Chapter 2: If I was in his position….
A/N: Okay, second chapter is out. I can't even begin to imagine what the fan girls of the world would do in Daisuke's position. I have to warn you; Don't expect to see another chapter for awhile. I have another fan fiction in the works for Kingdom Hearts that needs my attention. This one is coming out so swiftly because I'm growing a backbone and daring to right things a little on the limey-side. Also, I'm sorry if Dark is a bit OOC, I just see him as a very assertive and blunt kind of guy. Oh, and flirtatious. Also, yes, To-To is in this. She doesn't have any powers and isn't a statue, just the Niwa's maid, though she's considered more apart of the family than anything else. Wiz is not Daisuke's pet. It's Dark's. Not only does it make sense, but It helps the plot in later chapters. Ok, I'm done talking…er, typing…er something. ;;
Disclaimer: Would I be writing fan fiction if I did?
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The next few days were tense and full of training for Daisuke Niwa. He had made the mistake of telling his mother, Emiko, who was a huge fan of Dark, that he was going to try to get a good picture of him by following him on his next burglary. Naturally, she went all dramatic and put him on "special training", even though he had been trained from birth on how to be a thief. The Niwa's came from a long line of art thieves, stemming from the feudal era, to present day, making it tradition for the Niwa's to train their young to be thieves. He had never told his friends this little fact about himself. Actually, he had never told anyone that little fact about himself. The idea of what kind of rumors they might spread if they knew that scared the shit out of him.
Now Daisuke crouched in some bush's next to the museum wall, waiting for the giant clock on the front of the museum to strike eight. There were crowds around the museum, mostly consisting of women and reporters. Police were crawling all over the place, making Daisuke more nervous than he could have ever thought possible. Emiko was standing in the crowd of Dark fans with binoculars and a walky-talky, ever so often glancing at the tenth floor of the museum, waiting for any sign of Dark. Towa, or To-To, was standing a little ways away from the entrance in a back alley, which they predicted would be Darks most likely escape route. It helped to be a family of thieves. After all, to catch a thief, you must become a thief.
To-To eyed some of the patrolling police pretending to be one of the many fan girls amongst the crowds, hiding her walky-talky and binoculars, before continuing to watch them like a hawk. Emiko had insisted that they help him as much as possible, meaning watching for any police, so neither Daisuke, nor Dark got caught.
" Crrrr Daisuke? Do you copy? Daisuke? Crrrr" To-To called on the walky-talky.
" I read you loud and Clear To-To." Daisuke replied, trying to keep the slight shake of nervousness out of his voice.
" Crrrr Are you ready? Crrrr"
" As ready as I'll ever be."
" Crrrr Don't be so nervous, Daisuke. Your more than capable of keep up with Dark, the police can't touch you with me and Emiko around and you've got a " no-blur" camera. You'll do fine! Crrrr"
" She's right Daisuke! I promise that nothing will go wrong, sweety!" Emiko piped, trying her best to sooth her nervous son. Daisuke sighed, thanking them for there encouraging words, before going back to staring anxiously at the museum clock.' Five minutes.' He thought, scanning the area for any police before standing from his crouch and going as quietly as he possibly could to a back entrance, which he was surprised to find had no police guarding it.
He reached the door and looked around him, making sure no one was watching, irrated at himself for being nervous enough to sweat. Satisfied with his sweep, he turned his attention to the electronic lock on the door. It was the kind you slid access cards through to get in. He smiled himself and pulled out a handy device his Dad had put together for him for his birthday, joking that he could break into hotels now. It was like an access card, only when you slid it through the lock slot, it scanned the device it was sliding through and disguised itself to imitate an actual access card for that particular lock. A skeleton key-card. He was still trying to get over the initial pride of having a dad that could make something like this.
He slid it through easily, the red light above it blinking green, a dull click residing from the door. He pulled it open and made his way up the steps.
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Fast forward 6 Minutes and 10 close-calls later
Daisuke sat on the rim of a large, dome roof, panting and waiting for Dark to come out of the building. He had heard the crowd in the front of the building go bonkers, and a message from his mother from the walky-talky that Dark was hear, though he could barely make it out over the screaming. Police were running every where, Takshi's Dad barking orders, and things like " He won't get away this time!". Daisuke admired the man's persistence, but didn't think there was a chance in hell he would ever catch Dark. He sighed, but didn't let his muscle relax. He needed to be ready to dart when he saw Dark. A soft breeze blew making him shiver in his white T-shirt and kaki-colored cargo shorts.
" Cold?"
He nearly fell off the roof, wondering who could possibly be on the roof with him. He wobbled a bit too forward for his liking, before being pulled backwards by a strong arm. The arm wrapped around him pulled him to the owner of the voice, hitting a warm chest and instinctively latching himself on to the arm holding him. They sat that way for a moment, Daisuke catching his breath; the stranger enjoying having the little red-head against him. Daisuke was the first to move, trying to pull away from the person. The arm just tightened his hold on him.
" T-thank you for saving me, but could you, um, l-let me go?" he asked, failing miserably at hiding his nervousness from the person. The person leaned in, Daisuke feeling hot breath on his ear.
" I don't think I want to." The person stated bluntly, his velvety smooth voice making Daisuke blush and panic at the same time.
" L-look, I don't know who you are, but I know that I have to go, so, please let go?" He whimpered, trying to pry the arm off of his waist. The person chuckled softly, giving Daisuke's ear a soft nip.
" I think you do. In fact, I think you were waiting for me. Something about, 'Keeping up with me?'…" Daisuke froze, unable to comprehend what was just said. ' It can't be?' he thought franticly. He whipped himself around in the persons arm, surprised at his own strength. He was staring into amethyst eyes, a smirk adorning the handsome face Of Dark, the phantom thief.
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A/N: Whew! That certainly took a shit-load of time! Oh well. At least I know I can still write. If I get enough good feedback, I might be motivated to get the next chapter out before next month. Just kidding. But seriously, review.