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Here me all ye beings. Henceforth, shall there be no more yaoi and thee have been warned. But have no fear! Doth be much "fluff" as thou would call it so. Doth shall we continue. (Don't ask me why I'm doing the weird – and horribly bad – speech, just felt like it...XD)
So, I'm sure you guys are really mad at me. See, I have absolutely no excuse for being three months late in updating. If you're mad, then you're mad. I can only say sorry and I do hope you guys forgive me. But I can't say such a thing won't happen again…
However, being a bit late after three months is not my fault. Stupid uploading thing wn't let me upload the documents. I got dang annoyed and nearly trashed my computer. The stupid thing wouldn't let me upload anything! grumble…grumble
Here's the next chapter. Enjoy.
Chapter 6 : Explanations and a Nightly Walk
Krad had turned back into Satoshi's body but kept control as he went to tell the teacher that the head prefect was having a headache, therefore not being able to come down to eat lunch. The teacher had said she would send up some for afterwards.
Once he returned, he immediately reverted into his own form and took a look at the still body lying on the bed.
Dark had finally stopped crying but he had been unresponsive since then. He only laid still staring at the wall. Even when Wiz, his beloved familiar, had come up to him to nuzzle at his face, the thief had not even glanced at the animal. His eyes were glazed indicating that he was in some sort of daze that he was finding hard to snap out of.
That is, if he was even trying.
Krad had tried to get him to eat but Dark did not even open his mouth. The angel had finally given up and opted to sit next to him, watching worriedly and hoping that Niwa would try and wake him from whatever he had been sucked into.
The red-head meanwhile, was recovering quickly since he only felt the memories instead of the real thing itself. He did not feel even a tenth of what Dark felt and he knew this well. Once he was strong enough, he tried to talk to his silent alter-ego.
/Dark?/
No answer. But Daisuke knew he was right there, hovering above him somewhere. Around him was only darkness and he knew the thief was hiding in his namesake.
/Dark, answer me!/
Silence.
Daisuke tried to reach into the darkness but a hand shot out of it to stop his arm. He stilled and drew it back. The hand retreated. He tried to move but the same hand stopped him again.
/Dark?/ he called hesitantly.
Not a sound that could be heard besides the echo of his voice and breathing. Daisuke's eyes widened.
That was not his breathing he heard. It belonged to a second person that stood beyond him. And he suspected who it was.
/Dark!/ he called desperately. /I know you're there! Answer me!/
But none was forthcoming.
The red-head wrapped his arms around himself and shivered. He felt cold. The awful guilt was making him feel cold. It was his fault that Dark had become like this. He had insisted to bring on those terrible memories. And because of his stubbornness, Dark was gone in his own world, uncertain if he would come back.
/Dark…/ he whispered, voice cracking. /I'm so sorry/
He began to weep silently, the tears flowing smoothly down his cheeks and into his shirt. He did not attempt to comfort himself at all.
He looked up at the darkness and reached out again, somehow knowing that if he embraced it, he would be lost in sweet oblivion.
Instead of one, two arms slid out and pushed him back before disappearing. And Daisuke knew that these arms belonged to Dark.
He tried again and again to go into the black depth but each time the hands stopped him. Finally, he lunged into it and succeeded in dispersing half his body. He was beginning to feel sleepy.
But out of nowhere, a body slid out opposite him and pulled him back. He blinked up at the form of Dark who had finally come out of hiding.
/It worked/ he said, smiling a little. Dark set him down.
/Why can't you just leave me alone?/ he spoke harshly. /Haven't you done enough damage? Can't you just let me go away?!/
/No/ Daisuke shook his head, not allowing the sting of those words to penetrate him. He knew Dark only said them to get him away. But it would not work.
/Why?/ Dark repeated.
/Dark…I'm sorry for bringing those memories back up/ said Daisuke sorrowfully. He really did not want his alter-ego to get hurt because of him.
Dark was silent for a moment. /It's not your fault, Dai-chan/ he said finally, sighing.
Daisuke's heart leaped up. Dark had called him Dai-chan!
/I locked those memories away/ the thief said quietly, looking away. /I never expected them to break loose/
/Was it because Krad kissed you?/
/I suppose that might've have something to do with it/ Dark replied. /But still, they shouldn't have come out at all/
/Dark…/ the red-head said gently. /The only way to get better, is to talk about it/
/It's not that easy!/ the violet-haired youth said. /It…it hurts so bad…I can't face it…/
/You have to! It could be the only way you'll get over it/
/I…I guess you're right/
And Dark began to tell the story of when a life before the Black Wings.
(A/ N: Please take note, since this is only fiction, it means I can write whatever I want. So the sketchy history below will be before Dark was created in the 'Black Wings'. Don't ask why, I don't want to explain my peculiar mind. Please, just accept it. An explanation will be forthcoming in the future)
.x.
He was escaping from stealing another interesting artwork, when he had accidentally rushed into a big guy. He, for some strange reason, decided to stop and help the guy up. The man immediately asked for his name and shyly, Dark had told him. Thus, their relationship was built.
The man, whose name was Dane, insisted on seeing Dark as much as he could. Despite the obvious danger, Dark did so. Soon, they became involved romantically and Dark forsook his thieving life.
He brought Dane to a property that he owned and they lived there together. Happily as well, in the former thief's opinion. They soon became engaged after Dane had taken Dark's virginity. Dark was living in bliss for he loved Dane more than his own life.
One of Dark's acquaintances, a voluptuous girl called Edith, constantly flirted with Dane to Dark's knowledge. But the thief neither cared nor did anything since he was confident that Dane loved him just as much as he himself cared for Dane.
Unfortunately, he never saw the bored looks and the less than enthusiastic responses to his remarks and declaration of deep affection. Nor did he see how Edith always looked happier and how Dane seemed to be paying him less attention.
One day Dane announced that he would be going off since he was called by his uncle to join him in war. Dark, who knew much about the war that was raging outside his neutral lands, protested but the raven-haired man was adamant. He was going.
So Dark asked for one last kiss which ended in a last lovemaking on his side.
Then, barely a few weeks after he left, news came that Dane had fallen in battle. Dark had been heartbroken but a far more horrible surprise was awaiting him the next day. Edith insisted on seeing him and finally the former thief complied.
They had met in his study and over tea; she had dropped the bomb. The pregnant girl had told him of her affair with his lover. Already emotionally unstable, Dark could not believe her even though a nagging instinct told him he should. He had invited her to stay until her baby was born. Only then, would he believe her.
So the whole household waited for three months, most praying and hoping for one thing. Finally, the day came and a new life was brought into the world. When the infant was brought to him, Dark saw the truth…and he was unable to handle it.
His housemaid found his bed empty the next morning. She informed the guards and the rest of the servants but no one could find him. A small boy, the son of one of the cooks, said he had checked Master Dark's secret cellar and found that the clothing, artifacts and devices were all missing. The things Dark had used in his life as a thief.
The caretakers of Dark's property left since the owner was not there anymore. If their beloved master was gone, why should they stay? The property had been locked up and it soon crumbled of old age. Edith left with her newborn child and no one ever heard from her again.
Dark had, in fact, cast a spell upon himself so his body would disintegrate and his soul would disappear. The pain was too much for him to handle and he could not bear it any longer. He would prefer ceasing to exist than be reminded and haunted every single second of his now meaningless life.
But, a mere century later, a young artist by the name of Hikari decided to create a majestic painting to highlight the true meaning of Light and Dark. Hikari, one who had craved love but would never be able to gain it from the one he needed, crafted a wonder that reflected his dying spirit.
The painting was named the Black Wings and it was such an awe-striking art piece that it had succeeded in capturing the heart of another youth by the name of Niwa. Niwa, one who craved to have something created by he whom he desired but would never have, came and sensed the true power of a Hikari artwork.
And so, with reluctance, he sealed the painting that was the pride of Hikari with the power that was the pride of Niwa, stealing it away and forever tying their futures together.
The Black Wings was eventually retrieved by the Hikaris but it was too late. The sealing had done the job that had never existed. But none knew of the power of the painting and it had somehow recreated two dead spirits and drawn them into itself.
Thus was born two beings of ethereal beauty, both who reflected the true reason of the creation of Black Wings. Thus, Krad, an angel with no memory of the past life he had left behind was reborn. Thus, Dark, a demon with all the memories of his past life he had wished destroyed was reborn.
Both, who were mere souls, fused with they whose destinies were forever entwined and joined.
A curious Krad who would grow to hate the reality he had been forced to endure was drawn into the soul of he whose descendants would continue creating the dangerous living artworks.
A devastated Dark who would be able to lock away all those destructive memories was drawn into the soul of he whose descendants would take up his craft of thievery.
After that, everything flowed in history. But Dark's heart remained the same. Torn, broken, and destroyed.
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During his telling, Dark had started to cry again and Daisuke did his best to comfort the thief. It looked like there would not be any stopping of the tears but when Dark started telling his story to his host, his outer self began recounting the events as well.
And so, just as he had Daisuke to comfort his mind, he had Krad to comfort him. He had no idea how it happened; how his consciousness had suddenly been removed from beside Daisuke to Krad's side.
But Dark ignored the fact that his nemesis of four centuries was comforting him but bathed in the feeling that he was receiving. He did not care to investigate it but just felt it. Wiz was in his arms, doing its best to be of some comfort to its beloved owner.
He cried until he fell asleep and turned back into Daisuke. Krad followed suit and transformed into Satoshi who immediately wrapped his arms around the red-head's frail body.
"I heard," he said softly. "And I don't like it."
"It's my fault," his boyfriend said just as softly. "I…I forced him to relive those memories. He might've been broken Satoshi-kun!"
"But he's better now, isn't he?" said the bluenette calmly. "And you are as well. So don't overreact or you'll be failing him. He needs you so you have to show him you're strong."
Daisuke nodded. He was silent for a moment before speaking up. "I'm hungry."
Satoshi did not answer. Instead, his body began to shake as he laughed. Daisuke decided he liked hearing that laugh.
Before he could say so, the bell rang and Saehara Takeshi's voice was heard.
"Daisuke! Are you alright?"
The red-head's brow furrowed. "He just had to come now, didn't he?" he muttered, getting up reluctantly.
"I told everyone that you had a headache. Saehara's probably here to give us lunch," explained his partner.
Daisuke opened the door and the reporter bounced in carrying a large tray laden with various foods of all kinds.
He and Daisuke exchanged a few words before Saehara walked back out, after giving the food to his best friend.
"Let's eat!" the red-head said brightly and easily carried the heavy tray over to the bed.
The two dug in quickly being hungry. The rest of the evening was spent with cuddling in bed together, watching TV, with Wiz sleeping right between them.
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The next evening, a note arrived warning the Hawaiian police that the great Kaitou Dark was going to steal a painting that was called 'Seaside Legends' from the oldest museum on the island.
It was an art that many people came to see as it featured all of the great surfers in the past century. And it was going to be stolen that night at ten p.m.
Daisuke slowly crept out of the room as to not wake Satoshi up. He had put a sleeping pill in the bluenette's drink, not willing to postpone tonight's thieving just because his boyfriend was the officer in charge of catching him.
He knew Krad would eventually snap Satoshi out of the pill's influence and both would come after Dark so he was not very worried. He had told everyone that he was still feeling strange and had retreated to bed early.
Satoshi would not be able to get away as easy so Daisuke hoped he'd be delayed long enough so he would not get caught.
/Dai-chan…when did you get together with creepy-boy?/ Dark asked. The thief was feeling better but Daisuke suspected it was just an act. The thief had probably locked the pain away again. He had done it once; it was not hard to do so again.
/Yesterday. You were asleep then/ he replied.
/Ah. So what's wrong with this painting that Emiko wants me to steal?/ Abrupt change of subject just so he would not be reminded.
/I'm not sure. Mom just said to take it and make sure it's not near in contact with the sea tomorrow/
/…I have no idea what that could mean/
/Beats me if I do/ shrugged Daisuke as he slipped out of the hotel and onto the street.
/There are only three artifacts in the whole of Hawaii that she wants me to steal right?/
/I think so. We'll get them one by one as the trip goes on. We'll have a few days of relaxation if everything goes by schedule/
/Geez, head of prefects. Over working much?/ Dark teased.
Daisuke just smiled and ducked into an alleyway. "Time to transform," he whispered and quickly did so.
Dark jumped onto the roof of the houses and ran across them. He called for Wiz and flew to the museum in the space of ten minutes. Now, he had less than another ten minutes before it was time to steal the painting. He settled in a crevice in the wall that was covered by shadows…and waited.
Finally, the clock's long hand reached twelve and the thief went into action. He carefully slid out of his hide-out and into a window that he had skillfully opened using a useful pick that Daisuke had put into his pocket.
He made sure his steps were silent and not even a rustle of air came from him as he glided across the floor. He stepped in front of the painting. No one was in the room where the beauty was held because the police seemed to be confident that they could catch him outside.
'Just like the Japanese police,' thought Dark dryly. 'I'm a 500-hundred year old thief for goodness sake! I ain't a newbie!'
/Well, this is just easier for us right?/ Daisuke said lazily.
/Yeah but this is a matter of pride here, Dai-chan/ huffed Dark petulantly.
/Pride or not, it's better if we can get out of here as fast as we can. Satoshi-kun is probably awake already and on his way here/
/Fine. I'm not in the mood to deal with your boyfriend/ said the violet-haired youth. He drew out a device that looked like a normal fountain-pen. Apparently, it could short-circuit the lasers that were guarding the painting.
He also took out a pair of sunglasses that Emiko said could evidently let him see those red lasers. He put them on and to his surprise, the woman had been right. He could see those lines that left little distance from the next one.
'The things of this time are so strange,' he mused. 'Each time I return, there's something new to learn.'
He then directed the point of the pen and a green light shot out of it. It hit the middle laser and it burned out. Smirking slightly, Dark got rid of eight more lines, creating a wide hole through which he could take his objective through. Then he pressed the fountain pen's butt and all the lasers came back on.
'Very strange.'
He placed the painting under his arm and quickly got out of the museum.
/As to answer your remark, no matter how strange the things of this time are/ Daisuke began. /They work just as well as your loony old things so similar to their user/ That last part was said in sly amusement.
/Are you calling me old!?/ demanded Dark incredulously as he jumped gracefully onto the ground, unaware of the pair of eyes that were watching his every move.
/I think I am, rather. You are old/ laughed his host.
/I am not old! Even though I've lived all those years, I haven't aged a second over eighteen/ protested the thief.
/You're an eighteen year old?/ his host said curiously. /Then how old is Krad?/
/I think he's nineteen. Not sure though. Could be older/ answered the ethereal being. He suddenly felt a warning alarm go off in his head. Someone was coming.
He looked around and saw no one. But after a minute, he heard a twig cracking. He immediately lunged into the bushes that were by the pathway he was using.
A few seconds of waiting was all he needed to do before someone appeared. Dark heard Daisuke groan.
/Does Harada-san have to follow you everywhere?/ he hissed.
/But you have to admire how she manages to get past the police. It's rather surprising talent she has/
/But she doesn't use her brain after using her talent. Riku-san isn't with her and she could be in danger if Krad's around/
/Mmph. Stop worrying. She's going/
They watched as the Harada turned and went back up the path. Dark came out once she was out of sight. "That was easy to avoid," he said out loud.
"But I am not."
Dark froze. Boy, did he recognize that voice.
"Heh, hiya Krad!" he said cheerfully as he swirled around to face the hunter. "Was wondering when you'd get here."
"I apologize for being late," the angel said smoothly.
"Nah, I don't mind. Despite wondering, I was also hoping you wouldn't show up," the thief remarked casually.
"I can never stand you up, my little thief," said Krad, smiling slightly.
( Don't rape him ) Satoshi warned.
(( After our last meeting, I don't intend to. But perhaps a little kiss won't be so bad))
( Fine, make it quick )
(( Short and sweet is my idea ))
"So I suppose you're gonna get the painting back," Dark was saying.
"No. Satoshi-sama says you can have it. It really is behaving strangely and he is afraid it might hurt somebody. Having you steal it will just lessen the hassle," was the non-committal reply.
Dark eyed him, measuring him. "Then why are you here?" he asked finally, having an idea.
"It's my turn to be the thief and steal," was the simple answer before Krad swept him into a kiss
It was not like their previous first kiss. This was just like Krad had wanted; sweet. He was pleasantly surprised when his thief responded without any struggle.
Satoshi and Daisuke retreated to give the two their privacy, understanding that they both needed and wanted it. No one disturbed the two angels as they kissed.
Not even that pair of eyes that had been watching Dark earlier as he was escaping. The green eyes were narrowed and speculative as they slowly began to fade into the darkness.
I kinda like this ending. I worked hard on it.
Hohoho, this has to be the oddest chapter I've ever written. I'll call it lame so you guys have no right to criticize me. I've already admitted it, so ha! But as forewarning, the next chapter won't be much fun. It's almost like a filler…but I think it's okay…
Do review. I can update quicker now. I swear it. Most of my real important competitions are over and I already have the next chapter typed. It just need to be uploaded and all that.
That said, hope I see great reviews. Remember what I said about flames. To those who reviewed last chapter both anonymous and signed; sorry but I can't reply. I'm cramped for time at the moment. But I'll definitely reply for this chapter so review!
Ja ne!