Future Diary 2: New Survival Game

Chapter 13: Explanation

A/N: Jed's POV

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(At the 38th Holy Hall of Cause and Effect)

"I must say, this Survival Game has developed a lot more than I expected." Murumuru stated as she looked at all of the remaining Future Diary Holders on fourteen different screens.

"Yes, I feel like this game is only going to get more interesting from here on out. And it's all thanks to the Sixth. He has successfully managed to back four Future Diary Holders into a corner with that stunt of his." Yuno said.

"But, don't you think that the progression of this game still isn't fast enough? We've only lost one Future Diary Holder and it doesn't look like anymore Future Diary Holders will be dropping dead anytime soon. Yuki doesn't have much time to live, you know."

Murumuru stated as she turned around and stared at the large sphere hovering behind them.

"I know that Murumuru, but Yuki instructed us not to interfere in this game like the last one. He wants this game to be as fair as possible." Yuno said.

"I don't think we can call this 'game' fair anymore since you decided to give Eighth as much power as you could without Yuki intervening." Murumuru sighed.

"Hmm...it has begun...the Eighth has begun to set his plan in motion, Murumuru." Yuno said as she stared at the screen in front of her, revealing the Eighth standing in front of a large super computer.

"Boss, are you sure we're allowed to be here? We could get in a lot of trouble for doing something like this!" A man shrouded in darkness stuttered.

"Don't worry about it. I don't give a damn if we're allowed to be here or not. My [Future Diary] hasn't shown me anything out of the ordinary, so we're in the clear. Now hurry up and hook up my [Future Diary] into 'Holon'." The Eighth ordered.

"Right!" The Eighth's men grabbed his [Future Diary] and began to hook it up into the computer.

"What the hell are doing here, Eighth? And how does any of this actually involve me? Don't you know that you and I are destined to fight and kill each other later on in this Survival Game?" Another man shrouded in the shadows asked.

"Heh, of course I know that. I just simply noticed on how your [Future Diary] won't really help you gather relevant information regarding the other Future Diary Holders like mine will. So I decided that I would give you a little hand." The Eighth chuckled.

"Tch, as if I'd even ask for your help! I'll gather information about the other Future Diary Holders on my own somehow! Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving now!" The man quickly turned around and began to walk away from the Eighth.

"Hold on a second there! If you really do plan on not forming an alliance with me, then you can at least take this with you." The Eighth said before he tossed a cellphone at the man.

"What is this? Why are there future events written on this cell phone? Is this someone else's [Future Diary]?" The man asked after he turned around to catch the cell phone.

"Technically yes, but now that [Future Diary] is all yours to do whatever you please. But before you leave, I just want you to know that my offer still stands." The Eighth said while watching the man walk away.

(Meanwhile, Outside the Hospital)

"Are you sure this is the hospital in which that kid with the [Future Diary] is held in? Because if this is the place, then how come there aren't any cops here protecting the kid?"

A tall, slim but muscular man with black, slicked back hair and brown eyes wearing a black suit and black shoes said as he was sitting in the passenger seat of a car while watching the entrance of the hospital through a pair of binoculars.