MineGeorgi: Boo! You lot still there? I really appreciate that you're sticking with this story; I know the plot was slow going at first but now things are moving at a better pace! I'm sorry that the times are probably off – I have no idea what a Japanese school timetable is like so I just used mine as a template!

Thursday

8:30 – I am preparing to depart for the school. At 9:00 class will commence and I will proceed to What the hell!

Excuse me?

What's with the weird get up? You know, writing the day and time and speaking all freaky like.

I have taken your 'suggestion' to heart. I feel that having a goal such as this to aim for may help me get a little bit closer to Daisuke. The arrangement of my writing is similar to how I would log a mission when chasing Dark. I will be recording my progress as the day continues.

O . . . kay . . .

It makes me feel more at ease.

If you say so.

You were saying?

Hello?

9:15 – Your interruption earlier made me late so I had to break off. I am now writing during class Nice to know your lover boy can inspire such juvenile delinquency. and Daisuke is in my line of sight. I have asked you to refrain from doing that countless times. And he is not my 'lover boy'.

Is too.

Don't be childish.

Today's overall objective: Obtain Daisuke Niwa's trust and make amends for yesterday.

The morning's objective: Apologize to Daisuke for the scene I caused yesterday.

The target is currently engaged in English class work. I doubt that passing a note to him will successfully gain his attention. I should be able to approach him during the short break.

11:00 – I am very relieved: my meeting with Daisuke went well. As it turned out, he made the first move. I admit I felt rather guilty that he was apologizing to me, but I soon understood his motive.

The reason he'd run away yesterday was not caused by me! He was a little nervous in divulging the exact details to me, but from what I could gather he was called away by Dark. How, I do not understand, as Dark should not be anywhere else to call him from.

Though I am relieved I am now also worried. This can only mean something unpleasant is stirring. If Dark is indeed separate then nothing good can come of it. Could this mean Daisuke is in trouble? No, he was fine when I saw him, if a little edgier than usual.

I want to ask him about it later, but I also don't want to seem rude.

2:00 – That went much better than expected. I caught up with Daisuke near the beginning of lunch and actually had a few conversation phrases planned! Freak.

At least I had something to say this time. Fair point. But you're still a freak.

There is no winning with you. Hehe.

So what was your amazing stratagem?

I proposed that we eat lunch together.

Smooth. A lunch date. How'd it go?

Fine, I suppose. I have never actually eaten a meal in anyone's company before so this was a new experience. And rather awkward. Though he did seem to like the fact that we were on the roof where I normally eat. He commented several times on the view.

However, he did look very surprised to find that I had only brought bread for my lunch. Well, duh! You think that's normal? Way to go Satoshi, you're well on the road to convincing him that you're an average kind of guy!

He knows full well that I am not 'average', as I know the same of him.

But you're never going to get anywhere if you have these whopping great rifts of difference between you all the time.

At least it worked partially to my advantage. Although it did embarrass me a little, he offered to share his lunch and I accepted. Scrounger.

Yes, that is what I felt like. Is it more impolite to refuse such an offer or to take it, I wonder?

Next time make sure you have something to offer him in return.

Good advice. I must remember then to pick up some food he might like for tomorrow.

Food? Well, sure, if you want to be bland then I guess you can share your food with him.

I take it you feel you have a superior idea?

Yup. You could offer him anything at all . . . Think about the possibilities.

If you are suggesting something, well, physical, then no. I do not want to scare him off again.

You never scared him off in the first place.

Still, I would rather not have a repeat.

Oh, c'mon Satoshi! It doesn't have to be physical! It could be more of a . . . promise.

What kind of promise?

Hmm . . . perhaps a favour that you could owe him.

Is that all the advice you're going to give?

Oh, think of it for yourself. Construct something suggestive, I know you have it in you!

I refuse to acknowledge that remark.

You're a PERVERT, Satoshi!

Go away.

Friday

3:00 – For the first time I find myself unable to sleep because of worry.

I have never been so nervous in my life, not even when on the verge of perfecting a plan to capture Dark. I spent the evening attempting to make sushi for tomorrow's lunch. I hope Daisuke likes it; I've never made sushi before.

3:45 – I went downstairs to get a drink to find that the sushi had turned a strange greyish colour. Whether or not it is edible is anyone's guess. I for one am not willing to test it. Perhaps I should make some rice instead?

3:55 – No. Rice is too simple. But what else?

4:20 – I decided to make rice. It had better not go grey before tomorrow.

4:30 – What if it did go grey? It was a little mushy when I spooned it into the container, so that could be bad. But what if Satoshi, stop.

No. I need to make sure Satoshi, I swear that lack of sleep is making you delusional. Go to bed.

No.

You want to greet Daisuke in the morning with big bags under your eyes? You might 'scare him off' looking like you just stepped out of a grave.

Thought that would work. ;-)

10:20 – It will be the break soon. Daisuke is sitting in front of me. Should I ask him now or later to eat with me?

Why're you asking me? I'm just a book.

All right, then, later. I'll ask him after Physics.

11:40 – I realised when I walked into the classroom that I'd made a big mistake. Daisuke isn't in my Physics lesson.

You twat.

I don't know where I might find him once this class is over. I'll have to search the school looking for him. At least I know most of his usual hangouts.

And why is that, pray tell?

Because I watch him. You know that.

I knew it . . . You ARE a stalker!

Would you rather be lightly toasted or well done?

Smooth comeback. Sorry I asked.

7:00 – Left it a bit late to be writing didn't you?

Perhaps. Frankly I have been too elated throughout the afternoon to write.

Ooh . . . Someone got lucky!

Yes I did – not in that sense! Took you a second to realise it, though. So if you weren't getting laid what gave you the 'too happy to notice an innuendo being shoved in your face' mood?

I spent nearly a half hour searching for Daisuke at the beginning of lunch, and was miffed that I couldn't find him at any of his favorite places or with his regular friends. Eventually I gave up and retreated to my usual spot on the roof.

Daisuke was waiting for me.

Awwww.

He said he'd come to meet me for lunch. Of his own volition! This time I gratefully accepted the food he proffered and was surprised to even find myself hungry. From yesterday I knew that Daisuke's lunches are amazing. His mother obviously goes all out when preparing them.

I almost forgot I had my own lunch to share. I loved the look of surprise and genuine gratitude that appeared across his face. It's so easy to read his emotions: most of the time he wears his heart on his sleeve! He's always so honest, so sincere, in everything he does.

Mind you, his expression faltered for a second when he opened the container.

Oh, god. What did you do to it?

Well, I had the rice in there, and had even added a bit of chicken and veg. Unfortunately, it seems that the sushi disease of last night is contagious. The vegetables were apparently melting into one another, the chicken had deformed and was growing smallish green spots, and the rice looked like something might be living in it.

Can you do nothing right?

Not when it comes to cooking, obviously.

I admit I almost screamed in alarm when Daisuke reached out tentatively for a piece of broccoli. Did he die?

I am sure he came close, though he tried hard to mask the disgust behind his features. That was sweet of him, but I still felt awful. You felt awful? I'm sure he felt worse, mate.

Well, that doesn't matter anymore.

I'm impressed. It takes some balls to be chipper after you've just poisoned your potential love interest.

Perhaps. But it earned me a meeting with him on Saturday!

How the hell! If I was him I'd be keeping my distance!

But Daisuke isn't like that. He offered to teach me how to cook. I agreed. I suggested he come over this Saturday. Thus, mission accomplished!

Well done. Have a gold star.

It wasn't an entirely good experience though. From the moment I saw Daisuke to the moment I waved goodbye to him, I was struggling to keep Krad under control. I think Daisuke noticed once or twice, but he didn't mention it. Perhaps he trusts me to handle Krad? I hope so.

In that sense it was a nightmare, and I know Krad will wreak his revenge tonight, probably in my dreams. But none of that matters anymore, because Daisuke is worth it.