BS: I'm sorry, Maliya. I don't like to write a lot. Oh, and Dark didn't die. He's safe.
People from the sidewalks walked onto the streets to see if Daisuke and Dark are okay. Some went onto the street to shout profanities to the idiotic driver. Satoshi and Krad ran over to where Daisuke and Dark were.
"Daisuke! Are you okay?" Satoshi shouted worriedly. Daisuke lifted his head to see who called him. After seeing Satoshi and Krad, his eyes rolled back and he fainted…
"Daisuke, go to sleep, hun." Emiko said. Daisuke was a young boy, around the age of five or six. He was tucked into his bed for a nap.
"I can't sleep, mommy. Can you read me a bedtime story?" Daisuke asked cutely cocking his head to the side a bit. Emiko giggled at the gesture and nodded.
"Okay, Dai. But promise me you'll go to bed afterwards, 'kay?" Emiko questioned back. Daisuke moved his head up and down.
"Promise, mommy. Bedtime story!" Daisuke cheered. Emiko chuckled at the little tune.
"Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful boy who was very kind-hearted. People took advantage of him because of it. Soon, many tragedies happened to him, tragedies that shouldn't happen to him. Everyone hated him. They were jealous of his perfect nature. Out of nowhere, a pretty angel appeared in thin air and rescued the beautiful boy. It seemed that the angel always watched the boy. The boy was grateful that someone would notice him and like him, unlike so many others. They fell in love, but people shunned them. Their love last forever, even through all the hardships. But the angel wasn't like any other angels. It wasn't white and pure like others. It was dark and mysterious." Emiko said. She whispered the ending a bit softly. While she was reciting the story, she stared out the window at the night sky. She took a glance at Daisuke and saw that he fell asleep.
"The dark angel. The misunderstood and the lonely. Daisuke, will you save him?" Emiko asked softly. Daisuke was fast asleep so he didn't hear her. "Goodnight, little one." She whispered. She slipped Daisuke's hair off his face and kissed his forehead. She walked towards the door and took one last meaningful look. She closed the light and left.
The next morning, Daisuke seemed half cheerful like his old self and half sad like a wise old man.
"Daisuke, are you okay?" Emiko asked concern. Daisuke was eating his lunch dazedly. He snapped out of his stupor and nodded.
"Yep! I'm totally fine." Daisuke replied cheerfully. But Emiko noticed that his smile didn't really reach his eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but Daisuke cut her off.
"I'm done, mom. I'm going upstairs and do some coloring." Daisuke said. He pushed his plate to the center and scooted his chair. He stood up and without waiting for a reply, left. Daisuke slowly stalked up the stairs.
Upon reaching his room, he grabbed a paper and some crayons. He walked over to his desk and places the objects down. He sat down and began his work. Over an hour later, he finished his work of art. At the time, he was already a great artist. He put down his crayon and picked up his drawing. He looked at it and grinned. He went downstairs and showed it to Emiko.
"Mommy, mommy! Look at what I drew." Daisuke exclaimed. Emiko gasped at the picture.
It was of a devil. No, not a devil. But an angel with a black sleeveless turtleneck and black wings. The angel had wings of deep, dark, rich violet. It was so dark, that it can easily be mistaken as black. At first glance like Emiko, people would think it looks like a devil, but when examined closer, you'll see the light halo and the feathers of the wings.
What surprised Emiko more was the writing underneath the beautifully drawn angel. It read something like this:
The Dark Angel. The misunderstood and lonely.
The unknown is not evil, it simply is mysterious.
It's sad; can you help save this angel?
Emiko knew that Daisuke couldn't write such complex and wise words. But how can she know if the proof is in front of her very eyes?
"Daisuke? Where did you learn to write this?" Emiko questioned. Daisuke looked confused.
"Write? I just made squiggly lines." Daisuke informed her. Emiko was thunderstruck.
"Oh, my beloved son… It's terrible… Must you suffer this fate?" Emiko whispered softly. Daisuke didn't hear her. He took back his drawing and admired his work, oblivious to what happened to the future…
Daisuke gasped as he awoke from a long-forgotten memory. He was shaking visibly and he knew it. He couldn't help himself. 'My dream… It seemed so realistic. Was it a memory? The angel looked so much like Dark. It was like a twin… Why did mother say the dark angel? Dark isn't lonely, is he? What did she mean by fate?' Daisuke thought.
Suddenly the door burst open and Satoshi rushed inside, followed by Krad. Satoshi looked disheveled and Krad looked equally worse.
"Daisuke!" Satoshi shouted like a mother. Daisuke groaned at the loud sound. Satoshi understood as well as Krad.
They stayed quiet as a nurse came inside and moved Daisuke into a sitting position. Once sure he could speak without a sore throat, Daisuke asked questions.
"Satoshi? What happened? Why does it feel like a truck has just ran over my head?" Daisuke asked. Satoshi looked angry for a second. Krad placed a hand on his shoulders and he calmed down.
"Don't joke around like that, Daisuke. You were just hit by a car when you ran into the car to protect Dark." Satoshi stated. His cold demeanor came for a minute and his face became impassive. Daisuke looked hurt. Satoshi never gave him the cold shoulder. He turned to Krad.
"Did that really happen? What happened to Dark?" Daisuke asked. He felt something in his stomach groaning in fear.
"He caught you as you flew back and hit his head on the floor. The impact gave him a concussion and he's unconscious. The doctor doesn't know when he'll wake up." Krad said sadly and softly. Daisuke felt a pin drop in his gut. He then knew why he was so worried. He was in love with Dark. Daisuke stood up, ignoring his body's protests and Krad's shout to stop. He was about to exit the door when Satoshi grabbed his wrist.
"He's in room 1314…" Satoshi said softly. He let down his mask and Daisuke saw wrinkles of worry etched onto his face. He was about to break down and cry for his best friend. He didn't, though. He process the information Satoshi gave him and examined the numbers near each door. Once he found the pattern, he took his wrist back and walked away.
'Is Dark okay? Is he the dark angel? How can I help save him?' Daisuke questioned himself. He felt a stinging in his eyes and he walked faster. 1310… 1311… 1312… 1313… 'Here it is!' 1314.
Daisuke wrenched the door opened and stormed in. Upon seeing Dark on the bed unmoving except the occasional up and downs of his chest, he burst into tears.
"Dark! Wake up! I've got something to tell you!" Daisuke said. He held onto Dark's hand and tears slid onto Dark's hand. "Please… Wake up! Hic Don't leave, yet. Mother and To-to said you have to take care of me, remember?" Daisuke asked. He started hic-upping as drops of salty water fell from his sad, dark red eyes.
"Dark…" Daisuke whispered softly. The hand that Daisuke held was going a bit colder. Dark's skin was turning paler by the second. His tears stopped. 'Did I lose my ability to cry now?' Daisuke thought. 'How can I show that I'm mourning for him?'
"Dark… Please, wake up… I've got to tell you that… That I love you…" Daisuke said softly. He dropped Dark's hand and didn't feel the warmth that seemed to magically have its color back. He put his forehead onto his hands and tried desperately to lessen the tightening in his chest. Something told him to look up, but he didn't want to see Dark's now cold, dead body (which it isn't).
If Daisuke did, he would've saw that Dark was slowly waking up. If not for the whole setting, it seemed that Dark was just coming unconscious from a short peaceful nap.
Dark opened his eyes and saw Daisuke. He looked at Daisuke's clothes and saw white. 'Ugh. He's cute, but his choice of clothes is terrible. After I make my confession, I must bring him to a designers store.' Dark thought. He glanced at his surroundings and saw that everything was white. 'What! We're in a hospital? Phew… Daisuke doesn't have bad choice in clothing.' Dark sighed in relief.
Upon hearing the sound, Daisuke looked up. He gasped at a grinning idiotically, but still looking hot at the same time. Daisuke blushed and forgot everything that he thought of and dreamed of.
'Oh. He looks so adorable and cute. Also delicious. I just want to either kiss up senseless or gobble him up.' Dark said in his mind. He smirked at Daisuke's face. He used his tired arm, which he tried to ignore, and lifted Daisuke's chin to look at him straight in the eye. He leaned close enough to feel Daisuke's quickening breaths.
"Daisuke Niwa, I, Dark Mousy, love you too." Dark said. Without warning, he sealed his mouth shut with Daisuke's in a long-awaited and passionate kiss. Daisuke eagerly responded.
To-to, the Niwa family, Satoshi, and Krad stood outside the door smiling happily to the newfound couple.
'Guess I was correct to help Dark.' The soul-collector thought. 'His fate was unknown to everybody, even to the Elders, but everything turned out just fine.'
BS: I'm finally done with this. Sigh I like the reviews, but I'm too lazy to write anything. The ending is so bad, too.
Dark: Yay! I end up together with Dai-chan!
Daisuke: Blush Hi everybody. Thanks for staying all the way till the end, Baka Shojo said. I was so sad in the beginning so I never talked to you.
Satoshi: Baka Shojo said she might do an epilogue. Just wait for it.
Krad: She also said thanks to everybody for reading this.
To-to: Stay tune for the Epilogue: Happily Ever After.
BS: Bye!