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Chapter 8

Numbed Mistakes

If his fate had not been an entire charade of misfortune, he might actually have held positive outlook to the circumstances he raised with his own hands. It would have been better to ignore Muru Muru's selfish musings to satisfy her own appetite for stirring up mischief and emotional turmoil, but for some reason he felt- compelled to listen. Whether it was to justify what had happened to him or his own pride as being invincible he would never know or understand. Everything he is and has come to know was based on strict and unyielding principle. Ever since he became god, Yuki could honestly admit that he hadn't a truly happy moment in this existence. He wanted- Yuki cursed his inner sentimental nature. His exterior held the distinguishing character of an emotionless robot... but that wasn't entirely true. He was constantly in agonizing despair. Where was his happy ending? But because his happy ending has yet to appear, he would count the sleepless nights until he found it. Inner peace. His mind wandered into perplexity every time he began to fathom this new- game. Even as god, there were no do- overs, no restarts, no anything. Just rules. Just more haunting scenes of his hand crafted world based from his mistakes. Why? Yuki's acute sense of hearing snapped him out of his trance like thought process. In one blink, Muru Muru was standing (slouching) before him, arms crossed at her chest. A particularly unamused look spread across her face. Before he had time to question, Muru Muru gestured behind her.

'I forgot about Faye. At least that explains her less than ecstatic expression. I better get this over with.' Yuki thought to himself. As being the figure of superiority, he figured that she could come over to him. It was funny that even as god, his legs still went numb after sitting for prolonged periods if time. Another reason why she could come to him.

Yuki stared void of all emotions at the over exuberant diary holder of Muru Muru's choice. The one person he let her pick on her own, she chose the one that most infuriated him the most. Which said a lot because he thought if himself as having no feelings. It wasn't entirely true, but over the years he could say that he had mellowed out a drastic amount.

She's back. Again." Muru Muru huffed, annoyed. The 'she' that was being mentioned was Faye Sanders.
Whilst going through the prototypical meetings and informings, the girl had begun to fancy Yuki- in a weird way. Every time she engaged herself in conversation with him, she without fail managed to squeeze in how much she adored her master and wanted to rule beside him. This scared him, thus making Faye his least favorite personality wise. Even though she was a complete nut case, she held potential to still be winner. Which again, terrified him.

Pushing aside his initial worries that finding a new winner would progress to quickly, Yuki was now worried that it may never end. If memory served, and it did, around the time his diary started reading predictions the first player had already perished... and by his dart too! One by one, they kept revealing traces of their identities that would ultimately bring their demise. This group may be less intelligent as when he was a diary holder, but they were certainly cunning. While he strongly disapproved of their carelessness, he couldn't help but be slightly sympathetic to their tactics of choosing to stand by someone. There was the perfect scenario of 9th and 5th who somehow managed to develop an almost mother-son relationship. They were always smiling and actually living. The two being polar opposites in age and nature, made it work. It truly intrigued him to see how they'd fare. Then there was the group of 1st, 2nd, and 11th. The short lived trio seemed to be coming less like a trio each day. Yuki couldn't exactly figure why. They were all perfectly compatible, but hey c'est la vie- or death in this case.

His attention shifted back to the girl standing before him. The nineteen year old fanatic was dressed in her normal everyday material that consisted of a medley of black and red. Dark as night combat boots complete with studs, ripped fish nets, tight mini skirt that left nothing up to the imagination, and velvet red corset also with studs. Her light brown hair was tied up into two half pigtails, the remaining portion fanned out around her face. Her expressive, blood red eyes (courtesy of oddly pigmented contacts) were locked on Yuki's.

Muru Muru coughed awkwardly and crossed her arms. "What do you want?" Her attention span moved her back to her old manga collection where she plopped down and promptly continued reading from where she left off.

Faye gave Yuki an uneasy glance and shuffled a few paces forward. "I-I have a question, s-sir." She curtseyed in the process of her sentence, flicking her hands as if she was swatting a fly.

Muru Muru glanced up, grinning sarcastically ear to ear. "Yeah that's why you're here." She flipped the pages with her thumb. Only once had Muru Muru ever been happy to see Faye. That was when they first met. Muru Muru rammed her bike into her and had to help pay medical bills. Not exactly what you might call a warm greeting. After a few very heated debates, Faye dropped her charges of hit and run. Yuki shuddered at their incompetence. Muru Muru technically didn't exist in the real world unless she wanted too. Yeah, Yuki didn't understand it either.

"Sorry, but I don't validate your opinion. Shorty." Faye glowered, warningly. Her eyes narrowed into slivers.

"Hey, show some respect!" Muru Muru countered, throwing her precious manga at the girl's face hitting it square. She snickered in return to her perfect aim, as always.

"What the heck is wrong with you?! You could've hit master!" Faye bellowed. She picked up the article of which had been thrown at her and raised it into the air.

The two proceeded to engage in a cat fight. First Muru Muru pulled her hair. Then Faye smacked her with the remaining pages of the manga. Muru Muru countered by biting her hand. This continued for several minutes.

Yuki watched, mouth agape as to what exactly had just happened. He frowned at the antics of the two and cursed his intellect. He knew better then to let the two of them be around each other. Add Faye and Muru Muru together and you get an equation of mental exhaustion. He mentally slapped himself for what he was about to say but he had no choice. Either watch them rip each others hair out or listen to Faye's typically long winded and generally uninteresting questions that almost always were rhetorical. Suddenly the first option started to sound better.
"Faye, your master commands you to stop."

Almost instantaneously, Faye developed some sort of super strength and threw Muru Muru across the room. She stood in attention. Yuki could almost see Faye sparkling. This was humiliating. "Yes, my lord? I am at your disposal." She curtseyed lower then before.

Muru Muru hissed venomously under her breath as she regained her composure, collecting her scattered manga pages. She directed her hateful glare back to Faye. "What was your question?" It was obvious that she wanted her to leave as soon as possible. At least that was one thing the two of them could agree on.

Faye straightened, smoothing down the wrinkles in her skirt. She nodded; she grabbed her phone from her pocket. Faye dead panned. "What do you recommend? Playing this game with a group or going solo?" Her face contorted into a smile.

Yuki gulped. The daunting memories of his travesty rushed back to him in horrific waves. He would never wish what had happened to himself upon his worst enemies. Of course, his worst enemies were part of what caused this atrocity. Things were so confusing then. He began to become so desensitized to everything. Violence. Gore. None if it bugged him in the slightest anymore. His days of playing hero were over. He liked to think that the whole thing was just a fluke and that Yuno had won and he wouldn't suffer anymore. When he thought about it, this sick game was evil. Especially this. It was pointless. There didn't need to be a god of this new world. How could he have been so blind as to listen to Muru Muru's twisted delusions that spur from boredom. It was too late. The moment he created the new world was the moment he agreed to torture a new 12 innocent people to the breaking point. Even after more than 1000 years, he was the same monster that he was then.

Yuki turned around wordlessly. "Do what you want. Both have their own repercussions." How else could he answer that? If you were in a group, you'd eventually witness their death or deal it yourself before they do the same to you. If you go alone, you risk complete isolation and missing knowledge. Vivid flashbacks occupied his brain leaving him to daze. He wished that he could wake up. With the single wave of his arm, Faye vanished. One thing he would give her credit for was her ability to get under your skin. It seemed like a skill that she had honed to perfection. Maybe that was why he didn't like her. That she made him unearth his buried past. He was wrong. Of all his watered down emotions, the one that still remained prominent was regret.

"C'mon. You're sucking the energy out of that lightbulb." Drew chided, running her fingers through the boy's paled hair. She thus proceeded to flick his forehead until he answered or at least acknowledged. Wyatt swatted her hand away. "What's wrong little buddy?" Drew added in a mock baby voice.

"Not a thing." Wyatt muttered, hoping that she would leave him alone to his thoughts. Being alone was the only way he could pull out his inner genius that everybody told him he was. "Besides, you just got shot in the hand. You should be a little more careful. Hey, how did you even get that fixed?"

"I know people, who know people, who know doctors that work under the radar for like gangs and other things that may not qualify as legal." She paused, biting a baby carrot dipped in ranch dressing into her mouth. "Did you know that you can bite off a finger easy as a carrot?" She seemed more enthused by this than anyone should ever be. Wyatt cringed. He felt a twinge crawl up his spine. "Mmhmm. Crazy right? Apparently you body tells you not to though."

The boy abruptly spun around from his cozy spot that let him peer out her apartment building that overlooked the huge city. "Cannibal. How the hell do you know that?" He smoothed down his ruffled hair. Drew had gotten ranch in it which completely snubbed his hygiene rules. He decided to wash it when she was done.

Drew's teasing gaze hardened to one of a more menacing nature. "Watch your mouth. I'm only allowed to cuss. You are in fact ten." In one motion, the remaining veggies on the tray were tossed into the teal painted trash can that say adjacent to her.

"What if I'm not ten? That might explain my vast intelligence in comparison to yours of a minuscule scale." He slid back into his cushion and returned to people watching. It was so interesting. Everyone had their own story and personality. During the day time, he would sit there and try to guess their life stories until Drew got back from whatever she did all day. Work maybe? No. She was too lazy for that... not to mention bad. Drew responded with silence. Wyatt shuddered at the uncharacteristic pregnant pauses. "... Wait. You're not actually contemplating whether I'm ten or not? Right?!" He huffed, spinning his body back to face her.

"...In other news, popular singer Ophelia Key has been hospitalized after fainting after her concert last night. No further information has been given about her condition..."

"Drew? Are you even listening to me?" Self consciously, he fixed his slouched posture and averted his violet hued stare. He squeezed the hem of his shorts that Drew had purchased to replace his pair of faded jeans. She really was a nice person despite how she depicted herself. He was lucky to have met her. It was a shame that he would have to die though. Wyatt mentally slapped himself for his intrusive thoughts of what he thought would be inevitable. He often fantasized his own departure now a days to psych himself up, but no matter how hard he tried to make himself perish heroically, he always perished. That was the problem. He was ten. He didn't want to die. Wyatt thought that he did a good job of masking these emotions from his role model- role model... He wanted to be like her. Strong, independent, genuine. It saddened him to think that he might not get a chance to. Wyatt thought of Drew's gun shot wound. No matter how he played it, this was real. This was life that was being played with. He all of a sudden didn't feel like talking anymore.

His fingers trailed across the smooth surface of his diary. He had been inside so long that his diary never predicted anything of importance. Just things like: Drew Piper arrived home or something similar to that. Well at least he knew how to use it. He didn't think the same for Drew.

Wyatt shifted uncomfortably, finally taking notice of the silence which had been furthered in time. "I, uh, are you okay?" It felt like she had forgotten that he was even in the room. The segment about Lia seemed to have thrown her off. Taking the hint Wyatt decided to question. "What are you not telling me, Drew?"

"Huh, what? Oh sorry. Look it's nothing for you to worry about. I just remembered that I have a job to take care of tomorrow, so I'll be gone pretty early tomorrow." She held a perfectly convincing smile. One that would've fooled most, but he wasn't most. Reading people like books came naturally to the boy and he knew that something wasn't right in the world of Drew Piper.

"You and I both know that it's not a 'job'. You know something about Lia and that's what you're not telling me."

He noticed her smile slightly twitch downwards.

Bingo...

Author's Note: It's done. I'm trying this new thing where I make the chapters longer which is definitely a process that has yet to be completely learned. Hey, at least it's longer than my usual of two pages or whatever. So expect longer chapters I guess. I feel like I've said that before. How are you liking this so far? I'd love to hear from you. Oh, and huge thanks to Illia, aka my editor who doesn't edit, for all of the ideas she has given me *coughs* Faye. And another huge thank you for reading and reviewing! I greatly appreciate it! This would've been out faster had I not deleted the first copy and rewrote the previous one due to the others deletion.

Unrelated Note: I've recently begun delving into my childhood which consisted of Pokémon games and old Disney songs. I was such an odd child... and I may just give my awkward childhood experiences to poor Wyatt. But I won't be telling you which parts I add in. Look forward to that as well! Oh, and does anyone else when writing loop one song and listen to it the entire time? I should go now.

Until next time you fantabulous Chihuahuas!