His head cradled within his arms as it laid atop of the table, Daisuke felt like he had had the most eventful night of his entire life.

After his attempts at trying to sleep over the Boss' house failed, Daisuke had not relented; he had stayed directly outside of Naoto's house until the night came and shoved the sun out of its sky. Disappointed that there was no change in all of that time, the Japanese boy had walked home in shame, but he knew that Miss Ottavio would have been frustrated that he would return at such a late hour. And so, began the game of cat and mouse in this boy's mind.

Hugging the outer wall, Daisuke's squinted eyes scanned the vacant street as they looked to the front doorway of his house, seeing that the coast was clear. He grunted and, with his back hunched and his body partially crouched, he slipped through the gate and onto his yard. He looked to his left and right, stopping at the entrance and wrapping his sweaty hand around the knob. He slowly twisted it until the door clicked open, and he inched inside.

[i]Ah.[/i]
His house creaked silently with the night as his eyes quickly adjusted to the very dim light. Kneeling beside one of the remaining crates that contained some piece of furniture, he began to think of a complicated and strategic method of reaching his room without being discovered by Miss Ottavio.

After five or so minutes, Daisuke concluded that he was prepared to initiate Operation Rolling Pineapple, the sheer cleverness and awesomely uncompromising plan with a 100% completion rating. He intended to put full use into the highly-prestigious military roll maneuver to reach his destination of the staircase, to which he would begin crawling up the steps like a Jesus Christ Lizard traveling atop of a body of water. But first, there was one factor that prevented him from executing this successfully; his shoes. He had come to the conclusion that his shoes would indeed be a detrimental factor towards the succession of Operation Rolling Pineapple, and so, he had to remove them.

Daisuke bent over slightly to begin untying his shoes, removing his left one first and setting it to the side where he usually kept them. He then moved on to the last one, and just as he removed his foot from it, his knee buckled painfully and his body was sent forward. [i]Crap, it starts now![/i] He nearly landed flat onto his face before his arms had come up just quick enough for him to regain control of his body and managed to preform the roll successfully, stabilizing himself at the middle of his living room.

In his mind, the theme song of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XAYhNHhxN0A]Mission Impossible[/url] began to play, and a sly grin painted across his face. [i]It's showtime,[/i] Daisuke thought as his grin was replaced by a stone-cold expression of confidence, and he began to stealthily make his way to the stairway.

Though it took almost half an hour of first rolling to the kitchen to grab a pudding cup and rolling back to the staircase, Daisuke now stood at the base of the stairs, a spoon of chocolate in his mouth. Just as he lifted his right foot to take the first step, however, was when a shadow emerged from behind him, a voice scaring the Japanese out of Daisuke.

[b]"Daisuke,"[/b] Miss Ottavio spoke into his ear, sighing. [b]"I've been watching you roll around from the couch the entire time. What the hell are you-"[/b]

[b]"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPIST-"[/b] Daisuke screamed from the top of his lungs as the spoon fell from his mouth and his hand fiercely crushed the pudding cup in its grasp, splattering chocolate over his hand and to the ground. He dropped it as his arms flailed in the air and he sprinted out of the house, running down the street as he continued to cry out for an adult.

On that morning, Daisuke somehow found himself lying behind a bush in Naoto's yard, with a chocolate stain across his shirt and on his left sock. And so, there the boy was, now inside the Boss' house, his head dug deep into his arms sprawled across the tabletop. Just as the exhausted Daisuke prepared to fall asleep, the scary woman announced that she would be taking them to his yard where they would begin [i]training.[/i]

[b]"Ughhh. Whyyyy-"[/b] Daisuke whined, his eyes wide and bloodshot from the restless night. He blinked rapidly at the cup of tea in front of him, completely zoned out as he watched the small waves across the surface of the liquid.