After Dark Comes Death
By Abby Ebon
Summary: After Dark, Daisuke, and Wiz 'die' they are reborn…as Duo Maxwell and Deathscythe!
Note: This was a one-shot that had been floating around in my head for a while. Suffice to say I don't own DNAngel -or Gundam Wing.
Key;
Daisuke's thoughts to Dark.
Dark's thoughts to Daisuke.
Dark's POV
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Dark? What's wrong?
Daisuke asks he always does that when I go quite. I guess I'm just a talker like that. I'm not always quite because of trouble; sometimes stealing something requires more attention to detail and more concentration then on average.
It doesn't happen often though.
Nothing, don't worry about it partner.
This isn't one of those times though. This would have been a synch, and Daisuke knows that. We're in trouble, and my silence damns us both. An enthusiastic collector has rigged an art piece to go off when tampered with. I never thought someone could be that suicidal.
It's too late; if I put it back- it will set it off.
If I drop it, it'll go off and I can't guarantee we'll live though this.
I can feel Daisuke getting suspicious, and faintly worried.
I don't blame him, I froze when I saw the timer, and my heart stopped when I saw only one minute flashing on it.
Dark! Stop playing, what's going on why haven't we moved?
I wonder what he'd do if I told him- probably panic. Damn this art collector and his suicidal tendencies.
Something tickles at the back of my mind. An old sang.
The only way to catch a thief is to set a mouse trap. This is most assuredly the ultimate 'mouse trap'.
I doubt Satoshi, or even Krad could think of a better trap.
The truth?
It's Daisuke's body; he'd gain control if I had put off answering very much longer. I had already felt his fear, the tingling along my skull that warns when he's about to take control.
I can't let that happen; he'd die if I let him get the blunt of the explosive. I might not; but if I did, he'd probably be alright. I'd live on in his son or grandson if he doesn't have a son.
Even as I think that I know he won't let me die without him.
Perhaps even that's impossible he and I are so well melded our personalities, dreams, ideas, even memories mix. Two halves of a coin- you wouldn't try to separate them- and it'd be easier to but a hole through it.
That's as easily as I can explain my being a partner with Daisuke. It's never been like that before with any of Daisuke's ancestors.
No, lie to me. Of course the truth!
I heave a sigh, I had hoped he'd let me be, but he's not the type to. I let him see the art I have in my hands- then the wires, the trigger, and finally the 1 minute timer set on the explosive.
I feel his shock, his horror, and then his acceptance.
I want to scream that he shouldn't just accept this. He could live, if I drop the artifact and run- luck might be with him. He might survive; though I know the odds are against me.
I know, and feel, that if I did that- sacrificed myself, he'd never forgive me. I can't risk that, the possibility that he would hate his son, or grandson, when they turned into me. He'd try not to, but his child would know and hate me in turn. I know because I've done it before, when I didn't know any better.
Oh Gawd…What are we going to do Dark?
I can't let him die.
I can't live without him.
He'd hate me if I die for him.
We don't have any options; Wiz wouldn't get here in time. In the end we'd probably only be taking him with us.
I could drop it, call Wiz, and you could pray.
I have to stop the hysterical giggle that threatens to escape. I can't help it; I've always gotten a rush off the adrenaline from fear and thrills.
Surprisingly, Daisuke is thinking on my suggestion, ah well, he might as well. Really he's more the brains of the operation- I'm just the one that does the deed, it's always been that way.
I don't want to die alone, I don't want you to die alone…
He's positive in this decision; Daisuke is surprisingly stubborn in some things.
It may surprise some people, but he knows what he wants when it comes down to the important things. Still his answer strikes a cord in me; I can't help but let out a breath of relief, even as I shudder in horror at what we have decided.
Right. Are you ready Daisuke?
We're going to do it- we're actually going to drop it and run while I call Wiz and he prays.
It may sound utterly ridicules- but it just might work.
Ready, and Dark, thanks for everything…
I smirk, and sigh, a small out rush of breath, my bang rushing forward then falling back. By the time it does, I've dropped the artifact and I turned so fast I left black streak marks.
"Wiz!"
I yell and I know he comes, even though I know there wasn't time to throw the feather. It feels like I'm running it time to the soft beeps emitting from the timer. After what feels like an eternity Wiz is there and becomes my wings as we fly.
You too partner.
BoOoM.
There is nothing, but heat, and then darkness.. but I am not alone. Both Daisuke and Wiz are with me, and everything feels like it should be.
Like it should always have been, then something rams Wiz away from us- and Daisuke and I scream defiance at this. But we are melded; till we are nearly one-and-the-same, and in this soul meld we are born again- as Duo Maxwell.
Wiz... is our beloved Deathscythe.
