Dark sat in his car, staring at the red light with half-open eyes. Yes, he was glaring at it.
His fingers drummed along the steering wheel, and he resisted the urge to mumble under his breath, unmentionable words of anger to the inatimate object.
"Come on.... come onnnnn...." Daisuke Niwa, his younger brother groaned, while sipping on an extra thick milkshake. (that Dark had to stop to get.... otherwise, Daisuke would have went back to their mother and complained about how bad of a brother Dark was... Dark didn't want to have to go through that again.)
Dark looked at Daisuke from the corner of his eye, gritting his teeth as he fought back a new urge. The urge to yell at his little brother for being such a pain in the--
No. Dark wouldn't go there.
"I hate red lights. What's the point in them?" Daisuke was looking at his brother now, red eyes innocent in the noon sun. Dark's lip twitched.... it was as if the little boy was boring holes into his cheek.
'Calm down Dark... He's only ten, don't yell at him, cause he doesn't know a damn thing.'
"Big brother.... Biiiiiiiiig brotherrrrrrr?" Daisuke sang, as he reached over to poke Dark in the side.
Dark looked over completely now, trying to dodge the little finger that was making its way towards him, "Daisuke! Don't poke m-"
Suddenly, Dark felt something cold seeping down his thigh and in between his legs. He swallowed hard, seeing the way that Daisuke's face changed into a regretful expression. The little redhead gasped loudly, his face turning at least four shades of red (Dark counted), before the crystal tears started to fall... and Daisuke... was crying...
Dark's eyes followed a light brown trail of liquid to the spot on his thigh, and then down between his legs. There was a puddle, a chocolate puddle, on Dark's brand new seat, of his brand new car... that he just bought two weeks ago.
Daisuke wiped his eyes frantically, sputtering out apologies to the older Niwa boy, while waving (the not-so-empty) the milkshake cup around with his little arms.
The Hiwatari house was less crowded than usual, and for the tenth time in two seconds, Dark rang the door bell. Daisuke stood next to Dark, still crying, while holding a brand new milkshake and a happy meal that he would later eat after he quit crying.
Eventually, after another round of door bell ringing, Dark heard footsteps inside the Hiwatari household. The door opened seconds later, a half-asleep Krad standing at the door, with a glass of water in his hand.
"Please tell me you have extra pants..."
Krad sat next to Dark, handing him a glass of cold water to drink. Dark took it with a thanks, and then continued to watch as Daisuke played with Krad's thirteen-year-old little brother, Satoshi Hiwatari.
The blonde male smirked, "So... what happened to your pants?"
"Daisuke happened."
"Really, interesting. And i see you bought him the usual milksh-"
Dark covered Krad's mouth (unexpectedly) with his right hand. His crimson eyes lingered over to him and he frowned, "Don't say that word."
Krad's eyes became curious and he pulled away Dark's hand, "Can I at least asky why?"
"Let's just say that there is a strict policy on having food and drinks in my car."
Krad laughed and looked at the little redhead, who was now hugging Satoshi by the neck, as Satoshi attempted to shove him away.
"But you gotta love the little kid."
Dark chuckled too, "You always have something sappy to say, don't you?"
"What's your point, Dark?"
He brushed a hand through Krad's hair and then mopved closer to kiss the pale man's cheek. "I love it."
Krad blushed a pink color then, and captured Dark's chin in both hands. He lifted Dark into a meaningful kiss, turning their lips together a few times before pulling away, "I love you."