to predict the future.

"It's alright! I'm okay!" he shouted up to them. "She didn't put the crocodiles in here this time! Don't worry, here I come!"
Donis and Riku exchanged nervous glances.

Daisuke jumped up the walls, ninja-style, and out. "I'm sorry; I guess I'm out of practice. Mom hasn't sprung one of those on me in a while, but you can never be too careful-"

"What sort of mom do you have?!" Riku was spazzing majorly.

"Uh… the wrong kind?" Daisuke offered.

Daisuke went to the kitchen door; a large sign hung from it that said, "Welcome Home from the Hot Springs, Daisuke!" Daisuke broke down the door again.

"Hang on one second!" he called to his friends and went inside.

"MOM!" Daisuke yelled angrily. "Why'd you turn on the traps?!"

"Hi, Butterbunny!" She raced in and enveloped him in a bone-breaking hug. "I missed you so! It's great to see you, my little spoon full of sugar!"

"That's enough of that. Why'd you turn on the traps?" Daisuke was pushing with all his might, but his mother's hug was equal to that of a giant lumberjack.

"You never know when you may need practice again!" his mom explained, finally releasing Daisuke, his middle looking rather like an accordion.

"Come on, Mom. Don't do that." Daisuke pressed the Trap Button and they turned off. "Also, I have friends over now, so don't do anything to embarrass me! Just call me Daisuke."

Daisuke's mom turned around slowly. "F-Friends? You mean... someone else besides Takeshi?"

"Mom, I have other friends, you know-"

"Daisuke! I'm so happy!" Daisuke narrowly avoided another killer hug and raced back into the hallway.

"Erm… you can come in now…" he muttered. "You can just leave your bags there."

Nervously, the three walked forward. Accept for Risa wasn't nervous, who was still listening to her iPod and was totally Zen-ified.

"Mom, this is Riku, Risa and Donis," Daisuke said, gesturing to them. "Donis is the spirit I didn't kill. And you won't either," he added, emphasizing the last sentence.

"Daisuke, you trust me now!" Donis grinned.

Daisuke's mom narrowed her eyes. "I don't know if I do though."

"You should. I have wonderful manners," Donis explained.

"Don't you have, like, fifty girlfriends though?" Riku asked.

"What? No, don't be silly! Ayaka is my only love. Speaking of which, she's calling me right now." Donis took out his cherry red cell phone and opened it. "Oh! She's sent me a picture of her! She sure looks happy. I'm so happy for her! I should tell her so." Donis adjusted his Bichon Frisé white beret and set to work texting.

"I couldn't help but notice that was a picture of her surrounded by other guys," Riku stated. "Doesn't this worry you?"

"Why should it? Ayaka and I trust each other!" Donis beamed.

"Perhaps… too much…" Riku shook her head.

"Daisuke! Daisuke!" Kosuke, Daisuke's dad who we're going to call Kosuke from now on because he's not around enough to earn that role, but when he is we'll start calling him Daisuke's dad again.

"What's up, Dad?" Well, maybe Daisuke thinks that way, but that's because… eh… my attention span ran out.

"Daisuke!" he shouted again.

"That's my name," Daisuke said.

"I got you this!" His biological dad grinned, holding up a cheap necklace. Daisuke raised an eyebrow.

"Uh, why?" he asked.

Kosuke's exuberance fell. "Don't you like it?"

"Er, sure, but why did you buy it for me?" Daisuke asked.

"You have a weird family," Risa didn't whisper.

"Thank you!" Daisuke's mom grinned and went off to make some poisonous hot chocolate to see how smart Daisuke's friends were.

"I bought it because I thought as a father and son who never see each other, we should at least try to keep up some sort of deranged relationship," he explained.

Daisuke looked away and asked himself/Dark, "Is it even worth a shot?"

"I hope you say yes, because this cost me seventeen dollars," Kosuke pleaded.

Daisuke sighed. "Okay, I'll wear the stupid thing."

"Hooray!" Kosuke put on one that looked exactly the same way.

"I have a good idea: let's got to my room," Daisuke said through gritted teeth and so they followed him before Gran-dude could do something to embarrass him further.

"This must be the address," said Satoshi, staring at the plain small house. 'It's small, but rich people can't be beggars.'

'That sounded really self-centered,' Light cut in.

'I am really self-centered. I'm being true to my personal flaws.'

'Uh, whatever dude, I don't give a woof.'

Satoshi hesitated at the door. 'You 'don't give a woof'?'

Krad mentally shrugged. 'This is a K fic, right?'

Satoshi sighed, "Why me?" and then rang the doorbell. Someone opened the door and Satoshi could actually feel any ounce of happiness drain out of him.

"Satoshi!" gasped Takeshi. "W… You're at me house!"

"No, I'm leaving-"

"My dad said someone was coming, but I didn't know it was you! Oh, wow! Mom's making a delicious dinner, I hope you like Chef Boyardee- Here, come on, I'll show you your room! Oh, this is so exciting!" Takeshi did a Risa-squeal and a Sakura jump as he dragged the reluctant Satoshi inside.

"Your dad… is the chief head of police," Satoshi mumbled monotonously.

"Yeah! Amongst other things. Didn't I mention this?" Takeshi said. "Ah, I'm sorry! I can't expect you to remember everything. Well, here's your room! Hey, you don't look so good."

"I'm fine," Satoshi said through gritted teeth, cursing his fate with every particle of his being.

'Oh-ho! Your karma ran over you dogma, along with nine busmas and a trainma!' Krad thought to Satoshi with a laugh.

'I can't believe this is happening.' Satoshi began beating himself with the tableside lamp.

"No! Don't hurt yourself!" Takeshi shrieked.

"Relax, I always do this." Between each hit, Satoshi muttered a discouraging word until Takeshi felt obliged to leave.

After a not so gourmet dinner of one-cheese tortellini, with the interesting show of watching Takeshi and Wendy fight over the last of the Purple Flurp, Satoshi was called by head of police, Chief Saehara.

"This is our plan," he said, sitting across from Satoshi at a table that was about half a block long. It was so long that they were using walkie-talkies to communicate with each other.

"Well, let's hear it," said Satoshi, who thus far thought all of this was completely ridiculous.

"We'll need a van."

"A van?" Satoshi asked.

"That will be the trap."

"And then what?" Satoshi asked.

"And then we close the doors and we ship him away to a jail, of course!" Chief Saehara laughed as if it were extremely brilliant.

"How do you plan on getting him into the van?" Satoshi asked.

"I figured eventually curiosity would get the best of him and he would try to find out why there was a van in the middle of the museum-"

"No, that's stupid," said Satoshi.

"Ahem," said Chief Saehara.

"Yes?" said Satoshi.

"Who has a 'Chief' before their last name?" said Chief Saehara.

"You do," Satoshi sighed.

"Exacatacally." Chief Saehara grinned. "So we'll follow through."

Satoshi blinked. "No offense, but Dark isn't really that stupid. If he was, we would have caught him by this point."

"Can you think of anything better?" he asked.

"Yes, actually. A much better plan with few staff involved. And we still get to use the van."

"Oh, goody!" Chief Saehara pressed his ear to the walkie-talkie.

Once again, I'm going to have to cut the story off as it is and leave you to dangle on what this van-plan could possibly be.