Sorry this chapter took so long! I was really busy this weekend with choir and everything else. Also, it was finished two days ago, but FFNet was having technical problems and wasnt letting people sign in. Thanks for the reviews, and thanks even more for the criticism! I I understand that a lot of people find Riku out of character... Sorry about that. I'm just basing it off myself (I'm sure I've said this already) because I think I'm a bit like Riku. Rape isnt something people get over fast. It causes depression, cutting and suicide, among other things. Riku is stubborn; everyone knows it. Before asking for help, she'd take it into her own hands.
"I think you should have drawn out the story more before you came to the confrentation between she and Daisuke" thanks for the suggestion and it will be taken into mind when I rewrite this, if I ever do. :) Oh yeah, this chapter switches point of view a few times, if it's confusing at all, let me know.
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Saehara Takeshi walked home from school slowly, eyes lingering on the melting ice, legs moving at a steady pace. He was thinking. Daisuke had left school even before the lunch bell rang and Riku hadn't been at school since a few days before that. He was trying to find a reason for the two events to be connected—he had a feeling they were.
He, on the other hand, had only stayed home from school one day that week. The reason being that he had a horrible headache and a few bruises in which he couldn't remember receiving. The whole night before that seemed as a blur to him. He shrugged it off. Suddenly, a very familiar redhead entered his personal space at a speed to fast for his liking. They collided, resulting in both of them to stumble to the pavement.
"Heeey, Daisuke!" he yelled, picking himself and the redhead off the ground, "Where've ya been?" The redhead simply cocked his head in a direction aiming toward the Harada's residence. "OOH, I see. Some one-on-one time with the girlfriend, eh? How was that?"
Obviously, Saehara had overlooked his friend's seemingly cooler attitude toward him. "Nothing like that." Daisuke exclaimed, solemnly before returning to silence.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, puzzled.
Daisuke's eyes widened—he couldn't believe Saehara was asking if he did something wrong. Remembering his promise to Riku-san, he turned and began heading for his home. Takeshi noticed this and moved himself in front of his friend's path. "What did I do?"
"You know what you did." Daisuke didn't want to spell it out or break his promise to Riku, but he was far too honest to ignore Saehara.
"No, actually I don't. Why don't you fill me in?"
"No." He tried to stand by his answer. Saehara could see him falter.
"C'mon Daisuke. If I was pissed at you I would have told you why already." Daisuke began having doubts as to what Riku told him; he knew better than to doubt her, but Saehara was oblivious. As Daisuke was still contemplating whether or not to answer, his shoulder was pulled back, shifting his view. "Heeey, Daisuke and I were in the middle of a conversation," Takeshi shouted at Satoshi.
"This is more important, by far." His voice echoed in Daisuke's ears; it held intensity to it, and he could tell it was the bad sort of intensity. Satoshi yanked Daisuke away. He was just glad to get away from Saehara; the promise to Riku-san had almost been broken.
"What's going on?" he asked his captor as they entered a dark alleyway and Daisuke regained enough composure to walk without Satoshi dragging him.
"Shhh… I'll tell you in a minute," Satoshi exclaimed, like a frustrated parent. They walked through the alley and down the next street until they reached Satoshi's apartment. After unlocking the door, Satoshi gestured for Daisuke to enter before closing the door behind them.
"What is it?" Daisuke asked, suddenly afraid of what he might hear.
"You've been having dreams with Dark in them." He began, pausing for a nod from Daisuke, "What did he tell you about Krad?"
"What??? He didn't mention Krad at all. The only thing he told me was to watch out for Riku-san." The question had caught Daisuke completely by surprise with his mind focused only on Riku.
"Are you sure he didn't mention Krad?"
"Yes. Why?" He asked, still confused as to why he had to walk all the way here for that.
"I think Krad is breaking the seal to the dark wings. That's the reason for them being back in our dreams. It's only a matter of time until he destroys it completely." Daisuke hadn't realized Dark's secrecy when he appeared in his dreams could have anything to do with Krad.
"But, they'll just end up sharing bodies with us again, won't they?" Daisuke questioned the older boy. In a way, he wanted Dark to return to his body. He missed him.
"No." He paused, "Niwa-kun, they're sealed now. They are no longer connected to our bodies alone."
"Wait, they're still sealed…aren't they?" Daisuke asked, suddenly realizing that potential for danger in the outcome of the current situation.
"Not completely. Or else they wouldn't be in our dreams." He sighed.
The thought suddenly occurred to Daisuke that Satoshi had included himself in his previous statement. "Did Krad tell you this?"
"More or less. Watch yourself Niwa-kun. I don't know what he's capable of. I just know that he wants to hurt us for sealing him." Daisuke meekly nodded. "Ask Dark tonight if he knows what's going on."
"I will. Bye Hiwatari-kun."
"Ja ne." He spoke, once again in his cool tone. He always sounded so much more mature than he really was. He was, after all, only a fourteen-year-old boy.
Satoshi opened the door for his friend then closed it behind him. It was going to be another long, sleepless night. He needed to get rid of Krad for good; he knew that if he didn't stop him, Krad would be after Daisuke in whatever way he found possible. Krad was his burden—not Daisuke's. The last thing he wanted was for Krad to hurt Daisuke. He didn't mind it so much when it was himself, but Daisuke didn't deserve the pain Krad was sure to bring. He had to get rid of him. He had to. For Daisuke…
After the door closed behind him, the redhead sprinted all the way home in attempt to avoid another confrontation with Saehara. Thoughts danced around in Daisuke's mind to the sound of his feet on the pavement. Because of his earlier conversation with Saehara he wasn't sure of the credibility of Riku's story any longer. But, it was unlike her to lie, especially to him.
And the bruises… He winced at their memory. His Riku-san wasn't the same and he still couldn't tell if he loved her less for it. The image of her with a knife in her hand wouldn't leave his mind no matter how hard he tried to erase it. She had been so innocent, much like he had been. It seemed the time passed since the night they first kissed was a lifetime. It was so unlike her…
Then he had Krad to worry about. That constant threat had returned and he would need to be on the watch for anything suspicious. Daisuke wasn't exactly sure if he could handle everything all at once, but knew he had to. It wouldn't be impossible, just difficult. That night he would talk to Dark and form a plan to take care of everything. Dark would be his savior.
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