"Young master? Young master Daisuke?" Argentine knocked on the bedroom door.
"Come in." A faint voice reached his ears.
Argentine took that queue and opened the door.
"Young master Daisuke, the mistress is calling for y-… Young master?"
The room was empty and the balcony door was left open. The curtain swayed with the easy breeze flowing into the room. It was a peaceful Saturday morning.
Argentine ventured to the balcony and found the young master sitting down on the balcony in a relaxed manner, with his back against the wall. He was staring upwards. The blonde then turned to see the beautiful cerulean sky.
It had rained the night before and ruined the rest of the dance party.
"Argentine."
"Yes, young master?"
"What was Quolia like?"
"…"
The sudden question had caught him off guard.
"She…" Argentine could felt himself choking on his words. "Quolia… She was meant to always be by my side."
Argentine looked up at the faraway sky.
"Our creator… one of the descendants of the Hikari family… a great fan over the ancient art piece known as the Black Wings…"
"The Black Wings?!"
"Yes."
The world had seemed to spin slightly faster today.
"He was inspired… and decided to create Quolia and I… but he found us a failure in his eyes…" At that, Argentine was evidently despondent. "We could never compare to their glory… and much less what was intended upon completion…"
Daisuke could only stare.
Argentine gave a sad smile.
"Do you know? Quolia… was modeled after the Black Wings."
"…?!"
That statement took both the redhead aback.
"What do you mean?"
Argentine cocked his head to the side and wanted to clarify what their query was about, but could not find the words.
"And you…? What about you?"
"I…"
"Argentine! Daisuke!"
"Uh oh! Mom is calling!"
Today, the Harada sisters were invited to the Niwa household for a chat. Dad did most of the talking. Daisuke mostly sat there, affirming question to which the pair of twins would ask him.
Dark was sound still sound asleep.
"Leave me be… for the time being, Daisuke… I need some time… I will recover, I promise…"
Daisuke sure hoped so.
He did not take much interest in the Harada sisters' exclamations, nor their confusion.
Did Dark heard the conversation he had with Argentine?
Most likely not. Daisuke tried calling him in his mind but it seems like Dark is sound asleep.
"Niwa-kun!" Daisuke was snapped back to reality by the two identical female faces in front of him. "Call him out!"
"You mean, Dark? He's asleep."
"What? Why?"
"Ever since the night of the dance, he had been trying to recover…"
"Oh…"
The girls were obviously disappointed. They must have something they wanted to ask him. Daisuke had questions he would like to ask as well.
If Quolia was designed after Dark… then Argentine… with his blond hair and everything…
It would be a good idea to ask Dad.
For one, Daisuke wondered if it was a good thing to be thinking of all these when the two Harada twins were so bothered over the issue of him and Dark being in the same body… but somehow, it had lifted some kind of weight upon his shoulders that he never knew had been there.
They seemed troubled now, staring at each other…
Daisuke did not need to ask to find out what was on their mind.
Sisters.
What do you do when you find out the one you love is the same person that your sister loves?
But in this case, it is more like… what do you do when you find out that the person you love shares the same body with another person whom your sister is in love with?
Argentine observed their troubled faces and wondered if his had matched theirs. That night when young master Daisuke had returned… That distinctive energy that still lingered around his chest where he had been shot… It definitely was…
… Quolia!