"Riku, can we talk?" Daisuke screams as he stumbles down the hall with books falling out of his book bag and Wiz falling quietly asleep on his shoulder. "Riku, please!" But Riku's not listening—No, she's stomping away from her boyfriend, mad as hell. Her face is scrunched up in anger, so contorted that her beautiful face doesn't even match her twin sister's.
"Go away!" Riku cries. Clear liquid pricks her eyes and a sob is emitted out of her mouth, but she keeps walking, stomping, running, sprinting, anything away from Daisuke. Satoshi's ears perk up with interest. Any trouble in Daisuke's calm—well, sorta—like is always news to the Commander. Personal or public, the commander needs—no wants to know.
"Riku, I can explain! My mom—!" Daisuke falls short, and Satoshi knows why. Dark attacked the museum last night, took yet another priceless sculpture. And even though he murdered Dark in his mind last night, he smiles with satisfaction that Daisuke's life is going in torment because of Dark's rendezvous last night. But another feeling—a feeling so foreign he cannot comprehend the actual balance of the feeling. And that troubles him a great deal. He feels like his heart has sprung and is high in his throat because of this little dispute that is happening right this very moment.
"Your mom, what? She doesn't like me—is that why you stood me up? I almost got—The pervert almost got me! And I stood there for an hour and a half, waiting for you! God, Daisuke, am I not that important to you?" And not waiting to hear Daisuke's answer, she flocks out, bumping into numerous people including Satoshi.
Satoshi knows what happened even without being filled in. Daisuke and Dark's life is his life. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day, they're being watched. Careful research and spying provide him with all the information he needs . . . or wants. He knows Daisuke's favorite book, Daisuke's favorite pocky, Daisuke's favorite girl, Daisuke, Daisuke, Daisuke, DaisukeDaisukeDaisuke.
It bothers him that he might be obsessing over Daisuke too much, but he tells himself that it is only because Daisuke is Dark. Dark is Daisuke, They are each other. They are one.
No, they are not.
"You are important to me. Very. I love you so much," Daisuke cries to no one.
Somehow, for some reason he cannot fathom, Satoshi's heart falls.
Hard.