Chapter 2

Just a Painting

Daisuke hung up the phone laughing slightly.He smiled but it felt hallow.

She was right.I am sad. He thought.Why am I being this way?Is it because I miss him?Because I feel lonly without his voice in my head?
He shook his head and smiled.

NAh, couldnt be.

He grabbed his back pack lying next to him on the bed and dug through it.He pulled out his school scketch pad and flipped through it.

" Lets see, notes,notes, notes,scribbles,...umm...oh!Point pictures, notes,notes,more scibbles,crap, when i was being an artisan, I was really being a dumbass, god these suck.Scribbles, portaits of doodles.HA.Heres one of Toto.I might just show her.( For mental pic,its a stick man with a crappy doodled head and little scribblesfor hair? coming out of its head.)
he put it away hopped up off his bed.He pulled on his shoes and flopped on his bed.His baggy shirt and jeans where his only really really comfortable cloths anymore.His other cloths were comforable but these were the best.His painting cloths.

"alright.Lets see..." He sat down on his bed and layed down on his stomache.He scooted forward and looked at the underside off his bed.He pulled his gravity red hair out of his eyes.HE pulled out a rectangle bag and shook it.

"oh.I forgot to put my brushes up." He layed it on the bed.

He got up and grabbed his backpack and bag and headed down stairs.Before he walked out his door he dropped the rectangle bag and pulled his back pack off.He walked over to his bed and emptied it of its contents.

He pulled the bag back over his sholder and walked out the door,being sure to pick up his paint bag.

He walked downstairs, stopping on his way to the spair room, picking up a few canvases and shoving them into an envolope(being careful not to bend the coners) and then stuffing them into his backpack.

HE called out to his mother that he was going to paint and she yelled goodbye back and he was off.

He walked down the strret and grabbed a styrofoam cup from a hotdog cart like he normally did and walked off down to the park.

He found an emtpy bench and sat down.He opened the bag and pulled out his easel and put a canvas on a wooden board and set it on the easel.He pulled out a few paint colors and stopped for a moment.He set them down and stared into the vast void of nothingness he called his mind.He couldnt think of anything becuase his mind had a blank moment.He sighed and blinked as he began again to pull out his paint colors.His vision strayed from the paints when he saw an old lady feeding the birds.Pigions to be exact.He smiled as he watched her sprinkle the seed on the walk and the birds scamppered aroud eating like no tomarrow.He found what he was going to paint.

He pulled out his black last, he used it the less.He squirted a little bit of some greens and browns and grey on to the board he held and swirled a few around.He started to add some purple and pinks and lavander on to paint the old lady in and her clothes.He began to use a peppered tecniche on her hair when he smiled and sighed.His hand had begun to cramp and he was glad he could rest.He closed his eyes and leaned back on the wooden bench.He pictured the woman in his mind and thought how she should look.He wished he could make her look softer, but he didnt have any water colors.He only had arylics.They were bold, hard and thick, but they came in so many different colors it wasnt funny.Thtas why he used them.They were also kinda cheep.He smiled sheepishly and opened his eyes.He got back to painting the old lady and her birds.HE finished it and smiled at his work.He dug into his bag and pulled out a small battery powered fan.(the kind thats plastic and has a latch key attached to it.)He turned it on low and began to dry the painting from a distnce(So not to smudge or damage the paint) and moved it back and forth.When he felt it was done he checked to see woman was still there, (he smiled seeing that she was) he pulled the canvas off the easel and walked over to her.

"Hello."

"Why hello.Would you like to feed the birds?"She said handing him the bag.

"Uh, Sure!"He grabbed a handful and sprinkled it on the ground and watched the birds peck at it."Oh!Here, I thought you might want to see this." He handed her the painting, carfully, almost lovingly.

"Why!Is this me?No, coulnt be!Is it?Oh mY!I so overcome to say anythign!This is beautiful?You did this?Its so beautiful!"

"Uh, thanks!I really appricate it!I worked hard on it.Would you like to keep it?"

"Keep it!Why, goodness no!This is your artwork, not mine!"

"Oh, but please keep it!I painted it for you!That was my intention all along!"

"Oh, are you sure?I mean, Its gorgous and I love it- but are you really sure?"She said trying to get him to keep it.

"Yes, positive.I love painting, but I dont need to keep all of them.I swear, this ones for you."He smiled warmly, trying to urge it back on to her.

"Oh, if you insist." SHe smiled thanking him for his lack of selflessness.She got up, handed him the seeds,as a token, and walked off.

He took the seeds and watched her walk off, painting under the croom of her arm, smiling.

"Great."

HE wentback to his bench, and put his things up.He was all packed and he left, smiling as he made his way home.He dropped off a quarter to the hotdog cart as he walked past, for the cup of corse and kept walking.He examined the paint he ahd gotten on his sleeve and bumped in to someone all of a sudden.He fell to the ground, dropping everything.

"Oh my god, Im soooo sorry!Im really sorry, here let me held you!I-" He kept rambling on and picked a few bags and his hand met with another.He looked up and saw it was Riku.

"R-Riku?"He said dumbfounded.

"Oh!Hi I-"She rambled looking for the right words.She stopped and looked up at him, blushing.

"You tryed to get away from your sister, while she tryed too take you shopping."He said smiling warmly.

She loved that smile.It made her warm from head to toe and happy.

"How'd you know?"

"hEr shopping trips arnt even fun.Theyre pracitcally death row calls."

This made her laugh.He loved it when she luaghed.She seemed so warm and livly.He could never be like that.Not after that night.

flashback

Dark felt himself being ripped from some enclosed shelter.He felt clod and alone.

He heard manickle laughng somewhere but he couldnt find it, then he saw him.

Daisuke floated in mid ir below him, eyes glowing an eirie yellow, blood trickled down, out of the corner of his mouth.Blood was everywhere. In cuts, gashes, scraps, and any penitrated skin.He breathed scarcly and didnyt really move.He just floated there.Blood spilling from his body.

And then, wings.

Daisuke had an exact copy of his wings, protruding from his back, dripping with blood, form the skin they ripped.Loose blood covered pieces of flesh dangled from Daisuke's living-but-somewhat-dead-body.

And then he saw it.

The most disgusting thing he could ever imagine.

Krad sat underneath, cradling the boy in his lap, drinking the blood, staight from Daisuke's flesh ripped sholder.

Dark floated above the both of them.

"Krad!"

"Oh, are you going to cry?"He said smiling evily as blood trickled out of the corners of his mouth."When he is dead, I will you his power to control you and the phantom theif you will be no more, but my slave for eternity.How does that sound, hmm?"

"Krad, you bastrad!"Dark tryed to fly down, at an incredable speed, but stopped, and gagged.

"oh, i wouldnt want to leave you hanging there, so I had someone watch you.And if you where to do anything stupid, they would kill you, on the spot."

Dark turned around with the last of his stength to see the worst sight in his life.

The gril he loved, Risa, (somewhat possesed) stood in mis air,(her eyes too, and eirie color of yellow) holding a bloody object.

As he faded away he culd heard Krad say one last thing to him.

"The girl you loved betrayed you, she pulled out your spinal cord and even practically laughed at you."

In fact he could hear a slight chukling.That was it.Death reached over his tired body and overwhelmed him in an eternal sleep.

end flashback

Even though noone knew, he saw and felt the entire thing.He hed scars all over his body, anfd he almost live, but his family nursed him back and he was on his feet.

"HEy, are you alright?"

Daisuke got snapped back ito reality by a melodious voice.

"Huh?'

"Your a dork Daisuke."

"Well, Im not anyone elses dork am I?"

"Do you see anyone else claiming you as their mess?"

"I guess not."

"You better know that."

"i glad you care."He said sarcastically.

"I need to get home."

"Can I walk you?"

"Sure."