guess what, everyone? IT'S BAAACK! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! AHHHHHHH!
/deep breath/ anywho, yeah. i've gotten over my writers block, plot issues(hopefully --;;), AND my broken heart. and i'm as energetic as ever! so EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED. well, not in this chapter. i just changed the ending to allow more to follow. and no, the world didn't ACTUALLY explode(that was just my emotions). and yes, i AM continuing this fic. ...so long as everyone wants me to. i don't know about you guys, but i REALLY don't like this fic so far. oh well. some of you seem to think otherwise, and since i don't have a better idea for a Daisuke/Satoshi fic yet, i'll give the loyal ones what they deserve.

so, ENJOY!

Daisuke backed up a step when he realized what he was staring at.

His own eyes were gazing back at him.

The perfect shades, the perfect tones of colour that he never really stopped to look at. He simply combed his hair every day to make it look at least presentable. He never spent the time to memorize his own face, never actually looked at himself. But apparently someone else had.

There was one large painting on an easel with Diasuke plastered on its ruff surface in long, graceful strokes. In the painting, he was wearing his school uniform.

There were various smaller paintings and portraits surrounding the main one, some standing on their own and some leaning on it for support. But all of them were Daisuke.

There were even some of him in Dark's outfits, just changed back or ready to change and go thieving.

He knew Satoshi didn't like Dark, but he seemed to find ways around him. The red-head knew he had gotten away quite easily a number of times, but it was never thanks to Dark. Satoshi went easy on him and only him, not even his other half could break that unspoken rule.

Daisuke went to back up another step and found himself leaning into none other than Satoshi himself. He whirled around and almost fell, but never hit the floor thanks to the bluenette. This time he found himself staring into those dark, deep oceans. He almost fell again, thanks to his wobbly knees.

"You know, I never intended for you to see those." Satoshi said with a wry smile. "I was somewhat obsessive at one point, but then it was just a matter of getting you off my mind for a while."

The smaller of the two just nodded, a little smile gracing his lips as well.

Satoshi closed the door to the small enclosure and strode into the kitchen. Daisuke followed him, his stomach growling. While the older boy was making coffee, the red-head rummaged in the refrigerator for eggs and anything else for breakfast.

"God, Satoshi, don't you ever eat?" he asked incredulously.

"I don't eat breakfast often, I just sometimes have a cup of coffee."

"Well, don't you at least have any food in case someone comes to visit?"

"You think I ever get visitors?" Satoshi arched an eyebrow.

"Well, I'm here, aren't I?" Daisuke smiled innocently.

"I stand corrected." the blue-haired boy chuckled.

After a minute of searching for anything edible, he decided he'd better just take Satoshi to the market.

"Come on!" he said cheerfully, grabbing Satoshi's hand.

"Ummm… Where on earth are we going?"

"Shopping, of course!"

Satoshi looked nervous.

well, there you have it. VERY short, i know /sweatdrop/

oh well. at least i'm back again, right/eerie silence/ right...

but never fear, i have the next chappie in the works! it sould be out VERY soon!

and hey... does anyone have any ideas for some plot twisters or exciting/embarrassing situations? ANY AT ALL would help a BUNCH! and if you want me to write faster, and keep going with at least a semi-interesting fic, then i suggest you ALL give your input on this one! no matter how ridicculous, i love everyone's opinion! and actually, the more outlandish, the better... /evil grin/

well, JAA NE!