Note: A little violent (maybe) and a little perverted. Well, it is romance. May include some profanity, but I'll try not to put too much. (It's Dark's fault for cussing so much!)
Fourteenth Birthday Doomsday
Daisuke Niwa woke up with a start. Something dark and hideous had been lurking in his dreams, but he couldn't remember what it was. Daisuke sighed. He hated it when he couldn't remember his dreams. He pulled his pet rabbit, Wiz, off his chest and lay back down.
Bang! Bang! Bang! A loud pounding resided outside Daisuke's bedroom door. Wiz squeaked and jumped under Daisuke's pillow. It was his mother, Queen Emiko. "Dai-chan," she called cheerfully, " wake up sleepy-head! It's your birthday today!" Daisuke was up in an instant. He had almost forgotten. Today was the day of his fourteenth birthday! He just couldn't believe it. Maybe today, of all days, he would be lucky. He smiled at the thought. Just once, he prayed.
Daisuke dressed into his school uniform, brushed his teeth, did his usual morning routine, and went down the Grand Staircase for breakfast. He grinned from ear to ear when he saw the dining table. Porridge! Stupid as he was, Daisuke absolutely loved porridge. He happily gulped down his share, bade Grandpa and his hyperactive mother goodbye, grabbed his pack, headed out the door, jumped into the waiting carriage, and was driven to school.
When Daisuke arrived at school, his friends, as usual, greeted him. Takeshi, the loud reporter had him immediately in a headlock and was announcing to anyone who passed that it was Prince Daisuke's birthday. "Takeshi," Daisuke whined, "let go of me!" Takeshi reluctantly released Daisuke. "Aw, come on pal," Takeshi said sadly, "It's your birthday, everyone should know!" Then he smiled and updated Daisuke on the latest news (his father was a reporter, so Takeshi always had the latest news). "Guess what?" he stated excitedly. "What?" said his two friends routinely. "The famous Phantom Thief Dark will be robbing the museum tonight!" he announced. Daisuke rolled his eyes. Typical Takeshi.
The school day went on as normal, all the way until the last bell. So far, Daisuke hadn't been so lucky. He was sure he had failed the pop quiz and had been assigned cleaning duty after school. So much for being the lucky birthday prince. He hadn't even gotten any presents! What kind of a prince was he?
After school cleaning duty was a disaster. Poor Daisuke, who wasn't used to work, dropped the pail, spilled soapy water all over the school halls, and was told to clean it up, regardless of his princely status. Some respect he got.
Finally, he managed to clean up most of the water and slipped and slid all the way to the art room, the room he was supposed to clean. He rummaged around in his pockets for the plastic card key that would open the door. Uh oh. He had forgotten it. Daisuke was now on the verge of tears. This was supposed to be his birthday…why was everything going so wrong? Or was this just supposed to be normal? Did this prove that he was a spoiled little prince…? He didn't want it to be like that. Unable to contain himself any longer, poor Daisuke simply broke down.
He knelt on the hard marble floor, crying his eyes out, until he decided, that it was no us just to sit down and cry. He stood up, brushed himself off, and pried open the lock cover. "Password," Daisuke read as the red words flashed across the little screen. Beep, beep, beep. Daisuke pressed in the familiar numbers on the buttons. The door slid open. Perfect.
After a horrible day at school, Daisuke was looking forward to going home. He did not want any more complications. His carriage was waiting outside for him as he made his way home.
When they arrived, Daisuke stepped off the carriage, climbed over the main gate, dodged the little obstacles his mother had set up in the front garden, and found the side entry door decorated with huge hearts and swirly red letters reading: "Congratulations! You made it home birthday boy!" Queen Emiko was the weirdest mom ever.
Daisuke opened the door and was instantly attacked by Queen Emiko. Bother! "Dai-chan, my little prince how was school today?" the queen chirped happily. Daisuke rolled his eyes. Horrible, stupid, and boring as usual, he thought. He didn't tell his mother though, for she would promptly proceed to order the schoolmaster's head off. "Fine," Daisuke mumbled irritably.
Grandpa was off meditating somewhere, so Daisuke hurriedly climbed the Grand Staircase and dashed to his room. Grandpa always gave Daisuke the annual birthday prep-talk, and most of the time, the idea was so deep, Daisuke often had a hard time grasping even a bit of what his grandfather was trying to tell him.
"Kyuu!" Daisuke looked down to see Wiz at his feet, wearing a party hat. Queen Emiko strikes again. "Hey Wiz," Daisuke said tiredly. He wasn't in a very good mood. Holding Wiz by the scruff of his neck, Daisuke climbed onto his canopy bed and closed his eyes. He was so tired…why did everything end up being so horrible?
/ Horrible? Life is good my friend./
"Who…who are you? Why is your voice…inside my head?"
Suddenly, Daisuke's brain fogged and he felt a searing sensation in his chest. What was happening to him?
Aki: Please review and tell me whatever, okay? Thanks!