MG: Phew! I'm very sorry if you happened to stumble across this chapter before I put the dividers in - it should make more sense now as it was supposed to be several entries, not one long one! Please R&R!

Yet again during class I found myself wondering why I had chosen this as a path to capturing Dark. I was right in believing I would meet Dark's tamer through high school, but this tenuous link is useless as it is not Dark I encounter there.

At first I had thought knowing Daisuke would aid me. Perhaps I could learn of his movements, discover a few of his tricks. But it is not Daisuke I wish to capture. Not in the literal sense.

I never thought he would extend a hand towards me in the offer of friendship. If anything, I would have expected hatred, maybe even rivalry. But Daisuke is not like that.

I remember the thought that had spurred me towards getting a place at the school. Just a simple "What if . . . ?"

Such thoughts are always treacherous, but being human I followed it. Maybe that was stupid of me, clouding my one goal with a curiosity of 'normal' life. Perhaps. I do not regret it.

And then there is the fact that Daisuke You like talking about him don't you? is always so intent on becoming my friend.

I know I did not write that.

Not all of it, no.

What is this?

Hello?

I am beginning to feel stupid.

You deserve to feel stupid.

What are you?

Hello?

Answer me. Now.

Are you a spirit of some sort? If you intend to harm me I warn you against it.

I was very uncertain as to whether I should continue writing, but, all my suspicions aside, I am curious. It would appear this . . . thing . . . has still not replied since the last entry. I know it was not my imagination because it is written down on the pages in font of me in a very different style of penmanship.

To my chagrin, I actually attempted asking Krad for an explanation. I received a mocking sneer and mental cuffing for my trouble.

So in light of this (which is not much) I have decided to carry on writing as I have been, and maybe hope for another 'incident'. Though I am now uneasy of writing anything too personal. I dislike the idea of another knowing my thoughts.

What to say? Very little, seeing as it is the weekend and I intend to spend the entirety of it here, alone. A small part of me hopes that Daisuke might try calling for me, but that is a futile thought as he knows neither my address nor my phone number.

Well give them to him, idiot.

Is it any business of yours?

Entirely.

What are you?

I am waiting extremely patiently and I would like an answer.

I am starting to wonder if this strange intrusion into my writing is simply trying to annoy me. Therefore, I will ignore it.

Good luck.

Last night was another theft, another confrontation, another chase, and another sigh of exasperation as Dark off into the sky. I saw Daisuke this morning Him again? during our first period. He smiled and asked if my arm was okay. He is always worrying. Sure sounds like it.

He caught up with me again later, at lunch. He sat down next to me and got out his sandwiches, even dared to offer me one. I refused Why? obviously.

There are times when I hate his kindness. Then you're an idiot, mate. Does he pity me? Is that the source of all his generosity towards me? Pity? I sincerely hope not.

Are you going to stop talking about him at some point?

I remember, three weeks ago, before I found this book, I was stood with him Apparently not. outside the school gates. It was warm, and there was a gentle breeze. The silence we shared felt comforting. I liked that moment.

There have been other such moments, ones where I simply reveled in the enjoyment of his company You're obsessed aren't you? and it seemed he felt the same to be with me.

It seems to annoy you when I write about him.

Only because it's so bor-ing. I swear your fixation with him cannot be healthy.

I am confused.

Satoshi, I have one question for you . . .

How do you know my name?

Are you a stalker?

No. Now why do you I mean, do you have a weird Daisuke-complex or something? It has to be a mental problem, or something in the genes. Must be.

Stop.

You're always writing about him. I don't think there's a single entry where you don't mention him. Except the first one. You were droning on with pointless thoughts in that one.

Stop!

I mean, I thought I was gunna die from boredom! There is no way I want to be stuck with a boring owner. Would it kill you to be a little more inventive? Maybe write a play, or a good book. But a diary? Sheesh. Now I have to listen to you describing your sorry excuse for a life in that meticulous way of yours.

Why is it that you can interrupt me and prevent me from writing when I cannot do the same to you?

Because you're holding the pen, stupid.

That should give me the advantage.

Says who and in which legal doctrine?

What are you?

I am getting exasperated.

If you will not answer then tell me why you stop when I ask that question.

Maybe I don't want to tell you.

What did I do to you?

You picked me up and started writing?

Since when is a question mark a sentence?

It conveyed the message. I do not understand your grudge against me.

Well, of course you wouldn't. You're stupid, remember?

It's as simple as this: I am pissed off because when you started writing, you decided what I was going to be.

And I do not like being a diary.