Hi guys! Sorry for the stupidly long wait on chapter two! ^^; I put it up on deviantart and then forgot to put it up here. It also took me a while to write 'cause I was under the impression that no one cared to read it. But then I saw that it was getting reviews, so I wrote chapter two and now I need to start writing chapter 3! :D

I hope you guys all enjoy this chapter! (by the way if there are any stupid mistakes, please point them out. dA coding and fanfiction coding for stories is really different. So, if there are any weird parenthesis in there, point them out.)

"But Father! Why can I not have a new servant?" Takeshi asked his father, an expression of what seemed to be anger on his face; his hand was in a fist in front of him and his foot was forward as if to make the point a serious matter. "You have an unfathomable amount of servants at your disposal!" Takeshi stated, waving his hand toward the five servants, four woman and one man, that were kneeling or standing around the king.

"You really can be an annoying child." King Saehara muttered to himself, grasping the bridge of his nose with his fore finger and his thumb and closing his eyes, sighing. He glanced up at his pitiful son and asked him, "Why do you want another servant? Isn't that Hikari boy enough?"

"Father, Satoshi only does simple things like making my bed, cleaning my chambers, and doing my laundry." Takeshi paused, thinking about the huge fat lie he told to his Father. Of course Satoshi didn't do all of that, he was a fragile boy. Takeshi, in truth, did his own, along with Satoshi's clothing. "I want someone who can watch over the artifacts when I'm gone, or someone who could dress me in the morning, or even give me baths. Satoshi wouldn't do such things because he doesn't seem fit to do things that are so... personal." Takeshi had put a finger on his chin when he thought about what word he had used; as he finished his sentence he had slightly nodded his head and flipped his hand in a circle motion.

The fat man sitting in the throne thought about what his son was thinking. A personal servant? It sounded interesting, but he didn't want the boy getting everything her wanted. That would be spoiling him, and besides Takeshi didn't even deserve one servant. As the king thought about this, a wonderful idea started in his head, "Takeshi, You may have a personal servant of your choosing." he started, looking at the now happy Takeshi, "Under one condition: You must choose to marry Princess Riku or Risa within the next week." Takeshi's father smiled at his plan. Of course, Takeshi would never accept such a deal.

Takeshi's worry traveled through his body. Oh, his plan would never work now! He would just have to come up with a different plan... But he still wanted that red-headed boy. Maybe he could work off the plan he already had. "Father, I accept your challan- request. I will choose a princess, either Riku or Risa in exchange for a personal servant of my choosing." He said putting one arm across his chest and bowing.

Surprised as he was, the king told Takeshi that he could have the Hikari boy search for a new servant. With that, Takeshi went off to tell Satoshi exactly who he wanted him to find.

Satoshi was hurt by the conversation they had had only an hour ago, but he had to comply with the Prince's wishes. He got up from his bed, as he had been sitting there, looking at the ceiling, and asked Takeshi if there was anything else he needed to do for him. When Takeshi had replied with a simple no, Satoshi quickly walked out of the room, wondering why the Prince would want a red headed boy who walked under his window every day when he didn't even know his name.

Satoshi did have a rough time actually finding the house, which was located in the woods, just on the outskirts of town, surrounded by an unusually dense clutter of trees, but finding out about the kid was easier; everyone knew him. The feeling of the place felt somewhat menacing to Satoshi, but, then again, he had never actually been on the outskirts of town.

When Satoshi went into town, his adventure went like so:

"E-excuse me, Ma'am..." Satoshi would say, bowing to the middle aged woman, "Do you know where I might find a r-red headed boy with a-a bunny? Um.. er... he walks by the castle every day..." The blue-headed boy was always afraid he would say something wrong to an elder, so he ended up stuttering quite a bit.

The woman would look at him as though he had asked where he could find a mage, as mages, of course, did not exist and if they did, they were very bloody people. At least, that is what the legends had said. "Young man, ya want to know where that boy is? The boy with the bunny and spiky hair? His mother's a crazy thing ya know. Talks about magic and phantom thieves. I've heard that she knows where the phantom thief Kaito Dark is hiding."

"Um..." Satoshi would furrow his brows and look at her with a worried look. Could she be talking about the boy he was looking for? "Y-yes... It- it's th-the Prince's orders..."

The woman would shrug her shoulders and reply, "I'm not sure where you could find the boy. You should ask the fruit merchant over there." She pointed to a stand with nearly rotting fruit; the stand had a thin man standing behind it. He smoked a pipe and smiled with yellow teeth when the servant boy from the castle walked up to him.

"S-sir, might you know wh-where a red headed boy with a bunny would be?" Satoshi asked trying not to stare at the man's disgusting teeth. He leaned nervously from foot to foot, adjusting his glasses.

"Aw I donno..." The man replied drawing out the words in his sentence, as he took a whiff of his pipe he leaned over the fruit and looked at Satoshi, "Maybe I'd 'member if ya giv' a few to man ha needs maneh.". Satoshi knew what the man wanted, so he sighed, pulled out a pouch of coins and took out three copper pieces; he dropped them in the man's outstretched hand.

The man looked at the coins, smiled a big toothy grin and looked back up at Satoshi, pipe sticking out of his mouth. He said this, "I know who yer lookin' for. Walks by in that direction every day. Into the forest on the utskirts a town." He cocked his head in the direction he was talking about.

Satoshi bowed his head slightly and ran off toward the forest. As he ran there, his eyes flashed golden; he sensed danger. Why would he sense danger from a small boy with a rabbit? There was no danger in such things, right? But, it was the Prince's orders to find him and bring the boy back to the castle. Why did Takeshi want a second servant? Wasn't Satoshi enough to suffice?

When the golden eyed Satoshi found his way to the house, he had some trouble getting through the thick trees. He thought about climbing up the trees and taking that path, but that would risk ripping one of his few pairs of clothes. So, he ignored the tight squeezes and made it through to the oddest house he had ever seen for a village house.

For starters, the house had a balcony at the top window and it was huge; it was not as big as the castle, but it was still enormous. From the point of view the servant was at, he saw a wooden door with the name Niwa carved into it and on either side of the door was a boarded up window; the only window someone could actually look through was the top one, and that window was about as big as King Saehara. In other words, it was big enough that three Satoshi's could fit through it at once. The entire house was made out of wood and it looked as though it had been built by at least twenty people, but, in reality, it had only been built by one person. The house was the colour of oak and it gave off an odd aura. Satoshi didn't want to stay longer than he needed to, so he swiftly walked toward the door and knocked.

To his surprise, it was not the mother or father who answered, but it was a red headed boy who only opened the door a small crack; the crack was just big enough for Satoshi to fit his hand through. "Um... Hello, may I help you, Sir? Uh.. If you're lost I could give you directions into town..." The red head didn't seem evil, and his aura was certainly not like the house he lived in.

"I am a servant of Prince Saehara Takeshi and I would like to speak with you for a moment or two." Satoshi said simply.

Behind the strawberry headed boy could be heard shouting. "Dai-Chan! Who's at the door?" It sounded like his mother, but she did not seem to be crazy; she sounded kind and nice.

The red headed boy looked behind him and shouted back, "It's some one from the castle! They said they need to talk to me!" He looked back at the servant standing at the door; he opened it up all the way and said, "Do you want to come in and sit down? Maybe have some tea?"

Satoshi was somewhat surprised by the generosity, considering the house felt like a death trap, but he told the boy that he would love some tea and he walked in after him. The house shouldn't have seemed strange, but it did. It was just a simple house; well, for the most part it wasn't strange. I mean, the house did have boarded up windows and all. When Satoshi walked in, he noted that there was a cabinet with a lock on it in the bottom left hand corner of the room; It was an maple cabinet that was elegant yet simple, but Satoshi seemed quite drawn to it. In the middle of the room sat a brown-green square table which had what looked to be glass covering dark green vines with purple leaves. Semi-soft, crudely sewn cushions as chairs were surrounding it; there were only three and they were all brown to match the table. There was a door near the left upper hand corner that lead to a kitchen like area, but Satoshi could not quite see what was inside. There was a stair case going up the right wall; this probably went up to living quarters, but on the wall of the staircase was a door. Where could that go?

Dai-Chan told Satoshi that he could sit and he went to go get the tea ready; the servant boy sat uncomfortably on the cushions and waited. He didn't need to wait very long, as right when he sat down Dai-chan was setting the tea down on the table; he set one cup in front of Satoshi, sat down, took a sip of his own tea and waited to hear what the other boy needed to say. He tried to be polite, but it was hard to do when Satoshi had golden eyes and... blonde hair? Didn't he have short blue hair, not short blonde hair when he had walked in?

Satoshi looked at the cup of tea and sipped it. It didn't have a very strong taste, but it tasted vaguely of strawberries. He couldn't waste his time sipping tea though; he should get down to business. Setting the rounded wooden tea cup down he said, "The Prince, Takeshi, has requested that you come to the castle to be his new personal servant." he said the word with hatred. He wanted to be Takeshi's servant. He had been with him since birth. Why did this boy get to have Takeshi?

Dai-Chan choked on the tea, "E-excuse me?" he asked in shock. Had he heard that correctly? Personal servant? The Prince? Takeshi...? He recalled a friend he once had who went by the name of Takeshi, but Takeshi was a peasant and could not possibly be the same person. He pushed the thought aside.

Don't servants get payed a lot of money? That could make it easier for them. They did not have enough coin to pay for their home and Father only sent twenty coins once a month. It really was not enough to pay for the house, considering Dai-Chan's mother did not actually have a job. She always talked about how something good would happen to them and they could live with his father; always talking about insane things like magic and Dark, this infamous phantom thief.

Satoshi laughed to himself and then said, calmly, "The prince wants you as a new personal servant. You have no choice but to come with me to the castle." He put his hands on his lap and waited for Dai-Chan to reply. Was Dai-Chan even his full name? Probably not.

"Will you, uh, let me talk with my Mom first?" Dai-Chan asked. He looked at Satoshi, unsure.

Well, there isn't any harm in letting the boy speak with his mom first, right? Satoshi thought to himself. He sighed aloud and said, "Fine, you can speak with your mother. You have until I come back to get you to pack and say good bye, but, of course, you can see your mother daily. She could even live at the castle if she wants."

"Uh..." Dai-Chan did not look very comfortable with the idea of having his mom live at the castle, "What is she were to say 'no'?". He asked, furrowing his brow and cocking his head.

Satoshi smiled and replied, "Then we will need to take you by force, Dai-Chan." He said this with such joy that the red head wondered if he liked to hurt people. Who would like something like that? And, did he just say "we"? Why didn't he say "I"?

"OK..." The boy got up and, as he dusted off his already dirty brown pants he asked with a curious tone "I...uh. I don't mean to be rude Sir, but why did you say 'we' instead of 'I'?" It was an uncommon mistake to mix up words like that if you came from the castle.

Shock ran through the boy's face for a split second as he though to himself, I need to fix this, fast, or he will get suspicious of me. Soon enough, his face was calm again and he told the red head, "Oh, I am terribly sorry if I confused you, but when I said we I meant we as in me and the rest of the castle. We will take you by force if you do not come to the castle with me." The golden eyed boy did not mean to put emphasis on the word, but he was uncomfortable with the boy's perception; he only wanted to grab the boy and go back to the castle to Takehsi, where he knew that he would be safe.

"Oh. OK. Well I'm going to go and ask my mom about this." Dai-Chan replied, still uncertain about his hair color. He stood up and was about to head upstairs when he commented, foot on the stair case, "By the way, your hair was blue when you walked in here, was it not?". He sounded much more certain about what he was saying; he ran up the stair case.

Satoshi had quickly walked out of the house and toward a puddle he had seen on the way toward there; it was actually a little ways away from the house, but still in the woods; when he found it, the boy was shocked. He did indeed not have blue hair anymore. Instead, he had blonde hair; the hair was still the same style, but none-the-less, it was blonde instead of blue. When did this happen? There must be a problem.

Why is your hair blonde instead of blue like it is supposed to be? The other part of himself asked. He sounded quite confused, which was completely understandable, but if anyone saw him with blonde hair, they would get really suspicious of him. Looking at himself in the puddle, he started turning back to normal. His eyes flashed and were suddenly blue and his hair faded back to blue; it was almost as if someone were pouring blue dye into his hair with a bucket.

"Why was my hair blonde-golden?" The blue eyed Satoshi asked his other self, still staring into the pool of water in front of him.

How am I supposed to know the answer to such a question? His other self said with a layer of annoyance in his voice. Inside his head, he crossed his arms and said, I think you were trying to will yourself back, so upon instinct I force you further into the back of your head, Satoshi, therefore the outside of your body changes to suit me. If this had gone on any longer, I probably would have taken complete control over your punny little body.

The blue eyed Satoshi was silent for a few moments before he said, "Why did I need to get this curse?" He said it in more of a whisper. He looked at the ground, a sad, but almost blank expression on his face.

Master Satoshi, do you really think that I am a curse? The voice inside Satoshi's head was silent for a moment, awaiting an answer from the boy, but when he didn't reply, he spoke again, Aren't I the one who protects you? Am I not the one who takes most of the pain for you? If I am a curse, then why do I care for you so much? If I am such a curse, then why do you pretend to like me? The last sentence was more of a yell, rather than a question. The blonde boy inside Satoshi had a sudden shock when he said those last words. He remembered somebody yelling that same thing at him, but he couldn't remember how long ago it was...

Satoshi stood, his golden eyes full of hate that was hidden behind fear. He was in someone's room. It looked vaguely like the Prince's room, but it was hard to tell because it was so fuzzy. He had a sudden jolt of defiance and energy inside of him.

"Why do you even want me as your servant? You are cruel and cold-hearted! You yell at me all the time, even when I do something right! You treat me worse than any servant could possible be treated! You are a Curse!" The boy had his left hand in a fist, held up to his chest and his other hand was spread out as he sliced through the air when he called the prince a curse. The gesture of slicing his hand meant that he wanted no more yelling, or hitting. He was sick of all the abuse. Why did he have to be the Prince's servant? Could not somebody else take his place?

He glared at the Prince with short pale brown hair. He showed hatred, but in reality, he was absolutely terrified of this boy. He may be younger than him, but that wouldn't stop the Prince from badly hurting him. He was hit on a daily bases and he was the one who took the blows instead of Master Satoshi. Satoshi's fragile mind would never be able to handle this amount of abuse. The golden eyed boy's body shook just a little bit from fear.

The Prince gave an irritated smirk and eyed his pitiful servant, crossing his arms over his chest he yelled, "You dare say such words to your master, servant?" He now turned his head to watch the fear seep into his servant's eyes. He raised his hand high into the air and brought it down to slap his servant, but out of instinct and reflex, Satoshi blocked his face with an X motion from his arms. "Tch." The Prince said, "You are forbidden to block out my punishments to you, Servant. That is the castle rule."

The blue eyed boy spoke, a hint of terror in his voice, "Prince, I like you, I like you a lot and... I am sorry that I broke the castle rule. Please forgive me for my yelling." When the Prince saw that his servant still had his arms up, he grit his teeth and continued, "If you think that I am such a curse, then why do you pretend to like me? Fine then. I'll teach you not to defy me." And, with that, he roughly grabbed the blue eyed Satoshi's arm and threw him onto his bed.

Was that a memory? Was the Prince truly like that? No, that couldn't have possible been the prince. The prince was much nicer than that. The boy inside Satoshi sat in fear, wondering how he could ever forget something that. Did Master Satoshi really need to go through that because of him? He may have taken the hits to the face, but that was the one day he didn't protect Satoshi. How in the name of every god that had ever existed could he have forgotten something like that? How could he have yelled at Satoshi in such a way.

Master Satoshi? He said, trying to get the blue headed boy's attention. He felt so horrible about the way he had yelled at Master Satoshi like that. As the boy thought about that memory to himself, he realized that Satoshi wasn't answering him. Satoshi? Are you there? He asked. An idea then occurred to him.

The boy willed himself to take over Satoshi's body so that he could get his Master's attention. But, instead of succeeding, as he normally did, he was faced with a hard steal wall. Why was Satoshi blocking him out? He knew that he may have yelled at the boy, but that was to be expected when someone got angry, was it not?

Satoshi! Listen to me, gods damn you! He yelled to Satoshi. He felt frustrated, although frantic. His breathing was slightly heavier and he felt rejected. Was his relationship with Satoshi broken? No. If that were the case, then Satoshi would turn out like every other host: hateful, resentful and cruel. Just when he was contemplating locking himself in the back of Satoshi's mind, he heard someone.

What do you want...? It was indeed Master Satoshi; no one else he knew had such a depressed voice. Why do you want to talk to me...? You probably just think that I am a punny host who means nothing to you... Unlike other days where they had small arguments, Satoshi felt tears sting his eyes. He started to sob; why did everyone hate him? He was nice and good and non-violent. So why did everyone seem to hate him?

At the sound of Master Satoshi's words, the blonde boy fell silent. Why did Satoshi think that everyone hated him? He had overheard people at the castle say wonderful things about Master Satoshi. So he said to him, I'm... I'm sorry, Satoshi. I am so sorry for making you go through that kind of torture. And Satoshi? The people at the castle love you. I'm the one they hate. I think Takeshi knows that we are two different people too, and that is probably why he seems to favor you over me. You're really nice and-

Even if he is the only one who knows that, the other people at the castle do not and we can't tell them because they will throw us in the dungeons. You know what they call me at the- Now it was the blonde boy's turn to cut Satoshi off.

Yes, I know what they call you, Satoshi. I'm inside your head, remember? They call you many different things; they call you 'The Prince's Mutt', 'Defying Idiot', 'Split Servant'. Satoshi, they call you many different things, but that is all mainly my fault. Now, Can we get back to this at another time? We need to go and pick up the red-headed boy from his house. The blonde boy was being very calm about all of this, but the reason he was being calm at the moment was only because he wanted to get back to the castle and hide in a dark corner of his room, envying the Niwa boy for becoming Takeshi's new personal servant.

Before the blue-headed boy could reply, his eyes flashed gold and they were walking in the dark to the house where Dai-Chan would possibly be waiting for them. They had been gone quite a while. The boy could already be asleep for all they knew.

"Oh, Dai-Chan! Working at the castle is a magnificent idea!" squealed a woman with short, light brown hair. She had light brown eyes to match her hair and she was wearing an odd green outfit. It was the same clothes you would find on any woman there in town, but it was all green; a simple long green skirt and a kimono-sleeved light green shirt. Over her attire, she wore an almost white apron, but there was a tiny hint of very pale green in it. She hugged her son very tightly, spinning around on her heel.

"OK, Mom, OK." He paused, trying to inhale. "I can't... breathe...". When his mother did release him from her death grip, and he had gotten enough air into his lungs to speak, he added to his news, "The boy who came by said that they would even let you stay at the castle. But, that's only if you wanted to... uh..." He wasn't sure what would happen next. His mother did hate the castle and mostly everything inside of it, but she might still want to be close to him while he was away; to put it simply, it was a fifty-fifty chance that Dai-Chan's mom would actually consider moving into the castle.

"As much as I would love to be with you, I can't live at that disgusting place." She smiled at him and added, "I'll help you pack!" She walked into her son's room and started packing his things in brown bags. There were his clothes, his picture's and, of course, a pure black outfit that was specifically made for a future event. Emiko kept up her smile as she scurried around Dai-Chan's room.

"Remember Dai-Chan," she said as she grabbed Dai-Chan's bunny and handed it to him, "With will help you when you 'meet' Dark." she smiled at Dai-Chan "oh! And don't forget this." Emiko ran down the stairs and looked around. No one was there, good.

She hurriedly walked over to the maple cabinet in the bottom corner of the room. She rummaged through her apron and tool out a key. She put the dark key in and click, the cabinet was opened. She set aside a few plain looking boxes and soon enough there were more than ten boxes stacked around her. Now the bottom of the cabinet was visible and on the floor of it was a little door. She grabbed the strap sticking out of the edge and pulled up. paloof dust clouded everything inside the cabinet. After Emiko shooed away the dust, she moved aside some hay and there was another trap door, this time smaller. She lifted the little door and inside it on top of some hay was a small necklace with a white ribbon.

The necklace was small, but it would fit around Dai-Chan's neck. The white ribbon was from Dai-Chan's father and the little ornament on the necklace, a black wing and a mahogany wing, were given to them by an old friend's mother. It was pretty much a protecting charm. The two little wings were hand carved from some type of stone and the white ribbon was given out of love. There was no other charm more powerful than that.

Dai-Chan's mother stepped over all the boxes and hurried back upstairs. She plopped the necklace into her child's hand.

The red head looked at the necklace piece in his hand and asked, "What is it?"

Emiko gladly answered him, "That is a present given to us from an old friend. It will protect you when you are at the castle." She looked at her only son, "Oh, Dai-Chan honey, I'll miss you when you're gone!" she said as she hugged Dai-Chan tightly. When she finally put him down, her face looked serious. She waged her finger toward Dai-Chan "Keep that charm with you at all times. If anything happens there, at the castle, I don't care what they say, I want you to get back here with With. I know you are capable of it"

Dai-Chan nodded. He picked up his pack and started down the stairs when his mother said, "Don't forget these!" And she was running down the staircase toward him with a bag of something. She stopped in front of him and held out the bag. "I know you will need your artist supplies. Your father and his friends hand made them for you, remember?" she asked.

"Oh! Thanks, Mom." Dai-Chan's face went from surprised to happy as he took the brown-strap bag, "I almost forgot."

Soon enough, there was knocking on the door. Surely it was the odd man from the castle. Emiko sighed and quickly put all of the boxes away and locked the maple cabinet once more. She looked at her Dai-Chan and hugged him.

"I'll miss you, Dai-Chan." She told him simply.

Dai-Chan hugged her back, "I'll miss you too Mom."

The red-headed boy opened the door as his mother ran back upstairs. Of course, it was the blue haired boy form earlier. His hair was back to normal. The blue-haired servant looked at him with hatred for the briefest moment and then smiled at him as he asked, "Are you ready to go to the castle?"

When Dai-Chan nodded, they were off into the night and Dai-Chan was wondering exactly why the prince would want some one like him as a servant.