A/N: This is the dream Daisuke was having when his mother walked into his room last chapter. I dedicate this to all the happy-yaoi-campers that are reading this story. Another note: to me, the little furball is Wiz. That's how it was named in the manga (Argentinean translation) and I like it better than With. It sounds odd that way, so I choose to name it Wiz. Sorry for any inconveniences.
Note: /.../ «-- Daisuke's thoughts Dark's thoughts --» italics

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Saa, me o tojite.
Interlude: Deep inside.



"Daisuki?"

Daisuke turned around in the direction of the voice. He wasn't surprised to see Wiz standing behind him with its brilliant eyes glowing happily. He approached the rabbit-demon and picked it from the floor, nuzzling his nose with Wiz's. He was a little shocked when the demon started glowing, but he would have never imagined it would change into the black-winged demon that usually helped Dark in his exploits.

/Wasn't Dark the only one who could make it change?/

He dismissed the question once the demon was fully transformed before him. It had its massive wings unfolded and its eyes were studying Daisuke, almost waiting for him to move. The boy remained rooted to the spot, unsure of what to do. He had never dealt with Wiz in this form and he was nervous. But seeing the demon wasn't moving and it looked expectant, he forced himself to move forwards.

Daisuke reached out with his right hand, trying with all of his might to push aside every thought that implied that the demon would attack him, and stroked the black feathers hesitatingly, waiting for a reaction.

The reaction that ensued, however, wasn't exactly what he had expected. Wiz's wings folded over the demon's form, wrapping it completely. The black-wrapped form before him looked like a blurry mist to Daisuke. It was as beautiful as it was strange, but whatever were the reasons, Daisuke couldn't tear his gaze from the image.

It was a few moments later, moments that seemed like ages, that the mist evaporated and the smoke that had once formed it took the shape of a young man of about sixteen. A young man with violet hair and bright eyes, glowing mischievously in the darkness surrounding them.

"Dark?"

The name escaped Daisuke's lips like a prayer would, getting lost in the immense distance that seemed to exist between them when previously hadn't been any. A cold breeze ruffled the boys' hair and their gazes finally met. Dark's usually full of life and mischievous gaze, now looked serious and opaque, expressing nothing. Daisuke's eyes, instead, looked bright and glassy, due to the tears threatening to flow; tears that he couldn't understand. He wasn't sad, then why did he want to cry all of a sudden?

A single tear ran down his pink cheek and dropped to the ground, instantly being sucked by the hungry earth. Dark was now standing before him, the distance separating them was less than an inch. Daisuke knew that this was a dream. It had to be, otherwise there would be no possible explanation to what happened next.

Dark cupped the boy's face with his hands and dried the barely wet cheek that had served as a escaping route for that lonely tear. Daisuke just kept his gaze locked to the thief's. That certain thief, then, proceeded to close the now invisible distance between them, bringing their bodies close, their atoms mixing and blurring themselves into a single body. Each of them knew they were know sharing a bittersweet kiss but it seemed so surreal than it ended just as soon as it had started. When the both of them opened their eyes, they found themselves in a deserted graveyard, holding hands and still staring at each other.

"Daisuke."

The voice seemed distant although Daisuke knew whom it belonged to. The thief, Dark Mousy, was still holding his hand and whispering his name like a mantra as if he couldn't understand its meaning. Then he kissed him again, a slight peck on the cheek, and smiled, the sweetest smile Daisuke had ever seen.

"Ai shiteru, Dai-chan."

Then Dark vanished and Daisuke was left standing alone. He looked around, looking for a sign that would alert him of Dark's presence but found nothing. Just the same cold breeze, tousling his hair. But just as it blew all around him in multiple directions, that same breeze brought with it a blue-ish form. That shapeless form lay still on the ground where the breeze had left it, glowing bright as if enchanted. But soon, as it took shape, Daisuke's eyes widened.

Satoshi walked up to him, the Curse of the Twilight hanging from his neck. He approached Daisuke with steady step, shutting the void between them. As he came to a halt before the boy of his dreams, as ironical as that sounded, he let his hands travel to the pendant he was wearing. Taking it off, he let it dangle between his fingers. Then, turning to Daisuke and staring into the very depths of the boy's eyes, he placed the cursed gift onto his hand.

"Only you have the key to unleash its powers."

Those words were the last thing he heard before Satoshi vanished, leaving nothing but a trail of dead butterflies spread on the now damp ground. As Daisuke melted into the earth, he held the pendant close to his chest and shouted until his lungs gave up.

"I don't have the power to free Dark!"

/The Curse of the Twilight... is tearing me apart./

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He, that's it. I hope you liked this. I'll see you in the next chapter.
As usual, reviews are very much welcome.