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Author's Note: Bored… Tired… Entertaining thoughts of a nude Dark breaking down my bedroom door (see end of ch. II)… a real A/N at the end of this chapter.
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Return of the Thief
Ch. III
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Takeshi Saehara was visiting his wife's family in a small town just north of Kyoto. Late at night, almost 1:30 AM, he woke up and brought a flashlight to take a walk in the park down the street.
Once he got there, he saw it was more of a forest than a park. He shrugged, put extra bug repellent on, and walked down a small path he stumbled upon.
Eventually he came to an old, scary-looking building inscribed with NIWA. It looked like a mausoleum. Could it be related to Daisuke's family?
He sat down on a small bench in front of the mausoleum. In a few minutes, a woman with her dog walked by and sat down next to him, and did not notice Takeshi until he spoke.
"Um, hi." Takeshi said, amused at her surprised reaction when she noticed him.
"Sorry. Didn't see you, I have horrible night vision."
"Me too." The man waved his flashlight in the air around them while turning it on.
"Name's Amaya Ishii." The girl said.
"Takeshi Saehara. Pleased to meet yo-"
He was cut off by a loud growl from inside the building and a sharp crack. They snapped their heads towards the mausoleum.
The ancient door of the building broke down, and in it's place was a tall, handsome man with familiar brown hair and violet eyes… who was completely nude.
He seemed to realize this fact at the same time as Takeshi and Amaya. He blushed thoroughly and retreated.
It was about half a minute before either of them spoke.
"Who the fuck was that, why did he break down the door of my cousin's family's mausoleum, why was he in there in the first place, and why was he unaware that he was completely naked?" These questions escaped Amaya's mouth in rapid succession.
"You're Daisuke's cousin?" Takeshi asked her quizzically.
"Yeah. Don't ask me for an autograph or anything."
"I have tons. I've been his friend since grade 5."
"And you're here why..?"
"My mother and father-in-law live here."
"Anyway. Back to what just happened."
"Go in and check it out..?"
"Come with me?"
"Sure." Takeshi smiled at his new friend.
He took out his LED flashlight and shined it in the mausoleum. On the floor, still naked, a man went through an old chest in the darkness.
The man was muttering something along the lines of, "Every single Niwa treasure that exists, and no damn clothes. Shit, shit, shit…"
"I'll give you clothes," Takeshi started in a surprisingly clear voice (surprising because he was scared shitless), "if you tell me exactly who are you and what you're doing here."
"And I'll pay you handsomely, boy, if you tell me exactly where I can find Daisuke Niwa." The anonymous man said in a rich, deep voice while still searching for something to wear.
"Another rabid fan? You have no business here."
The nude man had Takeshi pinned against the wall in less than a second, moving from the steamer chest to the other man's body in a fluid movement with inhuman speed.
"I'll have you know, boy, that I am an extremely close friend of Daisuke, and if you don't tell me where he is this very second I will fling you through the wall of this building for making assumptions that I am not fond of." He said in a perfectly calm tone, but the steely glint in his eyes betrayed him.
The violet-eyed man glanced down. "And give me something to wear, not that I mind being like this in front of a sexy woman like you have here." He winked.
Surprising everyone, he yelled "WIZ!" as if he was calling a dog.
A furry rabbit-like animal that looked vaguely familiar to Takeshi materialized on top of the coffin next to the three people.
"I know you know this place pretty well, Wiz. Can you find my clothes in here somewhere? I'll get you some strawberries after if you're nice."
"Kyuuu!" the furry animal replied happily at the mention of strawberries. Wiz jumped and walked to a chest next to the stone with a carving of Dark on it. Chewing a hole in the top, the rabbit… thing gave the violet-eyed man his usual clothes and he dressed quickly.
"Thank you, Wiz. Strawberries as soon as I find some."
"Kyu."
"Now, Takeshi, that was your name, wasn't it? Can you get me a shower and some food? Being temporarily dead and brought to life in a new body… Kinda takes a lot out of you."
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As he finished breakfast, Daisuke reflected on the previous night, when he had called Dark. He felt… different this morning, somehow. The artist had felt for a while now that he was being watched by something, but as normal in a life full of fame, he grew used to the feeling. This morning, it was gone. He felt free… but to him, to be free from this felt bad, like he was missing something.
To a much lesser extent… it was how he felt when Dark left him.
Walking over to his Apple laptop and booting it up, he idly stared out the window at Tokyo while waiting for everything to load. Once he signed in (Password: P4N70MTH13F (Read it closely)) he signed into My Yahoo, MSN, Hotmail, and his personal website, as was his usual morning ritual.
On My Yahoo, he scrolled past his favorite American comics down to his horoscope. It was quite unsettling:
Gemini: A loved one or friend with whom you have been in strained/long-distance contact could contact you today. Expect a phone call or email. Maybe he/she could drop by for a visit in the future. If they do, work hard to impress them!
'In the odd event that this came true, who would it be?' Daisuke wondered. Maybe his father, who he hadn't seen in a while. His old friend Masahiro? Dark…
As soon as that thought entered his mind, he slapped himself. Hard. An e-mail from Takeshi popped up.
Hey Daisuke!
Thought you should know that I'm in your family's hometown, visiting some of my family.
Strange… at 1:30 or so this morning, I took a walk past your family mausoleum, and the door was busted down from the inside.
A man was in there, completely naked, promising to pay me handsomely if I told him where to locate you.
I insulted him, and he attacked me suddenly, and persuaded me to take him to buy clothed and get him food and a shower.
He refuses to tell me his name, also.
What should I do? Help…
From, your friend Takashi
Quickly, Daisuke typed a short reply.
Takeshi Saehara. Haven't seen you in a while, so caught up between your reporting and your wife.
I'm confused. What should I do? Just tell him where to find me. If he's that eager, fine.
-Daisuke
He sat, still staring at Takeshi's email.
Suddenly, another email popped up onto his screen, from Takeshi's account. He clicked on it.
It was written using the new Handwrite feature, which Takeshi hated. Strange.
The word on the screen sent chills through his body, and he nearly fainted.
He replied to Takeshi. " Is this some kind of a joke?"
But the message was programmed to act as his background, with some tricky little piece of programming. As he closed his mail the word startled him yet again.
On his screen, written in a long, elegant hand with the 'calligraphy' feature, was the familiar signature that appeared on every note Dark had ever written. Dark…
SLAP
Another email came from Takeshi.
It's not a joke. Your friend here pushed me aside and wrote it to you. I kicked him off. Why? Dark disappeared…
Around the same time you got back with Risa three years ago… Remember?
Takeshi
The stunned artist stared straight ahead, unaware of the persistent knocking on his front door…
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Too tired to write any sort of witty AN, so just please review.
-Adam
