Wednesday: Day three

Takeshi walked into class with yet another smug grin on his face, though a large red mark also adorned his face. Mio entered seconds later, in a better mood than the last few days, but holding what seemed to be a spray bottle in her hand. Obviously she wasn't using it to water plants...

Niwa watched as Mio placed her hand suggestively on the reporter's shoulder, though Takeshi didn't appear scared. He looked victorious.

"They must be getting along." Niwa mumbled. He looked to his partner. Satoshi was writing in his black book, shoulders crunched in an unnatural position, face contorted in a look akin to pain.

"Hiwatari... You look really tense. Can I give you a massage?" The redhead asked, expecting to be turned down by a "that's nonsense", though Satoshi agreed silently. Daisuke pulled Aiko from his lap and placed her on Satoshi's, earning a frown as the teen wrote.

Niwa stood behind his partner, paying special attention to where his eyes were straying. He didn't want to be nosy and peak at what being written. After several seconds of stretching his hands, Daisuke gently gripped the teen's shoulders. He heard the release of breath accompanied by two short, muffled gasps.

Taking this as a good sign, Niwa continued. He smoothed his hands on the other's back, crawling up in the most sensual way. Hiwatari sighed in pleasure. He obviously did not indulge in massages enough.

"Niwa..." The bluenette called in the most erotic tone ever used, the most emotion he ever used.

The teacher walked in at that moment, witnessing her only male partnership succumbing to the desire of blasphemy. "Niwa Daisuke and Hiwatari Satoshi, you have Thursday detention!" She instantly yelled.

The two males looked at her with intent to kill, questionable looks sent from Hell itself.

"You're journals were lacking." Her excuse was juvenile. But who was she dealing with? Homosexual delinquents, worse than juveniles.

Takeshi waved to them, pointing to himself and Mio. It seeemed like they had recieved one also.

"Class, I would have to point out that this is not real life. This class is not meant to teach you how to procreate." She glared at Takeshi for a moment, then redirected her gaze towards the entire class.

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"Thursday detention... My mom's going to kill me." Niwa sighed, anxiously stepping into his house. Hiwatari stood directly beside him; his mood did nothing to ease Daisuke's worry, only instigated it further. Ignoring the incessant traps meant to aid him to become the perfect theif, Niwa stormed through them all, leaving Satoshi at the door holding the plastic doll away from himself..

He stopped at the beginning of the stairs and pressed a button sitting in plain sight, though merited for its stealth. Electricity around the entry disappeared, and with a silent motion, Daisuke ordered Satoshi to follow him. "Mom!" The boy called. Only until he stepped into the kitchen did he see her petting Wiz, sitting very comfortably in a chair near the table.

"What's wrong, honey?" Emiko instantly looked to the Hikari, discerning any looks of guilt.

"We got Thursday detentions... Because our teacher thinks we're homosexuals." Though a slight blush rose to his face, Niwa was not detered, "She's unfair."

"Well..." Emiko quickly gauged reactions, "Are you dating?"

"Of course not!" Daisuke all but screamed. His mom looked to him with suspicion.

"I'll have a talk with your teacher. She'll probably agree having Hikari as a partner is a bad idea."

Niwa grabbed onto Hiwatari's arm possesively, "No. He's the best partner I could ask for."

Satoshi pressed his face into Daisuke's red spikes, taming and making them submit. Niwa giggled and pushed against the teen's chest, though Hiwatari's arms encased him.

"Eh..." Emiko stared at her son and ingrained enemy. Shaking her head, she waved them away. "Just... go away...."

While Daisuke meandered to his room, still hanging onto Hiwatari who still held the baby, Emiko began to wonder exactly when her son would understand.

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"Boys! Dinner!" Emiko screamed. However, despite her attempts, there was no acknowledging response. Shaking her head with an insufferable sigh, Emiko climbed the stairs and neared Daisuke's room. Though sounds emitting from his room startled and nearly stopped her journey.

"Mm... Niwa... You're so good..." Hikari's voice moaned.

"You're really tight. You must not do this often." Niwa's childish tone groaned. Emiko stared ahead, wondering whether to open the door or not. What she expected to see was something her mind could not compute. Her son... on top?

Not like she had thought about her son having gay sex.... But he seemed to take after her, his mother, in more than one respect.

Choosing that knowing the truth rather than assuming was better, Emiko opened the door a peak, realized what was happening, and slammed the door open. Her son sat straddling Hikari's back while rubbing the tense surface he rested on. Niwa looked to his mother with a smile, briefly stopping the massage session, "Mom?"

"Dinner's done." Emiko walked down stairs, fogetting the situation in her mind, though that image was better than what she thought it was.

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Dark landed outside the room containing the sought for Giri Ujiri. Looking around, he was surprised to see the commander was missing, though Satoshi did have the baby so anything was possible.

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Hiwatari saw the phantom theif walking ever leisurely towards the Giri Ujiri. The familiar pain of seeing Dark rose in his chest, where Aiko pressed against his body, caging it in. He did not want to bring Aiko. The thing was unnecessary in life and was only a hindrance when it came to Dark. But he did agree with Daisuke that he would be in charge of her at night.

The theif neared the item. Satoshi looked at him, studying his every move. No doubt he would snatch the sculpture and run. Since that was the case, he needed to get to Dark before that could happen. Making an observant decision, Hiwatari managed the doll in both hands.

Dark was reaching...

Quickly, Satoshi set the thing on the floor, freeing his hands for the soon-to-come battle. He took a step foreward. Another. Dark was directly in front of him, still moving at his own pace, and the pressure in Satoshi's chest suddenly increased.

Krad wanted out.

The commander clutched his chest, willing the urge to subside. Though in that instant as he failed and Krad burst into existence, Aiko's shrieks of dissonance wailed out, almost sensing her surogate father being tormented. Shredding agony permeated through his being as Dark turned around and witnessed bloody white wings shooting out of Hiwatari, his cries of pain joined Aiko's and sang a duet of grief.

Dark's first reaction was to take the sculpture and run. Though Daisuke continued screaming something about Hiwatari. With three different sources of yelling, Dark sought to end at least one. Niwa forced control and immediately bounded to Satoshi's aching side.

The sight of Daisuke cooled Satoshi a bit, though Krad's presence still grew.

"N-Niwa, get out... of here...." Hiwatari commanded through clenched teeth. Although Daisuke didn't want to follow these orders and thought of how to help. "Get the thing and leave!"

Hearing a level of anger, Daisuke obeyed. Picking up Aiko, and letting Dark take control, he jumped out of the window, but not before he stole the Giri Ujiri.

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Satoshi stumbled into the entry of his apartment, weary and exhausted like every other Dark fiasco. His shirt scraped against reopened wounds on his back, allowing a dangerous ammount of blood to pour freely. Peeling it off without shame, finally he was in a place that modesty didn't matter, Hiwatari fought his way upstairs.

The teen crashed into his bedroom door, content that it was open for once, and stopped in confusion.

Daisuke lay on the bed, cuddled with Aiko in his arms, curled in a ball sleeping no where near peacefully. The scene was enough to dull Hiwatari's pain if only for a few seconds. The moment Satoshi took another step, towards the bathroom, Daisuke opened his eyes, worry immediately on his face.

"Are you okay?" The boy cried out, jumping out of the bed- after carefully placing Aiko on the fluffy bed.

Hiwatari mumbled and then continued to the bathroom. Once there, Daisuke caught on that he planned to wash his back of the coagulated blood and raw form of infection. Satoshi sat on the edge of the tub, setting his glasses next to him, rubbing his eyes lethargically.

Niwa cleaned the large gashes in his back. Though as he attempted to wash some away, he was startled to notice that they were all scars. Even the blood seaping out of new wounds were old scars. Krad was a monster. Satoshi did not deserve this torture.

When Hiwatari's skin was cleansed, the commander struggled to his bed silently, ignoring any help offered by Niwa. He flopped down, face down, his battle scars airing out. Daisuke shut off the light and climbed into bed, under the covers, pulling Aiko to him. Somewhere in his sleep, Niwa got the vague impression that someone was thanking him.

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Niwa Daisuke Journal Entry 2:

I think Hiwatari's depending on me more. Although that is good, he's not changing any when it comes to Aiko. He still thinks of her as a burden. One step at a time though. For right now, I'm just glad my touch can bring him pleasure. I'll practice more though, to make sure he isn't lying.
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Sorry for the delay. A LOT has happened in the few months. Just now I'm starting to breathe a little. So tell me if you like it! If you have any requests, I look forward to them and will try my best to put them in.

Thank you all!!