#logicalprefect

Did he take it from your husband mrs.Naegi

It was right after he finished presenting a speech to the public. This was a regular for him, and it was on a routine where he would give a speech and have three weeks to plan another one regarding the economy and how he can fix it. The people of Japan honored his works very much, but they had no clue about his life; only that he was the Prime Minister and he made presentations on a regular. 

"Well aren't you just a dear?" She put a hand to her face.

"I'm going to take it that you're a friend of my son? Makoto Naegi?"

She noticed that some of Naegi's friends were coming over, or was he over for a different reason?

Another day goes by, and nothing much has changed except for the drastic drop of followers on his Animal Breeding blog. Gundam didn't seem a bit frustrated at this, however, he took it very calmly before he stood up from his desk chair, took his Dark Gods from their little play area around his rocking chair, and dashed out the door. "We must evacuate from this foul world of human souls, my Dark Gods! If one were to find out of this downfall, every dream would be ruined! My title would be destroyed!" Throwing a finger up in the air, he continued to run from his apartment down to the open areas of the street, shouting oblivious curses, before returning to a calmer state as he watched the apartment building vanish behind him in a blast of dark energy. "Maybe that was not necessary... But it was only for the protection of mankind!" Although the Dark Gods didn't seem too supportive of his decision, they still managed to give a little chant from inside his scarf. He laughed triumphantly before continuing on his way to the pet store, where hopefully, more people would visit after his curse he placed on citizens a few weeks ago. 

To his dismay, not many were there, aside from... a strange couple. A man in a uniform standing next to a taller one in  biker gang attire. They were looking at puppies: Gundam's eternal gratefulness. Although it may not have seemed he was the type for such young, innocent creatures, he slowly approached them, standing next to the fancily dressed figure. He couldn't help but note that his eyes were... red. Like, legitimately red. The red you see when you prick your finger to draw blood, or the swelling of a zit on your face (maybe not that vibrant). Was he possessed? Was the taller man next to him a demon tamer? These thoughts whirred through the Demon Lord's head before he finally managed to fold his arms and stare at the puppies with a death glare; however, those puppies were yipping gleefully at Tanaka's presence. He reached his hands forward to pet the puppies in their cages and payed no attention to the fact that the couple could be staring at him wide eyed. 

Another day of boredom for Ishida. He was sitting alone at his place, trashing the cupboards and eating chips on top of chips continuously, a bit concerned over how much weight he was gaining by this, but shoved that thought out the window. It's not like that headstrong hall monitor was coming over any time soon; he could throw a party here if he wanted to. 

Walking up to the fridge and getting out his fifth can of 'Cherry Coke', he plopped back down on the couch and simply stared at the television screen that never got reception, and soon fell asleep in that position; his head dropping down low enough for the flames from his eyes to touch the can and melt into it. As that melted in his hand, he woke up from the strange bubbling liquid in his hand, which was the material of the can mixing with the soda. Throwing it down on the floor, he shot up and went for the sink, upon hearing a knock at the door.

"Hold on! I got a situation here!" 

He shouted, furiously washing his hands to the point where he was almost out of hand soap. Another knock.

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