Disclosure: I don't own anything but the plot

Random Junk: Two people who will never show up in my story: Risa and Riku. I hate them both, so they will not appear. This story is told mostly from Satoshi's point of view. I have to throw /some/ Daisuke stuff in. The story would stop after the first chapter if I didn't. Not giving anything away -shifty eyes-

#Krad talking to Sato#

:Sato talking to Krad:

Satoshi glanced at the clock and cracked his knuckles in anticipation. The room was dark, except for a single moonbeam which lay across the stony floor and up the feeble statue in the center of the room. Satoshi shivered unconsciously; it was November and the temperature had started to drop. The statue was a rare art piece, created at least one hundred years ago by the Hikari family. It featured a male figure, arms outstretched to the heavens with a pained look upon his face.

The clock ticked quietly in the corner. Slowly, or so it seemed, midnight rang out from the depths of the clock. Satoshi let his eyes close and listened carefully for any sound that might betray the Phantom Thief's presence. There was a rustling of fabric; Sato's eyes bolted open in time to spot Dark stealthily grab the statue.

Lunging foreward, Sato tackled Dark to the ground, slamming hand cuffs around Dark's wrists. Sato peered into the violet eyes of his captive, meeting their dark coldness with his icy stare. This night was not the night he would capture Dark, though, and Satoshi could feel the shackle jiggling around. Within moments, the constraints had clattered off. Holding on as tightly as he could, Satoshi rolled to the side as Dark pushed off. Wings burst from Dark's back and Dark flew out the window; Satoshi doggedly held onto his foot.

The view beneath was enough to make his stomach turn; Dark was tossing and diving in attempt to shake Satoshi free. As if answering Dark's unspoken plea, rain clouds gathered in the air and released a bout of freezing cold rain drops. Sato felt his fingers slipping and his eyes were blearily looking at the ground, hoping that when he fell, he hit something soft.

Dark started singing softly, his mocking tone dancing around Satoshi's ears, "This little piggy went to the market, this little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none. And this little piggy went wee wee wee all the way home." On Dark's last word, Satoshi looked below him; they were flying over an elementary school. He lost his grip and tumbled downwards. His eyes closed; his body tensed for the impact. As he fell, he imagined the headlines the next day, "Boy Impaled on Jungle Gym"

The impact never came. He looked up into violet eyes for the second time that evening. This time the eyes were softer, more magenta then purple. Satoshi's feet skimmed the ground as Dark set him down. Dark smirked and flew off. Kicking the wet sand in the school's playground, Satoshi cursed Dark. Meanwhile, thoughts of those magenta eyes puzzled him. Was Daisuke able to control Dark? Would Dark have let him die? He stored these thoughts away for another time.

There wasn't much else he could do. Satoshi grimaced as he tried to ring out his soaking clothing, but it was fairly futile since the rain was still falling. He left the school yard and entered the parking lot. Snatching his glasses from his face, Sato rubbed them on his wet shirt, which only caused the lenses to smear. Squinting up at a street sign, he noted where he was and set off at a brisk walk. The night air was cool and the rain slowed to a dribble. Sato's pace soon slowed to a more relaxed pace. In the silence of the night, Sato easily heard the patter of another person walking behind him. Not feeling a malevolent presence, Sato did not speed up again. If the person wanted to be seen, he wouldn't be walking roughly five feet behind him.

"Hiwatari-kun!"

Satoshi paused, letting his emotionless mask slide down over his face. "Niwa..." Didn't you torture me enough with that fall? "Why were you following me?"

"I wanted to apologize for Dark. He shouldn't have let you fall like that."

Satoshi's eyes flashed in the dark, "Why should you care?"

"You're my friend."

Satoshi felt his heart twinge, but made sure not to let it show in any way, "I don't have friends." He picked his pace up and turned a corner. Heaving a sigh of relief when the foot steps behind him ceased, Satoshi relaxed his pace again. Daisuke could never be his friend that was one thing Satoshi was certain of. Better to keep a distance between himself and everyone around him.

#You can't keep me locked up forever#

:Shut up:

His apartment glared at him from across the street. It was always a burden to come home to such a bland setting, but it helped him to stay emotionless. With blank white walls there were no memories to look back on. Inside his house, he pulled off his wet shirt and grabbed a towel from the bathroom. He felt like he was being watched, but when he looked around all he saw was a rain streaked window and darkness. Uncomfortably, he changed his pants and tossed on a soft, red sweater. Whirling around, Sato glimpsed a bit of ruby disappearing from view in his window. Would Daisuke spy on me? Shaking his head, he went into the living room and flipped open his laptop.

He stared at the blank screen in front of him. His mind was blank. His life was blank. All his life he strived to stay blank. When Daisuke had entered his life, a smidge of red had appeared on his blank canvas.

#Smear of red my ass. He's painted your entire canvas red.#

:Shut up:

#Give into your emotions. Let me free#

:I'll kill myself before I do that:

#That could be arranged.#

Satoshi snapped the laptop shut and got to his feet. He wandered to a window and gazed out onto a street. The dying rain had turned to snow and flakes floated down from the sky; Satoshi felt the urge to go outside and take a walk. Not bothering to pull on a jacket, Satoshi opened the door and stumbled outside.

#Are you trying to kill yourself.#

:Why should you care…:

Satoshi wandered to the park, rubbing his hands against his arms. He collapsed on a park bench, trembling horribly. The snow picked up. Satoshi stared at the sky and let the snow nestle on his cheeks and lips. The silence around him was killing him almost as much as the weather was. Angrily, he yelled at the unbudging clouds in the sky, "Why can't I catch him?"

#Satoshi… Go home. Don't do this.#

:You can't stop me. If I can't catch Dark, then what's the point of living? I could take you out with one fell swoop:

#I'll lay off; You can pursue that little red head without me interferring. I won't touch him. Dark's the only one who I'll hurt. You die and I die with you. Ass, don't do this. Come on#

Satoshi gave a hoarse laugh, "I can't catch him. Can't… catch…" He fell against the bench, his eyes sliding closed. Within moments, he was covered in a light layer of snow. His breathing slowed and his heart beat was almost untraceable. This was the way Daisuke found him an hour later.

A/N: Okay, first chapter is done. Please review if you have all ready read this far. I'll try and get the next chapter up lickety split, but I'd like to see if my story deserves to keep going.