Prologue of a very smutty story. xD Enjoy the Takeshi-ness.
Tonight at 9:00, I will be stealing the Kami no Yami.
Dark
Takeshi reread the note for the tenth time. Nine O'clock. So any minute now his father would be scrambling out the door, yelling about not to wait up for dinner. Little did he know, dinner would not be cooked tonight. Thus making "waiting up" unnecessary.
This benefited both of them.
The reporter peeked outside his room, and just as he predicted, Detective Saehara was bustling about, screaming about being late, and rushed out the door.
Perfect.
With all liable obstacles out of the way, Takeshi returned to his room, grabbed his camera and back pack, and sneaked out his window. His father had banned him from spying on the Dark Case. Obviously, there was something to hide. And Takeshi had every bit of mind to find out what.
… ...
Takeshi settled himself inside a crammed corner beside the item to be stolen. His goal tonight: discover the precious secret and/or have an interview with Dark. The later held his grade for his journalist class and the next article he was to write, though when did he ever care about punctuality? His ultimate goal: Discover something worth something.
… …
Dark soared above the museum waiting to be plundered. Daisuke continued ranting about being careful, the usual precautious lecture. He definitely took after Emiko. Though Emiko's mothering skills could not be used to coddle Krad into compliance, thus the Phantom Thief always controlled the missions.
Silently flying through a window closest the object of interest, Dark was 'surprised' to find no one other than the infamous Commander Hiwatari waiting in a far corner. Just a shadow to the world and his mind.
"Commander." Dark acknowledged. Though the said teen appeared from the doorway, not the corner that he addressed. Shrugging it off, the Phantom Thief scooted closer to the concerned mirror.
Satoshi sneered at the curse, "Welcome, Dark. You're quite prompt when it comes to stealing."
Dark assumed a hurt expression, "I never make a lady wait either. I've never once been late for one of these dates."
"So you are equating a woman to me." Hiwatari scoffed, shaking his head, subtly sidling near Dark.
"Well, you were pretty convincing that time…" The thief reminisced, "And Dai thinks you're as pretty as a girl. Just don't tell him I told you."
Inside, Daisuke was shrieking. He hated sharing a body and mind.
The thief suddenly made a move for the Kami no Yami, catching the commander off guard. Dark clutched at the mirror hastily, ignoring his tamer's warnings. A bright light flashed, blinding everything within sight.
"N-Niwa?" Satoshi's voice rose above the passing calamity.
"H-Hiwatari? Wh… What happened?" Daisuke asked. Dark no longer controlled his body, leaving Daisuke at the scene of a crime.
"The mirror." The commander responded, "The magical properties prevent any other type of magic to contort it. Dark was only shocked, like a slap on the hand."
"O-oh…Dark's going to be made when he wakes up. This is the first time he's failed at stealing something."
"He can deal. I'll see you tomorrow at school, Niwa." Hiwatari exited the room, knowing that Daisuke wouldn't dare steal the object now.
"Yea… see you…"
… …
Takeshi couldn't believe his eyes. Dark was Daisuke? Daisuke was Dark?
A sly smirk grew on his face. This was exactly the kind of material he wanted. The kind of material easily distributed and manipulated.
I smell smut