Author's Note: Welcome to the tenth chapter! In honor of it, I have reevaluated my past chapters and am happy to say things are mostly going as planned. A few things I want to point out:

The Diaries WILL be used more frequently as the story progresses. The main problem is that some of them don't quite necessarily know how to use them yet, so I will get that done and out of the way quite soon. I'm waiting until next chapter (SPOILER) for that to be picked up.

You may notice a few flaws in the time line, in which case, I deeply apologize. I'm sorting it out and whatever information I may have included about dates is no longer valid. This chapter should fix that however. Thank you so much!

This Muru Muru is the real Second Muru Muru by the way. I just made her act a lot like the other one because it's fun.

Warnings: Catty insults and brief character tweaks. Kind of, not really.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mirai Nikki or any other references mentioned, obviously.

Chapter 10: Arguments

May 19 12:01 [Café Foursquare]

Spencer, Mona, and I meet for late breakfast and to discuss strategies.

Robin didn't know exactly he was going to eat his lunch while his two friends were glowering daggers at each other from opposite sides of the small table at the same café they had first agreed to meet roughly a month ago when this all started. Not to be confused with the French place, that place was shut down for some reason. It settled uncomfortably upon his brain when he first found out.

Robin was sitting next to Spencer who was directly to his left furiously sipping on some kind of latte. Mona was leaning back against the red cushions casually glaring as if it was a normal part of human interactions.

Lately, all of their interactions had either started or ended like this after the Ophelia Key concert for some reason that he would never understand. They just drove to the concert. Nothing more. Spencer did leave him at the door but she came right back after ten minutes. And the show hadn't even started when they had left. Maybe he should tell Mona? He had suggested telling Mona earlier but Spencer had flipped and started yelling that they couldn't tell Mona. He eyed his green eyed companion covertly and they way she was staring made him think that she already knew exactly what had happened.

Mona leaned forward and sipped her sweet tea through a clear straw. A small ring of her chap stick was left behind.

It seemed that both of them were growing more and more hostile towards each other and most of the times it seemed to be about him. Actually, the majority of the hot air between both of them had been stemmed through Mona's growing anger about Robin choosing to sit next to Spencer. He didn't really think what he did was wrong. All he did was sat down without thinking and the next thing he knew the two had engaged in verbal abuses, but not normal name calling like "bitch" or "jerk", oh no. They were comparing pieces of information about Robin to see which one of them knew more and it was to say the least humiliating how pathetic they made him sound. In a way he had caused the argument so he figured that he kind of deserved it somewhat. This had gone on for an hour now and he felt the disapproving glances of the remaining people every time one of them spoke.

13:05 [Café Foursquare]

Spencer and Mona start a fight over me. Someone help me!

13:06 [Café Foursquare]

Mona kicks me in the shin.

13:07 [Café Foursquare]

Spencer and Mona's fight begins to escalate. Somehow I stopped it.

"Robin, do you want anything else? I'll be happy to get it for you." Spencer added icily. It came off nice sounding but the coldness in her voice didn't go undetected. She leaned her elbows onto the table. Her fingers were painted black to coordinate with her sour attitude.

"Um, no. I'm fine. Thanks." Robin answered honestly. "I'm fine with my cookie." He pinched off a bite of said cookie. It was a plain sugar cookie, nothing extraordinary, but it was satisfying for the moment. Mona snickered and inhaled deeply through her nose.

"What's your damage?"

"Hey Princess, why don't you shut up and finish eating so we can leave?"

"Guys, please," his words were cut off as he felt a sharp pain in his shin, signaling him to stop talking. It was nice to know who controlled the group.

"Robin," Spencer whined as she tied up her curly blonde hair into a bun. "I'm ready to leave." She stood up.

"Excuse me?" Mona growled. Robin turned his head in confusion. An awkward silence settled among them.

"I said I'm ready to leave." It took Robin a second to realize that she was yet again staring at him. Like the time when she had drawn that eerily accurate picture of him on the back of a napkin in crayon. He couldn't help but to feel uncertain of that look. It was very not Spencer like. It was more fitting of Mona but if he had said that aloud he would've been better off a dead man.

"Okay. Sure. I am too," He answered back quickly. Mona's glares were now cast at him. He averted her green eyed glance and moved so Spencer could get out.

"You always take her side." Mona slid out of the booth and slammed her fist on the table. The empty glass of tea teetered.

"He does not!" Spencer grabbed Robin's arm. "Right?" She pressured.

"Oh puh-lease, he follows you like a trained dog." Mona stated matter of factly. Her hand darted to her phone which was lying on the table.

"You're delusional!" Spencer spat out of aggravation and aggressiveness. Her hands unclenched from Robin's arm and snaked their way back to her hips.

"I may be, but at least I'm not a killer."

"Guys, please." Robin prompted.

"Shut up!"

"You wanna fight?"

"Guys,"

"Sure, let's go, Cowgirl."

"STOP IT!" Robin screamed at the top of his lungs. Every head in the café was turned to them. A kettle burbled from the back of the store. Across the street a balloon blew past. "We're leaving. Now."

Mona and Spencer exchanged glances. They followed him out the door. He watched them as the two girls walked in front him and smiled softly.

Robin had a few plans of his own for the rest of the day. They had a few questions to answer for him.

13:10 Faye Sander's House [Kitchen]

Faye sat at the kitchen staring gloomily and the organic honey wheat pretzels that her mother had bought. She plucked one from the bowl and scraped the small amount of salt off and bit into it. It was dry and crumbly. The house was built in the early 1960s with ornate and careful molding, three stories each with their own decks, and wide French doors at every room entrance. Unfortunately the kitchen was cramped and less than lively like the other parts of her prison. The appliances hadn't been replaced in a while and Faye held a silent bet with herself to see how long they would actually last before they gave out completely.

The room itself smelt clean and slightly minty like a dentist's office. She tugged her blue striped pajama top close to her body as the ceiling fan spun in constant circles creating an unpleasant breeze circulating around the room. Faye wrapped her knuckles against the table. The boredom was going to kill her.

Her mother entered the room. She didn't have to look up to see the downcast expression that she always wore when she was near Faye. It didn't make a lot of sense to Faye why exactly, but ever since her little incident a few years ago, no one looked at her the same. She wasn't crazy just because she had spent time in a mental hospital. At least she wasn't the girl who was maniacally weaving a basket in the crafts room. She had met people like that during her visit at the loony bin. No, she wasn't in there for being diagnosed insane. It was for a plea bargain for beating up someone—the only suitable reason she believed to be there in the first place. Her mother poured coffee into a mug and left without saying a word.

Now she was all alone. Now she could check in on her Yuki.

Her slippers skidded across the kitchen floor. She skipped happily up to her bedroom where her Diary was sitting safely in a padded box underneath her king sized bed. She wasn't exactly allowed to have a phone so she couldn't be too careful. Nothing, not even her parents could get to it in here. She slipped her hand under and pulled it out. The lock unhinged as she spun the dial to the correct combination.

It clicked open.

Faye grabbed her Diary and ran the tips of her fingers over the smooth surface. It was just as she had left it. She flipped open the top. There weren't many new entries

12:23

Yuki talks to Muru Muru

12:45

Yuki is still talking to Muru Muru

12:50

Yuki is talking about his life as a contestant

13:10

Yuki makes plans to call the Diary Holders for a status update

13:11

Yuki is looking for someone

That was odd. Why didn't it say what he was looking for? Faye shrugged her shoulders and rolled them back.

"Whatever. There's going to be a meeting later. I have to look my best."