DISCLAIMER: I'm only borrowing Dark Mousy fer a little bit. I neither own him nor D.N.Angel.
Just a short oneshot on the Dark situation. Poor guy.
Tell me whatcha think.
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By Libris
Dark is aware that Daisuke wasn't the first.
He is also aware that for all his hitting on women, for Riku and Risa, that Daiki wasn't the first either - and that is kind of a sick thought.
There was only one thing Dark has wanted more than his own body. It's the biggest difference between himself and Krad, and as sick as Dark is, it's hard not to cherish - that there is a difference. And that even though Krad wanted a body, the bastard was only interested in it if he could break the occupants mind into letting him obtain it.
Dark doesn't think he's quite as sick as Krad, but he's sure he's getting close.
Thinking of Krad leads to Satoshi - a stoic glacier breaking under it's own weight. But somewhere between fighting him and getting annoyed at the humorless kid, Dark found himself sympathizing. They're more alike than the kid knows - even if Satoshi is more innocent and fragile than he cares to admit, and (Dark winces at this part) he'll never reach the depravity of the Phantom Thief.
Dark has been called many things by a wide variety of peoples - hosts and injured hearts mostly, and quite a few policemen with surprisingly creative tongues. 'Gay' has been one of them, and 'Sick bastard' also applies, but he's quite sure how the original speakers intended either had nothing to do with underage males with bright shocks of red hair.
If Daiki or Daisuke had been the first, Dark wonders if he would still think himself as sick.
And he supposes it makes a kind of twisted sense. Lounging around in the back of someone's head all day let's you in on all kinds of secrets other people weren't supposed to know, lets you see all kinds of small, human things people do. Dark has memorized Daisuke's pattern in the morning, he knows that the boy will only drink tea if has sugar in it, and that he'll never say it, but he wants to paint professionally. And Dark has caught plenty of the stray, half-formed, awkward thoughts of a teenager raging with hormones.
When you spend that much time with a person, when they are all you ever see, the attraction to them is inevitable.
But Dark still knows he's sick.
Daisuke is smiling and talking to Riku, who laughs in the unabashed way of the completely in love.
And the Phantom Thief knows doesn't deserve what he has.