Time, a nonspatial continuum in which events occur in apparently irreversible succesion from the past through the present to the future, spares no one. This is even more true when you are alone and unchanging, watching idly as the places and people around you transform and grow while you do not. When everything you know and love is forgotten, lost amongst the intervals called "time".
To forget is to leave behind unintentionally, but what if it's done on purpose. What if you had the choice to relive a traumatic event for the rest of your life or simply forget it and move on but at the spense of others? Which would you choose? When is it just easier to forget?
Large, full black wings flapped swiftly into the night sky, leaving behind a world of wailing sirens and frantic police officers below. The legendary Phantom Thief Dark was making his escape from one of Azumano's many museums and with "The Angel's Love Potion" in hand. Dark smirked to himself in triumphant, knowing that somewhere down below was a disgruntled Commander Hiwatari scowling up at him. As the cool wind filtered through Dark's lengthy violet locks, he closed his and attempted to spread his arms to enjoy the brisk air. Groaning, he peered down at the chains binding his wrist remembering that he had slipped up briefly allowing Satoshi Hiwatari to snap handcuffs on him.
Deciding that he wasn't going to get very far in this condition, he surveyed the ground for a place to land and remove the cuffs. A mischievous grin passed over his features as he spotted a balcony protruding from a large, prestigious looking home that would no doubt serve as an optimal resting spot.
Upon landing, Dark was relieved to find the tall glass doors closed. The last thing he needed was a short, robust man or guadly dressed woman with a tiny dog to inform the authorities that he was here. Leaning forward and crouching to his knees, he provided Wiz enough space to transform back into his natural form. The small creature "Kyuued" and scurried off to the other side of the deck.
"That's Dark three, Satoshi zero," he laughed to himself, rising to full stature.
Turning on his heels, he wandered over to the edge of the balcony to gaze up at a full moon. Sighing, he ran a gloved hand smoothly over the top of the rail. It was times like this that it hurt to remember... Dark had been around for many ages and had seen many things change, but not the moon. It had always been there, always familiar. Lighting his getaway path when he was in hot pursuit or radiating on him lovingly as flew next to it. But the celestial body also harbored some painful memories for the handsome purloiner, memories from a time that should have been long forgotten. Memories of a loved one so eternal that not even the unforgiving passing of time could touch them.
Shaking from his saddening reverie, he ducked as a spotlight passed just over head. Damn, they're persistent! He looked around frenziedly as the ivory beam continued to scour the sky. There was no question that they would catch him if he remained with in sight range. Risking the encounter with the weensy dog, he opened the glass door and sidestepped inside.
Riku was a light sleeper, she always had been. So it didn't take much more than the tiny creack of a door to wake her. Slowly stirring at the distinct 'clicking' sound of a door shutting, she rubbed the sleep from her bleary eyes. She expected to find Risa somewhere clutching a teddy bear and complaining about nightmares, but instead found the silhoutte of a slender young man looming infront of the balcony door. Using her elbow she sat upright in the bed. Bring her knees to her chest, she grabbed her pillow and prepared for the assualt.
Hearing the soft rustle of sheets to his back, Dark turned around timorously. Amethyst met amber in a nervous stare. Taking a few heedful steps toward the bed, he recognize the shadow to be a young girl, although no serious features could be made out in the dim lighting.
"Uh...it's not what you ..." he raised his hands in a surrendering notiong, "I mean... I."
"Get away from me!" She started lunging various stuffed animals from her bed at the stranger."PERVERT"
"But I'm...,"he evaded a flying, plush giraffe," I'm not! Really!"
Before he could utter another excuse, Dark's head made an unwelcoming impact with the Riku's pillow. As it flopped limply from his face to the ground, he found his patience with the hysterical girl wearing thin.
"Listen to me will ya?" Dark groaned as he stalked to the end of he bed.
Getting a clear view of the girl, Dark felt his breath stop in the most painfully stifling part of his body. At that very second his entire being froze as it felt like someone had forcefully took a hold of his heart. For the instant that his eyes rested on her, if possible, it seemed like time briefly stopped. He recognized her.. The same soft brown eyes, red tinted hair and round cheerful face- he would know that face anywhere.
"It's me, Dark," he searched her eyes for a reaction.
"I don't care who you are," she spat venomously, "just get away from me!"
"Quiet down for a second," he pushed the squirming and screaming girl back onto the bed, pressing her arms above her head.
"Get your hands off me! I'll scream for help," she protested. "CREEP!"
He could feel his DNA begin to stir, reacting to his feelings of affection. Panicking, he continue to anchor the thrashing Riku. She was so much stronger than he remembered. So much so that she managed to knock off the crystal cork of "The Angel's Love Potion". The mystic liquid seeped from it's container and sprinkled about the struggling pair. He had to do something to remind her who he was. He had to do something ... he had to..
Eyes wide in shock, Riku's shouting ceased. Her body tensed as the stranger's lips slid tenderly over her own. Something was oddly comforting and amicable about his scent. The warmthful passing of his lips seems so natural to her, like they just fit with her own.She wanted to continue her screaming and push the boy from her, but somehow her body wouldn't obey her commands.
Blinking, the plum colored eyes were now crimson and their owner a much shorter, younger looking boy. His eyes were round and lined with tears as he back away nervously. Bringing a trembling hand to his lips, he peered down to the equally startled girl. As black wings grew from his back, he bolted for the balcony entrance.
"Daisuke...?" Riku whispered, gazing around her room in confusion.