Bla bla = Daisuke/anybody speaking
Bla bla = Daisuke thinking
Bla Bla Dark speaking
Perfect Day
The day just couldn't get any better for Daisuke. There weren't any new artworks on show, so Emiko couldn't send any warning letters, he had done well in an English exam, it was a warm sunny day and Dark was asleep, so his love genes couldn't ruin his perfect moment: drawing Riku's portrait.
Riku had come over a an hour ago and asked if he could help improve her drawing technique. Now they were sat opposite each other in Daisuke's room, drawing each other. It was quiet, apart from Riku's occasional question, but it was a comfortable silence. Nearly finished he thought.
"How are you doing, Riku - san?" Daisuke asked.
"I finished it, but i-it's not very good." She's so cute when she blushes
I agree came a baritone yawn in the back of Daisuke's mind. Oh crap. Dark please don't try anything. Just this once, I want today to go well. Well… I'm not promising anything Daisuke. After all, you are my host and you nor I have any control over the transformation. Plus Riku is not that bad. I might end up falling for her myself…But don't worry, you can have Creepy Boy. Dark!
"Daisuke, are you okay? You kinda spaced on me there. I asked if you had finished too."
"Oh, sorry Riku. W-Would you like to see it?" Daisuke blushed, praying that Riku would like it. Riku nodded and Daisuke flipped his sketchpad around.
"Wow, Daisuke! That's amazing, how did you get so good? Are you sure you want to see mine?" She began to bite her lip. After a lot of encouragement from Daisuke and, unbeknownst to Riku, Dark, She slowly turned the sketchpad around.
Well in all fairness, she's not that bad for an amateur. But look at your hand! It looks like a grapefruit. Shut up Dark! Yeah, it's not perfect, but her drawing has improved immensely since the beginning of the year.
"That's great Riku. I like how you did the eyes, and the hair is perfect." Daisuke got up to give Riku a hug, but then felt his heartbeat break into a sprint and his blood pressure skyrocketed. Oh crap, I'm starting to transform. "Sorry Riku I'll be back in a second!"
Leaving a confused Riku in his room, Daisuke ran to the bathroom and slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it. Leaning against the door clutching his chest and trying to calm his racing heart. It didn't work however, and Daisuke felt his grip on his body slip, but didn't feel any physical change. Daisuke felt his head turn to the mirror and saw a set of ruby eyes widen in astonishment. What the hell, what's with this half-assed transformation! I don't know but it seems that I'm the one in control Daisuke ruffled his new purple bangs in confusion. What the hell are we gonna do now?