His rosy lips curved into a bitter smile, and he covered his face with one arm and the thick blanket. Dark didn't need to see the expression on his face. He'd slipped up again. ~Of course it was never about me. Just his seed. His little abomination. ~"Krad? What are you saying?" No-here it comes again, Krad thought as a mysterious pain bloomed in his chest. Somehow he'd thought that carrying this child would mean something to his other half. But obviously… "Nothing at all, my other half."

Emiko came in, feeling the obvious tension in the room. "Boys?" "Nothing!" They both answered in sync, and gave each other the evil eye. Krad pushed the blanket out of his way and sat up, taking the bowl of oatmeal from her hands. It had cinnamon and a few berries in it, and smelled delicious. "Thank you." He said clearly, and she looked surprised. "You're very welcome. So polite!" She pointed her finger at Dark. "You should take a lesson from him!" Dark snorted doubtfully and Emiko left, going on about his politeness to Daiki. Krad took two small bites of the oatmeal and said quietly, "I think I should leave now." setting the barely disturbed food on Daisuke's desk. Dark sat up and barely managed "What? Why?" before the door shut behind White Wings. Krad paused in the kitchen long enough to write Emiko a check and closed his eyes tightly. ~I wish this had never happened. I wish…that his son was not my son as well.~ Dark struggled down the staircase after him

"Dammit, Krad! What did I do?" Krad didn't answer and closed the front door, heading for Satoshi's house. The Niwa family tried to stop Dark but he shoved his way through, snarling "Let me go! He's gonna tell me!" He finally broke free and began stalking him, hiding along alleyways and in large crowds passing through the city.

Krad suddenly backtracked right in his direction and before he could get away their gazes locked. 'Stop stalking me.' The blonde mouthed plainly, turning on his heel and heading back up the sidewalk. Dark caught up to him, wheezing with pain. "I'm not stalking you!" He puffed indignantly, flipping his hair out of his eyes. "Stalking: noun, to be in pursuit of an animal, object, etc. Yes, I do believe you are." He walked faster, leaving Dark in the dust, panting and swearing lowly. At the last second he caught Krad's shirt and said "I know what you meant." This perked Krad's interest and he leaned against the apartment door frame, his yellow eyes glittering.

"I'm listening." He said, arms crossed. Dark caught his breath and let go of his shirt, leaning on his knees. "But if I didn't," Dark continued, meeting his stare levelly "Didn't care, why would I go after you in that storm?" Krad's lip twitched. "Because you were worried my body temperature might drop, resulting in damage to your child." Dark was silent for a moment, then his amethyst eyes opened widely. "You think I only care about the kid." One of Krad's hands tightened around his arm.

"Quite frankly? Yes." Their gazes broke as he looked away."It's quite alright. In fact, it will be easier this way. We'll be able to deal with-the child in a more civilized manner." Dark looked down and shook his head. "You don't get it at all, do you?" and Krad said smarmily "Get what, Kaito?" Dark took a step forward, becoming almost uncomfortably close. "You're the one who's bringing my…"His voice changed, like flicking a switch, into something soft and pure. He reached out and covered the bulge with one tan hand. The blonde expected to flinch away but didn't. "...my child into this world." He'd never seen this side of Dark before, and his amber eyes went wide, like a deer's in headlights. His hand hovered uncertainly over the thief's. "How could I overlook that?" His hand went back to his pocket and Krad dropped his own, still in shock. His body shook and he tightened his muscles to hide it. "J-" The blonde could hardly speak and his tamer barked at him angrily.

"Just hate me. It's so much easier." He shut the door and locked it, listening as Dark's protests faded and he left, swearing a final time. Krad slid slowly down to the floor, his hand curled around the bump. Dark's hand… His voice, when he talked about their child…White Wings closed his eyes. His hand had been rough and …warm, even though it'd been slick with rain.

Krad's hands always became icy cold and white, probably because of Satoshi's bad circulation. He stroked his swollen abdomen once and stood up carefully, trying to clear Dark's words from his mind. ~The fool shouldn't say such things.~ Even though they were what he'd wanted to hear. Making his way to the kitchen he fried up a few fish and ate them on the couch. They had been expensive, and he didn't want them to go to waste. He closed his eyes in pleasure, chewing slowly.

They tasted suspiciously delicious. ~Do you think he meant-that?~ Satoshi asked, observing through Krad's eyes their changing body. Krad shrugged and murmured "It's impolite to stare, Master Hiwatari." ~In retrospect I'm glad we were in your form that night. Can you imagine me…I would have just had an abortion.~

~That was never an option to me.~ Krad spat, thoroughly disgusted at Satoshi's lack of sympathy. He placed the plate precariously on the coffee table and turned the television up louder, to drown out his own thoughts. Far off on the other side of town Daisuke asked Dark disbelievingly

~Where did that come from, anyway? Did you-~ ~Shuddup already! It just… ~ Dark rested his head on one hand. ~…felt like the right thing to say.~

The redhead rolled over, the white familiar in his arms. ~Did you mean it? ~ ~I don't know, ok?!~Dark vented.

~Ever since I found out I-don't know anything anymore…~ Dark disappeared from Daisuke's mind along with a strong feeling of confusion.

Daisuke sighted and nuzzled the pillow quietly, wishing he could help his other half.

But Dark obviously didn't want his consolation.