For a boy taking his first trip outside, Shiro wasn't nearly as uncontrollable as Daisuke had feared. They had all agreed that if any questions were asked, Daisuke would introduce the twins as friends from out of town. The story fit nicely, especially with the occasional 'ooh' one would expect from someone seeing the city for the first time. They would also avoid saying anything about them being related. It was a good cover, but Daisuke's worries were far from settled. What would he do if Satoshi showed up? Would their story fool him too?
Daisuke was pulled from his train of thought when Shiro yanked his sleeve. "Daisuke," the younger boy exclaimed, "is that…?"
Daisuke looked where Shiro was pointing. "The museum?"
"It is! I want to go inside!" Shiro began to run ahead of him.
"But why?" Daisuke called.
Shiro sighed and came back, "why not? I've heard all the stories and now I finally have a chance to see where they happened! And then there's tonight. I mean, why wouldn't we want to see?" he grabbed Kuro's shoulder, "am I right?"
Kuro had been silent throughout the entire walk until his brother forced him to reply, "Um, yes, I suppose."
Daisuke glanced at the museum then back at the twins, "well…"
Shiro grinned, "that wasn't a no."
"It wasn't a yes either," Kuro pointed out in a quiet voice.
'What do I say, Dark!' Daisuke asked helplessly.
"I don't see a problem with it," Dark replied casually.
"Oh, well…ok, I guess," Daisuke said aloud. That widened Shiro's grin. "Just…don't touch anything," Daisuke added quickly, "and most importantly, no stealing."
"Pity," Dark mumbled from a corner of his mind, "I want to see what he can do."
Daisuke sighed, "let's go."
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Satoshi weaved his way through the crowds on the street as he made his way to the downtown art museum. He did not want to put up with the meaningless small talk, so he tried to avoid being noticed in case one of his classmates happened to be in his path. He acted with more caution than normal, knowing Takeshi had been showing more interest in him lately. He travelled quickly; a new warning note called his attention to the museum's security.
It had been a few days since Daisuke questioned him about the Angelbow. At the time, he thought about it quite a bit. However, after a few days of the usual, the matter seemed less and less important. For the time being, he tucked it away in the back of his mind, but never disregarded it completely, especially after the Daisuke's change in behavior. His friend had always acted a little nervous in his presence, but he had become noticeably more cautious. Satoshi could tell he was trying to hide it and, for the most part, he was doing a good job of it. Unfortunately for the little thief, he was naturally very observant. Regardless, he avoided mentioning the Angelbow or anything related to it. He only wished he had known how dangerous it was beforehand.
It did not take him long to come within view of the museum. He stopped abruptly when he spotted Daisuke speaking with two boys he had never met. He suspected it was normal for his friend to visit his target before each theft, but he never caught him in the act before. Still, it wasn't Daisuke drawing his attention. Something about his new friends seemed strangely familiar. He narrowed his eyes and studied the two with peeked interest. Even after his examination, he was certain he had never seen them before. Despite his conviction, there was a strange feeling in his heart and his head.
He moved closer to the wall of a nearby building when Daisuke and his friends started walking again. He was about to follow when they stopped again. The shortest of the younger boys conversed quietly with Daisuke before the red head pointed toward the restroom. The small one made his way to the bathroom while the others proceeded into the museum. Satoshi smiled at his luck; he had been hoping for a chance to meet them without Daisuke around.