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Revenge:

Chapter 2

Daisuke yawned; the last lesson had been a real killer. A double-hour with a muddle-headed stand-in. The guy had had a voice that a Hoover, if a Hoover could be jealous, would have been jealous on. Everyone had been yawning after twenty minutes, desperately trying to listen to whatever the guy's triads tried to state. Five students had actually fallen asleep during the first twenty minutes, not for the teacher had noticed anything.

He groaned, remembering his task for today. Yawning, he stretched and started to collect his things into his bag. When the most students had left the room, he paced over to the broom cupboard and took out all the paraphernalia he and Saehara would need to clean the room. He was a little bit surprised that the other one hadn't made any attempts to run away from his duties today. However, when he turned to face the other boy, two hands crashed to the wall on each side of his head and an accusing-looking face was just inches away from his own.

"Sae…Saehara-kun?"

"So, it was just for fun, ne?"

"What?"

"Just for fun."

"I don't….oh."

A grumpy smile. "Right…so, blurt it out. Now."

"I don't." a sigh. "I didn't…" Red eyes pleaded into a stern face.

"Well?"

"Okay." Daisuke pushed away one of Saehara's arms, gave the boy a cleaning cloth and started to give away the whole story about the prank the Hikari-brothers and company had played on Dark and Saehara.

Neither of them noticed the smiling bluenett that stood just outside the door.

He shook his head, listening to what the redhead told Saehara. The way the boy tried to prove to his friend that he didn't know anything about the prank, would only convince the young journalist that he indeed had known about it.

Sometimes it was easier to believe in a lie than in the truth.

Satoshi knew this.

He saw it each and every time Dark was the phantom thief.

No one would believe that Dark Mousy, the thief, was the same person as Dark Niwa, Dai-chans older brother. Neither that Krad, the white-winged homicidal psycho was the same Krad that every girl and some boys within a four miles radius would try to make to hers/his boyfriend (or in one case his girlfriend).

Even they who knew that Hikari could create animated artwork didn't want to believe that, or choose to play dense as soon as the subject came up. Maybe it was because the lie was closer to their truth than the actual truth. Maybe it was because the wings had the same effect as Superman's, no Clark Kent's glasses…

He didn't know, it worked and that was the goal.

So, Saehara would want revenge that much was true. Satoshi wondered if he could manipulate the boy to take it out on the upcoming Saturday. He knew that Dark would…err…punish (?) Krad that evening and he didn't want to be home that night, seeing as the black haired teen had borrowed a pair of handcuffs from him…he'd even given the staff a weekend off so Dark's …'punishment' would go on undisturbed. He wasn't sure if the blonde knew what to expect this weekend, but he wouldn't be the one spoiling Dark's…revenge…

Yes, being out with Dai, the twins and Saehara would be so much more entertaining, than sitting in his room, alone, trying to ignore a certain pair…and this time would Saehara turn up because he already knew the truth and wanted answers on his questions. Besides, a meeting with only his friend would be a too tasty tidbit for a revenge-seeking Saehara to not swallow.

Tomorrow he was going to convince the others to a second meeting and then…wait for the Saturday.

Satoshi smiled as he made his way over the schoolyard. This was going to be a fun week.

Saehara could not believe his luck.

Risa had just asked him if he could come to a karaoke bar with Hiwatari-kun, Niwa-kun, her and her sister this Saturday.

Oh yes, he would come…

Indeed he would come.

"Sure Dark, we can watch an movie on Saturday-eve... but we are going to be all on our own, 'cause he has given the whole staff a weekend off on Saturday."

Someone asked something in the other end.

"No, the little repetition is going out with some friends. Hn, that's reminds me, I have to ask the chef to fill the fridge in the staff-kitchen so we can survive until Sunday eve…What? They have to come Sunday eve; it's some repairmen that are coming then."

The silence was only broken by the mumbling in the phone.

"Hmm? I think it was with your brother, the twins and…that crazy journalist. Why?"

The other one talked.

"Yeah, see you then. Bye." Krad hang up and made his way towards the kitchen and the chef.

Dark stared at the phone a long time after the blonde had hanged up.

'So, Saehara is going out with them? Huh? I'll have to have a little word with that boy.'

He looked after Saehara's address in the phonebook and grabbed his jacked. Emiko shouted after him to buy some milk for tomorrow's breakfast on his way home and handed him some money and a peck on the cheek.

"Sure, no problem."

He walked out. No shadows reflected from the wet ground, only the lights from some streetlights managed to brake through the grayish world that the evening had dimmed so perfectly that it was impossible to recognize anyone that didn't stand below the few lights.

High-pitched voices from some girls penetrated the shadows. They passed Dark just a meter away, but wouldn't had noticed him if not one of the girls had unintentionally hit him with her purse. He collided softly with her purse and she almost had a heart-attack. After the apologies was delivered drifted the girls off into the evenings grey shadows like ships in a mist.

He was really thankful for his knowledge of the city, because in other case it would have been almost impossible to find the right street.

When the doorbell rang, young Saehara answered.

"Hi, we need to talk." Saehara removed his hand from the door and Dark stepped inside the small apartment.

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"Yes it's possible to do. But we'll need his help." Saehara tried to convince Dark, who all but whined.

"But he's even more freaked out than Hiwatari."

"Hehe, agree, but still, we'll need him."

"Keiji Saga?" Saehara nodded and Dark sighed and gave up.

DD: Oh no, do I have to include that maniac in this story? Oh well, how will the next short chapter turn out? Give me some reviews and I'll post it as soon as I can, in other case I'll hold it a month or so… XD yes, I'm evil this time.