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Notes: It's still dedicated to Fumi-chan. Even if she's going to kill me after reading this chappy. *swallows*

P.S: I updated Chappy 3 again because there were some bad grammar errors *blushes into deep red* Ano… And because I don't want you to kill me, I did this. ^-^;;;;

Chapter Three: Dream or reality?

Daisuke woke up with a dry mouth and  the most terrible  headache he ever had. He blinked and the sunbeams stabbed merciless in his blood red eyes. He thought his head will burst into pieces this moment, groaned and closed his eyes quickly. For a moment he only could see colourful lights. What the hell was wrong with him this morning? The redhead breathed in deeply and forced himself  to think about what happened last night.

Slowly, fragments of memories flood back in his mind. The successful vernisage, his overenthousiastic family ( especially his mother ), that he shuffled to bed in the early morning and….

And…

The mysterious appearance of  Hiwatari-kun. The blue eyed young man very close to him, grabbing his wrists, whispering something in his ears… Lips brushing softly against his cheek…

Had this been real or only imagination?  One of his daydreams, fantasies… Whatever.

"Do you feel it too?"

Daisuke listened deep inside him.

Dark?

No. That wasn't possible. The phantom thief was sealed away by his true love, wasn't it?  So this was supposed to be a dream.

That was too much. The pain stabbed with full force in his brain again. Daisuke shook his head slightly to chase away the pain and his fantasies… and made all worsen.

Daisuke groaned again and stroke with his hands over his face. Sure, it had to be a dream. He drunk too much alcohol last night. And this caused such a wild and nearly real imagination. But  somehow he was a bit disappointed of it.

Slowly he sat up in his bed and blinked carefully. He managed it to get up, though the felt dizzy.

He needed an Aspirin. An Aspirin and a hot shower. Daisuke groped half blind for the bathroom.

While he was standing under the shower, the hot water running over his face, he thought of him again.  Shit, it felt so real. Sometimes it was hard to distinguish between dream and reality. And because of the fact that this dream was so real, Daisuke realized how much he missed his friend, and how much he wished to see him again.

Daisuke sighed, stepped out of the shower and picked up some clothes accidental. Why did he miss the presence of  Satoshi so much after that years? And why so sudden? So confused he was, he felt like 14 again.

This thoughts weren't good for him. They made his headache  worsen than before. He needed an Aspirin. Urgent! So he searched for it on the cupboard of his bathroom. After a while – it seemed to be an eternity -  the redhead was successful. A smile of relief was placed on his face now. Daisuke took the pill and shuffled to the kitchen, sunk on one of the chairs and waited that the pill will do it's job.

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It was late morning now and Daisuke hadn't done anything till now. He sat silent the kitchen table and slurped some hot coffee to come finally back to reality. What an odd morning this was.  The redhead sighed.

He startled from his thoughts when the phone rang.

Now he knew that his headache wasn't over.  It was still there. Slight, in the back of his mind. A dull pain. Daisuke shuffled to the phone and picked up before the headache came back in full force. This experience he didn't want to make again. Once a day was enough.

"Niwa?" Daisuke tried to give his words something friendly.

"Shimura, here." Started a male voice on the other end.

"Sensei?" Shimura Osamu has been his professor for history of arts at the university. He was a men in the middle 60's and that what you would call an "absent-minded professor", but he was a very competent person.

"Hai. Very good vernisage yesterday. I knew that we could count on you, Niwa-san."

Daisuke tired to bring the heard words in the correct order, form sentences of them. "O-Oh, arrigato, sensei. But…"

"You want to ask why I'm calling you, isn't it?"

"Ehrm… yes…"  Daisuke scratched on his head absently.

"I'm really glad to have you still as an assistant here at university. The case is a little bit difficult. And I'm sure you're the only one who could manage it."

"Gomen nasai, sensei. But… What you're talking about?" The redhead wasn't able to bring some sense in this words.

"Ah… Right, right. I talked to your mother yesterday and she told me that you'll do this job surely. Its because the police has a difficult case this days. You heard of  the new art thief? It's the first time that such a thin happened since Dark. So, the police wants an assistant for this case who has a special knowledge of art." The professor explained.

"You want me to do that?" Daisuke couldn't believe what Shimura said. "Why?"

"Ah… Niwa-san! You know why. You have written the best essay of art theft, connected to Dark. You were the best of your class. And this are only two reasons. I just let them know that I'll send someone to the department."

"It seems that I have no choice, isn't it?" Daisuke asked and sighed slightly.  But he wasn't able to disappoint Shimura-sensei. This was against his nature. "Okay. I will do this job."

"Fine. I'm very glad that you will do this. I'm sure that you won't disappoint us. You'll meet your partner at the department in… one hour."

"Well… So then. Good bye, sensei!" This morning seemed to get better and better, he thought ironically. He and the police. That was like.. fire and water, night and day… whatever. Especially because of the special circumstances in his past.

"Good bye, Niwa-san! Please inform me what's going on. I need a report from you every week." Shimura's words flood in his mind.

Daisuke let out a deep sigh when he hang up. One our? So he had to hurry up. He put on  a baggy jeans and a shirt, which where nearly knew. Even if they didn't look like that. He had the talent to bring colour on every piece of cloth he owned.

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Daisuke stood in  helpless in the middle of the chaotic police department. Everywhere rang telephones, people were screaming, an officer passing with a man in handcuffs who made the redhead very nervous with his gaze. 

Where should he go? Who should he ask.

A young woman in uniform was passing him. "Gomen nasai." He called her attention with a helpless tone in his voice.

"Yes?" The young women asked back.

"I'm sent by the university because of that art theft case. I should meet my partner here…" the redhead explained.

"Ah… Right. Go to this office and wait there. I inform your partner that you're here." She pointed crosswise through the department to an office door.

"Arrigato, Miss." Daisuke smiled  and turned around to struggle through the mass of people. So he wasn't able to see the young woman blush as a result of his adorable smile.

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The red haired young man entered the office. He wondered if this was the right one because there was no name on the door.

The first he recognized was neutrality in the office. The bare white walls, the furniture reduced to a desk and two chairs, some boxes with notes, a notebook. Somehow this situation was very familiar to him. It remembered him of something. But what?

He startled again from his thoughts when he heard voices on the floor and turned around to the door while it was opened.

Daisukes heart seemed to jump up and down when he saw the person who entered the room.

"Hi-Hiwatari-kun?" His eyes were widened in disbelief.

"Niwa…" The blue haired man seemed to be as surprised as Daisuke.

"Yesterday… So… This wasn't a dream?"  Daisuke asked.

Satoshi shook his head slightly. "No. It was real." A smile flickered over Satoshis face and the way he looked at him, Daisuke knew that he wasn't lying.

Before he knew what he did Daisuke stepped towards Satoshi and embraced him. "I'm so glad to see you again." He whispered, feeling a deep warmth flood through his body.

"Yes. Nice too meet you again, Niwa-kun" Satoshi answered calm and smiled a little bit more. So Niwa-kun hasn't changed a bit. He was still so direct than in the past.

That time he was still able to ignore the dull pain in his chest and a familiar voice whispering.

Satoshi-sama….

Feeling this familiar warm body pressed against his own one, smelling the sweet scent of Niwa,  he was only able to feel happiness. The first time since an eternity.

Notes: Gomen ne! This was a baaaad chappy. Especially the end. -  This made clear that I'm not so good in writing. It was so lame. *depressed sigh*

Please don't kill me. The next one will include more DaiXSato things (maybe DarkXKrad). So please don't give up to support me! I will get better the next time! -_____-;;;;;