Author's Note/ Okay, okay! I'll admit it! I MADE A MISTAKE! 'Aigitaru' is what I had written to mean 'I love you,' but the real word is 'ashiteru!' And yes, Kosuke was never Dark, but just go along with it for the stories sake, please! So sorry all! I promise to post faster next time too. Kk?

Chapter 6/ Getting back on track

(Dasiuke's PoV)

"Dark?" I whined softly. Why wasn't he answering me? Was he ignoring me because I did something stupid like running away? Could he possibly still be asleep? No. Not even he could stay in deep slumber after my yelling for him. Maybe running away was a little rash, but I was scared. Scared to be in his arms. I didn't know what else to do! What did he expect from me?

I didn't know what I was going to do next. I was soaked through to the bone. Not even my jacket did much to keep me warm anymore. I knew it must have been freezing out there, but I couldn't feel a thing. Was that because my head was so foggy or because I was so cold that I was numb? Did it matter? I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about anything. And you couldn't blame me.

I just found how strong my feelings for this boy were just a few days ago. Then I was trying as hard as I could to keep them secret. It's a little frightening to find that you never liked either of the two girls that you thought were your future. But instead liked, or even loved, the boy that spent his whole life trying to capture you, to put you in prison. Do you understand how I feel now? Then, that boy tells me he needs me and loves me. Is this possible?

Then I locked onto the set of beautiful blue eyes that I had come to adore. "Satoshi?" I whispered. I'm sure he couldn't hear me through the rain, but he reached down to pick me up nonetheless. I made no objection as he held me in his arms, close to his chest. And even through the wet clothes, I could feel heat radiating off of him. I snuggled closer into that warmth and drifted off to peaceful sleep in him arms.

(Satoshi's PoV)

I was torn between hurt, anger, and adoration.

His face was red from the steady slaps of the rigid rain and the sweeps of the harsh wind. Daisuke's skin was the palest I had ever seen it, and he was ice cold. His lips didn't even have the rosy pink color but was starting to turn a bluish-purple instead. I shook my head at his stupidity. Maybe if I had gotten to him faster, if I had reacted faster to his sudden escape, maybe he wouldn't look to be in this bad of shape.

I got into the house and away from the continuous rainfall. I remembered how hurt I felt as he jumped off the couch away from me and ran out that door. Out of everything I thought he might've done, that wasn't it. It took be by surprise and I can't express how my heart felt. I had felt like that before. Once when I found him kissing Riku and once when he thanked me on a school trip when I had just hurt him terribly. And again when Riku went missing and he barely gave me a second glance before running off to find her. It's like a hollow pit is formed where your heart once was. And you couldn't recall anything happy except his face and how he was always smiling. It wasn't fair; then again, nothing in my life had ever been fair.

I carried him up to what I believed to be his bedroom. I laid him gently on the bed and started looking around for where a change of clothes might've been. I dug through a dresser and an armoire before finding a new pair of plaid, flannel pajama bottoms and a long t-shirt. But Daisuke had long since fallen asleep. I didn't dare wake him up or dress him myself. Nor did I want him to freeze. So I peeled off his jacket and hung it over his desk chair. Then I tucked him in as tightly as I could so he wouldn't catch a cold.

I sighed at the boy as he snuggled into the blanket. What was I supposed to do next? His ruby hair was spread across the pillow at odd angles and the wet strands clung to his face. I brushed them away to mingle with his ears instead. His normally cheerful eyes were closed in slumber. I tore my eyes away from him before I could do anything stupid. A part of me wanted to kiss him because I loved him so much, another part wanted to just hold him because I was so worried about him, and yet there was a part of me that wanted to slap him for making such a stupid decision as to run away.

I stood there; an emotionless mask plastered onto the familiar skin. I took one last glance at the boy before turning out the light and closing the door lightly behind me.

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(Daisuke's PoV) Morning

I awoke to the soft glow of sunlight that flowed in through my window. I stirred slightly in my bed, pulling the covers ever closer to my chin. It was so warm and comfy; I just didn't want to move. My subconscious struggled to break my eyelashes free from the sleep that held them shut. I took a blurry glance at the clock next to me. 6:30. I sighed inwardly. I knew I couldn't fall back asleep even if I had wanted to. The subtle light entering my room urged me to wake up. My mind lulled and rolled over memories, sending me back into ever –so –blissful consciousness. I sat up stiffly, stretched, and yawned. And out of pure instinct said aloud, "Good Morning, Dark."

Then I remembered, 'That's right. Dark is ignoring me. I almost forgot.' So I slid gloomily out of bed and noticed my clothes were still damp from the previous night's 'events.' And at that moment, my clothes hadn't been the only things that were dampened. I saw an extra pair of pajamas on my desk. I looked at them curiously, wondering when I had put them there, then quickly changed into them before heading downstairs to make breakfast.

As I walked across the entranceway to the kitchen, I gave a fleeting look into the Living room, hoping and wishing to see Dad reading the paper and Mom head over to me to gush about how cute I was. But what caught my attention instead was startling.

Peering past the arm of the couch was a tuff of blue, and what first came to my mind made my heart skip a beat. I slowly walked around the couch, and low-and-behold, Satoshi slept soundly there. (Well, I guess that's where the pajamas came from) His skin was an icy pale, probably from the wet clothes and having no blanket. And a silver shine weaved through his soft blue hair from the gentle sunlight. The eyes that sent me into fantasies whenever I looked into them were shut delicately. Now, there are a lot of words that describe Satoshi: ice, cold, snow, frozen, calm, apathy… totally sexy genius! But I know that deep inside him there is a flame, a flame that burns through the ice.

With one last look of desire, I headed back for the kitchen, now prepared to cook for two.

(Satoshi's PoV)

I awoke to the smell of bacon. Well, actually, I had been awake for the past half an hour, but by the time anything registered, I could smell bacon. I sat up slowly as to not get a head rush. I took my first good look around the room. Many shades of green and browns decorated the room and furniture. The delicious aroma and the embers in the fireplace made it feel welcome. And the light layer of dust on the coffee table and bookshelves gave it a 'lived-in' look.

I stood and walked to the doorway of the kitchen. Daisuke was running around the kitchen, trying to get to everything before it burned, wearing a pink, lacey apron that I supposed was his mother's. "Good morning…" I said. I was going to address him after the greeting, but I wasn't sure what he'd want me to call him. He paused mid-step and looked at me with a light blush covered his cheeks.

"Oh, good morning, Satoshi! Um, eggs and bacon are ready if you want some." He said, turning back to the stove and transferring the contents of the pan onto two separate plates. I nodded, and he set the plates at the already-set table. I was leaning on the doorway, staring off into space a little when I noticed something out the window. I gave a small smirk at how I knew Daisuke would react.

"Daisuke, look out the window."

He made his way over next to me before he, too, gazed out the window. "YUKI!(1)" He exclaimed when he realized just what was outside. He ran to the back door and stomped right out into the snow, drenching the bottoms of his dry pajama pants. I stood on the back porch as he ran around, trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue. "Come On, Satoshi! Come Out With Me!" I shook my head at his request and continued to watch him prance around happily in the snow. He was acting as if last night had never happened… just like I was afraid he would.

I heard the phone ring inside and yelled to Daisuke that I would be right back. I found the phone that I had just taken notice of that morning in the living room. "Hello?" I said into the receiver.

"Hiwatari?" came Kosuke's voice from the other end of the line.

"Niwa?"

"What the hell are you doing at my house? Wasn't Daisuke staying with you? Or was it vise-versa?" he asked uncertainly.

"We had just stopped by the house so Niwa-kun could get his coat because of the snow." I lied as I grabbed Daisuke's coat from in front of the fireplace where I had put it to dry.

"Well, may I speak with him, please?"

"Of course." I said, keeping my infamous monotone mask. I grabbed a pair of boots and a scarf from the entranceway hat rack then headed back out to Daisuke. "Niwa-kun!" I called to him.

"I thought I told you to call me!" he stopped when he saw the phone in my hands. He made his way through the snow toward me, trying not to get his already wet pant legs even though they were already soaked. He took the phone and I began to slide his arm through the sleeve of his jacket. "Hello? Oh, hi Dad. Um… we were just… stopping by the house real quick to… grab my jacket! It's snowing out here, ya know?"

Okay, I was proud that he was smart enough to pick up on my story without me even saying anything, but when he lied it was only too obvious. I made a mental note to never let him lie if I had the chance to do it for him.

"What!" I looked at Daisuke's face curiously as I finished zipping up his jacket for him. "Why are you staying longer?" he asked, trying to let me in on the conversation. I motioned for him to sit on the porch so I could put on his shoes. He obeyed.

"Um, that's fine with me." He gave me a nervous look then went back to paying attention to Kosuke's constant talking. Then his face gave a quick look of pain before he said, "Dark is… fine."

Dark? What was wrong with Dark? Yeah, Daisuke was a terrible liar. Daisuke then handed the phone back to me. I looked at the electronic device silently before grabbing it and said, "yes?"

"I was wondering if you would mind if Daisuke stayed a little bit longer with you. Our plane was delayed due to snow and they asked us to go back to our hotels or homes until the conditions are better and the planes are prepared. Who knows how long that will take! Would you mind? I would ask Takeshi, but he's on a trip with his family for Christmas."

"That's fine."

"Great, thank you. He already said that was fine with him. We'll stay in touch. Happy Sunday."

I hung up without returning the greeting. Daisuke and I exchanged glances afterward as we sat side-by-side on the back porch. It was nice to be close to him again. I just wish he were sitting in front of me so I could wrap my arms around him. But instead I said, "Would you like to eat our breakfast that's growing cold before we play in the snow?"

He giggled at me then nodded, jumping up and running into the house. I wondered if staying longer with me was really okay with him or if he was just saying so. Maybe I'd bring it up later. I grabbed the scarf that I had yet to wrap around his neck, and followed him inside.

TBC…

(1) yuki- snow

A/N : Sorry it took so long to post this. I got writer's block and then when I had finished writing the chapter, my mom found it and deleted it! So I had to start all over. I hope you all will forgive me! I know where I'm going now so the next one should be out soon. Don't forget to tell me if you want me to keep writing or not, kk? TTYL!