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“So, that is the source of all this world’s problems?”
“I’ll be expecting payment, Tsukasa,” Daiki smiled, “or I’ll be keeping my information to myself next time.”
“Everything depends on whether one kid dies?” Tsukasa asked, ignoring him.
“Right. So?”
“I got the gist of it.”
Tsukasa slipped through one of his portals, reappearing at the entrance of the building. A bit too much to ask him to get about the old fashioned way, as always. Daiki jumped down after him and jogged over. Their target was on the move.
“We could always just let it happen. It’s not like it really matters.” Daiki stretched, his gun lolling in his hand as he did.
If nothing else, he appreciated the faith Tsukasa put in his intel. While Tsukasa might not remember it, some things hadn’t changed from before his little disappearing act. Tsukasa had never wasted time asking him questions. If he started now, he might realise it wasn’t precisely solid evidence that everything was this little bastard’s fault. It might even make him realise that most things Daiki tipped him off to had been his own conclusions about situations. But he always made a point to keep a close eye on what was going on wherever he went and to keep an ear to the ground. He’d paid attention to what was going on with Zi-O’s worlds. No matter how many times they saw Sougo become king, there was one catalyst before his coronation.
It couldn’t be that hard to keep one kid alive.
Heure stopped at the door for the main building. The jingle of his phone could be heard from where they were standing.
“Hello? Senpai?” Heure answered and started chattering away. He took a few steps away from the door again, looking around as he spoke. Well, it wasn’t common for people to notice Daiki anyway, but Tsukasa was kind enough to slip back through his little portal. Tsukasa was ever eye-catching, and it would be easier if he kept his distance for the time being. At least he’d gotten better at that.
Heure hung up his phone and glanced around quickly. There was no one else there, and he didn’t seem to notice either of them before disappearing behind the gymnasium.
It would be easier to keep an eye on him from the roof. Daiki slipped back up, joining Tsukasa, who lounged on the side to watch the show.
“Mind if I join you?” Daiki asked, leaning over him, hovering inches from his lips. Tsukasa didn’t react, simply moving his head slightly to see around him. He’d gotten used to this after all.
Someone rounded the corner opposite the one Heure had taken; their sweet little king-to-be. Who should have surely been in class. But he approached Heure with a smile, punctuated by a bite to his lip. Heure beaming at him, shooting up from where he’d sat to greet him. Daiki could see his fingers twisting in knots behind his back from above. He couldn’t hear their conversation, but Sougo took Heure’s arm, slipping his hand out from behind his back. Their hands joined, and every muscle of Heure’s body tensed. His shoulders tight, his back straight, his mouth drawing back. Unmoving as Sougo leaned in and kissed him.
It must be nice for some people.
“Hey, Tsuk-”
“He already has the Oma watch.”
“I take it your plan of just keeping it from him went well then?” He looked over again and, sure enough, Sougo had the Oma watch hanging from his belt. Which most likely meant his friend had kindly provided him with his belt as well. “My offer to steal it still stands.”
Of course, Tsukasa ignored him. And would no doubt later be annoyed at him for not being helpful. There was no winning with some people.
“Is your current plan just to stare at two teenagers making out?”
“My plan,” Tsukasa responded. “Is none of your business.”
Cool. Well, if he wasn’t necessary.
Daiki turned to leave, readying his gun when a sudden shout rang out. Daiki looked over the edge where the pair had been standing before immediately averting his eyes.
“Are there meant to be monsters in this world?”
“There weren’t when we arrived,” Tsukasa replied. “That may be my doing.”
“You may need to consider spending less time hovering about if we’re to keep him alive.” It had been a while since one of Tsukasa’s ‘incidents’ had gone that far, though. Usually, they only scared people or did superficial damage. Just their luck that he’d choose now to merge in something that would cause them real trouble. Checking over the rest of the school, the monsters were sweeping through like rats upon them. The grounds were quickly littered with screams.
An hour later, and the Oma watch chimed. It was once more the world of Oma Zi-O.
“How many worlds of Oma is that now?”
“Four,” Tsukasa said, rolling the film in his camera to get a picture of the catastrophe. He handed the image to Daiki, showing the four kings and the corpses that were once their beloveds. “I’ll make sure there’s only one when we’re done.”
“I’m sure they’ll appreciate the reunion. Onto the next world? Or are you going to clean as you go?”
“This mess will be cleaned up later. That said, I’d like to leave as much behind as possible.”
“And I’d like you to eat some sea cucumber; perhaps we can come to a compromise?”
“The offer does become more appealing when it makes you leave me alone.”