AN: Sorry it's so short! Wrote while listening to T.A.T.U. and T.M. Revolution. Please, if my Japanese needs correcting, inform me. I'm still learning so help is appreciated!
Daisuke Niiwa grumbled slightly, would-be clingy leather hanging loosely about his person in select areas and bits and pieces of chain and other accessories littering his costume as he returned home after his night of thieving, retrieving for the steadily increasing Niiwa collection the "Koi no yume;" a painting that portrayed a statue and a young man amidst a massive courtyard in a night setting. It didn't look very big, but it sure was pretty heavy. Well, for Daisuke anyway. The weight slowed him down as he struggled amongst rooftops to his own home this summer evening. Every now and then he'd stumble and straggle to catch his balance while Dark would warn him about it for the next time. Funny, he thought Dark was sleeping.
After a rather "ordinary" night, exhausted and rather embarrassed about how heavy the painting was for him to carry, Daisuke made it into his bedroom safely after a quick shower, and a not so quick conversation with his slightly eccentric family and "maid". It wasn't so easy to convince his mother he was perfectly fine once she saw the few scratches he had collected struggling amongst his retreat, to embarrassed to admit to how exactly he had managed to get them. After much complaining and yawning on his part, Emiko finally gave in and let her boy rest. Resting in his own warm and comfortable bed, With snoring peacefully on top of him, Daisuke let his mind wander until he was peacefully sleeping and Dark's words weren't heard.
It wasn't long before Dark allowed himself to sit close to Daisuke's resting form, separating from his other as he had done on some other occasions. This new "master" was different from the others, he always knew it, he carefully and lovingly petted the unruly mass of red hair, there was always this…feeling he got from Daisuke, where he wasn't afraid to "be himself" around him, or tease him. It was a feeling he never wanted to loose, something other than DNA that bound the two to each other. Soft purple eyes watching the younger teen as he slept, Dark quietly allowed himself to relax, unafraid of who may come now. No, he would eventually have to tell him anyway, right? It was only a matter of time before it was let out, Krad would eventually discover this "weakness" and use it against them, right? Perhaps…the time would come in the morning. But for now, the two slept peacefully, together.