"Are you ok?" The Niwa asked, ignoring Dark's order and approaching him. ~Think about something else-~ Hiwatari ordered himself, saying sharply "Could you sit over there-" He pointed to the other side of their cell "Daisuke? I need to think about this." Daisuke was still lost in the abyss. "Where?"

"Just over on the other side." Daisuke looked a little hurt, "Oh." but sat down obediently on the other side, mapping the room in his head and searching for a way out. He still was concerned about the bluenette, though. "Hey Satoshi… You don't get sick from inhaling that garlic powder, do you?" Satoshi blinked and answered "No." before really thinking about it. But of course being allergic wouldn't explain fangs now would it. "It's weird." The Niwa said quietly after a few moments, his red eyes wide and innocent in the dark. "It's almost like this was built to keep thieves in. I've never had this much trouble just thinking of a way to get out of a room."

"Strange." Hiwatari responded listlessly, covering his mouth as he spoke. He could feel his fangs emerging, something he could neither control nor prevent.

Until now it had never really registered as a problem. Then, true agony as Daisuke gazed up at the ceiling looking for an exit, displaying his fragile, beautiful neck. Hiwatari could see the forked blue veins and forced himself to look away, swallowing the sudden excess of saliva in his mouth. Their situation was going downhill fast. ~Or at least for Daisuke it is.~ He thought. ~ If I was really logical about this, I would drink from him now, while I still have control.~ But he still clung to the idea that the redhead would find a way out for both of them. "Can anyone hear us from here?" The Niwa shook his head regretfully and pulled his pajamas closer to his body. Satoshi realized he was probably feeling cold- he was a little uncomfortable at the worst, as the laws for 'heat' and 'cold' no longer applied to him.

He felt sorry for the Niwa, but have a jacket, and if he sat close to him he would notice his cool skin. "What does Dark say about it?" He asked rather bluntly, hoping Daisuke wouldn't notice the slight lisp courtesy of his fangs. "He still thinks there's a way out." The Niwa stood back up and began the search again, rubbing his arms. From here Satoshi could see the tiny goose bumps on his arms through the blackness. He sat silently and watched him, wincing occasionally as the need for blood hit him, as sharp and clear as a hard slap. It became stronger, and before he knew it half an hour had passed and Daisuke was running his fingers gently around the cracks of the wall corner, further depositing his scent through the prison. Unintentionally, of course. It was taking every pound of logical grey matter in Satoshi's brain to restrain himself from tackling the Niwa. He was pissed that his self control was deteriorating so rapidly. ~I will outlast this. ~ He chanted fiercely.

~ Once dawn approaches Krad will have to let us go. ~ He checked his watch-12:30. Six hours until sunrise. "I... don't think there is any way out of here." Daisuke said in the background and the blunette clenched his arms tighter around his legs. It was a simple mind vs. matter battle- like he used to have with Krad. Power vs. Will.

~ I will not hurt Daisuke.~ He swore quietly, and clenched his jaw as he felt the fangs descending further in his mouth, almost to his lower gums.

Three hours later he was trembling so badly he'd had to move away from the wall to keep from making noise. Every time he swallowed it hurt- his nose was filled with the strawberry shampoo smell that clung to the Niwa's skin. His stomach kept clenching every few moments just to remind him how empty it was and further dry out his esophagus. Both Dark and Daisuke had given up on finding an exit and the Niwa sat dozing, garnet hair obscuring his face. Hiwatari stole a glance in his direction, his eyes tingling strangely, and Daisuke suddenly startled awake. "Uh, Hiwatari…" He sounded like a scared little kid all of the sudden, and the vampire asked in a painful rasp "What?" "Your eyes are…there um, kind of red…" Against his other half's loud protests and profanities Daisuke walked across the room for a closer look.

The already weak undead let out a feeble "…don't…" that even he could barely hear as the human approached him. To Daisuke's slow human vision, the next moment was rather strange- as soon as he got close to Hiwatari he was suddenly against the wall, arms restrained against his back between the cement and his own spine by the Hikari. The blunette was slumped over and although it was pitch black the hands restraining his were trembling. ~God Dammit Daisuke I told you not to-~ and he stared into Satoshi's eyes that were not blue but a red-orange, liquid and intense. "Satoshi-!"The vampire's hands tightened painfully around his own.

"I'm sorry Daisuke…" Satoshi's voice sounded like his throat had been cleared out with sandpaper. He broke their eye contact and his dry lips brushed over exposed skin. Daisuke started trembling and the fear made his blood run faster, something Hiwatari didn't miss. He pushed Daisuke's chin up and to one side, locking it that way with the strength of one hand, his lips parting up and back with a tiny slick noise. The redhead let out a tiny gasp as he saw two wolf-like canines and his suddenly hypersensitive neck felt the lips pause, pressed against the vein. The Hikari let out a sound the Niwa would never forget- a groan from deep in his gut that spoke of a hunger a human would never know, one that was starvation and desire and dehydration all rolled into one. And his sharp teeth sank into the flesh.

"Augh-" Satoshi pulled him close, so he could feel clearly the absence of breath and eerily cold skin. He could feel the teens chin and mouth, his throat flexing silently against his collarbone. Hot blood leaked out of the wound and a small trickle went down the hollow of his neck. ~Daisuke!~ As Satoshi drank in what was undoubtedly the sweetest, most satisfying blood he'd ever taken Daisuke's body stretched and fleshed out, his torso widening slightly along with his shoulders.

Satoshi moved his fingers to accommodate the sharper chin and larger Adam's apple, but Dark's hand slipped out of his grip and wrapped around his own neck.

"Enough, Hiwatari."

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