Draco: Because I'm sick, am avoiding work, and I received such
support! Here's chapter 2! *sneeze* Ugh…
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Dark sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at the unconscious boy laying next to him. What was going on here? He was supposed to be inside that brain, not watching in fear that its owner would never wake up. This was just too weird.
"Dai-chan?" He whispered softly, nudging the kid. "Dai-chan. Wake up."
Nothing. Shit. This was not good. Dark continued attempting to wake his former host up without success. Oh God! What if whatever had split them in two had killed Daisuke in the process? The phantom thief tried to shake the thought from his mind. That could not be it. It just…no! He sighed raggedly, wiping a hand across his eyes. Then he stared at the back of his hand. What was that? Tears?
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Daisuke woke up, floating, cold and lonely, somewhere in the back of his own mind. It was an occurrence he was used to, but it felt different somehow.
~Dark?~
There was no answer, just an echo bouncing back at him.
~D-dark?~
Still nothing.
~Dark? Where are you? What's going on? This isn't funny! Dark!~
But the thief wasn't there. No one was there. Daisuke suddenly realized that the reason it felt different was because he had never been so alone before. After Dark had shown up, there had always been a voice prodding him from his own head, but now… Now that voice was gone.
He shivered, hugging himself against the horrible cold, whimpering miserably as tears began to slip down his cheeks. ~Dark… Please, Dark…say something…anything…~
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Dark paced back and forth across the room. What was he going to do? God! What would he do without Daisuke there, that panicky little voice acting as his conscience, reminding him to stay sure of his ability to escape? What would he do without Daisuke?
He stopped and looked down on the boy again. The body still lay there, motionless. His eyes weren't even twitching under their lids. There was nothing at all, no reaction, just a still form under useless blankets.
Dark continued pacing. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to look. If he wasn't careful, he'd fall into it himself. The thought that he might be Daisuke's only chance was all that kept him going at this point. It was just so tempting to lay down next to the boy and let himself go.
Then he heard something, a slight movement. His heart leapt at the possibility, and he fell to his knees beside the bed. Could the boy be waking up? Oh God!
"Dai-chan! Dai-chan! Wake up!"
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Daisuke gave up, letting himself fall into a fit of sobs. There was nothing else he could do. He just wanted to feel something, hear something, even that irritating voice in the back of his head taunting him. Anything! All he wanted was to know that he wasn't lost forever!
~Dark!~ He screamed hoarsely through gasped breaths. ~Dark! Say something! Please! Say something! DARK!~
Then a pain shot through him, and he clenched his eyes shut against it. When he opened them again, he found himself staring wide-eyed at Dark, and the thief was…crying…?
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Dark jumped onto the bed and caught Daisuke as the boy shot up, nearly falling to the floor. He let the tears run free down his face as he stared into the boy's wide, brown eyes. Then he completely forgot himself, pulling the kid into his arms and hugging him tightly. But the body was rigid against him, and he dragged himself out into reality again.
"D-dark…?" Daisuke blinked, shaking. "W-what…are you doing…out here?"
Dark felt a blush cross his cheeks for the first time in longer than he could remember, and pushed the boy away with a slow shrug. "Uh…good…question…?"
* * *
Dark sat on the edge of the bed and stared down at the unconscious boy laying next to him. What was going on here? He was supposed to be inside that brain, not watching in fear that its owner would never wake up. This was just too weird.
"Dai-chan?" He whispered softly, nudging the kid. "Dai-chan. Wake up."
Nothing. Shit. This was not good. Dark continued attempting to wake his former host up without success. Oh God! What if whatever had split them in two had killed Daisuke in the process? The phantom thief tried to shake the thought from his mind. That could not be it. It just…no! He sighed raggedly, wiping a hand across his eyes. Then he stared at the back of his hand. What was that? Tears?
* * *
Daisuke woke up, floating, cold and lonely, somewhere in the back of his own mind. It was an occurrence he was used to, but it felt different somehow.
~Dark?~
There was no answer, just an echo bouncing back at him.
~D-dark?~
Still nothing.
~Dark? Where are you? What's going on? This isn't funny! Dark!~
But the thief wasn't there. No one was there. Daisuke suddenly realized that the reason it felt different was because he had never been so alone before. After Dark had shown up, there had always been a voice prodding him from his own head, but now… Now that voice was gone.
He shivered, hugging himself against the horrible cold, whimpering miserably as tears began to slip down his cheeks. ~Dark… Please, Dark…say something…anything…~
* * *
Dark paced back and forth across the room. What was he going to do? God! What would he do without Daisuke there, that panicky little voice acting as his conscience, reminding him to stay sure of his ability to escape? What would he do without Daisuke?
He stopped and looked down on the boy again. The body still lay there, motionless. His eyes weren't even twitching under their lids. There was nothing at all, no reaction, just a still form under useless blankets.
Dark continued pacing. He didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to look. If he wasn't careful, he'd fall into it himself. The thought that he might be Daisuke's only chance was all that kept him going at this point. It was just so tempting to lay down next to the boy and let himself go.
Then he heard something, a slight movement. His heart leapt at the possibility, and he fell to his knees beside the bed. Could the boy be waking up? Oh God!
"Dai-chan! Dai-chan! Wake up!"
* * *
Daisuke gave up, letting himself fall into a fit of sobs. There was nothing else he could do. He just wanted to feel something, hear something, even that irritating voice in the back of his head taunting him. Anything! All he wanted was to know that he wasn't lost forever!
~Dark!~ He screamed hoarsely through gasped breaths. ~Dark! Say something! Please! Say something! DARK!~
Then a pain shot through him, and he clenched his eyes shut against it. When he opened them again, he found himself staring wide-eyed at Dark, and the thief was…crying…?
* * *
Dark jumped onto the bed and caught Daisuke as the boy shot up, nearly falling to the floor. He let the tears run free down his face as he stared into the boy's wide, brown eyes. Then he completely forgot himself, pulling the kid into his arms and hugging him tightly. But the body was rigid against him, and he dragged himself out into reality again.
"D-dark…?" Daisuke blinked, shaking. "W-what…are you doing…out here?"
Dark felt a blush cross his cheeks for the first time in longer than he could remember, and pushed the boy away with a slow shrug. "Uh…good…question…?"
