Okay, next chapter. I have more time to devote to this now since I suspended my other story. Thanks for the reviews. It heartens me. As a side note, more to myself, Daisuke has never encountered Krad, except for Satoshi's outburst at the museum.
XO'MagickMoon'OX: Your reviews make me happy. About the Satoshi-sama stuff. It's supposed to be that way, but I wrote that chapter at two in the morning, as I am now, but I'm just generally lazy. I'll be more conscience this time, I hope. I've had a bit of caffeine giggles insanely
Daisuke fiddled with his pencil idly, his blank notebook staring up at him. The teacher droned on in the front of the classroom, but Daisuke wasn't paying attention. His mind was still absorbed with Satoshi's outburst two nights before.
Was it something I did?
No, no.
Then what was it?
Something tells me it was a certain homicidal blonde named Krad.
Oh.
Yeah. You might want to pay attention now, your teacher looks like he's going to call on you.
Ack!
Haha. Made you look.
What was that for?
You really need to chill. Hiwatari is obviously going through something that he doesn't want you involved in.
I'll involve myself.
That probably isn't the best idea. He was very stubborn about getting rid of you.
Hmph.
Um, Dai, teacher…
Not going to fool me this time.
"Niwa! Pay attention! I just asked that you read the next section."
"Sorry!" Daisuke stared at the book in front of him, scanning the text hopelessly. He had stopped paying attention to have his conversation with Dark.
"Fourth paragraph," A low voice whispered behind him. Gratefully he looked at that paragraph and began reading.
Why did you help him?
I couldn't let him roast.
You could.
I didn't want to.
Satoshi-sama (A/N: I remembered!) cannot indulge himself. Always remember your goal in life.
YOUR goal.
Our.
Krad, why must you deny me my happiness?
Why must you deny me mine? I'll make a deal with you.
What sort of deal?
A trade of my happiness for yours.
Satoshi stared at the red fluffy hair of the boy in front of him.
How much would you let me do?
Hm. That depends on how much you let me.
The redhead paused his reading at a signal from the teacher. He cast a thankful smile back at Satoshi before gazing dreamily out the window on his left.
Whatever you want.
Very good Satoshi-sama, very good.
The lunch bell rang and Satoshi tapped Daisuke's shoulder.
"Care to have lunch together?"
"Sure!"
Daisuke beamed, smirking at Dark, singing the "I told you so" song. He grabbed his lunch at skipped belong Satoshi, who lead him to the rooftop. Satoshi looked at his own meager lunch sadly, but was careful not to look at Daisuke's large lunch. Daisuke, noticed, though, the size of Sato's.
"Here. Have some of mine." He shoved half his lunch at Sato, "My mom thinks I need to eat for two, since, you know, Dark, and everything."
Satoshi resisted the urge to refuse the food, and warily put a rice cake into his mouth, savoring the flavor. As he ate, he watched Daisuke, not sure how to bring up his desire and his deal. Daisuke dropped one of his cakes, smearing the rice down his chin.
"Oops!" He reached up to wipe it, but Satoshi grabbed his wrist, and drew closer to the smaller red head. Daisuke's heart began to hammer a whole in his chest and his eyes closed. He felt Satoshi's tongue caressing the area below his mouth, and he felt himself leaning towards the foreign touch. Moving downwards slightly, he met Sato's mouth with his own. He opened his lips slightly, attacking Satoshi's lips until they opened, allowing Daisuke to explore the moist cavern. Satoshi felt his pants getting tighter, and he sank deeper into the kiss.
They sprang apart at the sound of footsteps coming up to the roof. Satoshi composed himself, willing away the tension in his pants and picked at another rice cake. Daisuke, though, was smiling, still in the moment. He replayed the kiss over and over, thinking about the electricity that had passed between them, his hand glued to his lips, eyes dreamy.
"Dai-kun! Dark left another note!" Risa latched onto Daisuke's arm, staring up at him with large brown eyes, "Dai-kun! What's wrong with you?"
"Huh?"
"Dai-kun!"
"Oh, yeah, Dark, sure."
Risa tugged on his arm, impatiently, "Come on! Come help me plan to meet him!"
"Oh, bye Hiwatari-kun…"
"Until tonight, Niwa."
Risa was slightly puzzled by their exchange, but quickly forgot it in her excitement of the prospect of meeting Dark. She clung to Daisuke's arm, complaining about how Dark didn't come to see her anymore.
Maybe I should change that.
No. You will not! You'll… I don't know… rape her or something.
Me? Do such a thing?
I know you would if it wasn't for me.
You don't trust me, Dai-kun?
Not a bit.
Satoshi watched him walk away, feeling pleased with himself. He had at least proven to himself that Daisuke did care somewhat for him. Packing away the last of the rice cakes, he sighed, inwardly hating himself for the deal he had made with Krad.
Krad? Our deal means that whatever I do with Daisuke, you can do to me?
No.
What? That's what I agreed to.
Do we need a flashback to remind you?
Yes, Krad, remind me.
(Flashback)
Whatever you want.
Very good Satoshi-sama, very good.
(/Flashback)
There you have it. You agreed to let me do whatever I want.
Satoshi stared blankly at the stairwell, a pit deepening in his stomach. The bell rang, and Satoshi plodded down the stairs, trying to slip behind his emotionless mask. Inside, his lunch was threatening to make a second appearance and his legs felt like lead weights. Daisuke was in the corner being harassed by Risa, but he cast a longing smile at Satoshi, who looked at his shiny black shoes and sat delicately in his chair. He felt a finger jabbing into his back, but chose to ignore the sudden annoyance.
"Hey, Hiwatari-san. You hear about the next Dark note?"
Satoshi turned to face his classmate, Saehara Takeshi, "Of course."
"Well, if I do your clean up today after school, can you, maybe, sneak me in?"
"That's completely absurd."
"Which part?"
"All of it. For one, you would just dump the clean up duty on someone else, and two you would get in the way of catching Dark."
"I would not."
Satoshi glared at him, "I'm sure you wouldn't. Please, leave me alone before I get peeved."
Takeshi leaned back into his seat, grumbling.
What kind of prick uses the word "peeved"?
Only him, Takeshi-sama.
What the heck? Who's talking to me?
Daente.
Who are you? What are you doing in my head?
I am here to help you catch Dark.
Really? That's awesome!
And to stop Krad.
Stop who? From what?
Krad. He is the mirror of Dark.
Woah. That's awesome. I want to get him, too. Maybe them together.
That would be too difficult for a newly rendered Tamer such as yourself.
Tamer?
Yes. Both Dark and Krad have Tamers, as well.
I still don't get it.
Physical bodies in which they manifest during the time they need to hide. Which is most of the time.
Oh. Why did you show up in my head?
Krad has awakened.
Ah. I don't suppose you can tell me who their, eh, Tamers are?
Niwa and Hikari.
Daisuke? And who is Hikari?
The prick.
Hiwatari?
No, Hikari.
Takeshi leaned foreward again, prodding Satoshi's back, "Hiwatari, does the name Hikari mean anything to you?"
"Yes, but I don't see the point in telling you."
"Please?"
Satoshi gave him another stifling look, "That is my family's name. I was adopted."
"Oh. Thank you."
Satoshi turned back around and started scribbling in his notebook.
That's him.
As I heard.
You can hear what I hear?
And see.
Woah. Well, if Daisuke and Hiwatari are Dark and what's-his-face, Krad, then why don't they look like them?
Whenever they feel romantic feelings, they transform.
Will I transform into you?
Yes.
The whole romantic feeling business?
I… I'm not entirely sure.
Oh.
"Saehara, please open you book and at least pretend to be reading."
"Sorry!"
Satoshi fiddled idly with his latest trap. He knew it wouldn't work, but it seemed traditional to keep trying.
I will be stealing the Flowers of Daente tonight at 10:00.
The Phantom Thief Dark
Krad was slumbering away in the recesses of his mind, and Satoshi was still apprehensive about the deal he had made earlier. Well, the silence allowed him to gaze over the latest art work. This was no ugly painting; it portrayed a man about the age of Dark and Krad with short, choppy, forest green hair. His eyes were the same shade of green and seemed to be filled with sorrow. In his arms was a wilting sunflower, and over his shoulders was latched a flowing green cloak.
Satoshi listened as the whistles of his guards went off. A shadow entered the room, and walked slowly up to the painting, seemingly oblivious to Satoshi. Neither of the two people noticed the vent rattle slightly in the otherwise still room. Takeshi crouched in the dark, cramped space, watching Dark approach the picture and Satoshi glaring at Dark. This wasn't the most comfortable hiding spot, but the best he could get. He wouldn't have even found it, but for the guiding voice in his mind.
"Dark. We go through this every time. Leave. The. Picture. Alone."
"Why Hiwatari. How nice of you to show up."
"I'm always here."
"That's comforting."
"Dark… I'll make a deal with you."
"Oh?"
"If I let you take the painting, can I talk to Daisuke right now?"
So Daisuke is Dark.
That's what I told you.
Sorry, just wanted the solid proof. Reporter's honor on the line, you know.
No, I do not.
Oh, well, Reporter's honor.
"I can take the painting anyways. Why should I let you taint Daisuke?"
"I can let out Krad."
Takeshi nodded, hitting his head on the vent, but neither of the talking figures noticed.
"I'd like to see my old buddy."
"Not right now. He's still seething over my lunch with Daisuke. He wants a little revenge."
Dark paused, "I can see this argument is going nowhere. I'll get Daisuke."
There was a momentary pause as Dark morphed back into his younger counterpart.
"Niwa. I have to ask you something."
Daisuke looked around himself, a little confused, "Why am I here in the museum?"
"Dark allowed us to have this little chat."
"Oh. What was your question?"
Satoshi fell silent again, "I made a deal with Krad this morning."
Daisuke looked up at him, concerned, "What about?"
"I asked him to let me love for one day without interference. And in return, he gets to do what pleases him, as well."
"Oh." Daisuke felt a blush tinting his cheeks.
"Niwa… Er, Daisuke, do you…"
"Do I what?"
"Do you love me?" Satoshi spat out the words before turning around to hide his blush. He heard footsteps approach him from behind, and a pair of smaller arms to wrap around his shoulders.
"Yes."
Takeshi stared at the pair, and felt an intense sadness ripping through his heart. Daisuke loved another guy…
Wait a minute… Wait. Why should I care if Daisuke loves another guy?
Could it be that you love him, too?
No way! I am not gay.
Daente fell silent again.
"Am I?" Takeshi whispered to himself.
Down below, Satoshi had turned around and embraced Daisuke, which in turned into a passionate kiss. As Satoshi's hand traveled down Daisuke's back to south of the border, Daisuke pulled back.
"Before we do anything, I have to know. Who did you kill?"
Satoshi recoiled hastily.
He killed someone?
Yes, one of those skeletons's in the closet.
Woah. Never thought of Hiwatari as a killer.
It's in his blood to kill.
"I… it was.. I didn't…"
"You didn't?"
"I did…" Satoshi fell onto his knees, tears threatening to spill from his normally dry eyes.
"Who was it?" Daisuke didn't move to help his friend.
"My mother…"
Daisuke felt a deep loathing rise in him, "You killed your own mother?"
"Yes, but it was a mistake. I didn't mean to!"
"You killed your own mother."
"It was an accident!"
"How'd you do it? Tripped and pushed her down the stairs?" Daisuke couldn't keep the venom from his voice. The thought of killing his own mother made his blood run cold.
"No… I'm sorry Daisu--"
"Niwa. Call me Niwa."
"Niwa." Satoshi hardened again. He got to his feet, hatred in his eyes, "Well, if you can't let me bury my hatchet, then I can't let you steal this painting." He grasped the nearest vase to his hand and slammed it down on Daisuke's skull. Daisuke dropped like a stone to the ground, blood beginning to ooze down his forehead. Takeshi felt that deep pain in his chest again, this time the pain spread through his fingers and down to his toes. His hair grew out an inch and became dark shades of green. He was no longer in control of his body.
Daisuke did not feel the vase collapsing on his head, and barely realized that Dark was taking over again. Dark staggered to his feet, one hand clutching the gaping hole in his head, staring daggers at Satoshi. Satoshi stared at him, horrified by what he had just done.
"I let you two talk, and that's how it ends. Daisuke on a heap on the floor."
"No! It was an accident!"
"Everything's an accident with you. Your mother's death, even. Tell me. How'd you really kill her?"
"I--"
"Hello boys."
Both heads turned to see the green figure before them. Satoshi darted a look back at the painting; it was the same man, "Are you Daente?"
"Why, yes, yes I am."
A/N: This took me a while to write. At first I didn't know where the heck I was going to go after my last chapter. But as I wrote this all just kind of happened. I might have to bump my rating up with my next chapter, or so, since Krad does have to have his end of the deal, but I'm sure, since those chapters haven't been written yet.
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