Chapter thirty is finally here! Verily yay! I'm sorry before for not updating in an eternity before 29 again.
I was watching The Weekenders for old time's sake today and it got me in a good mood. So I hope you find this chapter especially funny. My sister did.
Daisuke arrived at school. Takeshi was waiting for him at the main entrance.
"Hi, Takeshi," Daisuke said unenthusiastically. Now that Daisuke had real friends, he was starting to realize that Takeshi was even more annoying than he'd thought.
"Yeah, hi," Takeshi rushed. He was staring at a piece of paper in his hands. "I've got this poll right here. Care to take it?" He grinned at him, his teeth shining because he used Crest whitening strips (Trust me, I'm not a subliminal messager).
Daisuke sighed and rolled his eyes. "Alright. This better not take all morning…"
"Okay," said Takeshi, following Daisuke to his locker. "Who do you think the prince of the school should be?"
"What?!" Daisuke asked. Depending on where he lives, he took off his shoes and put them in a locker and put on some other shoes. Or he didn't take off his shoes and put them in a locker and put on some other shoes.
Takeshi rolled his eyes. "Duh! A prince is always the most admired, coolest, most popularest boy that everyone likes and he always does well in his classes and some how manages to win over the half the girls in the school!"
"Well, whose running?" Daisuke was sure he could guess.
"The only two who were able to fit the criteria were Satoshi and that Donis guy," Takeshi growled. "Talk about annoying. But still, Satoshi needs competition and besides, Donis will get crushed and his ego will be so low that he'll never win over the heart of a girl ever again!" The news reporter laughed loudly.
"Takeshi," Daisuke sighed, "You have nothing personal against Donis. Stop acting like he's that annoying." Even though the other boys seem pretty angry that their girlfriends are going off to him, Daisuke thought to himself.
"You're going to vote for Satoshi, right?" Takeshi's eyes were shining.
Daisuke sat in his seat, because they were in the classroom now. Otherwise he wouldn't have sat in his seat. "I'm not voting for either of them."
"Why not?!" Takeshi whimpered. "I worked so hard to come up with this poll!"
Daisuke rolled his eyes yet again. "Who's winning anyhow?"
"Um, Satoshi."
"Takeshi, by any chance would Satoshi have only one vote?"
"Hey, there is no rule stating that the poll maker can't put in their say!" Takeshi yelled defensively.
"Well, I'd like to mention that their probably is, but getting in an argument with you isn't very high on my fun list," Daisuke admitted. "In fact, it's right between licking a metal pole in the winter and holding hands with Mio Hio."
"I'm above that last one, right?"
"I don't have to answer that."
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Satoshi!" Takeshi waved his hand enthusiastically to get Satoshi's attention, and Daisuke stiffened angrily. Since Satoshi was often keeping him awake till times much earlier than appreciated, he sort of didn't like the blue-haired angst-filled teenager anymore.
Satoshi walked up. He looked tired too, but had, unbeknownst to Daisuke and Takeshi, taped a wooden ruler to his back to help him stand up straight and not pass out with exhaustion.
"Hi, incommodious one," Satoshi muttered.
"Oh! That's right, Daisuke, I forgot to tell you!" Takeshi was bouncing with excitement. "Guess who gets to stay at my house? It's-"
Suddenly, Satoshi round-house-kicked Takeshi square in the chin and sent him into the wall, where he bounced off it and fell down several flights of stairs. Lot's of people stared in horror.
Satoshi pushed his glass up higher. "You'll have to pardon my spastic knee, Daisuke."
Everyone turned back to what they were doing. From some deep hole in the depths of the school, Takeshi shouted, "Finland!"
"Satoshi!" Daisuke growled. "You're evil! And not just for that!"
But Satoshi had walked away. Daisuke figured Satoshi was just being annoying and suspicious, but really he had walked off to go tape his eyes open.
"Daisuke! Look at this!" Donis was waving a piece of paper over his head as he ran into the lunch room.
Daisuke glared up from his roast beef sandwich. "Is it another poll?"
"Um, no," Donis said, confused. "It's for the winter play! Oh, you must be in it Daisuke!"
"Why? I'm a horrible actor," Daisuke argued. "And I'm too busy with other stuff, you know?"
"Yes, but this play is called The Phantom Thief Dark of the Opera!" Donis said, pointing at the picture. "It's a beautiful story about Dark who falls in love with a strange girl and for some reason he's very good at playing the piano and- Daisuke, covering your ears is quite rude."
"Sorry," Daisuke said. "Dark was laughing really loudly and that was sort of a reflex… By the way, have you seen Takeshi since this morning?"
"No!" Donis replied, not even attempting to mask his sheer joy. "Continuing - Risa is directing this play. You could get closer to her if you tried out!"
"She'd just ignore me," Daisuke sighed. "Probably for you or Satoshi."
"Surprise, surprise, Daisuke, but most your female friends lack an attraction me," Donis said after a bite of cucumber sandwich. "It's quite strange, actually. They're the only women I've met who are immune to it. And I doubt that that Satoshi fellow his any interest in this play."
"You're probably right…" Daisuke glanced off. Mio Hio raced up.
"Do you think Takeshi would be my boyfriend if I saved him from the pit in the basement?" she asked gleefully.
Daisuke shrugged. "Probably not."
"Okay, I'm going to go do it anyway," she said running off.
"… I'm not really upset your friends don't like me, by the way-"
"Yeah, I know."
It was after school, because I feel like being that way. Satoshi was walking home, or at least to Takeshi's home. The ruler had snapped. He hadn't found any tape. Satoshi was suffering from a horrible case of sleep deprivation, which had gotten far past the mother-who-just-had-quadruplets stage.
"I need coffee," Satoshi mumbled restlessly and, in his sleep-deprivated state, had accidentally said, "I'm a little lad who loves berries and cream."
To Satoshi's rare good fortune, a restaurant that had coffee was right next to him. It seemed to be court-themed. Some video-game obsessed person who most likely lived in the dark had come up with a line of restaurants based off Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney. But the weirdness of the restaurant didn't matter to Satoshi at the moment. Right now, all he wanted was a steaming cup of coffee to perk him up.
"Hi, welcome to the Phoenix Wright's, where we're always right, but if we're not, all you have to do is shout 'OBJECTION!' Permission to take your order?" a familiar voice said perkily.
"Riku?!" Satoshi stammered.
"Oh, hey Satoshi." Riku sounded slightly angry, like Daisuke had. She was dressed up like a judge. "Whaddaya want, then?"
"Why are you working here?" Satoshi questioned.
She sighed. "Well, my bike broke a while back on Halloween - you know, when you asked to borrow my mom, ya weirdo - so my cousin gave me his old bike, but wouldn't you know, it's ancient and it broke when I went, uh, mountain biking."
"Oh," Satoshi said, hardly paying attention and only pretending to look he cared. "Um, I'd like a coffee please, in the biggest size you have."
"One Judge-normous coffee then," Riku punched into the cash register. She snickered. "Would you like that hot or… just-iced?" Satoshi gritted his teeth. Lame jokes were one of his weakness, I guess. "Hot, please."
"This place is weird, right?" Riku said. "So many awful puns." "Oh, yes," Satoshi said, who was just then thinking that the top of the soda dispenser looked like a wonderful place to sleep.
A few minutes later…
"Justice is served!" Riku shouted, carrying out Satoshi's order. She looked up. Satoshi was dead asleep on top of a table. Two parents and their quadruplet daughters and son looked quite traumatized.
"Looks like we've got a sleeper," the boss said, coming up.
"Uh, what's a sleeper?" Riku asked.
The boss laughed. "This is the person who falls asleep before he pays!"
"Oooh." Riku blinked. "What do we do?"
"It's quite fun," an employee, Ben, said. "Would you like me to show you?"
Twelve minutes and one burger suit later, Satoshi was sitting out front in a lawn chair, holding up an "Eat Here, Pluses I'm an Idiot" sign.
You know, once I was really tired and tried to say, "I need some medicine", because I was sick, but instead said, "Mom, can you help me find a word in the dictionary?"
Okay, kind of anti-climactic for chapter thirty, but, you know, whatever, right? School started, so yeah, homework and stuff all over again, but I hope that my updates aren't too far and few.
Wouldn't it stink to be the only not identical quadruplet? That happened like a year-ish ago. They said so on the news. Poor boy.