What did I do to the Devil?

It's been weeks since Eiichi, Park Daisuke and I went out for drinks (that is putting it lightly.) And ever since then, the baby-faced devil had been acting a bit off. Well, he didn't get nicer or anything (if you were wondering), just very fidgety, dismissive, and he always stares at his phone when I'm around. He also started a weird trend of nitpicking everything I do. He complains about my dressing, my work ethic, my designs. Even though I follow his instructions, he just turns around and then complains that I have no mind of my own. It's been hot and cold and extra fiery with him these past weeks; Park Daisuke has taken his judgmentalism to a whole new level.

But the weirdest thing he has been doing is he... Buys. Me. Lunch. Every. Damn. Day. I know I should feel fortunate since it's always some new fancy restaurant he orders from, but the downside is that it's always something insanely healthy, and when I try to pick what I want, he dismisses me. I'm the one who is eating it, why can't I decide on what I want to eat? It's gotten so bad, I save the salads, quinoas and tasteless squash he buys only to sneak out to eat fries and burgers with Eiichi.

"I feel dirty." Eiichi dropped his burger and wiped his mouth like a kid.

"Why?" He reached over to steal a fry, but I swatted his hand away.

"Park Daisuke buys me lunch every day, and I pretend to eat it, only to sneak out to eat junk food with you." He tilted his head and just stared at me. Then he rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.

"If you eat faster, he would never find out." He snatched up my fries. "Here let me help you, open wide" Eiichi stretched out a fry towards my mouth, but I frowned in disapproval.

"I'm not a kid, I can feed myself." He rolled his eyes and passed back the box of fries to me. What adult wants to be fed fries like a kid? "But buying me lunch every day, what's gotten into him? It's kind of weird, don't you think?"

"Yeah... weird." Eiichi poked his burger uninterested.

"Does it maybe have anything to do with that night, he mentioned something, but he was really cryptic." I fisted my hair loosely. "Did I do something that night?" I turned to Eiichi, he was pouring a squirmish amount of mustard unto his burger. "That's gross." I stuck out my tongue, disgusted.

"This conversation is gross. You've been complaining about the same thing for the past week." He dropped the mustard only to pick up the ketchup.

"I'm not complaining, I'm just trying to figure out what is going on. What's up with you?" I reached for the ketchup in his hand, but he pulled it away quickly, and some splashed on my shirt. "Are you kidding me?" Eiichi covered his face with his palms and groaned while I reached to get a napkin.

"Do we always have to talk about Daisuke? Was that night that important?" He peeked through his fingers to stare at me.

"Well I don't know what happened, my devil manager is buying me lunch every day, and for some reason, you've been acting just as weird. So excuse me for wondering what is going on." The more I dabbed the ketchup, the worse the stain got.

"Why don't you just ask him, if you care so much," Eiichi responded curtly, then he folded his arms. I tossed the napkin down at the table and reached for my wallet.

"Sure, I will. Thanks for ruining the only shirt Park Daisuke doesn't shit on." He raised his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Park Daisuke, Park Daisuke, Park Daisuke. Cha-cha at this point it's an obsession." He rose up with a giant frown across his face. How had the conversation even escalated to this?

"Everything's an obsession with you. Why are both of you keeping this from me? Why are you hiding what happened from me? What did I do that's making you guys act weirder than usual?" I could hear my voice get louder and louder, but at this point, I had enough of the entire situation. My manager had become extra critical but started buying me lunch, and Eiichi had been dismissive and moody every time. "Sorry, forget it. I'm leaving." I dropped some cash on the table and turned around to the door.

"J.o...na." Eiichi grabbed my wrist and muttered something.

"What did you say?" I pulled away from him.

"We read your journal. Happy?" My vision went red.

"I am going to kill you. Both of you." Eiichi backed away and ran for the door.

"Listen to me. It's not like we wanted to." But I wasn't going to listen, I picked up one of the seats and hurled it at him. My journal, that's private. How could they read my journal…

Both of them had to die. They had seen too much. "I'll kill you, then that devil face, then I'll commit seppuku." I picked up another chair.

"You read it to us, you crazy woman!" Eiichi ran behind a couple who were just as scared.

"You lying bastard, why would I read my journal to you guys. I'm going to kill all of us." my journal contained all my personal thoughts, angry thoughts, n...naughty thoughts. Everything I had ever felt I had written it in my journal. "How many months?" I lifted the stool higher ready to toss it at both him and the couple.

"What?" He responded from behind the pleading two.

"How many fucking months did you read?" I raised it even higher, I think the lady passed out.

"A few months, a few months!"

"Be specific or you're a dead man."

"From the interview, dammit. Please, I'm going to pee myself if you don't put that down." He held unto the man who was holding unto his wife as a shield. I dropped the stool. They had read everything. If they read from the interview, they had read everything. My life was over, I'm going to commit suicide, that's the only way. I can't live in a world where Park Daisuke and Eiichi have read my journal. "Cha-cha it's really not a big deal, we barely understood anything with your slurring and all." I turned to look up at him hopeful.

"Really?" He coughed and stepped back again. This bastard was lying.

"But then we just read it after you slept off." He turned to look for the couple to use as a shield. And my vision went red again.

"Hey! HEY! Cha-cha, stop it. Not the mailbox. Don't toss it at me. Stahp it!"