Daisuke sleeps quietly in my mind…..his mind. I think it's almost funny how he can sleep so blissfully , without the slightest thought of what I'm doing, not a hint of suspicion. I creep downstairs pausing on the staircase when a rather unexpected person sitting cross-legged in Daisuke's kitchen caught my attention. did you get in here? It's like, 3 AM"
"I have wings too, Dark"
"Right. And you're here for a pleasant visit, crumpets, and tea?"
"Hah hah, no"
"Well no shit. What do you want?" I kept my distance, not in the mood to blow up Emiko's kitchen tonight.
"Funny thing is, I don't know myself"
"Your feet just brought you here?" I raise an eyebrow
"Actually, yes."
"Sure" I just shrug and pad off towards the bathroom. "Just stay out of my way" Maybe it's because it's three AM that I'm not strangling the Commander. Or maybe it's because Daisuke should be awake when I kill his friend. And I don't really want him awake right now. Oh yeah, and the fact that battling with the angel from Hell isn't exactly my idea of what I should be doing at this ungodly hour. He sighed.
"I'm not at work right now, Dark. I have enough honor not to capture you when you're not stealing. Krad's asleep"
"Yeah, yeah" I sigh and continue, pausing only at Satoshi's question.
"Where are you going? Spirits don't generally need to relieve themselves" I decide not to answer and keep walking, closing the door behind me.
"Whatever." I hear him mutter.
It's raining again. Not that I mind, not by a long shot. Rain is more than water pouring out of the sky, and lighting is more than electricity. I love the rain; hunger for it, even. Because I feel strong in the rain, like every impurity is being washed from me, and I'm stripped down to who I really am. I love that feeling. Even though dawn is approaching, I scribble a note on a piece of paper for Risa, and leave it on her door. She'll understand of course, she knows how I am about rain. Without so much as an umbrella or a poncho, I slip outside into the storm, letting a smile grace my lips as a bolt of lightning illuminates the area. "We haven't seen a storm like this is such a long time" I whisper, and head towards the park. Even though it's dangerous, the shelter and shade of the trees adds a mystical quality to the rain, wind, and light. The old swing creaks as I sit down on it, swaying a bit with the wind. And out of the corner of my eye, I see a form lying limp in the grass on a hill. Carefully, I lift myself up off of the old swing and move towards the –supposed-stranger. His body shakes, and his eyes are shut tight, so I kneel to inspect him closer. But this isn't any person, I notice with less-than-pleasure. It's the famous thief Dark Mousy, with an empty needle in his hand.