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Chapter 2

The sewers were easy enough to get into, especially for a Phantom Thief but Dark didn't want to come out and Daisuke didn't have a flashlight. Navigating the dirty tunnels was difficult and Daisuke didn't stop sharing all of the intricate details of the journey with his irritated counter-part. It took more than an hour to find the source of the supposed 'disturbances'.

It first appeared in the form of a bright light ahead. The light filled a particularly large recess in the wall and Daisuke wondered what it had originally been created for. Next were the murmuring groans that whistled through the cement tunnel.

Daisuke's excellent hearing pinned the humanoid sounds as being after the source of the light. Unfortunately, his thieving instincts also told him that where light was, was where the enemy was. He wasn't sure if his brain had made that connection because of spotlights and policemen or for some other reason but Dark agreed with Daisuke in that the light was something to be avoided.

After a short conversation with Dark in the shadows that bordered the light, Daisuke determined that there was no avoiding the light. It was impossible. There was no way that either of them was going to step into the fouled water of the sewers. That would have been a bad move regardless. Both Daisuke and Dark knew that the water would have been freezing and the current was running much to fast nonetheless. There was no way to cross to the other side of the cement running without swimming in the river between it. There was also no way to climb over the top of, underneath or around the light. That only left going through it.

Wary and listening for any sign of company, Daisuke slowly approached the light. He flattened himself against a wall as he realised the place was full of cloaked figures.

What now? He asked Dark.

His counter-part shrugged.

Make a run for it? The angel suggested.

Daisuke took a deep breath.

Why is it always me? He asked the world.

You're just lucky. Dark replied.

Daisuke rolled his eyes and broke into a sprint.

The figures heard his echoing footsteps the instant he stepped into the light. Daisuke didn't stop but only increased his speed as they ran to intercept him. Now he could see the source of the light. It was a pinkish purple ball of light that hovered in the centre of the recess. The figures had all be circled around it as if it were some kind of messiah but now they were all scattered throughout the large space.

Daisuke managed to avoid many of the figures but a burly silhouette managed to snag the Phantom Thief. He held the struggling red-head in the air, holding the boy out in order to avoid the kicking legs.

"Good job, Marquis." An elderly voice grated. "Please hold him still."

Daisuke felt himself wrapped into a bear hug. The hold stilled all of his limbs and Daisuke's desperate wriggling did little more than bruise his ribs.

Daisuke. Swap with me. Dark yelled.

You can't break this hold either, Dark.

I can try. Besides, I have magic on my side.

Don't try. Let's just find out what they want.

Daisuke forced his body to go still.

The figure that had spoken to the figure called 'Marquis' approached, holding a spray bottle. Daisuke tried to turn his head away but a firm hand held it in place. The gas was cold as it hit Daisuke's face, 40% of the substance turning to condensation the instant it was released from the bottle. Daisuke held his breath but, after two minutes, he could hold out no longer. The gas was sweet and it had an immediate effect.

Daisuke could feel himself go limp and in his mind he could see Dark slump to the ground. It was only seconds later that Daisuke joined him.