"It's a good thing Hiwatari-kun was there," Daisuke said cheerfully once Kuro and Shiro left the room. He waited for a response from Dark, but the thief was silent. "What's wrong?"

"I always thought that kid was strange, but now this," Dark murmured.

"Satoshi?"

"Not him. Kuro."

Daisuke frowned, "why don't you like him, Dark? He didn't do anything to you."

"You honestly didn't notice?" Once Daisuke shook his head, Dark sighed angrily, "he was lying. He said something about an accident, but when I asked him if he hurt them, he made up a completely different story. Something was worrying him…it worried him so much that he forgot what he said just a few seconds earlier."

"Why would he lie?"

"I don't know yet."

OOOOOOOOOO

Shiro leaned back on Daisuke's bed while his brother sat on the mattress across the room. He sighed, "too bad we didn't get to see the museum." He caught himself and smiled at his brother, "not that it was your fault or anything. It was getting late anyway." Kuro didn't acknowledge him. He seemed preoccupied with staring at the wall. "Sorry."

They sat in silence for a few minutes before Kuro spoke up, "Shiro, I need to tell you something."

Shiro sat up straight, "I'm listening."

"Promise you won't tell dad." Shiro laughed, but Kuro gave him a serious stare and he shut his mouth. The way his brother looked at him made him wonder if it would be wise to make that promise. At last, he smiled and nodded. There was no way Kuro could have done anything that bad. He immediately regretted his decision when he heard what his brother had to say, "I lied."

Shiro frowned, "what do you mean?"

"I did something to those people, Shiro," Kuro admitted in a very low voice, "I think it was some sort of magic."

"No way," Shiro replied, "dad said we can't use magic."

"Maybe he didn't know…or…maybe he lied to us."

Shiro couldn't believe what he was hearing. He stood up, "dad would never lie to me! We can go down and ask him right now, you'll see."

"You said you wouldn't tell him!"

"But this is important…"

"You promised."

Shiro stood facing Kuro, but he couldn't look at him. He was torn between his loyal admiration toward Dark and his love for his brother. He wished Kuro would say he was only kidding, but he knew it wouldn't happen…not with something this serious.

"There's…something else," Kuro began, breaking the silence.

Shiro wasn't sure he wanted to hear what his brother had to say. "Maybe you shouldn't tell me," he replied.

"I'm sorry…"

Kuro looked downward. Shiro could tell he really wanted to say what was on his mind, but he was not one to beg. He sighed, "what is it?"

Kuro looked up again, "I just…want someone else to know. You don't have to remember it or anything…"

"I'll listen," Shiro stated, "go ahead."

"The way it made me feel, Shiro…I was like a completely different person. I actually…" Kuro hesitated.

"You can tell me, Kuro."

"I actually…liked it. I was happy they were hurting." Shiro instinctively backed away and Kuro pulled his knees to his chest to hug them. "I'm sorry."

"Kuro," Shiro began after a thoughtful pause, "I really think you should tell dad. He might be able to help."

Kuro found himself losing control as his anger opened the door in his mind. How many times did he have to remind him? Was his brother really that thick! "You promised, Shiro," he said in a quiet, yet frightening voice.

Shiro backed away again, "Kuro?"

"I would advise against breaking your promise," Kuro continued. As he moved closer to his brother, the odd feeling began to return. Fear emerged and he stopped. "I was…"

Shiro waited during the following minutes of silence before speaking up, "What just happened?"

"I almost…it happened again!" Kuro backed against the wall and held his head, "what's happening to me!"

"Look, Kuro, I won't tell dad if you don't want me to."

Kuro nodded with his face hidden behind his hands. "I'm sorry, Shiro. I think I should go to bed now."