Police Files Penultimate Chapter.
I'm sorry for not updating this story sooner, but I've had a ton of tests recently, and I feel like my brain's hemorrhaging. Not very nice. So bear with me, faithful readers. Please don't abandon this wonderful vessel of great literary…oh, whatever. Just read the chapter.
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The following is a transcript of a phone call from Daisuke Niwa to Satoshi Hikari.
D: Satoshi. Dark's gone.
S: Yeah, so is Krad. They used a spell, they're only going to be gone for a few hours.
D: (relieved sigh)
S: Daisuke. I won't be coming to school for a while.
D: Why?
S: …Family matters. Good day.
D: 'Bye.
They both hung up.
Their oddly stilted language seems to suggest that they are uncomfortable with speaking with eachother.
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Daisuke Niwa was apprehended on his way home from school at XX hours, XX/XX/XX. This is a letter found in his pocket when he was searched.
Daisuke;
I know that what happened with Satoshi hurts, but don't worry. You'll be fine soon, I know it. Please don't give up. I'll be back by tomorrow. Stay safe.
-Dark
Niwa offered no resistance when he was handcuffed. He says that he plans to plead guilty to all charges, whatever the risks. Is he depressed or suicidal?
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Submitted by Kei Hiwatari.
Satoshi has gone to search for Risa. It seems that she holds a certain amount of his attention. Dark and Krad are still released by their respective spells. Daisuke Niwa's condition seems to be deteriorating- he's crashing. No word on if Satoshi has gotten wind of this.
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This note was found in a cave near the original location of the Black Wings. Written by Dark or Krad, who knows? The main signature, and the name of the recipient, were both smudged by the sea.
Sa---h-
I think that you and Ni-a were meant to be toge—er. I'm sorry for all the lies I told, things I said about you when you were trying to forget your shortcomings, how I tortured you inside your own head. I'm changing, changing at a rate I want to surpass. Changing painfully slowly. Don't worry. Please go back to your red-headed tamer. And be happy.
--a—h---r-
the letter was painfully smudged, almost purposefully. Could the writer be trying to confuse us? Research is already underway.
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Written by a Kamui ?. Important? Perhaps.
The Spirit Shield has fallen.
I don't know what to do.
The only people who currently are living long enough around me to help me are two angels. Dark, and Krad. They are not human.
Subaru-san would know what they are, know why they help me so easily, so frequently. Dark has his own Spirit Shield. So does Krad. But together, their shields connect, intersect into some strange winged shape that confuses me more the more I gaze at it.
I still can't summon my own.
Princess, please help me.
-Kamui.
Spirit Shields? Are Dark and Krad more talented than we gathered?
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A transcript.
Daisuke N.: Look. I'm going to answer all your questions, you don't need to threaten me. I don't care.
Kei H.: Fine. When did you first…become Dark?
DN: My 14th birthday.
KH: Describe.
DN: I was thinking about the person I loved, then this hot feeling came over me, and I changed.
KH: What happens to you when you transform?
DN: Why do your care?
KH: (slaps) Just answer the question. I don't have time for this.
DN: Dark takes over my body completely. Unless he turns back, or gives control back to me, I'm in a corner of my mind watching what he does.
KH: Can you influence him?
DN: I can talk to him, unless he's out of my body.
KH: Would you be able to turn into him now?
DN: No.
KH: (to guard) Put him back in the holding cell.
DN: Dark's coming back. He'll come back and get me out of here. Then I'll take care of you, old man. Don't feel safe…
KH: Quickly!
Daisuke seems to have given up completely.
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-Sniffs- It's so saaaad!!!
Don't worry. By the next chapter, all will be revealed, and there will be good fluff at the end in real paragraphy format. Don't despair, my dear readers! There will be cotton candy at the end of the rainbow!!
I have no idea what I'm babbling about, seeing as it's about 1 in the morning. –yawns- Nnngh.
Hugs, cookies, brownies baked by Will, beanbag chairs, anti-mosquito spray, and other good things to reviewers.
DBQs to flamers.