Chapter 8

Satoshi looked to the sky. It was his first day out of the house in a long time...

He lay on the ground, wings laid carefully out so as not to hurt them. The clouds above him morphing into new shapes with every passing second...Never the same...

"Daisuke..." he muttered, closing his eyes.

"Out here finally, huh?" Dark asked, sitting down next to the blue haired boy.

"What do you want Dark?" he asked, giving the angelic man a bored stare.

"You know...he painted many great things while in his room." Dark continued as if he hadn't heard the other male.

Satoshi turned back to the sky.

"Ya..."

"It's been a year. Ya know?"

"Ya..."

"You wanna go flying?" Dark asked.

"Dark." Satoshi said flatly. Dark turned to look at him. "Can you read me...please?"

"Sure." he nodded, grabbing Satoshi's hand gently as Satoshi closed his eyes.

Dark's powers had developed so that he didn't gasp or get hurt whenever he had visions. Only Satoshi knew about it, and Krad. But Krad had become the first Angel Mental Patient. AMPs. (Ha! Amps!) He was never around anymore...

The Haradas still worked there, and Hio had joined them recently. Dark had moved out of his mother's mansion and into Satoshi's, to watch over him. He was never asked to read Satoshi. His past, present, and future. But now that he was asked , Dark didn't mind. He'd read everyone in the castle, and had random dreams of occurrences. Of course, those he read just thought he was flirting...they were mostly girls...

He released Satoshi's hand and pulled his right leg up, his arms around it. Satoshi opened his eyes slowly, after a minute. He turned to Dark and just stared.

"He's...only in your past now..." Dark said softly. "Only alive...In our memories...And in the paintings he made..."

Satoshi turned away from Dark, his slightly grass covered wings hid him, the way Daisuke's had.

'Daisuke...' Dark sighed as he looked to the sky.

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"I could've healed you all those times...I wanted to heal you!..." Daisuke was on his knees, his wings protecting him. "I'm sorry Hiwatari-kun...I'm so sorry...I never meant to lie..."

Satoshi kneeled down in front of Daisuke and smiled at the red head. He reached out, past the wings, and wiped away the tears. Daisuke gasped and opened his eyes to look at the blue haired boy. Satoshi just caressed Daisuke's face.

"Idiot." he said. "You did save me. You did heal me." he assured Daisuke, retracting his hand. "You were, are, and always will be my best friend. My only friend that I've ever had. If you hadn't been there, I would've died when I was 9. I would have given up before now if you'd left."

Daisuke's eyes were dry, but threatening to spill yet. Satoshi thought it cute.

"So don't cry. You are the bravest, more innocent and sincere person I have ever known. There's nothing to apologize for."

Daisuke smiled, then that smile turned sad as his wings drew in and hid him from view. Satoshi wondered what Daisuke was doing. Dark's eyes were sad as he brought his right hand to his heart, left over it, and lowered his head, stray tears skating down his cheeks.

Daisuke's wings began to glow, and they pulled in tight. Satoshi feared Daisuke would squish himself to death with his own wings. But they kept going in, and eventually wrapped around themselves, Daisuke now just a ball of red. Then they pulled out straight, like when you finish tying your shoes.

Daisuke, the red wings, all evidence that the boy had ever been there...was gone.

Satoshi could only stare at the spot Daisuke had been moments before.

"Thank you...Satoshi-kun..."

And he cried.

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"I can't read myself, did you know that?" Dark asked, a certain irony to his voice. "I would love to know if I'll ever see him again. Then I could change it. I could-" He paused, looking up.

A boy with red hair and red eyes was walking through the garden, on the edge near the castle. There were no wings on his back, but a little boy way with him. He recognized the boy from when Daisuke had touched his shoulder and held in a gasp.

It was Dai's younger brother...Wiz?

Daisuke stopped and pointed to something and Wiz looked down at it, his messy red hair mimicking that of his brothers. In fact, Wiz was a smaller replica of the angel he knew.

Daisuke turned his head, his eyes locked with Dark's, and the read head smiled.

"Dai-" Dark blinked and they were both gone. Satoshi turned to look at Dark, and was surprised at the smile on the purple haired 23 year olds face.

"Dark?" he asked in confusion.

Dark stood up and brushed himself off of grass, stretching his wings.

"Yea. I really wish I could read my own future." he laughed, and Satoshi was left to wonder as Dark took off flying.

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Fin!

O.C. #2 : -cry-

Out : Is it really that bad to end a story before 10 chapters Onee-chan? -trying feebly to console her-