Disclaimer: The characters within this story all belong to Yukiru Sugisaki-san.
Warnings: Clean.
Summary: Satoshi wishes he could stop time.
Completed: February 15, 2010
To Stop Time
by: Kagome-reincarnation
Satoshi has always wished to create. He's wanted to stop time over and over again, if only to stop dealing with it – if only to preserve his happier memories when his adoptive father loved him or when his mother, Rio, was still alive. There are many memories that Satoshi wishes to keep.
Admittedly, he's recently decided that now would be the best time. Now, when he's able to get along with the Niwa boy whom his father has ordered him to observe and attack. Now, when he's able to experience a normal child's schooling experience when things are so busy that he sometimes even forgets about Krad who lingers in the back of his mind. Now, when he doesn't have to worry about collapsing each time Krad appears because he knows his parasite's wings will devour his life. Now, when Daisuke and the others are having fun – when Daisuke wants him to have fun.
And Satoshi wishes and wishes, but never speaks a word lest his adoptive father learn of it and uses it against him, or in case Krad latches onto the idea and tries to distort it into something harmful.
The only problem, Satoshi reflects, would be the fact that no one would be able to continue. He would no longer hear laughter in the halls of school or see the many projects students so often work on. He would no longer see artworks being put up to give the school color or the chaotic mess that is his class when Takeshi gets another crazy idea. He would no longer run across Daisuke or Dark and he'd never be able to be as close to them as he can be when he's the commissioner and Daisuke's the phantom thief.
There are, the host decides, too many problems. And he hears from within his mind the sound of Krad stirring, sadistic and cold, suggesting that he eliminate the problems one by lethal one. He shakes his head and demands his parasite give him silence so he can simply meditate.
He's not doing anything of importance right now. He's only staring at a blank canvas, a set of paints and brushes have been set up beside it. He hates the fact that he can't create because he can't make anything to help him – to help anyone, really. He wonders if it's a good thing – his ancestors, after all, had created many a harmful thing along with the few good.
Daisuke's face pops into his head and Satoshi can't help but give a quiet chuckle. Daisuke loves to paint and he's good at it, a complete swap from the usual Hikari and Niwa lines. It's normally the Hikaris that create and the Niwas that imitate – or, in Dark's case, steal – but here it's been reversed and it's Satoshi watching Daisuke paint during classes, unable to create something beautiful himself.
He stares at the painting set he bought once on a whim and hates it for existing – for taunting him. Clouds shift and the sun is revealed, light filtering through the blinds and window to further emphasize the blank canvas before him.
Satoshi sighs before picking up the phone and pressing a few keys.
"Hello, this is Hiwatari – is Daisuke, there?"