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Daisuke swalllowed nervously as he stared timdly at the brass door handle infront of him; to open it would mean to face Hiwatari, to face the other night when they almost suceeded in destroying one another. He supposed that they couldn't be blamed, it was Dark and Krad's fault right...right? Allowing the blades of saliva to slide down his throat he grasped the icy knob and walked inside.

The room was bland, dim with a pale grey light illuminating the colorless walls and lack of furniture. It was quiet, too quiet, all except the beeping heart monitor beside Satoshi's bed. If the hospital wasn't enough to make you think of death this room would, but Satoshi seemed completely at peace. Death didn't frighten the boy at all, of course most men in his family were destined to die young. Death was a part of life Satoshi Hiwatari was very accustom to. Daisuke Niwa, however, was not as he approached the boy's bed anxiously.

"Satoshi are you awake?"

No reply came as Daisuke observed his steady breathing. "Obviously not," he sighed resting at his classmate's side.

He felt guitly for not visiting his friend; for being too caught up in his own affairs to see if he was okay. Satoshi may have been cold and aloof, but he had always been kind to Daisuke and he had no reason to treat the vision impaired boy so poorly. "Forgive me, Hiwatari," he pleaded stroking Satoshi's brow.

"You think I would have come to you first,because you're the only one who can keep my secret," he finished melancholy.

"R-Risa, what's wrong?" Riku leaned out of the bathroom doorway brushing her hair as her sister buzzed around in what seemed to be in absolute panic.

"I'm suppose to meet Phantom Dark!" she squealed.

"That's a good thing right?" Riku sat her brush down on the counter.

"Riku!" she wailed, "I have nothing to wear!"

Riku just stared at her reflection in the mirror hanging over the sink while her twinn rumaged through drawers tossing garments aside. Reaching out to touch the image she swept a single finger against the smooth, flawless surface of the glass leaving only a smudge across her reflect's face. I look so much like her.

"Hey, Risa what's the occasion?"she called over her shoulder.

"He said he had something important to tell me,"she beamed flashing the message card in her hand. "Perhaps my dream is coming true and he will properly ask me to be his girlfriend."

As the chestnut haired girl continued on about how 'dreamy' it would be, Riku allowed her own worries to engulf her. Her heart sank, she knew the truth about Dark and that he could not genuinely love love Risa. Some where in the pit of her stomach Riku knew the important message that Dark would deliver to her younger sibling. In the hour to come Risa would have her heart completely broken.

In a moment of thought you would expect everything to be silent and still, but this moment was far from the case. Wind whipped past Dark's ears carrying the churning sound of the distant windmills in motion with it. There they were over the hill from where he was positioned turning rythmically without any sign of stopping, just like his thoughts. The wind as their force each sail followed suit in a circular pattern; Dark felt as if it was time for him to stop fighting against the wind, it was time to end this charade. Sitting down in the over grown grass he enjoyed the wind playing with his purple tresses as he buried his hands in the soil. He had mastered the art of patience and held it as one of his higher virtues. He could wait...he had all the time in the world.

Risa arrived moments later tredding cautiously up the hill, completely over dressed. He rose to greet her, hastily taking her hand the moment she reached him.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Dark-san," she blushed furiously.

"It's okay," he lied brushing a lock of hair behind her ears, Daisuke had to meet Riku soon.

"You shouldn't have to wait for anyone!" she smiled.

Wait? It seemed that Dark had been waiting all of his life, if you'd even it call it a life. He was waiting for something he could never touch, never kiss, never breathe, but always had to endure as others did. Dark Mousy could never love. Whenever he felt a connection with someone his time was always cut short when his tamer no longer had a use for him. He ran the back of his hand down Risa's petal soft cheek, was this as close as he was going to get?

"Dark," she cooed resting her head upon his chest.

"Risa," he sighed wrapping his arms around her back. He was never proud to be theif of hearts only to toss them aside like useless paintings. Part of him wanted to keep the girl as happy as he possibly could, but that didn't mean that either one of them should suffer a lie. "Risa, I'm not capable of loving you."

"What?" she pulled away confusedly.

"I'm sorry Risa, but this was all a game. I have to let you go now that I see your so attached."

Her arms fell limply from him to her waist as she peered up at him for any type of sign that he was joking, that this was lie, that he didn't mean it! His usual bright face was like stone; derived of emotion and his apathetic eyes sent chills down her spine. "No," she protested, "you're the only man I love! There's no one else, but you Dark."

Sinking his hands into the pockets of his jeans he turned from her, it was the first time he had turned his back on a woman since Riku. Lowering his head the hollow sound of the wind against his ears grew. "You're selfish, Risa. There's so many people willing to do anything for you and you take it all for granted."

She froze there, mouth agape, utterly stupified at the brash words he had so carelessy cast her way. The hollow sound around her was begining to fill her equally vacant heart. She attempted to call out to him again, but her voice wouldn't come. She could do nothing but sob as he walked away.

Flopping down on a nearby bench Daisuke reviewed over what he had just witnessed. Spreading his arms out across the back of the bench he leaned his head back and admired the night sky. I can't believe Dark could just be that cold... Sighing he rolled up the sleeves of his over sized sweater to check his watch and wait for Riku. Closing his eyes he zoned in on the sound of foot steps approaching rapidly from right. Peeking open one eye to see if it was Riku he caught a glimpse of long haired girl collapsing out of the corner of his eye.

"Risa," he jumped up and bolted in her direction.

"Niwa?" she sniffled, face drenched in tears.

"Are you okay," he crouched down to examine the fallen girl.

"I'm fine..." she trailed gathering to her knees. "My dress, its dirty."

"Let me help you," he said softly lifting Risa to her feet.

"Oh, Niwa how could he do that!" she cried clenching his woolen shirt. "How could he?"

"Risa..." Daisuke felt as helpless as she did, he couldn't offer her any words of comfort, he couldn't do anything but watch the heart broken girl.

Her head was low and her face hidden by the shadows of a mass of hair, her grip still firm on his shirt. "Daisuke...hold me," she begged leaning into him. Hesitant at first, he slowly wrapped his arm around the girl's waist as she clung to him for dear life. "I know I'm selfish and I shouldn't do this, but I need this. I need you." Daisuke had completely loss control of his senses as she leaned in even further. Her smell was tempting and alluring like spring flowers, unlike Riku's fresh, clean scent.

"I'm always going to be here for you, Risa, no matter what that jerk, Dark, does."

"Dai..."

Releasing the girl he turned sharply at the sound of a familiar voice. Even though he knew it, even though he dreaded it, there she was staring in shock. Riku's eyes were wide and lined with new tears at the misleading scene. The whole world seemed to spin while she stood still.

"Riku I-"

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! I knew...," her head lowered and her fist clenched. "I had the feeling you were trying to get to Risa, but I-" she peered up no longer disguising her uncontrolled tears. "I IGNORED IT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!"

With that she left as quickly as she came unable to take the sight of the two. Daisuke was left with the now even harder crying Risa clinging to him. What was he going to do with this mess?

A/N: 'Damage Control' is having a fanfic contest so stop by the community and check out the rules. I want all of you guys to enter and show how much Dark and Riku fandom there really is! Winners recieve fanart and praise for their story! Looking for staff btw!