#I'm not even attempting to spell Futaba's mother's name

[wildgoose97]

A Perfect Day First Draft

So I was going to post ‘A Perfect Day’ today, but I didn’t like what I had been writing so I decided to go in a completely different direction

But since I haven’t uploaded any new writing I might as well give you guys the first draft I didn’t like...Something just doesn’t seem right about it...It doesn’t feel like my best work, and I know I can do so much better

So for the final draft instead of it being Akira, Futaba, and Akechi going to Destiny World it will instead be taking place a the same day as ‘A Perfect World’.

Warning: The part with Kasumi coming in is unfinished but everything after that should be finished...probably

Akira had his face buried in his pillow, his covers thrown off the bad, his pillow soaked with drool and sweat. A pair of boots stomped up the steps, “Akira!” Futaba yelled as she stepped foot into the attic, her loud voice not disturbing the snoring Morgana who was fast asleep on the couch. Akira groaned and blinked, the sleep out of his eyes. “Come, on time to wake up!” 

“Yeah, yeah I’m awake,” He yawned and sat up, and rolled his shoulders back

Morgana’s snoring suddenly picked up in volume, “Jeez, how do you sleep in here with him?”

Akira sighed, “At least he’s not sleeping in the same bed as me anymore.” He grabbed his glasses and slipped them on his face.

“Morgana’s slept in the same bed as you?” Futaba asked, squinting her eyes.

“Yep, I used to wake up to him cuddling with me,” Akira sighed, reminiscing about his best friend’s weird sleeping habits. 

“Ooooh, I’m totally telling Ann about this.”

The boy stood up from his bed, “Don’t, you know he has a massive crush on her.” Who didn’t know? Most of what Morgana ever talked about was ‘Lady Ann this’ and ‘Lady Ann that’. 

“That just makes even more fun,” She laughed.

Akira rolled his eyes, “I’ll be down in 10,” He said as he walked over to his clothes box.

Futaba smiled, “Better hurry our poor detective prince is being interrogated by mom right now!”  

Akira chuckled, as he heard the girl’s boots click down the stairs.

Poor Akechi.

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When Akira came down, he was greeted to the sight of nervous Akechi staring into his coffee, Sojiro standing behind the counter with a big smile across his face, Wakaba sitting next to Akechi with a stern look on her face, and Futaba sitting in a booth trying hard not to laugh.

“Good morning,” Akira greeted as he took a seat next to Akechi.

Akechi turned to him, a smile washing over his nervous face, “Ah, good morning, Akira.”

Wakaba without taking her eyes away from Akechi took a sip of her coffee, “Good morning.”

Sojiro laid a cup of coffee in front of Akira, “You got down right in time, I think Wakaba is about to scare off your friend.”

Wakaba sighs, “I was just making sure I can trust him around my daughter.”

“Mooom, I’ve hung out with Akechi like a thousand times,” Futaba sighed.

“He’s fine Isshiki-san,” Akira added, as he took a sip of his coffee.

Wakaba sighs and her face softens a bit, “Fine I guess, but only because I trust those two’s judgment.”

“But, no funny business you two, and you better keep her safe!”

“Yes ma’am!”

“Of course, ma’am.”

“Moooooooom!” Futaba stammered, blushing, Akira and Sojiro shared the same smirk while Akechi chuckled.

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“Have you ever been to Destinyland Futaba-Chan?” Akechi suddenly asked as they stood, waiting for the train.

“Oh yeah! Haru took us there after Okumaru’s Pal…-” Futaba stopped suddenly, a confused look spreading across her face.

Akechi tilted his head a bit, “Is something wrong?”

He and Akira stared at her as she stared down at the subway floor, “Ah, nothing.”

Akira had grown used to his friends doing that, every once in a while they would be talking about the past then suddenly his friends would just get confused or blank out...it was a bit weird, but none of them seemed to want to talk about it. Akira decided to change the subject, “Have you been Akechi?”

Akechi shakes his head, “Unfortunately not, I’ve always been far too busy.” He ponders for a moment before adding, “But there have been far fewer crimes this year, so I have quite the abundance of free time.”

Futaba smiles and turns towards Akechi, “Nice to see you can finally have some fun Mr. Snoot Snoot!” She exclaims as the train comes into the station

“Mr. Snoot Snoot?” Akechi said with a nervous smile.

“Yep! Mr. Snoot Snoot, McSnoot Snooter, Snooter Snooson, Snoo-”

“Ah, I think I get it,” Akechi chuckles nervously. He turns to Akira, “Do I really seem that ‘snooty’?”

“Yep,” Futaba answers without thinking. The train’s door opens and they board. Futaba sighs as they sit down, “You’re just way too uptight.”

“Uptight? I don’t think I’m that uptight,” He responds, “I can be fun,” Akechi turns back to Akira, “Right, Akira?”

Akira turns his attention to in front of himself and gives a small whistle, but doesn’t respond.

Futaba chuckled, “See?”

Akechi’s sighs, “Well I’ll try to be more ‘fun’ in the future.”

Akira smiled down at the ground, “We’ll see about that.”

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“C’mon, hurry up!” Futaba exclaimed as she sprinted ahead, Akechi and Akira trailed slowly behind.

“So, do you have any more plans for summer break?” Akechi asked as he and Akira started to walk a bit faster to catch up to the girl.

Akira nodded, “I think we need to start preparing for our next Palace.”

Akechi sighed, “Really? More Phantom Thieves stuff?” They had almost caught up to Futaba when Akehci asked, “We did good last year, don’t you think it’s time for a break?”

“I do think it’s time for a break but...I just get this feeling that we need to prepare,” Akira’s stared at the ground as he walked 

“Why? We haven’t got a single Palace in 9 months, honestly I think our job is done, for now,” He sighed.

“I...know, but like I said I’m just getting this strange feeling-”

“You’ve been worrying me Akira, all this talk about ‘strange feelings’ is getting…” Akechi sighed, “No, forget it, we shouldn’t be talking about this on a day like this.”

“Yeah…” Akira looked up again, only to see Futaba yet again quite a bit in front of them. “Come on, we better catch up before we lose her,” He sends a smirk towards Akechi, it was met with the detective’s own as they took off in a sprint.

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“Futaba-Chan I had no idea you had so much energy,” Akechi exclaimed as panted trying to catch his breath.

“Maybe it’s heavily condensed?” Akira remarked. 

Futaba turned back to him, “Hey-”

“Akira-Senpai!” A voice calls, as someone runs up to them.

Akira turned his head and smiled, “Oh, Kasumi!”

“Wow, I really didn’t expect to run into you three here!” Kasumi exclaimed.

Akechi nodded, “Yeah, quite the surprise.”

“You here alone?” Akira asked.

“Oh, no, I came here with my dad, but he got all tuckered out,” Kasumi sighed.

“How about you join us?”

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“How does that even work?” Futaba exclaimed a frightened look on her face as she stared at the red haired girl.

“Huh?” Kasumi let out as she laid down her third food wrapper on the table.

Akira chuckled, “That’s exactly why I suggested we call her ‘appetite’.” Wait when did he suggest that code name? Back In January right? He could have sworn they hadn’t had a palace since- Akira shakes his head and buries the thought in his mind.

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The 3 of them dragging Akechi onto a rollercoaster,

“Oh, oh, I’ve heard this is the greatest roller coaster in the park, come on, come on,” Futaba exclaimed as she sprinted to get in line.

Akira walked up behind her, “You sure you’re tall enough to ride?”

“Oh shut it-Hm?” Futaba looked behind Akira, Kasumi had joined them in line and seemed to be just as excited as Futaba, but Akechi had stayed behind. “Crow, what are you doing? Hurry up and get over here before you lose your spot!”

Akechi shook his head, “I’m not riding.”

“Don’t tell me you're scared of roller coasters?” Futaba chuckled from her spot in line.

Akechi shook his head again, “I’m not scared, I just don’t have the stomach for roller coasters.”

“Sure,…” She says as she rolls her eyes. “Mr. Snooty snoot,” she mumbled out.

Those three words really seems to get to Akechi, because he soon took his spot behind Kasumi.  Kasumi turned to look back at him, “Ah, Akechi-Senpai are you really sure you want to ride-”

“Yes.”

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“Hrk-hgghh!” Akechi released the contents of his stomach into the trash can, as Akira held some the boy’s hair back to make sure he doesn't get puke in it.

Kasumi chuckled nervously, “Wow he really wasn’t lying.”

“Hm, it seems like Crow has a weakness to roller coasters,“ Futaba remarked, “Noted.” Akechi glared at her from the trash can. ...Why did that glare seem so familiar?....

‘I’m going to be completely honest with you, I hate you.’ 

?

Akira shook the words out of his mind. 

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Kasumi eventually departed from them with the excuse that her dad might start worrying. After they bid her goodbye Akira speaks up, “We should probably get going soon too.”

“But why? Come on Akira we’re having so much fun!” Futaba exclaimed.

“It’s getting late, Sojiro and Wakaba might start getting worried,” Akira then gestured to Akechi who was sulking behind them, “Plus I don’t think Akechi is doing too good.”

Futaba sighed, “Fine, I guess you're right.”

“Thank god,” Akechi whispered from behind them, still clutching his stomach. 

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“Ah, my stomach is still not right,” he heard Akechi complain. He stopped and stared forward and spotted the 3 walking towards him. 

The girl next Akechi seemed to ignore his comment, “Can we go again next week? But with everyone else?” he hears Futaba ask excitedly. 

Akira smiled, “Of course, but maybe we should keep Mr. Sensitive stomach at home.” Akechi grumbled at the comment.

A smile spread across his face, as the 3 walked past him, “Glad to see you made the right choice,” Maruki whispered as quietly as he could.

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“Glad to see you made the right choice,” The whisper stopped Akira in his tracks. That voice. Akira immediately turned around, but the owner of that familiar voice wasn’t there. He could have sworn he heard Maruki. 

“Akira?” Akechi called out. Akira turned back around to see Futaba and Akechi staring at him, “Is something wrong?” the detective asked. Akira’s mind for some reason wandered to a memory of Maruki standing in a plain white arena, snapping his fingers...The memory felt like a dream, Akira ignored it and shook his head