Chapter 2 – Ore wa kentou suru tomatte iru kimasen. 俺は敢闘為るとまっているきません.
"Satoshi-kun! Matte!"
Satoshi heard Daisuke call out for him to come back, but as much as he wanted to he knew he couldn't. Racing out of the art room and down one of the long hallways of the school, Satoshi was glad that it was so long after school that most people were gone or outdoors. Clutching his heart as he ran, Satoshi made it as far away from Daisuke as he possibly could before he stopped and slumped against the wall in an empty classroom.
You can't fight me forever, Satoshi-sama. Krad's sardonic voice sounded in his head and he fought harder for control over his body. Now was definitely not the time to lose this ongoing battle.
I will never willingly let you take control of my body so long as I'm alive. Satoshi replied silently, grinding his teeth together as he fought Krad off. All he was responded with was the sound of laughter devoid of happiness.
Whatever you say, Satoshi-sama. Krad replied darkly, and suddenly the pain was gone. Satoshi remained hunched against the wall, breathing heavily as he attempted to regain his composure. He reveled in the closest thing to alone he had known since his fourteenth birthday, and when he was satisfied that Krad had indeed gone he grabbed his school bag from a desk in the far left corner of the room and walked out.
The exit he chose to take was on the opposite side of the school from the art room, as he didn't want to chance going near Daisuke again so soon. Quickly leaving the school behind, Satoshi walked at a fairly brisk pace through the city's winding streets until he found himself standing in front of his own front door.
Sighing in relief at the familiar sight, Satoshi unlocked the door and walked inside. He took his shoes off in the entryway and walked through to the living room where he quickly discarded his school bag before walking upstairs to his bedroom. The blue-haired boy crawled onto his bed and sprawled out on his back, staring at the ceiling blankly for a moment before his mind began to wander. Only then did he allow himself to think of Daisuke, when he was in a position where Krad could do nothing to hurt the other boy. He had planned it all out; made sure no one would be in the art room that day. Delivered the message to Daisuke himself so that no one else knew where they would be. The one thing he hadn't counted on was Daisuke returning the kiss and his feelings going rampant until he could barely fend Krad off.
Satoshi had only wanted a single kiss; just once he wanted to be alone with Daisuke and not have to hide the way he felt. Yet, Daisuke had kissed him back. Wincing as his mind strayed toward thoughts that he knew he could never experience for himself; Satoshi rolled over onto one side and curled up into a comforting ball.
"Daisuke." The name rang out into the silence of the house, even as quiet as it had been said, and Satoshi let his mind wander back to the art room and the kiss they had shared. A sudden buzzing sound off to one side of the bed caught his attention, and with an almost inaudible sigh he rolled over and glared at the offending cell phone. The number displayed on the front was that of Detective Saehara, and Satoshi glared at it a moment longer before picking it up to answer. As soon as it connected, the voice on the other line hurried into an explanation.
"Commander, Dark sent out another notice. He's going to steal the Maiden's Hope tonight at 6pm." Satoshi nodded and quickly replied, "I'll be there." Hanging up the phone without waiting for a reply, he sighed and collapsed back onto his bed with the cell phone still clutched in his right hand. Glancing at it quickly, he noted it was already 5:15 and yet he sprawled out on his back once more. Just as he began to relax once more, the phone vibrated in his hand and he quickly glared at it for interrupting his peace while he had it. At first he didn't mean to even look at the number, guessing that it was only Detective Saehara calling back, but after a few moments his curiosity got the better of him.
As he caught sight of the number of the caller he froze, and his heart began pounding in his chest. "Daisuke." The blue-haired boy said softly, reading the name aloud. He's calling me he thought to himself, and as the phone continued to vibrate he threw it across the room with such force that it hit the wall with a loud crack.
Aww, Satoshi-sama. Are you regretting what you did? Krad's unwelcome voice popped up again in his head, but Satoshi tried to ignore him. You can't take back what you did, and now you've given little Dai-chan false hopes. You should be ashamed of yourself. Again that cruel laughter filled the boy's mind, nearly driving him to the edge of insanity. It was bad enough to have a conscience, but to have a homicidal blonde angel residing in your head made the regret ten times worse. Quickly standing up beside the bed, Satoshi threw a punch at the nearest wall and was ironically satisfied with the crack that echoed through the room. Anything that Krad might've said was completely drowned out by Satoshi's anger as he walked out of the room and back downstairs.
Stuffing his feet back into his tennis shoes, Satoshi hurried out the door and barely remembered to lock the door behind him. His knuckles on his right hand had cracked and bled when he hit the wall, but he ignored it. Instead he concentrated on each step as he walked through town toward the museum. It was quite a long walk, but the fresh air soon calmed his anger enough that he could hear Krad's voice again much to his dismay. Poor little Dai-chan, now he'll be stuck with Dark forever considering you'll never admit you like him. Satoshi glared forward at nothin in particular though it was obviously aimed at Krad. Shut up, Krad. He replied shortly, promptly ignoring the blonde angel.
By the time he reached the museum the sun had nearly set but he was unsure of what time it was. Glancing around he noted the defenses the police had set up and shook his head. No matter what they did Dark was near impossible to catch, and unfortunately Satoshi had found that without Krad it would always be impossible. But Krad was unreliable, rebellious. Satoshi couldn't count on him to do anything he asked, so here he was again attempting to do the impossible. He only hoped that one day this would end one way or another and he could simply pass on the task to someone else.
"Commander, you made it just in time." Detective Saehara called out, walking forward to greet Satoshi and interrupting his thoughts. Immediately afterward he regretted it, for Satoshi turned that glare on him and he knew it hadn't been a good day for the boy. Attempting to act as though he didn't notice, Saehara went on with barely a pause. "Come, it's only five minutes to six and we wouldn't want to be late." Without a word Satoshi followed him to the front entrance of the museum and spent the last five minutes before Dark's arrival listening to he detective go on about how his plans this time were perfect. Of course, Satoshi didn't agree with him considering it was Dark they were trying to capture, but he nodded as though he agreed and feigned interest in Saehara's ramblings until at last they spotted Dark in the sky above them.
As the police went about their individual plans in a futile attempt to capture Dark, Satoshi made his way past all of them and into the museum itself. There were guards posted along the hallways leading to the Maiden's Hope, but Satoshi knew they wouldn't do any good. Making his way through the winding halls of the museum, Satoshi eventually found himself standing in front of the Maiden's Hope and stared at it for a moment in shock. It looked to be a rather ordinary—if ornate—double-sided mirror, with finely wrought silver framing it. Of course, being a Hikari creation it had to have some sort of magical property to it, otherwise why would Dark bother trying to steal it? After a few moment of admiring the mirror, Satoshi heard footsteps behind him and knew immediately who they belonged to. The idiotic police hadn't posted any guards within the chamber itself in the hopes that they could stop him from getting there in the first place, but it obviously hadn't worked.
"You're late." The blue-haired boy called out, causing the black-winged angel behind him to smirk cunningly. "I didn't know you were waiting, otherwise I might've gotten here earlier." Dark smoothly replied, letting a hint of sarcasm slip into his voice. Satoshi turned around to face him and found him but a few paces away. He desperately wanted to either take a step back or tackle the angel in an attempt to cuff him. While he was still contemplating which to do, Dark closed the space between them until they stood nearly face-to-face.
"I'll be taking this." He commented, reaching around Satoshi to grab the mirror. Acting on instinct, Satoshi whirled around in the circle of Dark's arms and took hold of the mirror as well. As soon as Satoshi's hands likewise came into contact with the silver etching around the border of the mirror everything around him went black. The last thing he could remember was falling backward, the mirror still clutched in his grasp.
(Author's Note:
The chapter title is supposed to mean something along the lines of 'I will never stop fighting.' And I used the rather arrogant word for I 'ore' on purpose, because Satoshi wouldn't really care to be polite to Krad and that's who the statement was aimed at.
Ok again, the Japanese may be wrong but I found a really helpful site so I hope it isn't. This chapter seems kinda slow, and sorry but it's kinda a filler chapter. Ah well, I liked getting inside Satoshi's head. Bit of a cliffhanger too, but this story is moving pretty fast so I have a feeling you wont have to wait long for the next chapter.
TheFutureMrs.HaruSohma: Thank you for the compliment! It only took me one day to update :D and uh… heh, I such at titles. No but really, I'll probably make one when I'm done with the story or somewhere along the way, as to me it seems easier when you know what happens. )