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It wasn't chance.
Come on now, Risa reasoned. How COULD it be chance? He was always there, appearing so mysteriously yet with a certain flair that was all his own, eyes bright with exitement that he fought not to show...
Ah, Dark.
"Ahhhh..." Her elbows rested on the balcony gently, hands curled beneath her chin lightly, dreaming. From inside their bedroom, she heard Riku make a noise of disgust.
"Bleh, do you have to SIGH like that?"
"It adds to my mood!" Risa defended quickly, feeling a taint of anger knocking her off her 'romantic pedestal' as Riku enjoyed calling it. Being in a romantic mood with no one to share it with really did... well, for lack of a better word, suck. Dreaming of moonlight and smiles, exchanging jackets and sweet nothings...
It just didn't FIT to try to do them alone. Her sister looked at her oddly enough without her whispering sweet nothings to herself anyway.
"Risa-chan."
"What is it Riku?" The younger Harada asked without turning to face the voice. Riku enjoyed fooling with her, imitating Dark-sama's voice and calling her 'chan'. Riku thought it was funny but Risa merely found it hurtful.
"I've gone by many things," The voice said, sounding surprised. "But Riku hasn't been one of them."
Risa turned, if for nothing more then to let Riku have a piece of her mind, and stopped dead.
There, in all his black-garbed glory, draped gracefully on her balcony, dark hair lit by the moonlight...
"Dark-sama!"
"That would be me." His voice didn't have the same rakish air but who cared? Risa was sure she was dreaming anyway. Dark couldn't come back, but she certainly enjoyed her imagination.
"I-I missed you." She said, suddenly shy. The thief smiled, tilting his head to the side gently.
"Missed you too."
"Is Daisuke...?"
"Nah. He's fine."
"Oh."
Dark shifted in the awkward pause that followed, eyes darting up to the sky. In their depths, Risa could have sworn she saw a glimmer of blue but, that was impossible! Dark's eyes were always the regal, dark violet of the night. Never blue.
"Do you want to go somewhere?" His voice was smooth, like honey, yet with no threatening undertone that Risa always felt from the boys at school. For some reason, Dark was a 'safe' date.
Risa found her voice finally and opened her mouth, calling back to her sister.
"Riku? I'm going to be gone a while. I'm taking the lattice. See you!"
Riku barely had time to begin her loud protest before Dark grabbed Risa's trembling wrist and pulled her into the sky, his wings unfurling as they took to the air. They caught like a parachute and lifted, Dark keeping a tight hold on her, bridal-style.
Such discipline, Risa mused. To hold her up as though she weighed nothing. While she was certainly no heavyweight, she knew it had to be difficult. And as she stared up into her, yes, her, thief's eyes, she could see more than just traces of blue. Bright highlights kept sneaking through.
Risa's forehead furrowed, thinking over this odd phenomenon. Dark's eyes were changing color? But why blue?
Who could guess?
It was still Dark.
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Long after he had dropped a breathless and ecstatic Risa off at her house, her 'Dark' winged off down the street, wings slacking as soon as he was out of reach. The blackness was peeling away from them as the night wore on, tired with use, and returning to white. He reached up and tugged lightly at the dark locks that were so definitely not his own. The dye rubbed off on his pale fingers and he stared at it with tired blue eyes.
A smile curved onto his lips.
"Practicing disguises? Maybe not... entirely." He looked back up at the Harada house, musing over how it had felt, how it had really FELT, to be loved by Risa Harada for one night, one "date" with her.
He removed his glasses from his pocket and put them on, turning to walk away.
For one night of her affection...
He could suppose it had been worth it.