Fear. That's what stopped Yasu form turning in the necklace. If she brought it back it would mean cameras, interviews, she might even get her picture in the news. She had enough after getting captured by Dark. Besides, it was better in her hands than some art thief. For all everyone knew, it was gone forever, and the longer she waited, the worse it would be to turn it in. The museum didn't need it, and she would be gone for collage in a month. No one would suspect her. Yes, she reasoned with herself, she would take good care of it.
He had gotten an ear-full when he got home. So apparently he had been stealing the necklace for a reason. It had been about the time it needed to be resealed, but they weren't sure why. A search of the Niwa library commenced. He waited for them to find what it did.
He waited.
Daisuke was sent to museums for clues.
And waited.
They searched information not out to the public.
And waited.
And waited….
Not her mom, not her sister, or her closest friend.
She didn't tell anyone.
Her dad let her quit her museum job ("It must have been terrifying!") so she started working as a waitress ("You're so cute!"). Were they onto her?
She had hid the necklace in her room at first, but then always carried it with her. What if they searched her house? Pretty soon it never left her neck. It was pretty, beautiful even. Why wouldn't they want it for themselves?
Dark hadn't made too many thefts recently. What if they suspected? What if he said something?
Were they onto her?
They found it in a journal entry some dead guy wrote along time ago.
Apparently the dead guy's friend had made the necklace right after his wife or something died. He treasured the necklace like his beloved wife, and it never left his side. It got worse and soon the paranoia set in. He started to have delusions of its beauty and people coming to steal it. It drove him mad, and he locked himself in his house until he starved. The necklace wasn't even named. Then, the necklace was passed on to the guy writing the journal, it's next victim.
In other words:
This was bad.
He had to find her and ask her what she did with it.
Time to go undercover; he knew her face best after all.
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It was going to be her last table before she went home. She was relieved. Yasu was tired and it didn't feel safe, no, it wasn't safe around all these people, strangers. She didn't know their intentions, what they were thinking. That was why it was safer at home, away from all the accusing eyes. Would they look at her differently if they knew she was wearing stolen jewelry hidden under shirt? It was probably expensive, the beautiful necklace. It was targeted by Dark and in a museum after all.
But it was hers now. She wasn't giving it up.
When did she become so greedy? The thought was quickly thrown aside. It wasn't greed. It was only one necklace. She didn't need anything else as long as she had it. That was why she deserved it. Yes, one more table and she could be alone with-
Yasu's thoughts immediately halted at the sight of the table she had been headed toward. One lone figure was sitting there.
No, it couldn't be, could it? Impossible. Was he here for it? For her? Of course not. It wasn't him after all. Definitely not. He was wearing yellow for goodness sake!
AN: You guys were so nice that I just had to do this on my sick day. I'll be adding things to the summery as I put out chapters. I am making this up as I go along, so if you have any suggestions, fire away. Oh! And you'll have to tell me if you want it to be just friendship or not since I'm doing this sequel thing.
A little dark (no pun intended) in the beginning, but it will get better when there's dialoge.