Selene: Thank you so much. Trust me, the promise of Dark on top definitely got me writing… ;-D Sometime in this fic, I assure you, you'll see Dark on top…
I'mAGirlxD: Thank you.
Kingstarbuck342 (he emailed me) I know that Dark has violet hair in the anime, but in the manga covers it's brown hair, so I'll stick with that.
And his review was:
Adam… great story but you know Dark has violet hair in the anime, and in pretty much every picture ive seen of him, so you might want to change that.
Thanks, Forest
If there are any other reviews that I haven't seen when I upload this, thank you.
Disclaimer: Roses are red, violets are blue, I do not own, you do not sue. (Who actually reads these?)
Author's Note: Thank you for reviewing… honestly nothing to say, other than I just woke up yet again, this seems to be the time when I write best, lying in bed with my little Apple laptop.
This chapter dedicated to Selene, the very first reviewer…
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Return of the Thief
Ch. II
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Sighing and yawning, Daisuke felt around for his alarm clock to turn it off.
It was a few seconds before he realized that he shouldn't have an alarm clock in his studio, or any type of clock whatsoever, or a bed.
He sleepily stuck his head up and looked around.
"How the hell did I wake up here if I fell asleep on the floor?" Daisuke muttered to himself.
"I carried you, perhaps?" A shadow thought to himself, but kept quiet for fear of startling the man still on the bed.
Shrugging it off, Daisuke stepped into his bathroom and took off his clothes. Stepping into the shower which was mirrored due to the immense ego of the former owner of his home, he quietly contemplated the events of the previous night while sitting on the small stool in the shower.
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Sitting in a shadow, Dark watched his beautiful former other half sketch on a 24x36 inch canvas. He sketched a bed, a plain black wooden bed, with white sheets and two pillows occupied by two heads. Under the sheets, two bodies clung to each other in their slumber, and through a window above Dark saw the night sky.
But he was excited, Daisuke was getting paint and a palette now, and his two favorite brushes. Frowning at a part of the sketch and muttering, he picked up another brush much larger than the others. A shadow chuckled, and Daisuke's head turned abruptly. Seeing nothing, which was a pang of sadness in Dark's heart, the redhead turned back to the canvas.
Dark was excited because he would watch Daisuke paint, something that always cheered him. Whenever seeing through the eyes of a Niwa, he laughed whenever seeing a professional musician play, a professional athlete score, or a professional artist work. Daisuke especially, for he painted at minimum Mach 2.
Putting paint onto one side of the brush and a different color on the other, the artist began to paint faster than thought possible, covering a square foot in about twenty seconds, still amazingly detailed.
Daisuke continued in this fashion until an hour and a half later, he looked at a near-finished artwork. All was filled in but some touch-ups and the heads on the pillows.
Smiling, he walked to the kitchen and popped open a 2L carton of milk. Getting a gigantic glass, he poured in half the carton and replaced it in the Sub-Zero fridge.
Walking to the balcony, he stepped on and was assaulted by the smells, sights and sounds of Tokyo. Looking at the city, he decided that if he ever had a family, he would move far away from it.
He wondered if he would ever have a family. 'Dark is the only person I would ever have a family with, so probably not.' Dai thought.
Sigh…
He remembered falling out of love with Risa. As he thought more and more about Dark, the 'Japanese Paris Hilton', as some called her, was less and less attractive.
Her voice, which he had before thought sound and melodious, became scratchy and annoying.
Her smile, which he had thought sweet, was fake and bubbly.
The most intimate nights of passion with her lay dead at the feet of the mere thought of spending the night with the Phantom Thief.
It was about now that his thoughts took a turn for the R-rated.
Going back inside, Daisuke got a sketchpad, pencil, charcoal, and black gel pen, his favorite materials for drawing.
Mind still set on 'Unsuitable for Younger Children', Daisuke sat down at his kitchen counter and drew every single sculpted line on the thief's body.
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It was at least 1:30 AM. Daisuke had left for bed hours ago, and he had constantly tossed and turned on the king-size waterbed to no avail.
He got to thinking about… who else? The artist slapped himself in the face.
"Face it. I'm fuckin' obsessed." He said to no one in particular.
His mind centered on the night Dark left him. He had just told Risa about his secret identity, and as he held Risa as she slept, a deep voice rang in his mind.
Three years ago, the last thing Dark said to him was this…
"If you ever need me again, don't hesitate to call. Who knows, Dai? I might just come pick that lock for you. Later." Then the warm, playful presence disappeared from his mind, and he stood dumbstruck at the thought of never having to transform again in either of the Harada's presence.
'Of course, that's all my childish mind would care about.' The artist thought dejectedly.
Who knows, Dai?
"Dark?"
He sighed.
"Dark? Come back to me. I need you. I need your warm, playful presence in my life. I need the legendary phantom thief, I need your big ego, your touch in the back of my mind, your warmth… I need you, Dark. I love you…"
He lied down again. Nothing would happen. Of course not, with a call as retarded as that.
Looking at the wall, Daisuke thought he saw a certain shadow disappear. He shrugged.
The artist's eyes closed and he went to sleep.
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Somewhere in a rural area of Japan, a man's voice rang out in the Niwa mausoleum, at the foot of a stone marked, "This tomb dedicated to the Legendary Phantom Thief Dark."
"Come back to me. I need you. I need your warm, playful presence in my life. I need the legendary phantom thief, I need your big ego, your touch in the back of my mind, your warmth… I need you, Dark. I love you…"
A body lay under this stone. It slept in a deep sleep, but it's consciousness roamed freely, content to watch life until he was called.
Suddenly, the spirit of the body snapped into place at the sound of the call.
A jagged breath was drawn in and violet eyes snapped open. An intense compulsion filled the mind of the man: Find Daisuke.
How old was he? What did he look like? It didn't matter. At least there wasn't an age problem for the man himself, he ages along with his past carrier until a new Niwa is born.
He would go to Daisuke. He would find Daisuke.
Breaking the door down and effectively scaring the living shit out of a few passers-by, the 28-year-old Phantom Thief Dark took his first step into the world in his own body.
He looked down and blushed thoroughly, and retreated into the building. Another intense compulsion filled his mind: Find clothes. Or at least a cover-up until he got some…
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Da da da dum… Not sure if that can be called a cliffie, there… I'll call it one, though… a cliffie I laughed my ass off while writing…
Do you guys think I should start writing in character's POV's? I've never liked doing it, myself, but if you think it would be good I'll do it. Also, the part where Dark watched Daisuke paint, was that as stupid as it looked to me? Can i have an opinion on that part?
Thanks…
-Adam
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