Silence.

Dark flew through the shadows of the trees in the night, the only noise the rustling of tree leaves as he hit their limbs. 'What are we going for, anyways?' Daisuke asked, sitting back in his own mind.

'Apparently, its some essence of…something or another. It's a pendant worn by a widowed woman from the civil war era in America. Her husband gave it to her before going to war, and it became extremely dear to her while he fought. When she heard that he'd died, she never let it go until she died. Then it became an heirloom, passed down by her descendants until it got to this one.'

'Who is this one? And how the hell did it get to Japan?' he asked, curious.

'They moved here. I don't know.' Dark replied. 'I just steal the stuff. I'm not interested in the history, just the cash value.'

'But you aren't the one who sells them. We DON'T sell these things…do we?'

'Ever wonder why your mother's been going on vacation a million times this year?'

'…she didn't.'

Dark didn't reply, but continued flying nearer and nearer to the building in the distance. 'Just to warn you, this place is a mansion. It's an enormous hell of a place.'

'Um…Dark?' Daisuke asked innocently.

'Dammit, quit asking questions! What now?'

'This is Satoshi's house. Why are we here?'

'Son of a—you could have told me that!!!' just as they landed on the roof, Daisuke realized that lights where roaming across the ground, casting the shadows of investigators across Satoshi's well-kempt lawn. Managing his way around the lights flashing randomly around the area, Dark crept in a window, muttering under his breath about a trap.

The house was lavish, and filled to the brim with pricey artifacts. "Damn, we should come here more often!" Dark suggested, greedily eyeing the statues and furniture scattered about what seemed to be a guest bedroom. "Just take the pendant, would you?! And don't hurt Satoshi-san as badly as you did last time!" last time they'd gone to steal something, Dark decided to lock Daisuke out of his own senses and beat the living shit out of Satoshi. As far as Daisuke knew, Dark had broken both arms, and popped his left leg out of his socket. Because his body harnessed Krad, though, the wounds healed at an amazingly fast rate that the rest of the people at school couldn't believe it.

Dark's footsteps echoed through the marble hall outside of the guest bedroom. No matter how silent Dark's steps usually were, the hall magnified it hundreds of times over. Each room they entered had objects from different eras and countries in it… one had artifacts from Ancient Egypt, which Dark so kindly rambled to Daisuke could bring in trillions of dollars at the auction house. Another room was decorated with items from ancient Japan, from somewhere within the 2nd and 3rd dynasties, to which Dark just snubbed his nose.

Finally, after at least an hour of silent searching, they found the room they'd been looking for. A cannon ball from a civil war cannon sat on a 17th century book case, filled to the brim with books on random subjects. Recruitment posters lined some of the walls, and notes and letters from very recent times covered a fancy writing desk.

In a case on the other side of the room, on a wall that separated their side of the room from the side a bed sat on, the locket glittered in a soft blue light. It was open, revealing the old picture of a Confederate soldier sitting in the heart-shaped casing. Dark eased his way up to it, gently pulling off the plastic cover. No alarms sounded. Reaching for the golden chain, just as his fingers touched it, Daisuke felt a rush of cold air and it was he who stood now with his hand outstretched for the necklace. "SHIT! Dark, what the hell just happened?" no reply came. "Shit, shit, SHIT!"

A mumble from the other side of the wall caused him to jump back from the necklace… "Had Dark known that the room was occupied??? Damn!" he thought, preparing to bolt from the room. He knew Satoshi occasionally allowed his people off the job to get a little rest…and he had to pray that this wasn't one of them. He turned and slowly walked out of the room, until a voice called from behind him.

"Daisuke? How…what are you doing?" Satoshi sat at the foot of the bed that Daisuke had assumed was unoccupied. "I-I-I was just…I…er…"

"He hasn't come yet? Did I miss him?! DAMN!" Satoshi cursed incoherently under his breath. "N-no, he…Dark…he hasn't come…yet…?" Daisuke replied awkwardly. Satoshi stood, walking a little closer. "Daisuke…while you're here, I…"

"What?" Daisuke grew a little more calm knowing that he hadn't been caught as Dark. Satoshi kept coming closer. "I just wanted you to know that…that…I…well…" Satoshi leaned down, then Daisuke lost control as Dark took back. He was cast into total black…Dark had closed him off again. "DAMMIT, Dark, you ASS!" what Satoshi had probably been about to say had been important.

Meanwhile, on Dark's side, he was being accidentally kissed on the neck by a somewhat shocked Satoshi. "Well, I didn't know you were on the OTHER side of the fence, Satoshi-kun." Dark snickered.

AUTHOR-SPEAK!

Please note...this is being written by TWO people...Shell-san, and Kyo-kun. Shell-san has the story ideas, Kyo-kun puts the words on the screen. We'll add some smut later on bout ourselves -cough, cough-, but if you wanna talk to us, be our guest!! Contact Shell-san on this account, and Kyo-kun in the review things!

THIS CHAPTER'S SMUT!

Shell-san is taken---get no ideas, men (and some ladies), but she still gets some men looking (and Sasu-chan... -cough-)

Kyo-Kun is a giant person at 5'11". WOO!

Chu, Peeps!
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