The Future Diary (未来日記)

Um. Okay.

Ha-ha.

Very funny. C'mon.

You're scaring me!

Mom.

Dad.

Help me, please.

Yuki.

And I'd like everyone to bear in mind the current unpleasantness

as they make their way home.

Monitor.

Dismissed.

Court's open, right?

Ours for the claiming, dude.

Shame we don't have enough people.

So we find somebody.

It's not like it's hard.

Hey, Amano.

You game?

Bad idea.

Dude. Really?

He's not going to be into it, trust me.

Creep's a wallflower.

Is that why his face is buried in that

frigging cell phone twenty-four seven?

What's all that crap about?

Who knows.

I heard he keeps like a diary or something.

Miss Gasai I'd appreciate it if you could deliver

these to the faculty lounge on your way out.

Happy to sir. I'll get right on it.

I could also use your help in the library,

if you can spare the time.

Sure.

I'm what you might call a bystander, a casual observer.

Always have been, really.

I started begging off of sports and stuff in grade school.

So, now people pretty much leave me alone.

Guess I keep a journal out of boredom, to be honest.

I mean, what else was I going to do?

Don't get me wrong, I have friends.

They just happen to be, well, kind of imaginary.

Deus.

Yukiteru.

A moment please.

I am amending a finer point of causality.

Sounds like somebody's got a lot on their plate.

Reality benefits from the occasional jolt.

You're not going to, like, I don't know,

spark a war or anything are you?

You dislike violence?

Wheels within wheels, lad.

Just you wait and see.

Deus Ex Machina, lord of space and time.

That thing we call "The Universe?" That's his baby.

Again with the diary?

How does a kid like you have that much to write about?

Uh. Well.

I mean, it's not like I'm writing a memoir or anything.

I just like to jot down the when and where of things, you know?

Things like the fact that you're lousing up my bed.

So jot this down.

Wow, Murmur, way to be mature.

Way to not have your entries be all random.

That's the whole point.

If I tried to organize them, there'd be too much of me

in this thing for it to be objective.

Kay.

Besides, it's not as if I'd have much to say otherwise.

My phone is my whole world.

That and this place.

Are you lonely?

Not really.

Given the opportunity to reinvent yourself,

however, what would you do?

Suppose I bestow upon you the ability to foresee the future?

Who's texting me?

Consider it my gift to you.

From my own phone?

Out with it.

What are you cooking up now?

A diversion of sorts.

Whatever you say, old man.

I can always pinch myself.

Oh, give me a break!

Somebody, get down here and open this door right now!

Oh god, not like this.

Please I'm not ready.

What's this all about?

"April twenty-second, 6:59 a.m.

Scored a double bull's-eye doing my morning routine."

"7:05 a.m., home.

The news ran a thing about the serial killer again.

Another woman was murdered.

They think the guy took a shortcut

through our school to shake the cops."

Wait...

Did I sleep-text?

And how are all these from today?

Whatever.

Whoa, dude!

Nice!

In other news...

The body of a young woman,

thought to be the latest victim in a string of

serial killings that began several months ago,

was found brutally stabbed not far from

a school in the Sakurami district.

The special task force appointed to

bring the killer to justice maintains

that this latest murder fits the

perpetrator's so-called escalating profile.

Another one, huh?

The killer is thought to have fled capture in this instance by

using the nearby school as a shortcut,

suggesting a familiarity with the building...

How could I?

No.

Just a freaky coincidence, that's all.

Has to be.

This is unusual.

I ran into Kousaka and Shiraishi on my way to school.

Slow down, man!

Hey!

My bad, I figured you were way ahead of me.

Okay, that's freaky.

I never see these guys here!

They're on the track team.

They should be at practice!

This is really starting to weird me out.

April twenty-second, 9:30 am.

School, class 2-B.

Pop quiz in math.

This can't be a coincidence.

Wait a second.

I've got the answers?

Are they correct?

Yo, dude.

You like ace the test or what?

Well, I don't know about that.

It's not like I can compete with you right?

Why you got to be such a little suck-up?

12:32 p.m.

Classroom.

Kousaka gives me a hard time at lunch again.

2:05 p.m.

Home Ec class.

Satonaka cuts her hand and has to go to the nurse.

Okay, this is insane.

"4:12pm, walking home.

Ran into a couple of detectives doing a sweep around the school.

They're on the serial killer case."

Can my phone see?

Quite so.

I have an inkling you'll find prognostication very handy.

This is impossible!

You're a figment of my imagination,

how does that translate into knowing what my future is?

I mean, you...

I thought you up and I don't know what's coming next!

Do you believe imagination and reality to be

mutually exclusive habitats for an entity of my stature?

He's a god. He lives where he wants.

And beware the boon of a god.

Yours in particular comes at a price.

A diary of this kind and its user are as one.

Should your phone come to ruin, so shall the

march of days it serves as a privileged window upon.

Your life will be forfeit.

A Future Diary.

Everything I've seen.

No.

Everything I'm going to see is already here.

Recorded for posterity.

Every little detail about what my day has in store.

I'm telling ya, man.

His head's swollen up like a damn balloon.

How does a geek go from walking with his eyes glued to

his shoes to prancing around like he

owns the place all of a sudden?

Where's a loser like him get off acting like a big shot?

Dude's got a hard wakeup call coming his way.

What the hell?

I don't know, man.

This is the way he takes.

He should be here.

2:12 p.m., outside.

Jocks waiting behind the school.

Thought they'd teach me a lesson by ambushing me between classes.

They told me that's what I get for being a poser.

Jerks.

More like dumbasses!

This is awesome!

Keep this puppy in good shape and

I've basically got a cheat sheet for, like, everything!

I completely and totally win at life!

The trail's getting hot.

Uh, Mr. Hiyama?

No offense or nothing, but number three is bunk.

We never covered this stuff.