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Chapter 7 : Attack of the Surfers

Daisuke lay on his bed, waiting for Satoshi to come back. Wiz was snuggled in his arms, fast asleep. It was nearly midnight and the officer still had not returned. He had thought that maybe he would wake up to see his boyfriend right next to him but when he transformed, he saw no one.

Dark had immediately fallen asleep without comment, leaving Daisuke to stash the painting in a safe place. This happened to be in his suitcase's secret compartment that only he could open.

So, after washing up and dressing in his pajamas, he had laid himself on the bed and began to wait. More than ten minutes had passed but the door did not open.

'Where is Satoshi-kun?' he thought exasperatedly. 'Dark's here and he knows it so what more could he be doing?'

Just as he finished this, the door opened and Satoshi came in, looking weary.

"Satoshi-kun!" Daisuke jumped up to help the officer when he stumbled. Wiz only blinked and buried its face into the pillow instead. "Are you ok?"

"I'm fine, Daisuke-kun," said the bluenette, giving the other small smile. "Just a little tired."

"Why did you come back late then? You know Dark's here," said the red-head, frowning.

"I was detained by a police officer because he was wondering what a kid like me was doing in a roped off territory." Satoshi smiled in irony. "He wouldn't believe me when I told him I was a high-ranked special officer who had full ownership of the painting that had been stolen. He brought me to the local station and I had to wait until someone announced to that idiot that what I said was true."

Daisuke stifled a laugh at the irritated expression on his boyfriend's face. "Oh, go clean up and come to bed," he said, smiling. "It's no good sulking."

"I do not sulk," the bluenette muttered but complied. He was soon lying next to Daisuke on the bed after a hot bath and warm clothes were put on him. Wiz was above their heads.

They snuggled to each other, liking how perfect their bodies seem to fit together. It only took a few seconds before they were swept into dreamland softly, Daisuke not noticing that he was helped along with his mind's second tenant.

'Dai-chan...' Dark smiled briefly as he watched his host sleep. He then stretched and lay down in a made up bed. He sunk himself in thoughts of his past, his future, his life and... Krad. He let himself doze to the memory of kissing the soft pink lips.

Absolutely no one noticed how Daisuke's suitcase glowed an eerie silver color before the light disappeared altogether.

.x.

Two weeks passed and the painting that Dark had stolen had not been doing anything strange. At least, not to their knowledge. Satoshi did not ask about it because he was determined to keep anything Dark slash Krad related out of his newly formed social life.

Daisuke had been checking on the painting every night when his boyfriend was in the bathroom just to make sure it was there. He was wary of what it could do. Until it did, he could not seal it.

The past two weeks had been fun. Everyday, the students went to the beach whereas in the mornings and at night they visited tourist attractions or fairs that were constantly held. There was not one day that was not full of things to do.

That very day, which was Tuesday by the way, the teachers opted for a break.

Apparently, they had stayed up late to an only-adults party last night and had gotten drunk. None awoke. The one teacher that held onto her responsibility to the kids told them they could do anything they wanted as long as they were back by 12 o'clock. They all cheered and quickly split up.

Daisuke, Satoshi, Takeshi, the Harada twins and Makoto Kinai decided to visit the hotel's museum that they had not a chance to check out yet. Wondering why Satoshi was even there and not ravishing Daisuke up in their room? The red-head had managed to drag him to join their friends and he found himself actually enjoying their company a little. Creepy.

"Ooh! Look at that one!" Risa squealed as she pointed to a portrait of a man that was standing next to a surfboard, posing whilst grinning at anybody who looked at him. "It looks a lot like Dark-san!"

Everybody immediately turned away from it. Risa had been talking non-stop about Dark, and it even annoyed the ever calm Daisuke.

/ I don't look like that...do I? /

/No, you don't. She's being silly over you as usual/

/ Phew. I would've just died if what she said was true. I so don't look like that /

/On second thought, that does look a lot like you/ One could actually hear the grin in Daisuke's voice.

/ Oh, shut up! / Dark snapped.

/Touché/ the red-head chuckled.

"Daisuke-kun? What are you looking at?" Satoshi's voice broke through his thoughts. He looked up and smiled up at his taller boyfriend.

"Nothing, Satoshi-kun," he answered truthfully. He did not even know where he was walking. Thank the small wonders he did not crash into a wall.

"Well, whatever it is, it's pretty nice," said the bluenette, shrewdly observing the painting that had somehow appeared in front of Daisuke. When did that get there?

"I'm not nicer?" The red-head pouted.

"You've been with Dark too long," said Satoshi, staring at him from over his glasses. Daisuke grinned.

"Yep!" he agreed cheerfully while Dark laughed in his head.

Satoshi frowned before sighing. "Stupid thief corrupting my koibito," he muttered under his breath.

"Ne, Satoshi-kun," said Daisuke. "Let's go back to our room, 'kay?"

Satoshi glanced at the boy to see the most seductive smile ever on his face before nodding vigorously. He grabbed his boyfriend's arm and they dashed out there. Takeshi watched them go with a grin on his face.

"Naughty," he snickered before rejoining his partner.

Our two favorite teens were already groping each other (A/N: That sounds so vulgar for the little kids) as they stumbled into the room but they froze when a very surprising sight met their half-glazed eyes.

Two men. Two very tall, well-built men. Two very tall, well-built, naked men. Who were standing in the middle of the room looking around with looks of curiosity on their faces. One had orange hair and brown eyes while the other had brown hair and orange eyes.

Wiz was jumping around the room, kyuu-ing loudly. It was obvious that he was alarmed and irritated at the appearance of the strange men.

Daisuke blushed as he stared at them and Satoshi promptly pulled him behind him. Wiz quickly bounced into his arms.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" the officer hissed dangerously, the hard edge in his tone coming from jealousy more than the anger of people being in their private room. He held the animal tightly.

The brown haired man said something that they did not understand. Not like he did not speak English. More like he spoke some slang that was not understandable.

"What did he say?" asked Daisuke.

"I have no idea," said his boyfriend. "Though I would like to know why they're naked."

Daisuke blushed again. "Erm...is it just me," he said nervously as he eyed them over the bluenette's shoulder. "Or do they look familiar?"

Satoshi studied them before his eyes widened. "They're those famous surfers from the painting Dark stole!" he said, aghast. He accidentally let go of Wiz and the creature managed to land on his feet.

"I knew it! I knew that thing would do something weird!" exclaimed Daisuke as he buried his head in Satoshi's back.

"How the hell did they get out?" the commander said, bewildered.

"I don't know! Make them go away!" said Daisuke, eyes wide.

"Well, how am I suppose to know how to get rid of them?!"

"They're part of your painting!"

"That doesn't prove anything! I'm not the one who painted them!"

"Then can't you find a way to get rid of them? You must know something," said the red-head looking pleadingly at his boyfriend. He was getting increasingly uncomfortable with the two naked men in their room. "I don't think I can seal them until they're back in the painting!"

Satoshi sighed...again (A/N: I just noticed how many timed he's been sighing. What an old man XD). "We'll try and figure something out. Right now, let's get them into clothes."

There was a rather dark look on his face when he glanced at the intruders.

/Hey, Dark. Do you know anything about this?/ Daisuke asked as he ran to his suitcase to find some of his bigger clothing.

/ Kinda. I haven't seen it happen before but I learned a bit of its history from Kosuke. He said that this painting doesn't have much danger. It just brings the people inside the painting into life /

/You mean we have to kill them if we want them gone?!/ The red-head was too horrified at the prospect to even consider it.

/ No. I meant that they're here but not really. Sorta like they're spirits given their own form. They'll fade eventually /

/Then how do we get rid of them?/

/ I think you'll have to get them away from the ocean. Or more specifically, you'll have to get the painting away from the ocean /

/It's lucky we're leaving to the next town in two days. I can bring the painting with me and they'll go away...right?/

/ Yeah. But how are you gonna handle them now? / said Dark, not sounding worried at all. / A defect is that they'll pester you to go surfing. It's hard to resist them because of their magic /

/I'll do it somehow/

/ You can try. Now leave me alone so I can sleep /

Daisuke grunted and soon found what he was looking for. "Put these on," he said to the two men. They quickly did so and the red-head flushed when he saw that the clothes were still a tight fit since he was so small and the shirts showed off their biceps.

He turned when he heard a little growling but he only saw Satoshi. Wiz was staring at the men with narrowed red eyes. Being the naïve but cute dork he was he did not even think that the growling could have come from his boyfriend.

"Did you hear that, Satoshi?" he said, looking around. "Was that Wiz?"

((Someone can't be that naïve can they? )) said Krad bemusedly.

( I don't mind it. He's cute when he's an idiot ) replied his Tamer.

(( Still, he is too innocent. At least my Dark isn't as innocent as that ))

( When did that thief become yours? )

(( When I put a big hickey on him )) There was a very satisfied tone in the blond's voice.

( So that's what Daisuke meant by Dark complaining too much...) Satoshi snickered.

"Satoshi? Are you even listening to me?" Daisuke was waving his hand in his face.

"Huh? Sumimasen, Daisuke. I was talking to Krad. Can you repeat what you were saying to me?"

"I said that Dark said we can only get rid of them once the painting is away from the ocean," repeated the small boy. "So that means they'll disappear in two days when we go to that other town in the middle of Hawaii. But now we have to figure out how to keep them from the teachers."

"Just lock them in this room, I guess. Other than that, we can't do anything," shrugged Satoshi.

"But Dark said they surfers would try to convince us to go surfing with them. They'd use the magic from the painting. I don't like surfing and never will!" exclaimed Daisuke, scowling as he remembered an incident that happened a few days ago.

He had been enthusiastic to try surfing and had immediately rushed into the sea despite the calls of his boyfriend. Apparently, he had had a few bars of chocolate. And we know what happens when he has too much chocolate. Daisuke may be a good swimmer, but when he got too excited, he was a total dunce in water.

So, predictably, he sunk. And half-drowned himself. Unfortunately, the most embarrassing moment had yet to come. Harada Riku was the one who saved him. A girl. Saving a guy. That had been mortifying. After that, Daisuke refused to go surfing, no matter how much everyone pleaded him.

Satoshi took care to avoid that subject since it resulted in a cold shoulder for a few hours and he did not like that. But right now, he could not resist the urge to smile in amusement at his boyfriend's demand.

Just then, the surfer with orange hair spoke up. "Oi, surf's up dude. There're killer waves out there!" he exclaimed, joy lighting his eyes up. "Let's go get them, man!"

"No," Satoshi said firmly in English. "You aren't going to get it or even take a step a foot out this room. You're staying here."

"Geez, take it easy, dude," said the man with brown hair. "We just want to surf. Not take over the world or sumthin'."

"Can you guys speak Japanese?" said Daisuke, rubbing the back of his head. He wasn't an expert in speaking English but he spoke well enough with the help of Dark.

"Dude, you sound totally weird!" said the orange-haired one, grinning.

"Totally," the other agreed (A/N: Sorry, couldn't resist). "I heard sumthin' like Japanese, though. What's Japanese? That place with those weirdo cartoons?"

"Weirdo cartoons?! They're really cool and just happen to be a world-wide fancy!"

"Whatever, man. Now, come on. Let's go surf!" the brown-haired one grinned widely in anticipation.

"Hey, what're your names?" asked Satoshi in an effort to distract them.

"What?! How can you not know the world's best surfers? I'm Steve and this is Randy," said Steve. (A/ N: Yeah, yeah, lame names. Deal with it)

"Nice to meet you. Now stay here while we go out," said Satoshi, affecting his death glare on them to keep them in place.

Then, he grabbed his boyfriend and dragged him out, locking the door securely behind him. Wiz just barely got out before that.

"Now, what are we going to do?" Daisuke asked as his familiar jumped onto his head.

"Stay away from the room as best as we can," said Satoshi, scowling, and marched off.

The last two days passed unbearably slow for the two Tamers as they found it nearly impossible to keep the surfers away from the sea. The two men had even escaped once but, thankfully, Dark had taken control of Daisuke's body and captured them just in time.

Finally, the day to move to the new hotel came and Satoshi found himself in charge of moving the painting since Daisuke, as head of the prefects, had a lot of work to do in organizing everything.

But being as resourceful as he was, the bluenette managed to disguise the two men and hide them in the baggage cart of the buses which were their transportation vehicles.

When he and Daisuke checked the boot, they found Steve and Randy to be gone, apparently sucked back into their painting. Dark made quick work of sealing the painting before returning control to his host.

"We did it!" exclaimed the little red-head. "Free!" He laughed and flung himself into Satoshi's arms.

"Not so loud, Daisuke-kun," whispered the officer. "People can hear you."

His boyfriend smiled sheepishly and nodded. They took their bags and headed for their rooms for some well-earned privacy since they could not even make out in the presence of the surfers. Finally.


Right, the ending is rushed but I couldn't figure out how to make it better. Sorry.

As you might have noticed, the communication links between Dark and Daisuke are different (Actually, I've just noticed this...). Originally, Dark's mind words used to be double strokes without spacing. Now, it's one stroke and space. This is totally not my fault. I tried over and over again to do the double strokes but this bloody FF thing won't let me. So, I've decided to change it. Hope you guys will be okay with the single stroke and space. Nothing else works, believe me, I've tried. This is the only way to differentiate between Dark and Daisuke...

Anyways, I know the chapter's a little…lame but I hope you'll guys forgive me. I had to get it over with. I promise I'll give you a fluff-filled chappie next time!

Hope you guys review! I'll be right here waitin'.

Ja!