MineGeorgi: Whoa, short chapter. Sorry for the wait; this chappie gave me quite a bit of trouble, though thankfully I know (mostly) how the next one will pan out. One question before I write it - how much weirdness can you tolerate? I have one idea in particular for the direction of this story, but I know that if I don't write it correctly then it could just turn this whole thing into one of those farcical fanfics, whereas I want to keep an element of seriousness to it. What do you guys think?

Daisuke? You haven't written anything for a while, are you okay?

Daisuke?

And exactly how do you expect him to reply if he ISN'T okay?

Daisuke!

Mind you, it could just be that he's upset with you.

Wha- why? Because of the comment YOU made?

That's right, blame the book!

Well, it was you that said it.

Well, it's true, isn't it?

What's true?

Daisuke's your loverboy.

No he Loverboy! Loverboy!

You're very childish.

And it's not true.

Aww, c'mon Satoshi! The kid only has to read your entries to find several versions of your confession!

Th-that's totally true. Jeez, make up your mind already. Stop admitting stuff and then denying it.

Umm, so do you think Daisuke is okay?

He's probably just preoccupied. Best for him to stay alert, seeing as this is a very dangerous place and all.

So how do I help him when he's in trouble? How do I even know that he is in trouble!

Oh, stop being a wuss. Have some faith in your loverboy.

Stop that.

Do you argue like this a lot?

Ah . . .

Daisuke! Glad to have you back! Feel free to verify my earlier statement by reading through Satoshi's diary!

Again, no thank you.

Where've you been?

Running, mostly. Umm, I'm sorry if I worried you, Satoshi. It's just, some of those things, the ones like Soloagas, they swarmed from out of nowhere and I was running before I knew it. Umm, there were these, like, it was, umm Daisuke, you don't have to describe it if you don't want to.

I feel like I ought to. Like maybe it'd help, or something, but I can barely remember what it looked like. It really scared me.

Don't worry, Satoshi's here to protect his loverboy!

Satoshi, what is this thing that keeps making weird comments? You never explained it.

Er, it's hard to explain really Basically . . .

I am a book. I am used as Satoshi's diary. Thus, I am all of his private thoughts, fantasies, and emotions personified!

. . . Erm, Satoshi? Where did you find this thing?

It was just lying around the house, really. I have no idea where I picked it up. I suppose it's possible that it came off the black market.

Oh. Umm, when did you find it?

Around three weeks ago, I think.

Oh.

Is something wrong?

Umm, well, you see, this book, it's actually

Daisuke? Daisuke, answer me!

Jeez, do all people do this? What is it with you humans and collapsing halfway through a sentence?

You think he collapsed! What happened! Do you know what happened!

Stop usin so many exclamation marks. It doesn't suit you.

I am not in charge of my expressional grammar.

And I am not in charge of the Universe. So, how do you plan to help Daisuke?

You said you knew how!

Me? I'm just a diary.

How am I supposed to do something if I don't know how to do it! Help me!

Please, I can't do anything on my own!

And neither can Daisuke.

So tell me how to help him! You know what I have to do so- . . . i-is this your doing? Did you . . . do something to Daisuke? What was he about to say that was so important?

Why are you doing this? Did you plan this?

Let's just call it . . . a test.