Behind the Legend

After encountering two mysterious figures while retrieving books at the ancient library, Daisuke and Satoshi are thrown into the afterwards of an ancient legend. Can they help these two entities and free them from their curse before the darkness takes them all?

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Chapter 2

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Daisuke shifted uneasily in front of the mansion, the cold chill biting at his flesh. Hesitantly, he reached foreword, his finger shaking, for the doorbell.

Yelping when the door flung open before he could press the small button, Daisuke quickly drew his hand to his chest. "Uhm…Hi, Satoshi…"

"Hello, Daisuke. Come in?"

Daisuke nodded, clutching his bag tightly as he entered the surprisingly dark residence of his best friend. "So…Uhm…wh-where should we start?"

Satoshi shrugged. "I thought we could head to the library again in a little bit. I want to do some research there."

Daisuke swallowed, looking around. "I see. We should have looked when we were there the other day instead of just waiting for Miss Harada to—"

"Daisuke…"

"Sorry…While we were waiting for Miss Riku to get her books," The redhead said as he corrected himself, all the while fidgeting nervously.

"Is something wrong?" the blue haired boy asked, noting the strange unease that the boy before him continued to emit.

"N-no…not really. You're house just seems…a lot darker…"

"Are you scared of the dark?" Satoshi asked, stalking to a light switch as he clicked on a few more of them.

"No…but…I've been having these weird feelings lately…" the smaller boy said as he looked away—almost in an embarrassed fashion.

Satoshi…found this to be very peculiar, and pried further, "Weird feelings? Like what?"

Daisuke shrugged. "Like…someone's always watching me. But every time I look no one's there. It happened on my way to your house…near the old library. And whenever it's dark…"

"Hmm…"

"But, it's silly, isn't it? I mean—I'm just overreacting, right?" Daisuke said, smiling falsely.

"No. It isn't silly, Daisuke," the blue haired boy said in a surprisingly cold manner. "You should trust your instinct. If something doesn't feel right, get away, understand?"

"I…sure, but…why, Satoshi?"

The redhead was horribly taken aback by his friend's sudden change in attitude and swallowed nervously as the sapphire-eyed boy replied, "Because the same thing keeps happening to me, and I have a bad feeling about it."

"Are you superstitious, then?"

"No, I'm not. You?"

Daisuke shook his head. "No. My mom is…sorta, but not me or my dad…"

"Good. Then you won't mind if we head to the library?"

"I…no…" Came the shaky answer.

"Let's go, then. Get your bag," Satoshi said as he clicked off the lights, ushering Daisuke to exit before him. Eagerly, the younger redhead did just so, and missed seeing his friend toss a worried glance into the dark shadows of the living room.

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"Do you think that boy will be there?" Satoshi said, seeing the outline of the ancient library grow in size as the two neared it.

"Which one—Dark, I think?"

"Yes, that one."

"I don't know," Daisuke said as he shrugged, "Why?"

"No reason."

No words were spoken for a long moment, and only the quite shuffle of feet was exchanged between the two boys, accompanied by the sound of thunder crackling in the distance.

"What are you hiding from me?" Daisuke asked, almost timidly.

"What?" Satoshi said, raising his gaze from the cold cement to meet the other's fiery red eyes.

"You heard me, Satoshi—what are you hiding?"

"I don't know…nothing?"

"Liar…what aren't you telling me?" The redhead said, almost pouting as the two continued to trudge onward.

"Nothing, really…"

"We're not going to the library to look up things for our project, so why are we going?"

Satoshi raised a brow curiously, silently questioning the young Niwa, who merely gave a quick reply, "You have a computer we could have looked things up…and we just passed the new library, so I figured there must be some reason that you wanted to go to the other library. Some reason that you weren't telling me…"

Satoshi cracked a slight smile. "You figured me out, I guess. The guy there…Dark…after he left and you and the Harada's went to check out the book I saw—felt something weird. I wanted to check it out, is all."

"So why did I come?"

"Because I need someone else there to make sure I'm not insane if it happens again," The blue haired boy said, scratching the back of his head.

"Oh…I see," Daisuke said smiling. He probably just didn't want to go alone…

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"So this is where you felt it?" Daisuke asked as he traced a hand down a dusty bookshelf and stared into a particularly dark corner that Satoshi happened to be occupying.

The blue haired boy stared up at the ceiling, and nodded. "Yeah. And I saw some one run back here, too…"

"Oh?" Daisuke said, his arm falling to his side as he walked over and stood next to his friend, staring at the ceiling along side him.

The quiet pattering of rain bouncing of the aged roof was heard and echoed quite loudly in the almost completely unoccupied region of the building.

"Blonde hair, and it looked like he was—" Satoshi stopped in mid sentence when the hair on the back of his neck rose, and a shiver ran down his spine.

Out of the corner of his eye he could make out Daisuke, who swallowed harshly and seemed to be shaking. "Sa…Satoshi?" he whispered.

"Niwa? Do you feel that?" Satoshi said, trying to keep his heart rate at a normal pace.

The red head nodded slightly, nearly whimpering at the strange feeling that seemed to be plaguing the two. "what is it?"

"I don't know…"

Satoshi took a great breath, and prepared to turn on his heels and face the presence he felt behind him when he heard a voice call out quietly, "What are you doing here?"

The overwhelming sensation seemed to evaporate slightly for a second, and two sets of eyes fell upon a new figure.

A blonde, coated in almost exactly the same attire Dark had worn days before, stood before them—his face pallid and gaunt—tight with worry…covered in blood.

Daisuke suppressed the urge to let out a cry of shock at the ghastly sight, but he never had a chance.

The blonde's eyes widened at some unseen force, and his knees bent slightly–implying that heplannedto bolt.

Satoshi had no time to call out for him to cease his action before the blonde had dashed around a corner, a strange shadow lifting from atop of the two young teenagers as it seemed to chase after him.

Neither of them moved for a long moment, and then Daisuke said, "Are we going after him?"

Satoshi nodded, "Yes."

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Yes, yes—I know this chapter is rather…horribly written, but give me a break. I've been up since six o' clock this morning to…oh, my—it's one a.m. right now. Well, I'll have to reply to my reviews tomorrow, so if you are looking for those, I apologize. Please forgive me for the late update and the shoddiness of this chapter…and I do hope you can bare with me… until I can get my act together and make this story a presentable piece of work…