Author's Raaaaaamblings: So, this is the first chapter to my very first fanfic EVER, so if you review, which I really hope you do, keep that in mind, love. OK, I hope you enjoy, this chapter is mostly getting a feel for the character's details, but I hope you still enjoy. ;
Rain tapped onto the window...
"Another day, another day Risa goes on without returning this hopeless love..."
A young man with Red hair and amber eyes mutters to himself as he gazes out into the town he had called home for fourteen years. His right hand lay flat on the window, which curtains had been drawn to the side, while his left rested on his lap. The young man's name was Daisuke Niwa. Daisuke was a clumsy and shy child, with a kind nature. Sadly, that was not how he wanted to be viewed. He didn't want to be known as a 'cute' boy, he wanted to be cool or suave. He had also set his sights on a certain somebody, but as you would expect, rejection was no stranger to our poor protagonist.
'OH GOD, it's 'cause you're not assertive enough! You have to go for 'em, tiger.'
Daisuke pretends not to hear the legendary Phantom Thief Dark's remark. Dark was a name that everybody for miles and miles would recognize. While Daisuke is just considered 'cute' Dark is, in essence, what Dai would kill to be. Dark is the conventional 'tall, dark, and handsome' character, with smooth purple hair and masculine physique. Dai had wanted to get attention from the ladies, but Dark has all of their attention. Dark had the looks that could kill.
The Niwa family had a certain special something in their male's DNA. From generation to generation, when a Niwa male reached their fourteenth birthday, a little something happened to them. In a way, Dark was a bit of an heir loom, to be passed down from father to son. The Niwa family was 'cursed' to have to go through the ordeal of transforming into the Phantom Thief Dark. But it was not at all without reason. See, there was a family, the Hikari family, that owned numerous amounts of pieces of artwork.. These pieces of art are quite special, because within each piece is a soul. Dark's job is to, more or less, steal pieces of the Hikari's artwork that's souls are causing havoc.
"Oh, Daaaaaaisuk- Oh, there you are. I've been looking all over for you! Well, dinners ready, let's head downstairs, shall we?"
"Oh, sure thing mom, I'll be down in just a minute."
In the window he could see the reflection of his mother with her short light brown hair and white apron turning around and walking down the hall. He took a moment, a moment just to stare into that window.
"Kyuuuu!" Daisuke's pet 'rabbit', With, who was also Dark's familiar for hundreds of years, was eager for Daisuke to bring him downstairs for some dinner.
"Alright, alright, let's head downstairs."
And with that, Daisuke headed downstairs to eat the dinner his mother had prepared for him, like everyday before.
After dinner, Daisuke slipped into a warm bath, he needed to contemplate. He needed to go over a few minor things. He had to go over his feelings. Of course it was difficult, considering he wouldn't be able to actually contemplate all to himself…
"Daisuke, why is it so hard for you to just stop being clumsy and get things straight. If you had just not messed up that day….Oh, that day still brings back the worst of memories. I remember so clearly the words that Miss Harada had spoken. You're such a good friend. A friend. I wonder if that is all I will ever be."
Daisuke was deep in thought, but Dark had heard enough of Daisuke's whiney 'contemplating' and found it was the perfect time to crack a question he had wanted to ask for quite a while now.
'So Daisuke, when are you going for it with her?'
"Well, there's this pool part, and It think she might be there? Maybe I can talk to Miss Harada then?"
Wait, you mean you were invited! To a party! You! Daisuke? At a social event! At a social event with members of the opposite sex!
Dasiuke got out of the warm bath water at this time and started to dry himself off with a towel.
"Yes. Why does this come as a surprise to you?"
Well, I'm not saying anything buuuuuut...
"Oh, shut up..."
After Daisuke was all dried and clothed he hopped into bed, With at his side, and fell into a slumber. There were still a few thoughts on his mind. Today was Friday and that pool party was on Sunday. What was he going to say to her?
"Hey Risa, ummm, I kinda really like you? That is most definitely not going to work with this girl. She claims that she had wanted a man. A man that was totally 'hot'. Oh, God I have so much to work on if I plan to even mutter hello to Miss Harada. This is so hard. My feelings for Risa has cost me so much. So many nights spent like this one. Worrying myself to sleep, hoping that the next day she might magically see me more than a friend. She's cost me so many tears, too. On top of all that, I can never get my mind off of her. It's all the time she keeps running through my head."
'Then try this one: 'Do you get tired? Because you keep running through my head.'
"Oh, God, that's the cheesiest crap I could say. This girl's really high-maintenance, I think a crappy pick up line like that will just go in one of her precious ears and flow on through the next. Unless, of course, you are the master of suave, Dark, I have an idea. See, the party's on Sunday, right?"
'I'm following ya…'
"Can you teach me to be cool like you! Please, oh please, I'll do anything you could possibly want!"
'Well, there's nothing better for me to do, anyway'
"Oh thank you soooo much, Dark!"
'Eh, don't mention it.'
