I've released chapter 3 and 4 together, because chapter 3 was so awfully short my apologies. More notes on chapter 4!
Daisuke looked once more at his surroundings. Why did he come here? Why did he come to the spot where he had last heard from Dark?
Some invisible force had drawn him here without his knowledge. This force, or most probably his own subconscious had drawn him here to settle things one and for all.
But he was scared.
He didn't want to face the answers he might find. He wished he could avoid them. But he came here for a reason, and in the future he might do so again. Best to face them now then run away. He might not be the brightest, but he was no coward.
This wasn't about pride anymore, this was a desperate plea to his other side to respond.
"Dark," Daisuke's voice trembled slightly.
"Dark please talk to me. I am sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it. Say something, anything!"
Only silence answered him.
The wind was picking up, it would probably rain soon, but Daisuke was too occupied to notice. He was waiting for Dark to laugh at him to tell him how silly he was, how Dark had just kept silent to freak Daisuke out. And it worked. Daisuke had gotten so used to the sarcastic and smug voice of Dark, that the silence was unbearable.
When Dark replied he knew exactly how he would react, he would shout at Dark for making him worry for nothing, but he would be glad that Dark was back.
The first raindrops started falling and Daisuke was starting to feel the chill. As much as he didn't want to get wet or cold, he ignored it.
He looked around as if looking for Dark but he knew Dark wasn't able to appear outside of him. Still he looked around desperately.
"Daaaaaaaark," Daisuke's voice sounded broken as he called again with tears in his eyes. He felt heavy as he dropped to the ground on his knees.
"Dark." He breathed as he tilted his head looking at the sky; the rain started falling harder onto him. "Pleaseā¦"
Daisuke dragged his body further. He had been sitting on the group in the rain for the last 2 hours just waiting for a reply. Thinking that maybe Dark wouldn't let him sit out there and catch a cold.
The last time Daisuke was sick, Dark was almost unbearable to have in his head.
Well at least for one day.
Even though Dark had told him what an idiot he was for standing in the rain, he knew Dark didn't mind that much. At least he got that poor lost child home without any disasters.
If he could have, Dark would have gotten Daisuke some hot soup or anything but that would only result in Daisuke having to get up.
When sick, Dark can't take over Daisuke's body. But Dark did help in some way. He let Daisuke rest enough and didn't bother him to much with snide remarks or mean comments. Well except the first day. Dark did care for him.
No wait, no he doesn't it's just in his own best interest to have Daisuke healthy. With Daisuke out of commission, Dark would be bored stiff.
Daisuke shivered he was feeling the cold piercing his bones, home wasn't far away now. The rain was still pouring down onto him.
Daisuke looked up, he didn't recognise this street. He looked around and realised he had already walked past his house. He was so out of it he didn't even notice.
As he stopped in front of his house he reached for his pocket.
"Damn it," he scolded, he had forgotten his keys.
He wasn't really in the mood for his mother to tell him off for getting soaked. Nor a lecture from his grandfather about him not completing the mission. He sighed and rang the doorbell.
His mother opened with a look of worry and anger on her face.
"Daisuke where have you been! I've been worried sick!"
"Sorry mom." Daisuke mumbled and started making his way towards the stairs.
"Oh no you don't young man, not until you give me a proper explanation of where you've been. You missed dinner!"
"Not now mom, I'm not in the mood. I'm going to bed." With that said Daisuke continued his way upstairs.
Daisuke's mother stared after him in despair. As she turned around her father was standing in the living room doorway.
"Something is very wrong with Daisuke father."
"That was kind of obvious dear." Her father retorted.
"Something must have happened. He is rude to me, to you, I heard him this morning cutting you
off, but worst of all he won't tell me what's going on." She huffed.
"We have to do something."
