Hey, everyone! Sorry for the long wait!

Dark: looks at the readers You were supposed to spam her with hate e-mail if she didn't update remember!

Me: See, but they didn't, because no one listens to you.

Dark: pouts

Anyways, here are the poll results!

Dark: 2

Sat: 14

Dai: 1

And the winner is….Satoshi!

Dark: But Daisuke wasn't even supposed to be in the pole!

Me: You still lost anyways, I mean only 2 people voted for you…

Dark: What about the guy who voted and was definitely not me?

Me: Right…Anyways Thanks for voting and for all the nice reviews! I can't believe my story's all the way up to the 40's! Hugs Everyone

This time I just going to get into the story and make a new page for answering the reviews, which I will delete when I post a new chapter okies?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, never have, never will…unless I get Dark to steal it for me plots

Dark: --;

Now on with the story!

Chapter 4: If only she didn't exist…

'Besides the whole not eating thing, he looks pretty normal to me,' Dark said bored out of his mind , 'Lets go home, I've got stiff to prepare for tonight.'

'Dark-kun!' Daisuke mentally scolded the thief, "You felt his temperature besides, if I don't feed and take care of him, who will?"

Daisuke didn't care about what Dark was going to tell him next, because he wasn't leaving.

'Fine, fine.' Dark sighed, 'So what are you making anyways?'

'You'll see…' the boy smiled. Dark knew Daisuke wasn't a very good chef, but it looked like he was going to try anyways. Daisuke gathered what little ingredients that were in the apartment and turned on the stove.

Meanwhile, Dark smirked and continued to watch him with the curiosity he was hiding.

Wheeeeeeee

Satoshi stared at the nearly closed door boredly. He'd been glaring at it for the past few minutes, hoping somehow it would magically open on its own, but he realized how silly it must of looked and stopped. He'd also thought about taking another nap, but all the clashing and clanging heard in the kitchen made him feel uneasy.

What was going on in there anyways?

Stubbornly, he shifted in his bed to try to get a view of the red head in the other room.

'Satoshi-sama, what are you going to do about the artifact? Both you and I know that you don't have the strength to get up.'

Satoshi shuddered. He always did when it came to Krad.

' Shut up Krad. I can stand up just fine.'

Satoshi pulled off the covers and hastily threw his feet over the edge of the bed. He also grabbed his glasses off the table near his bed and put them on. He didn't really need them. His vision was just a bit blurry right now. (Yet even with them on he still saw blurry)

'What are you doing?' The blond asked, pretending not to really care.

'One, I'm bored and tired of listening to you. Two, I'm trying to prove that I can walk, and three, making sure Niwa-kun doesn't burn down my home.'

Krad gave Satoshi a bored glare until he started coughing. He had been at it all day and it had amused Satoshi to see the faces Krad had made when he gave him a nasty flavored cough drop.

"I guess it's kind of good that I only caught the fever part of the cold," Satoshi whispered to himself as he off the bed and staggered towards the door. All the blood seemed to rush towards his head at once, causing him to nearly trip. He really hadn't expected to feel this feint and dizzy.

Satoshi opened the door and saw the red head stirring something on the stove. He was humming a sweet tune, but he immediately paused when he heard Satoshi's unusually loud steps. He saw Daisuke turn to look at him alarmed, and that was the last thing he remembered before losing control of his senses and blacking out.

………………

'What was that about?' Dark asked his host.

Daisuke and he had been busy making Satoshi his meal, when said boy came in unexpectedly. He was staggering and his eyes were half lidded against his pale face. The thief was going to comment and laugh, but he paused when Daisuke spoke.

"Satoshi-kun? What are you doing up?"

His host walked towards the blue haired boy with concern. If Daisuke was going to say anything else, it wouldn't have mattered, because the next thing both of them knew, Satoshi's eyes closed and he collapsed.

Dark watched in a bit of awe as Daisuke, with his somewhat fast reflexes, ran and slid under Satoshi to break the fall and catch him.

'Umm Dai-Chan?' He waited, and yet again his host failed to answer.

Maybe he hit his head?

The thief spiritually (?) separated himself from Daisuke and looked down questionably at him.

Dark snickered. So that's what was wrong.

Daisuke was sprawled out on the floor, face up, and was as red as a tomato, because directly on top of him was Satoshi. The Commander's face was practically on top of Daisuke's, only it was a little off to the side. If Dark didn't know any better, he'd have thought Satoshi was taking advantage of his poor host, and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He inwardly smirked at the red head's actions and thought of his plans for the night.

He hated using Daisuke, especially the way he was planning to, but this was too good of an opportunity to give up now. If all went well, they'd both get what they secretly wanted anyways.

Hmm………

When Satoshi finally awoke, he took notice that he was lying in his dingy sofa that was across form the kitchen. Covering him was a nice warm, red blanket that someone must of put on him.

How did he get here? What had happened?

"Ahh…Satoshi-kun, you're awake?"

He looked up to see a flustered, but smiling Daisuke, carrying a foldable table under his arm.

"What happened?"

Before answering, the red head shifted from foot to foot.

"You umm kind of came out of your room and uhh fainted," Daisuke stuttered, " And umm I caught you and…"

"Thank you."

At this rate Daisuke would never finish.

"You're welcome," Daisuke blushed and continued what he was doing. Satoshi watched as Daisuke unfolded the table and place it in front of him as if he'd never seen such an action take place before. He could tell he was making the other boy uncomfortable, but no matter what he did, Daisuke seemed to feel this edgy around him.

"Uh…dinner's ready!"

And with that excuse, the red head scrambled towards the kitchen.

"Cute," Satoshi thought, "I wonder what he made me…"

He reached for the table to collect his glasses once again and sighed. As soon as he picked them up he frowned. They weren't expensive glasses, because in reality he didn't need them, but even still he took special care of them.

He examined them as any detective like himself would. He noticed the crookedness of the left leg, the scrape marks near the bottom of the corners, and all the fingerprint smudges which were probably left by…

"What's wrong? They're not broken or anything, are they?"

Satoshi jumped back into reality and stared at the boy. His face had a worried look mixed with cute confusion. He had two mitts in each hand and was carrying a white bowl. All that he needed was an adorable apron…Satoshi shook the thoughts away.

Daisuke placed the bowl on the table, spilling some of its content and removed the mittens.

"They're just a bit crooked, nothing too serious."

He was about to put them on, when Daisuke stopped him with his hand.

"Satoshi-kun, do you really need glasses?"

Satoshi sighed

"Not really"

"Um…you should try leaving them off a lot more often then…" Daisuke gave him an encouraging smile.

Satoshi put his glasses down.

"Alright."

He too smiled and looked down at the bowl.

It was soup with noodles, chicken, and vegetables floating about. Satoshi stared at it skeptically.

"What is it?"

Daisuke looked at him full of shock.

"You mean you've never had chicken noodle soup?"

Satoshi shook his head.

"I've made Chicken Ramen," Satoshi tried.

Daisuke gave him the 'you're hopeless look' and scratched his head.

"Just try it," he commanded.

Once again Satoshi stared at the soup questionably.

"It's not like I've poisoned it or anything…here."

Daisuke grabbed a spoonful of the mixture and held it in front of Satoshi, who was now actually giving him an embarrassed look.

"I am well capable of feeding myself Daisuk-mmphff!"

Satoshi was going to spit it all out, but he remembered that Daisuke was still here and well…

He carefully chewed and swallowed the mixture and stared at the anxious boy in front of him.

"Well?" Daisuke asked hopefully.

"It's actually very good, thanks Daisuke-kun." Satoshi complimented as he took another sip.

Just as he thought he would, Daisuke blushed, his eyes sparkled and he pretty much looked cute.

The soup, in reality had this strange taste (due to the lack of some ingredients), but it's not like he could have done much better himself.

Satoshi looked up at the boy and gave him a small smile and Daisuke returned it with a nervous laugh.

He continued eating and watched as the red head looked both ways, as if looking for something.

It took awhile for Satoshi to actually figure out what.

"Um…"

Satoshi scooched towards the center of the sofa, put his legs down and patted the spot next to him.

"Sorry about that. As you can see, I don't have a lot of furniture."

"It's ok," Daisuke replied as he awkwardly sat next to his friend.

After a few minutes of silence and chewing Satoshi spoke.

"Do your parents know you're here?"

He was almost finished eating by that time.

"I called them while you were sleeping, and I kind of told them I was at Riku-kun's house," he said timidly. He knew that telling his parents were he actually was would make them upset and worried. Who knows what they would of done?

Satoshi flinched at the Harada's name, but continued the conversation.

"And what about Riku-kun? Did you two make up?" He asked.

Satoshi didn't want to pry, but he was too curious to stop now.

Daisuke looked down, concealing his ruby eyes with fiery red hair.

"No…she didn't forget…she ignored me all day and yelled at me in the hallway…Satoshi-kun, what should I do?" Daisuke desperately asked.

Satoshi stopped eating. He hadn't expected this to happen again. Obviously his previous advice hadn't worked, so what was he supposed to say now?

'Just tell the boy to break it off with her, and then kiss him senseless like in those dreams you always have…'

'SHUT UP!'

'Ow my ears…It was just an idea…and you know you have had them…don't deny it.' He could see Krad smirking.

'Just-'

"Satoshi-kun?" Daisuke interrupted, looking into Satoshi's eyes.

"Um…"

Satoshi sighed inwardly. No he could tell him to just break it off with the Harada. It would hurt Daisuke and that would just be something selfish of him to do. Just because Daisuke could break up with her, didn't mean he'd forget about her and make him magically fall in love with Satoshi. This wasn't some kind of fairy tale. No, he had to do what was right, no matter how much Satoshi would regret it later.

"I hate seeing you like this…You could try to apologize to her, or if she doesn't listen, try writing her a note or paint her something.

He looked up at Satoshi with a sorrowful expression.

"Thanks Satoshi-kun." He said grabbing Satoshi's hand and leaning his forehead on his friends shoulder.

"Thanks for being here for me."

A small blush formed on Satoshi's face. He tried desperately to hide it, but it was no use. Daisuke had looked up saw it.

"Oh no, Satoshi-kun do you still have a fever? Maybe you should lie down again."

Daisuke let go and put his hand on the blue haired boy's forehead.

"You're still kind of warm…" he frowned.

"I'll be fine," Satoshi said, kindly removing Daisuke's hand..

He didn't want to say it, but he was actually sort of sleepy. Satoshi had become full from the soup and was very content at the moment. Without wanting to, he yawned and Daisuke gave him a look.

Now he couldn't really deny that he was sleepy.

"But where will you sit?"

"Maybe I should just go. I have to, you know…get ready."

Daisuke was getting up, but Satoshi slowly pulled him back down.

"Don't go…stay a little while longer," he pleaded, causing Daisuke to look at him for a moment.

"Okay Satoshi-kun, I'll just sit on the floor then." Once again he started off the sofa, with Satoshi still holding onto his arm.

Satoshi shook his head, which was begging to feel heavy and tugged at Daisuke's arm.

"Just… sit…here…" Satoshi murmured and closed his eyes for a second.

"But-" Daisuke didn't get a chance to finish, because all of a sudden his shoulder seemed to gain a little more weight. Startled, he realized that Satoshi had fallen asleep on top of him, and for some strange reason, Daisuke felt his heart beat quicken.

Daisuke just stared at Satoshi, after all, what else could he do?

The blue haired boy looked so peaceful that is, compared to his usual strained face. His light blue locks which were lazily covering his closed eyes made his already pale face look even paler.

People in his class always made fun of Satoshi's abnormal hair by saying that he dyed it all the time. They would call him snobbish and cold hearted, but Daisuke knew better.

Satoshi was just misunderstood, especially because if his inability to make friends and have people become to close to him due to Krad. Daisuke himself was no exception, Satoshi had told him numerous to just leave him alone but…

Satoshi is a good person and he meant a lot to Daisuke, regardless of Krad. They were capable of being friends, none of them was dead yet right?

Anyways, there was nothing wrong with having blue hair. Daisuke actually kind of liked it.

It looked so soft and nicer compared to his…

Daisuke's eyes focused and noticed that Satoshi wasn't in the same position as before. He had slid down Daisuke's side and was now using Daisuke's leg as a pillow.

A small blush crept up his face, but he ignored it. It was a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't push Satoshi away. Instead he examined Satoshi's hair thoughtfully. He had this urge to touch it for some reason…it wasn't like Satoshi would notice.

He held his breath and slowly his hand reached towards it. He did this all the way, until he finally managed to feel the blue strands sliding in between his fingers. It was so soft and long.

Quickly, he looked at Satoshi's face. Obviously, he hadn't noticed because he was still asleep, and that was a good sign.

He stared at it once more and daringly brushed away some strands away from Satoshi's face and placed it behind his ears. Daisuke even brushed out a small tangle in it with his fingers softly.

He wanted to continue, but he decided to hold back the urge. What if Satoshi woke up and yelled at him or asked him why he was messing with it?

"Don't…stop…please…"

Daisuke stiffened. Did he wake up, or was it a dream?

Either way, Daisuke decided to obey, and continued fingering through Satoshi's hair with a small smile on his lips.

After what felt like hours, Daisuke finally looked up scanned the room. It was a pretty empty place with only a little bit of furniture which made the place seem so sad and distant. It was nothing like his home which was always colorful and bright. The only thing in the room, that seemed colorful, was something off in the far corner. Daisuke couldn't really make out what it was, but it was square shaped.

He sat there staring at, until curiosity got the better of him. Slowly and carefully, he removed Satoshi's head from his leg, placed it on a couch pillow, and got up. Then, he quietly walked towards the object and picked it up.

Daisuke gasped.

He had picked up what was, to him, a dazzling painting mixed with different shades of reds and whites.

What had really caught his attention though, was the beautiful dancer posed in the middle of it. Her hair was long and red, a red almost matching his own. Her dress was also long and red, with cuts going up to her thighs in different locations which showed a bit of her legs. The only things missing were her face, which was a blob of peach, and her partner. After all, she was posed as if she was dancing with someone…

'It's not worth stealing…'

'Dark-kun!' Daisuke quietly scolded.

'What, it's true, I mean it's not even finished,' Dark whined.

'I know, but how could you think about stealing it?'

'An artifact's an artifact, it doesn't matter who made it,' he smirked

'…Do you think Satoshi-kun painted it?' Daisuke asked, looking back at the sleeping figure of Satoshi.

'Well, he is a Hikari and it is in his apartment after all. That is, unless the commander's become a thief himself.'

Daisuke gave him a sarcastic stare and Dark laughed. He carefully placed the painting in its original place, and studied it once more.

…..

'Come on, lets go home..' Dark whispered.

'Ok…"

Daisuke walked towards the front door quietly and left, closing the door with a small click.

And that's it for now hears a few groans. Eheh, this actually has been the longest chapter I've written so far. (well it seems like it)

Also, this is where more of the plot starts to unfold, I hope I didn't make it boring though and if I did I'll make it up in the next chapter because I have a little treat for you all.

Dark : Yes because I will be the main character!

Me: covers his mouth Don't listen to him ;;;

Dark : You're no fun…

Anyways, tell me what you think by reviewing.

This way, I can go on vacation and come home with tons of nice reviews and write faster,

because I'm really trying to at least update twice a month. I hate making you all wait so long, but I get distracted easily and I'm a very slow typer. (This took me 6 hours to type xx)

Well, I need to get back to packing laterz!