Disclaimer: The characters within this story all belong to Yukiru Sugisaki-san.
Warnings: Cursing.
Summary: Daisuke's newest job leads him to think about his relationship with Satoshi.
Completed: February 13, 2010


Newest Mission
by: Kagome-reincarnation


Every time his mother asks him to steal another piece of art, he does it. Even if it means risking capture or awkward moments with Satoshi or some serious confusion about which of the Harada twins he likes. He's always listened to her. But today – just today, dammit! – he really wished he didn't have to.

"I can't, Mom, I just can't!" he tried to get out of it – it's no good.

"You have to, Daisuke," she told him, her expression serious. "The Hikari boy doesn't seem to have realized it's waking, but it is and it needs to be sealed before something bad happens."

Daisuke shuddered at her foreboding words, but remembered when they'd fibbed to him about the Maiden's Tears. "Mom!" he whines, drawing the word out. "I can't steal from Satoshi!"

Emiko rolled her eyes. "Yes, you can, and yes, you will." An almost evil grin appears on her face. "Or you can go ahead and take you-know-what from Riku instead."

He threw up his hands in defeat. "Fine," he gives in, his expression grouchy and unhappy and although Emiko wishes she didn't have to send her only son on this mission, she can't help but feel like she deserves his resentment on some level. "Fine, alright? What time – did you send out a notice?"

"There was no notice this time," his grandfather breaks into the conversation. "It's not a museum you'll be breaking into, so we didn't see the need. Besides, the Hikari boy is your only real problem, isn't he?"

Daisuke lets out an irritated sound before heading for his gear. "So I can go now, right?" he calls over his shoulder as he moves up the stairs.

"Of course, Daisuke – make sure you come back by nine tomorrow!" his mother called up to him. He scowls as he heads up the stairs. By nine? The next day? What, did she think he'd take forever or something? It's not like he didn't know how to steal a stupid piece of art. Even if it was from Satoshi, with whom he'd been getting a long lately.

He hoped the other didn't call him out – why couldn't things be simpler? Daisuke hated that they were on opposite sides of the art war, especially because he wanted to be friends so sincerely. Since Satoshi worked with the inspectors – and held Krad within him – there was no way that they could sincerely hang out without being on guard against each other. It was a tedious relationship and one that felt false despite the obvious sincerity on both their behalves. Because of Krad and the hazardous natures of their occupations, it simply wasn't meant to be.

Of course, then his mother went and threw a job like this in his direction. Never mind that he's already feeling down about the likely failed friendship – why not kick him while he's down and make him face it and possibly ruin it before it so much as comes to fruition?

Daisuke sighed as he got everything together.

"Dark?" he called on his other half.

I'm here, Daisuke, his other says, and as Daisuke leaps from his bedroom and he's falling, even though Dark has called for Wiz to keep them from a messy death. He's falling and falling and it's not until he's settled in the back of Dark's mind that he realizes that they could have just asked Satoshi to look at the seal himself while in Dark's form instead of stealing the damned thing. Although he shouts in indignation, Dark's the only one who hears him and informs him, while chuckling, that as they're already three-quarters of the way to Satoshi's home, there's no point in turning back to yell at his mother.