Disclaimer: Yeah. Once again, if you feel the need, see chapter one.

Please note that I did not plan on making the story so short, but I figured why ruin it? I always end up ruining my stories.

(You all probably know the markings, but they are for my reference, to)

((Dai talking to Dark))

(Dark talking to Dai)

#Krad talking to Sato#

:Sato talking to Krad:

Chapter Three

#Great. Now what?#

:Shut up:

#If you had listened to me last night and kicked the little red head out--#

:You never said that:

#Well I was thinking it#

:Shut up:

Satoshi ignored further comments from Krad and set about placing candles around the room. The smell of smoke filled the room and Satoshi grimaced; Unable to open any windows, the smoke would have no where to go. Determined, he whacked against a window, clearing a tiny bit of snow. Standing on a chair for leverage, he tried whacking it again, this time opening it about two inches, enough to let the smoke out.

At the loud whacking noises, Daisuke's eyes fluttered open. He didn't move from his warm spot on the couch, but instead watched Satoshi open the window and gaze outside. From the amount of light, Daisuke figured it to be around eight in the morning. Emitting a yawn, he finally took it upon himself to get up.

Satoshi turned around only to feel his unemotional mask slip down his face. Daisuke stretched, letting the blanket collapse from his arms to his lap. His hair was severely tousled and gave a sleepy grin to Satoshi.

"Did the snow let up?"

"Yes."

"Then I had better be going home."

"You cannot."

"What? Why?"

"We are completely snowed in."

"I should at least call my mom."

"Once again, you cannot. The line is dead."

Daisuke got up and hugged Satoshi, nestling his head on Sato's shoulder, "We'll survive."

#Watch it# Satoshi removed himself and sat on the couch staring at the nearest candle. Again Daisuke approached and leaned against Sato. #That's it. I'm coming out#

"No!" Satoshi accidentally yelled aloud. Daisuke stiffened and sat up. Satoshi whapped a hand over his mouth, "I didn't mean to say that out loud. I'm sorry, but we need to be away from each other."

Daisuke looked at him through hurt eyes, "I'm sorry." He got to his feet and unsteadily crossed the room, "What did I do?"

Satoshi cursed the other boy's bluntness, "It's not you… It's me."

"That's the stupidest thing I've heard."

#Much better. Now, young master, let me go#

:No. I pushed him away. Don't hurt him:

#It'll be so easy to make it look like he tripped and impaled himself on one of your sharp candle sticks. The blood, though, will be quite the task to clean up, and the body will not be pleasant to look at, but it'll be worth it to rid the world of Dark, wouldn't it?#

Satoshi didn't dignify that with a response, "It's inside me."

"It?"

"Him."

Daisuke digested this, "Like Dark?"

"Somewhat. He lives to kill."

#Let me out. Let me prove it to him. Let him taste the bitter sensation of fear. Let me--#

:Enough:

Satoshi tried again, "Whenever you feel love for someone, you transform into Dark. Whenever I feel love for someone, he tries to break free."

Daisuke frowned. ((Is this what you were talking about earlier?))

(Yes)

"I suppose the only way to get rid of your other being is to have your love returned? Like with Dark?"

"I suppose. I never gave it much thought. I never hoped that you…"

Daisuke got up and walked back to Satoshi, plopping down on Sato's lap. He lifted a hand and tangled his fingers in Satoshi's hair. Satoshi struggled against Krad, causing a bead of sweat to roll down his forehead. Daisuke leaned upwards and kissed Satoshi, his tongue licking over Satoshi's lips hoping to gain entrance. Satoshi willingly gave him that. Daisuke broke off the kiss and gazed up into Satoshi's pale blue eyes. They were no longer icy, but felt more like an ocean on a warm, sunny day.

"Satoshi… I love you."

#Shit! No!#

(DAISUKE! Are you trying to get rid of me?)

((I'm sorry Dark. I hope you understand))

(Eh, what's another forty years…)

Satoshi gazed back down at him, "I… love you too…" He initiated the next kiss and Daisuke launched himself on top of Satoshi. Both of them heard a click at the window, but neither cared. Satoshi's hand traveled down Daisuke's shirt and rested on Dai's zipper.

-Cut to outside. Sorry, I am not yet comfortable writing lemon-

Takeshi laughed. He knew it all along, about Satoshi and Daisuke, even if Daisuke was totally in the dark -no pun intended- although the information that Daisuke was Dark went over his head. Placing his camera back in its case, he leaned up to peeked through the window again, and ducked back down immediately in disgust. Did they have to do that in the living room?

A/N: Yes, this is a shorter story. Snap apologizes. There are two bonus chapters coming. Up tomorrow, I hope. Thanks for reviewing, thus far. I now have to decide what to write next.