Saa, me o tojite

by GloomyBumblebee

Daisuke thinks of Dark in a very particular way. But what would happen if Dark felt the same way about him?

7. Chapter 6: Tsuki no uta

Note: /.../ «-- Daisuke's thoughts Dark's thoughts --» italics

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Saa, me o tojite.
Chapter 6: Tsuki no uta.

Dark was the first one of them to show any signs of life that Sunday. Daisuke was sleeping soundly through that stormy morning, while the thief had once again started pondering on the many things that occupied his mind at the moment. And the one thing that seemed to stand out from the rest was the Curse of the Twilight.

It seemed to Dark that all of the things that had happen to him were now unimportant when compared to this new predicament. This curse that could finally erase his existence or either give him a life of his own. It also seemed to him that nothing he'd ever lived before was worth more than what he'd experienced in the relatively short time he'd spent with Daisuke. It was as if each one of his memories had been erased to be replaced with new ones. He wondered why, though he somehow already knew the reason.

That was another thing that clouded his thoughts from time to time. He wasn't sure of what to make of those doubts, but he was sure it wasn't something he'd ever had to ponder on before. But even know, as he felt the rise and fall of Daisuke's chest as he breathed quietly while sleeping, he couldn't help but fear. He didn't even know what he was fearing anymore, but the sensation was there and it didn't look as if it would leave him any soon.

Daisuke stirred. Dark automatically retreated back into the darkness and let the boy wake up in peace, something he didn't seem to find whenever Dark was around. The boy yawned in the quiet of his room, stretching his limbs lazily. He looked at the clock by the bedside table and groaned. It wasn't even half past nine and he was already up. On a Sunday. Sacrilege.

He rolled off the bed clumsily, still numbed by sleep, and made his way to the closet. He picked out a pair of jeans and a shirt and put them on slowly, trying not to fall dead-asleep on the floor in the process. He then went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face, still not registering anything going on around him such as his grandfather yelling to his father about someone having lost a key or Emiko singing happily as she prepared breakfast downstairs. Maybe that was why Kosuke and Daiki were shouting.

There was only one thing Daisuke took in consideration that morning and it was that he was never alone. He was sharing his body with someone and that someone was already awake. How he knew Dark was awake was a mystery, but he did and so he called for him.

/Dark?/

Daisuke! How are you? Had a good night's sleep? The thief asked to the boy in a sort of greeting, showing himself in a much better mood than he had the previous day. It seemed as if he had already forgotten everything, though both of them knew that wasn't likely to happen.

/It was fine, how was yours?/

Nothing out of the ordinary...

/Oh,/ the boy answered rather dumbly. Mornings were not his favourite moment of the day. Daisuke walked down the stairs into the lower part of the house and made his way to the kitchen with Dark still talking to him about nothing and everything. In fact, he only shut up once Emiko had came into view with the rest of the Niwa clan. But Daisuke never minded his company and, to be honest, he was rather disappointed at the thief's departure.

"Daisuke, honey, how are you?"

"I'm okay," he answered truthfully. Though still dizzy with sleep, he was feeling good. Or good enough given the consequences, actually.

"I'm glad to hear that, you've been rather odd lately."

Daisuke shrugged and Emiko ruffled his hair affectionately. He then was forced to get involved in a conversation between Kosuke and Daiki about the Curse of the Twilight. Daisuke was sick of hearing about it and he had no interest whatsoever in speaking to his relatives about it, but seeing as he had no other choice, he simply told them what he knew.

Instantly, everyone became silent.

"TOWA!!" Emiko yelled angrily, making the blond girl rush to the kitchen, the usual smile on her face now replaced with a look of confusion.

"What is it?"

"How come you didn't tell us what you knew?" Emiko had her face red with anger. Kosuke wasn't looking any better and Daiki was feeling bad for the poor girl. How was she going to know she had to say anything when she didn't even know the blasted thing was going to be stolen?

"I don't understand," she said truthfully; something only Daisuke and Daiki believed, even though they were just as worried as everyone else.

"Don't play fool on me, Towa," Emiko warned her. "You knew what the Curse of the Twilight did all along and you didn't think it proper to inform us?"

"Shut up!"

Everyone turned to look at Daisuke. He had his head bent downwards, his bangs covering his eyes as he gazed at the ground avoiding everyone's stares. Finally, once he had calmed, he addressed his mother with a glare. "How can you talk to her like that? She didn't know she had to say anything, it was me who asked and she never tried to hide any details. She did the best she could, considering how she had no idea of our plans of stealing that stupid pendant!"

He stood to leave, leaving his breakfast untouched. Emiko and the rest of the Niwas were left staring at the boy's retreating back as he left. Not a word was said afterwards and, after the outburst, all food plates were left untouched, just as Daisuke had done. No one was in the mood for eating.

-o-

Daisuke, instead of going back to his room as he had planned only seconds before, opened the front door and left his house. It was still raining hard and he was prone to catch a cold, but he didn't care. He just wanted to breathe fresh air and forget about things for a while. He wanted to clear his mind and rid it of all thoughts.

And that is how he sat on the sidewalk, watching the raindrops fall angrily to the floor and doing nothing else. He was content to be at peace with himself, at least for a short while.

Just as he was waiting for time to pass, he watched as a large white limousine parked itself in front of his house. He feared the worst and he was right in doing so. The door of the unusual automobile opened, almost in slow motion. A black umbrella spread itself and soon after a blond head and a lithe body became visible. Daisuke groaned inwardly; why did he have such bad luck?

The form of Keiji Saga walked to where he was sitting, looking disgusted and shaking his head. "My, my, Niwa-kun... you're soaked to the bone, your clothes will get ruined."

"Honestly," Daisuke started saying with annoyance, "I couldn't care less about my clothes."

"Tsk, tsk." Saga shook his head again. "You should, Niwa-kun, you look so good in them, it would be a shame to see them spoiled by a moment of depression."

"That didn't make sense," pointed out one deadpanned Funabashi from behind Saga's back. The man simply turned around to glare at him and make a rather rude gesture, intending to shut him up. "And you're being impolite."

Saga counted to ten, to try not to slap him. Funabashi somehow loved to provoke him and he was succeeding for the most part. Instead, he turned his head back to Daisuke, speaking of whom had already stood up and was now opening the door to his home. "So much for a quiet morning..." he muttered to himself. He shrieked when the face of Saga came into view, mere inches from his.

"Why the yelling? I'm a cute boy..."

"Pervert."

Funabashi was getting on Saga's nerves now, forcing the man the push him out of the way and back into the car. "Where was I?" Daisuke had once again managed to escape him, standing now behind the door of his home and closing it. Saga rushed to the door and stepped between it and its frame, preventing Daisuke from closing it. "Niwa-ku---n!" He whined annoyingly while the teen was still trying to close the door, his foot stuck between the door and the doorframe. "I need to speak to you!" Saga kept on whining until the boy finally gave up and let him in. "It was about time," he muttered.

Daisuke let his mother know of the visitor's arrival and so she quickly disabled the traps of the hall. Saga then followed the boy into his room, where he was left to himself while Daisuke dried himself up in the bathroom.

With an angry face and new clothes, Daisuke entered his room, closing the door behind. He sat on the bed and waited for Saga to say whatever it was he was so desperate to say. "Niwa-kun," the man started saying. "I have brought you something."

"Do I want to know what it is?" Daisuke asked, rather scared. He always was, whenever Saga came into view; the man not only was a pervert, but also quite insane.

"Don't worry, Niwa-kun, you'll like it." Saga took out a badly wrapped package from his pocket and handed it to the boy. "Go on," he said cheerfully, "open it!"

Daisuke did as he was told, already regretting having let the producer or whatever the man was inside his home. Once the wrappings dropped to the floor, he was surprised to see a tiny photo album. He stared at it for a while, unsure of whether to open it and look inside or simply toss it back to Saga and, hopefully, hitting him on the head.

"Well," said man prodded him with his finger in his ribs, making Daisuke want to unleash his fury. "Aren't you going to look inside?"

Daisuke was about to confess being a little scared at what he could find inside the book, but he really didn't stand a chance with Saga by his side and being even more annoying than usual. He opened the album and started flicking through its pages. He found pictures of himself, nothing out of the ordinary... well, if you didn't consider the little pink hearts and chibi bunnies adorning the pages, something that made Daisuke squirm in his seat with embarrassment. He could bet his life he was blushing. He also took the chance to mentally curse Saga. As he kept flicking through the album's pages he found images of Dark.

Holy shit...

/Yes,/ he answered to Dark's statement /I feel the same way./

He turned page after page of photographs, until he reached the one that made his heart skip a few beats and his breath catch in his throat.

I think it would be wise to let you know that... we are screwed.

/How poetical of you.../ Daisuke said to Dark. /But you're right./

The picture featured Dark, staring at the pendant hanging loosely from Satoshi's hand. As he turned the page, he observed Dark, bent down on his knees, clutching at his head. Another page and Dark was lying unconscious on the ground. Another one... and Daisuke was entering his home.

The boy looked up to Saga's grinning face with pure, unadulterated hatred in his eyes. Though the man was a burden in Daisuke's life, he still felt a little sympathy towards him. But now... now he wanted to torture the man slowly and painfully until he dropped dead on the floor and then chop his limbs off his body and feed them to Wiz.

"What is it you want?" He asked, trying to keep his composure; otherwise he would have lunged for Saga's neck right there and then.

The blond man only grinned wider and took the album from Daisuke's hands, starting to flicker through the pages with a malicious glint in his eyes. "Oh, nothing, really..."

"I don't believe you," Daisuke told him.

"Well, you should, Niwa-kun. Well," he acknowledged evilly, "partially, at least."

Obviously, that statement didn't surprise Daisuke in the least. He sighed and looked at Saga with venom in his gaze as he commanded him to speak.

The blond man simply grinned wider and wider each second. He folded his hands in his lap and looked at his redheaded companion. "You see, Niwa-kun, I always knew you were Dark." Daisuke nodded. It was true and he had always suspected that Saga had known from the very beginning, even with Wiz's help and every trick that had been intended to confuse him. He may look stupid, but that didn't mean he really was. "To me, finally having proof for my theory is enough a reward. However, it would be unfair for all of my team -that worked day and night investigating and taking pictures- to leave this blackmail material unused."

"I'll repeat myself, then," Daisuke said, trying to keep his composure before he strangled Saga. "What on Earth do you want from us?"

"Actually, I want nothing from you both." Saga looked, for once, embarrassed. Daisuke saw him as his cheeks turned pink and frowned; he understood the man less and less with each second that passed. Finally, Saga explained himself. "I want Dark... to sign a contract with my company."

Daisuke froze. He didn't know whether to finally succumb to his instincts or burst out laughing. Surely he couldn't be serious, could he? "What?" he spat at the man.

Saga continued to smile. "You heard."

"Is this a joke?"

"Nope," Saga shook his head. "I already had you in a commercial, now I want Dark. I could turn him into a star! Everyone already loves him, even though he's a thief. How could we not exploit his outstanding talents???"

Daisuke had been uncomfortable before, but now he was near hysterics. Saga was speaking to him as if it were a famous artist he was referring to. /Dark?/ He called cautiously. /Have you, by any chance, listened to what this madman just said?/

Yes.

/Should I transform into you? I don't think I can handle this man much longer.../

I don't think it would be wise to transform. Dark admitted to the boy. I don't have your patience of self-control, I would probably turn from a thief into a murderer.

/Okay then, what should I tell him?/

Well, first, tell him that I will consider his offer and then... snatch the fucking album from him and kick him out of the house.

"Hey! You spaced out," Saga informed him happily, and rather uselessly. "I suppose you were speaking to your -let's say- inner-self, weren't you?"

"Oh, but how bright of you!" Daisuke mocked him, losing his temper yet once again.

"So, what's your -or rather his- answer then?"

"He said he's going to consider it." Saga literally jumped with excitement. He clapped his hands and grinned even wider, making Daisuke's left eye twitch. "He also said," he carried on, lying to the man so he could finally have a little peace. "He also said, that in order to think about your proposition he needed time to be alone. In other words," he said nonchalantly as he stood up, "get out."

Daisuke took the album from Saga's hands and caught him by the neck of his shirt. Saga told him that he was expecting a definite answer by tomorrow, as Daisuke dragged him out of the room and down the stairs into the front door and finally pushed his body out of the house. He exaggerated a grin to the man and waved at him from his current position as he yelled "bye!" As he closed the door and turned around, however, he met his mother's eyes, which were looking curious.

"Wasn't that one of your friends?"

Daisuke wondered, from time to time, if his mother was normal. He looked at her, the annoyance from his encounter with Saga still visible in his features, and asked her in an alarmed voice, "what is your problem?" before dashing past her and up the stairs once again, to lock himself in his room. He couldn't remember ever having spent so much time inside those four walls.

That was odd. It was the only thing Dark said and Daisuke agreed with him.

/Odd and tiring./

We have to do something about this, I don't want to be involved with that man.

/Figure it out yourself, I'm tired./

Thank you, Daisuke, you're such a great help.

Daisuke snickered /I know I am./

-o-

The rest of the day went by without any other major events happening. Daisuke didn't eat -he was still angry with his family- and spent some of his time catching up on schoolwork. He could also be found reading a book from time to time, but mostly he spent his time talking to Dark. He thought back to the day when everything had started. He had thought of Dark as a burden, but as time passed he learned to like him and appreciate him deeply. And in this last month, most specially the last week, he'd learn how to love him.

It was weird for him to finally admit that to himself, but he couldn't help it anymore. Just like Satoshi couldn't help but let him know of his feelings that day. He wondered if he would have the same luck as Satoshi. Was he going to lose himself in front of Dark and let him know of his feelings? He doubted it. Even if he was forever sad, he couldn't tell him. He was sure the thief wouldn't understand and even if he did, he wasn't going to return Daisuke's feelings. He wasn't ready to be rejected once again. And anyway, it somehow made him feel better, in a rather twisted way, to know that if he never found true love Dark would never leave.

Daisuke yawned and stretched his arms. One look at the clock to know it was nearing midnight. He closed the books he had been staring at absently and made his way to the closet to take out his pyjamas.

Daisuke?

/Yes, Dark?/ Daisuke acknowledged him sleepily.

Do you mind if I borrow your body for tonight?

Surely only he would be having that kind of conversation; he snickered as he thought so. Daisuke dropped his arms, defeated. /Sure, why not?/

Thank you, Dai-chan!

/Just one thing, though. Why do you want it for at this time of night?/

I just want to go for a walk.

Daisuke shrugged, /okay./ He then concentrated all of his energy in transforming into Dark. He hadn't noticed how difficult it was to do it out of will. He imagined that the reason why it had been so easy to do it last Friday was because he was scared for the thief. He was so desperate that his DNA must have reacted. It wasn't a thrilled idea, considering his feelings for the thief.

Finally, the transformation was complete and Dark left through the window of Daisuke's room. He didn't go far, though, he merely climbed to the rooftop of the house and sat on its edge. Looking up at the now clear sky, he stared at the moon. All of his thoughts mingled inside of his mind and he lost track of time as he stopped considering them. Daisuke was fast asleep, he could tell, and that gave him freedom to ponder on all of those things that were troubling him. Of course he did consider Saga's offer -well, not exactly-. He knew that Saga probably had a copy of all the photographs and so he had to find a way to solve this problem. It was his responsibility, since Saga seemed to only want him.

But he couldn't stop thinking about one particular thing. He couldn't stop worrying about Daisuke. The boy was present in all of his thoughts and he couldn't understand it. Well, he had a vague idea of what could be the problem at hand, but it seemed odd to him. It would be too out of character to even consider it. But still, the doubt was there and he couldn't just shrug it off.

He also pondered for a while on his existence. He thought back to all of those times in which he had thought himself in love, all of those girls he had seduced and those who had seduced him. He thought about the times in which he shared the body with Daiki. He remembered Agate and how the boy had been in love with her. He could still remember the look of utter sadness in Daiki's face when he found out the girl had died. It had somehow made him think that he didn't enjoy his life anymore. He didn't want to be the curse of the Niwa family; he wanted to have a life of his own. That's when he realised what his wish really was. He wanted to love and be loved. That one thing that seemed essential to all humans and he had never considered, was the one he now wanted the most.

Dark closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Thinking of those things always made him sad. He always believed -and would continue to do so until proven wrong- that he would never grant his wish. Love was not made for him, it seemed, and it pained him now more than ever. His wish was for someone to love him for what he was, flaws and all, and understand him; someone to support him. He sighed. He was probably aiming too high.

And so, he kept staring at the moon as he sang, without even realising he was doing it.

Pandora's Box open
I look through my memories
Old glares and new loving stares
I can't seem to tell them apart

If there's one thing I'd like to know
Is what you don't want to tell me

shikirou kasanete
kimi no kage, hiroiatsume

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Dark's song is, in reality, a fragment of a song I wrote two months ago. Laugh all you want but I like it a lot. It's one of my favourite lyrics (out of those I've written, of course). Due credit goes to Gackt, since I stole those last two lines from his song Tsuki no Uta and then named my song like that and now the title of the chapter as well.
The translation of those lines:
"The mirages pile up
Your shadows, I collect them."
That's it, I hope you liked this chapter! As usual, I ask you to be patient and have faith, everything will take shape soon.
PS. Thanks to those who reviewed last chapter, I'm glad you're liking this thing. About last chapter... it was a dream. The dream Daisuke was having in chapter five. That's it, nothing more to say, I'm leaving. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!