Satoshi knew that Daisuke was gone, trapped in the Toki no Byoushin, as soon as he saw the red hair of the boy that stole his breath in the crowded hallway the next morning at school. He wanted to go straight to Dark, to yell and scream at him for being at school, for wearing Daisuke's face as a mask, for pretending everything was alright while Daisuke was trapped in Time.
He would go after the boy himself, save him from the pain and death that awaited him in the Toki no Byoushin, but he had no better a chance of survival that Daisuke. The Toki no Byoushin was not meant to be kind to humans.
Dark, though, as the spirit he was, had no excuse!
But instead of saving his other half, here he was, faking a laugh with Daisuke's friends between classes.
Satoshi finally caught up with the thief as they moved to their seats in class.
"What are you doing?" Satoshi snapped. Dark turned his head to the other boy.
With a forced smile, Dark greeted the other boy loudly, and continued under his breath, "There's nothing I can do for now. I have everything under control, so back off and shut up!"
"No!" Satoshi wrapped his hands around Dark's shoulders, shaking him once. "You need to get him back! Now."
"And I will," Dark said through gritted teeth. "The moment I can … Commander." He shook the boy off of him and moved to his seat. The rest of the class filed in afterwards, eager to start a proper rehearsal.
Dark sighed, put off by Satoshi's attack. He had no right to order him around! Gheeze – what was it that Daisuke saw in him? Such a rude, demanding boy.
Before he knew it, it was time to try on the costumes, mostly finished by this time. Satoshi was the first one to try his. Dark felt his breath catch in his throat as he exited the cleaning closet, the impromptu dressing room.
Between the black black clothing and the perfectly dyed wig, Satoshi looked almost genuine. His face was different, of coarse, and his stature was much smaller than his own, but Dark had to admit, Satoshi looked almost as good as himself.
Could have used more skin, though …
Dark shook the thought out of his head, not paying any attention to the group of girls ganging up to drag him into the dressing room next …
The rehearsal went horribly. The only point of interest was when Dark and Satoshi had isolated themselves in the corner to talk about Daisuke.
Satoshi had said something about Daisuke having the power to control time? What was that all about? Dark had no idea, but the look in Satoshi's blue eyes had so much force, Dark could not ignore it. The boy had looked serious, pained, and desperate.
Whatever it meant, if it would help him get his Daisuke back, Dark was determined to pass it along.