Chapter 6

Dark recovered from his mental instability and went home the next afternoon. No one told Risa or Riku that he'd ever been there.

Daisuke's cuts had healed, but the scar still had a band-aid over it. The sensitive skin hadn't healed yet. Satoshi wouldn't let him move until it had, meaning he was staying in Daisuke's room in order to keep him still.

Daisuke's room was different from Satoshi's. His bed was smaller, since he didn't have to worry about wings. The window was small and he had no closet, just a dresser. There was no desk and no bookshelf, but there was a table with a lamp on it.

"Remind me to get you a better room." Satoshi muttered for the 700th time since he'd entered the room.

"No Hiwatari-kun...You don't need to do that." Daisuke insisted once more. "I'm fine, really."

Satoshi stared at him with a calculating look for a long time before he spoke.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course!" Daisuke nodded furiously, waving his hands around to clarify. Satoshi nodded and leaned back in his chair, wings stretching.

"I'm going to bed." Satoshi announced calmly before motioning to Daisuke.

"Hiwatari-kun..." Daisuke sighed, laying down in bed on his right side, as the left scar had been hit. "I don't...I don't want you doing this."

Satoshi looked at him sharply.

"What?"

"I don't..." Daisuke said, almost crying it seemed. "You're doing too much. I'll be fine, I promise. I won't leave my room until I'm healed. But I don't want you doing this."

Satoshi stared at him.

"Just tonight then." Satoshi promised, laying down next to Daisuke in the small bed and wrapping his wings around the smaller boy. "Let me help you tonight."

"Hiwatari-" Daisuke tried to protest.

"No." Satoshi stopped him. "I don't have any powers to help you with. I may never have them. So let me do this...Let me stay with you tonight."

Daisuke closed his eyes and scooted ever-so-slightly closer to Satoshi before his breathing evened out in the peace of sleep. Satoshi smiled slightly and fell asleep, his wings protecting both of them.

Daisuke opened his eyes and looked at the sleeping Satoshi.

"It's wrong Satoshi. What you feel...What I feel...It's wrong..."

-

Stuck in his room for a few days, Daisuke had discovered painting again. Yes, again. He'd painted a long time ago. His mother had loved his paintings. Daisuke was relieved to realize he hadn't lost his ability.

Satoshi came in sometimes and he always hid the art from him. It was his secret painting, his secret...He feared his secrets being found...

A night, the picture took flight in his dreams. The wings spread wide and unrestrained as they soared through the sky, breaking the clouds and smiling as the sun bathed their skin in warmth, passing by old and new friends, joining them. Until finally, every time, they came to an unpassable wall. A figure with wings that stopped their paths and stood looming darkly over it all. The wings disappeared and they fell.

But when he awoke and stared into the depths of his painting, Daisuke knew it was still the same. The wings were there, the friends remained in his dreams, as did his fears. So he relaxed and lay back in bed, every time.

Satoshi came and comforted away the insecurities he didn't know Daisuke had, and the red head repeated Satoshi's actions of 4 years ago, falling asleep before the other left.

Satoshi could've looked at the painting at these times. But he knew it was special to Daisuke, so he didn't mess with it.

Dark appeared in the doorway one night, after Satoshi had left. It resembled midnight, and he entered the darkness of the room. The only light came from the slightly ajar door. He walked over and put his hand on the canvas.

His eyes traveled to the sleeping boy and he seemed to become sad, regretful. His hand traveled along the sheet that curtained the canvas and hid the painting. Dark's eyes flowed from the lightly shut red eyes to the sheet as he ripped it off, the cloth falling silently to the floor.

The painting contained red. Colors of familiarity relative to a certain red headed boy. The wings spread wide and unrestrained. Light held in the palm of a hand, to light the way in darkness. Whites and Blacks behind with painfully clear perception.

"Daisuke..."

'Come here Dai...I have someone for you to meet, and something for you to see...' a woman's voice echoed in his mind and he lightly touched his shoulder.

Dark was remembering the things that happened last chapter. The painting was of Daisuke as an angel, with wings. Satoshi and Dark and Krad in the background with him.