Disclaimer: I do not own Future Diary or ANY of its references.

"Muru Muru!" Yuki's voice boomed throughout the room. Muru Muru's small set shoulders tensed.

"Y-yes?" She hoped that she didn't sound as guilty as she thought. Her tattered old manga resided in front of her face. If he couldn't see her face then he would never know of the completely harmless changes she had made.

"Care to explain the electric flag Drew received?" Curses. Foiled again. It was like he didn't trust her judgement, her amazing judgement. Honestly, Yuki was so boring now. Not that he was interesting at all. Yuno was far more complex and layered. It fascinated her to no end watching her unpredictable string of mishaps. Never would she have predicted that she actually would've fallen for boring, spineless Yuki. Even as God, he still was the same lovesick teenager that he had been when he had assumed the position 1000 plus years ago. This was eternal punishment.

"You see, your excellency, I had a good cause." She didn't really have a cause. She had thought that it would be amusing watching the big, bad assassin freak out like bipolar five year old. After seeing what she almost did to that Wyatt kid, meddling had proved to be a completely amusing past time.

"What would that be?" Yuki challenged, his voice laced with slight intrigue. Since proposing the new world, he had seemed more human like. He had even given Robin remnants of his old diary. That boy probably was his favorite. Muru Muru hated to admit that she actually liked him too. Robin seemed so much like Yuki but with a creative twist. He seemed incapable of winning but somewhere something gleamed dimly that said that he wasn't what everyone thought. In fact, his whole team seemed capable of so much more. She wouldn't be surprised to find out one of the three won. With that being said, Drew and Wyatt still seemed like worthy adversaries. Smart and lethal was a good combination and strategy. Muru Muru couldn't wait to see the other diary owners finally act.

"I just thought that it would be sad to see the weakest link go first." That actually seemed half decent.

"Weakest link huh?" Yuki seemed unamused with her story.

"Yes! That poor boy! Fifth had just figured out his Diary! I couldn't let someone so overpowered end him like that." Muru Muru smiled at her story. Still great even being created on a whim. "Besides, now they're a strong team! Might even give that team 1211 a run for their money."

Yuki looked away from her and back at his newly created globe for New World. He was so unoriginal. Yuki could've made a complete new species with new ideals and motives, yet he stuck with the same race. The only difference between worlds being that different people invented different products and so on. He didn't seem to grasp the idea of the power that he possessed. "Fine."

"Now I have a question for you." Muru Muru placed her hand to her chin and paced like they did in those detectives did when deducing the culprit. "Why did Eleventh and Second receive a flag without a cause for death?" Yuki wasn't going to get away with something as big as that. Since he noticed her slight alteration, it was natural that she pointed out his own.

Yuki paused. He must've been choosing his words carefully. "The Holder's are not using the full capacity of their Diaries. Instead of using the alternate method of loss, they stick with the savage and cruel one. Also, they need to be more careful."

Alternate method? Muru Muru suddenly remembered all the deaths that took place in Second World. The only deaths that had been slightly different had been Third and Sixth... She knew exactly what he had meant.

Nice choice, Amano.

Chapter 5

The Genius, The Problem, And the Incoherent

10:20 Spencer Lates, Dead

Mona shoved her Galaxy into the pocket of her black trench coat. It had taken Spencer and Robin a little over an hour to figure out that she was missing. Mona had known that teaming up with them was risky but she would never have thought that one would be dropping out so early. At worst, she had thought that they would be the sixth or seventh out. Not first. How embarrassing. If that flag had been sent to herself with no cause, she would have gone ballistic from rage. As she thought about it, how could someone die without a cause? That seemed melancholic as well as physically impossible. Even the terrorist bombers had a cause, a crappy one, but a cause. No one could die without a cause.

Mona's footsteps rang out in the pitch black hallway of the underground aquarium. Someone had been doing some major renovations to the place. It certainly wasn't the Y. They couldn't afford this. This wasn't the time to be worrying about the fish. She had much bigger problems.

"Run while you can, Second. This is your Dead End." Despite explaining to him that she hadn't received a notice, he continued to pursue her.

Earlier that morning, Mona's Diary known as the Secret Diary, had given her information as to the location of a Diary Holder. She followed the coordinates only to be jumped by a psycho who thought he was some kind of cowboy. He was slow, stupid, and a hazard to her health. Before she could even flash her knife, he had came at her with a freaking rapier. Who even used those anymore?

Mona's silver Tiffany bracelet jingled against her wrist. Hoards of colorful ocean fish passed her as she sprinted forward. Being confined to this area would mean bad business for herself. The echo from his black boots echoed behind her. The man was a good minute away.

It was 10:18. Mona still had some time left to find Robin and Spencer. It still bugged her that it specify her cause of death. Unless...

Mona rounded a corner into yet another pitch black room. The only light was a light blue glow from more exhibits. She wondered what was in it. A splash came from the a little whole in the floor. Someone thudded against the wall.

"Hello?" A voice called, confused. It was Robin. Man, they had bad timing.

Mona sprang forward, grabbing his waist. She knocked him to the ground, slapping her hand over his mouth. "Shh!" She hissed. "Do you want someone to find us?"

Robin peeled her hand off. "Where's Spencer?" He pulled out his phone. The light reflected dimly. His face widened in horror. He pushed Mona off and ran to the blue port hole-ish thing. Mona's shoulders thudded against something. The bright lights turned on. They hurt her eyes.

"The hell are you doing? You want to get us killed?" Mona ran over and punched him.

Robin seemed unaffected as he leaned over and jumped into the cool water. Bits of it hit Mona's face. It was refreshing. She couldn't see any fish in the exhibit. What was in that aquarium that made Robin terrified. Maybe he was scared of seals? That's why there was a walk in tunnel. Everyone loved seals.

Mona walked into the tunnel. It was a very expansive set. Seals didn't need that much room or did they? And for being mammals, there was a surprising lack of actual land. Maybe this was a dolphin exhibit. But who could afford this? So many unanswered questions. She looked down at the see through floor. Robin was slapping the water trying to reach Spencer. A huge blob of gray swam towards them. Holy. Crap. Is that?

A bullet whizzed past her face and hit a wall. Luckily it had missed both her face and the tank. Mona pulled out her dagger. Knife vs. Gun. Not good odds. For now she would have get out ASAP. Underneath the glass, Robin was attempting to pull Spencer out before the shark did. Mona suddenly feared for both of them.

"Ahem," The masked man coughed. "Where are your manners little girl?"

Mona didn't respond. She kept staring intensely at Robin and Spencer. That must've been hell. Why didn't her death get specified if she was going to get eaten or drown.

10:19

The man looked to be around 30. His features were sharp and striking. From what she could see that is. He wore a black sombrero and his clothing coordinated with it. Meaning all black from head to toe. He looked like a mysterious hero from an old western movie.

Boom! He had shot downwards at the duo. "All eyes shod be on me! Ricardo El Diez!" He struck an awkward pose. Mona couldn't describe it. This was what she was running from? Pathetic Mona. Absolutely pathetic. "As you can see, I missed on purpose. But for future reference you really should pick up your trash before you leave."

"What?" Mona replied, slightly dumbfounded. What on earth was he talking about.

Ricardo gestured to two phones lying on the ground. He cocked his gun. Mona finally understood the flag. Her phone would have gotten destroyed. 10:20. Mona used every muscle in her right arm and threw with all her might and concentration.

Ricardo's face twisted into a grim smile. It thoroughly creeped her out. She took a step back. Her knife had missed. "Nice try darling." Robin emerged from the opening with Spencer. Both gasping for air. Everything had happened so quickly that she hadn't even heard the gun shot. "But I think I'll save you for later." He waved his cape over his face and vanished into the darkness.

Mona felt all her bones turn to liquid. A large crack spread across the glass. It spread further and further. She muttered incomprehensible curses under her breath. How could she have missed? By now the crack had halfway reached the other end.

Water dripped off of her team mates. "Are you alright?" Robin panted.

Mona nodded. "I will be."

"What do you mean?" Robin asked, steadying himself. Water oozed out in sporadic gushes at a time.

Mona lifted a shaky finger to herself made obstacle. If that thing broke, they would drown or at least be swept away. Robin turned a shade paler then he already was. The shark had clearly lost interest in them and found interest the partially shattered wall. Spencer burst out laughing. A watered-down shade of pink covered her cheeks.

She was hysterical. The shark bumped the glass. Water exploded outwards. Their phones still lying on the cold floor. They couldn't die like this. It just wasn't possible. Fate seemed to be against her today.
Maybe she shouldn't have gotten out of bed.

The shark swam off. Every muscle in her body seemed incapable of movement. Mona couldn't get past how she had caused this mess. This was a disgrace and a poor wave of bravery, but she would get them out alive. . . hopefully.

Author's Note: Yay! A new character! I made him have as little dialogue as possible for my events that you will soon see.