Sorry for the long wait. I've been having trouble with writing nowadays, as I'm more to being a reader than to write. And plus, writers block and all. With my muse suddenly flew out the window. Sigh…

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Anyways, here's the next chap. Enjoy.

Chapter 13

A three year old Daisuke was running around in what seems like a garden. Happy laughter could be heard as young Daisuke tried to run and avoid being caught by another boy with violet hair.

"You won't catch me," Daisuke squealed, heading into another direction again.

"I'll catch you, I'm faster," the other boy called out. He was indeed older than little Daisuke for a few years and much taller than him. They were running happily about the garden playing tag.

Daisuke woke up from his slumber with a warm smile graced on his feature. He couldn't quite figure it out about that dream. How long had he had it? Every single night since a couple of months ago, over and over again, the same dream. Who was the boy with violet hair? Every time when he dreamt about it, he would try his hardest to catch a glimpse of the boy's face. It was frustrating beyond believe; he wanted to see the boy's face, wanted to know who was playing with him, chasing him. But it was no use, he could never see it. But his voice, the color of his hair, really looked familiar to him. The boy reminded him of someone that he couldn't seem to place. He needed to find out why he kept dreaming about him. Now that he thought about it, he couldn't seem to even remember his childhood. It was like it was being buried somewhere within his mind and he just needed to shove it out. But it looked like it wouldn't be happening anytime soon.

Daisuke then turned to the side to look at his table clock. It was time to get ready. He needed to get ready for class. Daisuke is now nineteen years old and an art student in one of the colleges in Hong Kong. He, his grandfather, and Jian had moved to Hong Kong two years ago because Daichii had again opened a new branch.

The day's lesson started with the lecturer passing out a sheet of paper with their list of things for their assignment. They were asked to draw a portrait of anyone that they care about or maybe love or maybe even their deepest and darkest desire. At first, Daisuke had no idea who to draw. He read the instruction sheet again, and remembered the dream. He let his eyes trailed over the paper and the word 'dark' seemed to glow, separating from the rest.

Dark? He had heard this name before. He closed his eyes and an image of the violet hair boy in his dream flashed through his mind. He was in his teens, looked about fifteen. His hand then began to move and began to draw. Students around him, who admired him, were really curious on who he was going to draw, hoping it was one of them on the paper in front of their beloved Daisuke.

A few girls decided to sneak a peak at the drawing and were in awe. It was neither one of them and they wondered if the person in the drawing was real or was just in his imagination. The outcome of the painting was a boy with violet hair with his arms spread wide like he was about to fly, with a calm expression on his feature staring ahead on the hill side. People around him got curious as to who the person was in the painting. The painting was drawn with such passion by Daisuke that his fan girls started to get really jealous on the unknown person on the paper; he looked so perfect, and really handsome.

Daisuke couldn't seem to concentrate anymore after he finished his drawing. He looked at it and it felt quite familiar to him. But who was the boy? After class, he took his drawing and skipped the rest of the day's lesson, walking to his car and driving home.

Daichii was in the kitchen when Daisuke got home. Daisuke walked into the kitchen and was met with a worried Daichii.

"Daisuke, why are you home so early today?" Daichii asked, looking at him from his seat at the dining table. "And what is that?" he asked, motioning the drawing under Daisuke's arm. Daichii always looked at his grandson's drawing since he loved art and his grandson was really good at it. Daisuke then turned the drawing to let Daichii see it. Daichii's eyes widen when he notice who it was.

"Dai-chan, do you know who that is?" Daichii motioned to the person in the drawing.

"No. Do you? I can't seem to get this dream out of my mind. I keep having the same dream over and over again, and just now in art class, I finally know what he looks like."

"What is the dream about?" Daichii asked out of curiosity.

"It was, I guess, when I was little, with him chasing me around, playing tag. Why do I suspect you know something about him?" Daisuke sat himself in front of his grandfather.

"Yes, I do know who he is," Daichii nodded his head, taking a sip of his tea.

"Can you tell me bout him? Who is he? Why do I kept having dreams about him for months."

"Are you sure, you wanted to know who that person is?" Daichii asked.

"Yes, but why are you asking me this?" Daisuke frowned a bit and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Because you were the one who wanted to forget about him, and if you're really sure, then I'll tell you."

"Yes, I'm sure. I wanted to know."

"Do you remember the time you got your head injured?" Daisuke nodded his head.

"Wait here, I'll need to get something." Daichii then walked out and a couple minutes later, he came back with several albums and a sketchbook.

"His name is Dark. He's your childhood friend and is very much close to you. His mother and your mother are very good friends and one day when he was five and you were three, he and his family moved. And you were so sad that you cried and eventually forgot about him. Then one day, he came back. This is when you told me what had happened." Daichii then told him about the fall and how Dark had helped him and brought him to his house, how Dark had kissed him. He couldn't stand it, all the pressure, and decided to come to China.

"Dark really loves you. You two loved each other since you were little kids. You know there is more than this that I haven't told you. But I guess it is time for you to remember it on your own. The doctor had told me about this years ago, when I brought you to the hospital. And it's really good that you can remember it on your own. I guess it is time for all of us to go back to Japan," Daichii said with a soft smile on his face, pushing the sketch book towards him so that Daisuke could begin to look through it.

"I- I don't know what to do… This is all so sudden. But I guess I'm ready to go home."

"You know, Dark is not a bad person. He just, I guess, didn't know you forgot about him."

Daisuke smiled as he set his eyes on one of the photo. It was him and Dark cuddling on the couch wrapping in blankets with happy smile on their faces, looking into the camera. There were so many memories flashes into his mind. Next, he started to look through his sketchbook.

"That's your sketchbook. I found it in the car and kept it. At first I wasn't sure who you meant but after looking at the sketch of him. I came to realize, Dark must have came back and looked for you."

"Thanks, jii-san."

"Well, I guess you better pack. Because I have decided the sooner you get back, the better things would turn out."

"I'm not sure if I can face him again," Daisuke said worriedly.

"You'll do fine; I don't think he can forget about you. He came back after years of disappearing with his family to look for you and I'm sure he'll be glad you came back to him this time."

"I hope so."

"You just needed to sort out everything, including your feeling for him. I'm sure you two will work things out," said Daichii with his usual knowing glance.

Daisuke lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind wondered off to the new information he receive from his grandfather. He tried to remember everything that happened that day. So his first kiss was with Dark. That is no surprise now that he knew he swung both ways. Think about it, no wonder his grandfather and Jian didn't mind much about everything, And Jian must have known about it as well and kept quiet about it because he wanted to forget. He was young that time, he wouldn't blame himself, and with Dark suddenly kissing him and all… Flash back when he was in Dark's house and the hill side slowly making its way into his mind, Dark was indeed gorgeous. No wonder fan girls were chasing him back then. They were mad at him for gaining Dark's attention.

"Dark…" he whispered his name out, letting it role off his tongue, with a soft smile grace upon his feature. Thinking back, he missed Dark more now. Rolling to his side and hugging his pillow tight, he closed his eyes letting sleep take him and dreaming of a certain violet hair man.

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