Draco: Okay, this is a short chapter. I really needed to update, and I
needed to get to my next stepping stone in the story, too, so here we are!
Enjoy!
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Daisuke opened his eyes to the bedroom that centered all of his dreams anymore. It was his hideaway, a place of safety and thought. To think was the only reason he even came to the little safe room anyway. But he didn't want to think right now, so why was he here?
Confused, he went to sit up and look around, but something stopped him. His eyes went wide as he rolled his head and craned his neck to look at his surroundings. Panic welled up in his chest as he realized that a set of canvas straps held him to the little, white bed. A miserable and terrified whine rose from his throat, tears brimming his soft brown eyes as he struggled against his bonds. Then something moved.
With a gasp, he jerked his head to the other side, only to find himself staring at a grinning blonde he would have preferred not to see. Krad leaned against the wall, arms across his chest, eyes glittering. Daisuke could feel the blood draining from his face as the man stepped forward. His heart was pounding and he writhed on the bed, then a hand fell over his eyes. He whimpered, yet that was the most that he could get out.
"This is all you will see," hot breath whispered in his ear, and when the hand lifted, he gasped at the view of his real bedroom ceiling.
Shooting up in bed, he flashed his gaze about franticly, but there was nothing strange. It was his room, just as he'd left it that morning, just as it had been when he'd woken up, just for a moment, as Dark lay him on the mattress and pulled the sheets up over him. He'd fallen asleep on that rooftop, staring in wonder at the stars his counterpart knew so well. That had felt so perfect, so beautiful. If only he could have it back. Where had the nightmare come from after a night like that? A shudder ran down his spine at the memory. "This is all you will see." What was that supposed to mean? Sighing, he wrapped his blankets around himself, curled into a little ball in the center of his bed, knees hugged up to his chest. I'm still in my clothes from yesterday, he thought absently. Dark just lay me down and told me to sleep. Where is Dark, anyway?
Frowning almost childishly, he looked around again, checking the floor, and finally found the violet-haired thief asleep at the foot of his bed. The phantom's pale limbs were half folded, half sprawled, like a pet fallen asleep while guarding its master, and the silken strands of his ethereal halo swept down over his peaceful, weary face.
Daisuke bit his lip and whispered quietly, "There's nothing to save me from out here, Dark. You can let your guard down. The nightmares are in my head. They didn't come out with you."
"Are you so sure?"
The brunette jumped, but all the response was lost as something was shoved roughly into his mouth, rolling his lower lip over his teeth just enough to draw blood, and a hand covered his eyes. His elbows dug into his ribs as an arm wrapped around his waist, rending him helpless against the force that lifted him from the sheets. He struggled and whined in the darkness, frustrated and frightened tears escaping his blinded eyes and seeping from under his captor's hand.
"This is all you'll see," whispered a far too familiar voice, and Daisuke surrendered to unconsciousness.
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"Daisuke!" Dark shot up in a dizzy panic, breathing heavily. Finally he gave a groggy groan, steadying himself as the world spun. "Mmm. Dai- chan?" There was no answer, and he yawned. "Hey. You awake?"
When the silence remained, a shudder trailed through him as his mind returned to his nightmares. "This is all you will see," Krad had said, leaving Daisuke blink and Dark helpless to save him. After fourteen years, the thief had been released from that dark, forgotten prison in the boy's mind, locked away by a glitch in the boy's DNA. In the nightmares, however, he was returned there, fully conscious of the events taking place, and completely incapacitated. No matter what he did, the boy didn't hear him.
Clenching his eyes shut, Dark pushed the thoughts from his mind. It was just a nightmare, right? Daisuke had them all the time. If the kid could survive them, so could he. They weren't really that bad.
He climbed to his feet, sighing, "Hey Dai.?" Then his stomach clenched, and his face paled to a ghostly hue. "Daisuke?" But there was no one, nothing. The bed lay empty of all but a pile of tangled sheets and tossed pillows. Shaking, Dark reached his hands out, half to steady himself and half to feel the pale bedcovers. They were still slightly warm, though cool enough that Daisuke must have been gone for a good length of time. Maybe he'd just gone down for breakfast or something. It was a vain hope, he knew, but he hurried to the door anyway, ready to step out. Only the sound of the boy's mother downstairs stopped him. Daisuke's family didn't know of the separations yet, and Dark wasn't sure he wanted to be the one to let them know, especially by announcing that the new generation had been kidnapped. He particularly wasn't keen on letting the overly excitable woman down there know. With a wretched groan, the thief fell back, collapsing onto the edge of the bed.
"Shit," he choked. "Daisuke."
Shaking slightly, he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He couldn't help blaming himself. Why hadn't he woken up? How had someone gotten in here past him? As he wallowed in his misery, there was a thump, and something bounced against his shin with a soft noise. Dark jumped, then frowned down at a very dizzy, little, white fuzz ball. With stumbled back in circles and feel over.
"K-kyu."
Dark scooped the creature up. "With? What.? Where'd you come from?"
Reoriented, With went crazy, leaping form Dark's hands to the nearby windowsill. It bounced up and down, crying excitedly, and finally jumped out the window, flapping its ears madly without paying any mind as to whether Dark actually followed or not. Frowning, Dark looked around one last time, and sighed. What did he have to lose? So he shot out after the white blur, flying from one rooftop to the next, and prayed that the little creature knew where it was going.
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Draco: I know! I know! Where did With come from? Well, he was always there. I just couldn't figure out where to fit him in. Oh, and With (a.k.a. Wiz, Wizu, etc.) really can fly with his ears in the bunny-ish form. He does it in book 4, so I didn't just make it up for cuteness sake.
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Daisuke opened his eyes to the bedroom that centered all of his dreams anymore. It was his hideaway, a place of safety and thought. To think was the only reason he even came to the little safe room anyway. But he didn't want to think right now, so why was he here?
Confused, he went to sit up and look around, but something stopped him. His eyes went wide as he rolled his head and craned his neck to look at his surroundings. Panic welled up in his chest as he realized that a set of canvas straps held him to the little, white bed. A miserable and terrified whine rose from his throat, tears brimming his soft brown eyes as he struggled against his bonds. Then something moved.
With a gasp, he jerked his head to the other side, only to find himself staring at a grinning blonde he would have preferred not to see. Krad leaned against the wall, arms across his chest, eyes glittering. Daisuke could feel the blood draining from his face as the man stepped forward. His heart was pounding and he writhed on the bed, then a hand fell over his eyes. He whimpered, yet that was the most that he could get out.
"This is all you will see," hot breath whispered in his ear, and when the hand lifted, he gasped at the view of his real bedroom ceiling.
Shooting up in bed, he flashed his gaze about franticly, but there was nothing strange. It was his room, just as he'd left it that morning, just as it had been when he'd woken up, just for a moment, as Dark lay him on the mattress and pulled the sheets up over him. He'd fallen asleep on that rooftop, staring in wonder at the stars his counterpart knew so well. That had felt so perfect, so beautiful. If only he could have it back. Where had the nightmare come from after a night like that? A shudder ran down his spine at the memory. "This is all you will see." What was that supposed to mean? Sighing, he wrapped his blankets around himself, curled into a little ball in the center of his bed, knees hugged up to his chest. I'm still in my clothes from yesterday, he thought absently. Dark just lay me down and told me to sleep. Where is Dark, anyway?
Frowning almost childishly, he looked around again, checking the floor, and finally found the violet-haired thief asleep at the foot of his bed. The phantom's pale limbs were half folded, half sprawled, like a pet fallen asleep while guarding its master, and the silken strands of his ethereal halo swept down over his peaceful, weary face.
Daisuke bit his lip and whispered quietly, "There's nothing to save me from out here, Dark. You can let your guard down. The nightmares are in my head. They didn't come out with you."
"Are you so sure?"
The brunette jumped, but all the response was lost as something was shoved roughly into his mouth, rolling his lower lip over his teeth just enough to draw blood, and a hand covered his eyes. His elbows dug into his ribs as an arm wrapped around his waist, rending him helpless against the force that lifted him from the sheets. He struggled and whined in the darkness, frustrated and frightened tears escaping his blinded eyes and seeping from under his captor's hand.
"This is all you'll see," whispered a far too familiar voice, and Daisuke surrendered to unconsciousness.
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"Daisuke!" Dark shot up in a dizzy panic, breathing heavily. Finally he gave a groggy groan, steadying himself as the world spun. "Mmm. Dai- chan?" There was no answer, and he yawned. "Hey. You awake?"
When the silence remained, a shudder trailed through him as his mind returned to his nightmares. "This is all you will see," Krad had said, leaving Daisuke blink and Dark helpless to save him. After fourteen years, the thief had been released from that dark, forgotten prison in the boy's mind, locked away by a glitch in the boy's DNA. In the nightmares, however, he was returned there, fully conscious of the events taking place, and completely incapacitated. No matter what he did, the boy didn't hear him.
Clenching his eyes shut, Dark pushed the thoughts from his mind. It was just a nightmare, right? Daisuke had them all the time. If the kid could survive them, so could he. They weren't really that bad.
He climbed to his feet, sighing, "Hey Dai.?" Then his stomach clenched, and his face paled to a ghostly hue. "Daisuke?" But there was no one, nothing. The bed lay empty of all but a pile of tangled sheets and tossed pillows. Shaking, Dark reached his hands out, half to steady himself and half to feel the pale bedcovers. They were still slightly warm, though cool enough that Daisuke must have been gone for a good length of time. Maybe he'd just gone down for breakfast or something. It was a vain hope, he knew, but he hurried to the door anyway, ready to step out. Only the sound of the boy's mother downstairs stopped him. Daisuke's family didn't know of the separations yet, and Dark wasn't sure he wanted to be the one to let them know, especially by announcing that the new generation had been kidnapped. He particularly wasn't keen on letting the overly excitable woman down there know. With a wretched groan, the thief fell back, collapsing onto the edge of the bed.
"Shit," he choked. "Daisuke."
Shaking slightly, he leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. He couldn't help blaming himself. Why hadn't he woken up? How had someone gotten in here past him? As he wallowed in his misery, there was a thump, and something bounced against his shin with a soft noise. Dark jumped, then frowned down at a very dizzy, little, white fuzz ball. With stumbled back in circles and feel over.
"K-kyu."
Dark scooped the creature up. "With? What.? Where'd you come from?"
Reoriented, With went crazy, leaping form Dark's hands to the nearby windowsill. It bounced up and down, crying excitedly, and finally jumped out the window, flapping its ears madly without paying any mind as to whether Dark actually followed or not. Frowning, Dark looked around one last time, and sighed. What did he have to lose? So he shot out after the white blur, flying from one rooftop to the next, and prayed that the little creature knew where it was going.
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Draco: I know! I know! Where did With come from? Well, he was always there. I just couldn't figure out where to fit him in. Oh, and With (a.k.a. Wiz, Wizu, etc.) really can fly with his ears in the bunny-ish form. He does it in book 4, so I didn't just make it up for cuteness sake.
