Ehehe. Um, this isn't complete, by a lot. And I have ideas for the beginning and ending, but suggstions for fluffy moments are gladly requested, received, and implemented.
Hiwatari Satoshi stood watching a set of rings, one with a sapphire set in silver and the other a ruby set in gold. The jewels were bound together with a thin, metal chain, only a few inches between them as they were displayed inside there timeless glass case. Twenty years had these two rings stood beside each other in ice - the glass case was covered in condensation, and Satoshi heard the low hum of the cooling refrigerating motor below the room.
He could also hear the not-so-distant cries of the officers outside this room. Dark was getting closer.
His breath was visible, creating a cloud around him as it sped up. He could feel it in his bones, as though Dark had a certain kid of gravity, pulling the boy in. Not that Daisuke didn't also have an attraction. It simply wasn't the same as Dark's. Dark was his prey.
Satoshi walked forward. This was the moment of anticipation, of knowing in his head and in his heart and in his bones that Dark is coming.
He pressed his hand against the glass, and watched the fog spread beneath his fingers. Dark was in the corridor, behind him. This was what his entire life had led up to.
The door bust open, the sudden light giving the jewels of the two rings an unexpected gleam. Satoshi could feel Dark standing in the doorway, and said, "I'll make you a deal."
"What is it with you and deals, Commander?" Dark huffed, crossing his arms. He made a face at something his other half said inside their shared mind, and sniped, "Just get out of the way."
Satoshi felt a rush of jealousy, at both the pair's ease at the arrangement and Dark's ability to hear Daisuke's voice even then. He turned to face then, a scowl firmly in place. "Let Daisuke talk to me. He's more likely to listen."
"There's no way that -" Dark cut himself off, tilted his head, and sighed. "This is a bad idea."
His purple hair lightened to red, and he became shorter. Daisuke's constant, happy disposition was obvious even as he tried (and failed) to be serious and intimidating. Daisuke, transformed back, said, "What is it, Satoshi?"
Satoshi pushed his glasses up his nose with a finger of his right hand, not looking him in the eyes. "The deal is that you take one of the rings now, and we have a contest. You've come this far, so you can steal one - but wager it against mine. This will be a more evenly matched competition."
The response, delayed by a quick negotiation, was, "What is the contest?"
"A game of honesty." This was the risk: if they refused, Satoshi didn't know how he would be able to beat them. "Each day, one of us tells the other a secret. Every time one of us catches the other in a direct lie, we can do something. Whatever we do has to correlate in severity or magnitude with the lie. And we can never speak of it in school."
Daisuke pouted with concentration, making him look even cuter. "So… how do you win?"
"When the other refuses your punishment. It's a lot like Truth or Dare - tell the truth, or do the dare. If you're accused of lying, by the way, you have to prove that you aren't before you're excused from the dare."
Daisuke's eyes were darting back and forth as though he was reading the air. "What if we don't agree?"
"Krad." Satoshi's stomach turned over at the spoken name, but he didn't show it. Daisuke seemed to see, and understand, and Satoshi was grateful for that.
"We accept." Daisuke moved forward, each step echoing around the cold room. "But Dark says that you can't forget not to touch me." His steps became heavier, louder, and he said, "After all, I don't know what you'll do to me…" This was Dark, though he had the same red hair and the drawing eyes.
Satoshi's hackles rose. "Shut up, thief,"he spat. He knew that aura all too well, and Daisuke wouldn't say something like that. "I'm not letting him out; I don't think it would be fair if it was two against one."
Dark pressed close to the currently taller boy, his breath brushing across Satoshi's cheek. "So you're telling me not to interfere? Won't you miss me?"
He was trying to get a reaction out of Satoshi, but it didn't work. "Tell me, Dark, can he still hear me?"
"No, he's off sulking. It's just you and me." Dark leaned in, almost touching their lips together. "Still got the hots for me, Commander, or do you like Daisuke more?"
One of Satoshi's hands gripped Dark's neck and the other his right wrist. He turned, slamming Dark in Daisuke's body against the cold glass. "I will say this once, and only once, Dark," Satoshi hissed, tightening his hold. "My interest in you is purely predatorial. Daisuke doesn't come into the equation."
Dark took one tiny gasping breath against the pale fingers, and cursed, "Damn this weak body. I don't know what you like about it. You should find another obsession, boy - you'll never have him."
"I'm not obsessed with anyone but you."
"You won't have me, either." Dark jerked, but didn't break away, and snarled, "You'll hurt his body. You'll hurt the body you so admire, because I'm him and he's me."
"You aren't him," Satoshi growled. "Don't ever think that you can be him."
Dark's eyes narrowed, his teeth bared. "What's the angle on this game of yours? It's not to get to me. You-" He smirked, saying, "He's back." His body went slack suddenly, eyes clouded with pain and confusion. Barely above a whisper, Daisuke choked, "Sato…shi…I can't…"
Satoshi was already releasing him, stepping back, letting Daisuke's wrist and body come away from the ice-cold glass. "I apologize."
Daisuke held his throat, which was burning red from the bruising contact. "I think I should get that ring before I go…" He turned away, studying the ice, trying to figure out how to break it. "Any ideas? Dark's not speaking to me."
Satoshi's fist flew past him and shattered the glass and ice, sending little pieces flying away from them. Daisuke twisted into the other boy's body for protection, because all the edges were too ragged. They cut up anything they touched.
Once the tinkling sound stopped, and everything settled, Daisuke realized that his right hand was being lifted up and a ring slipped on. "Remember," Satoshi insisted, a trail of red running down from a slash just below his eye, "Don't lie. There's only so much I can do to you before it's too much."
The redhead looked at the ring he now wore - such a pretty sapphire and silver - and back at Satoshi. "Are you sure this is okay?"
"Of course I'm sure." The taller boy held up his own hand, finger encircled with ruby and gold. "I'll get yours back soon anyway." The thin chain led from one ring to the other, and as they both stood inspecting it silently, they heard the footsteps racing down the corridor outside. "Go."
"But you're bleeding," Daisuke said, reaching up to his cheek. Satoshi slapped it away, shaking his head. Taken aback, the thief backed to window on the far side of the room and slammed through it, hands shielding where once Satoshi himself had. "See you, I guess!"
Wondering how he could stay upbeat while running from the police, Satoshi watched Daisuke go and wiped the blood away from his cheek. The door filled with silhouettes of his officers, all asking him questions, asking for orders. He turned away from the window and covered his hand with the unrolled cuff of his shirt. He had things to attend to.
As he sat before his glowing laptop screen, the clock flashed midnight. Satoshi sighed, closed the laptop, and took off his glasses. His father, the police commissioner, had not been pleased that he had failed, but there was nothing he could do. After all, Satoshi lived alone, safe from his adopted father's nightly bouts of fury and dismissal.
He went to the window, saying to the moon, "I can't believe him. He probably still doesn't realize that everything my family turned out was magic." He looked, for the hundredth time, at the ring, still with a metal chain running away into a far distance to the southwest. There was no end in sight. "And this piece. Shouldn't he have asked what it was named? The rings are Inseparable. And now, we are, too."
Satoshi headed off to bed. Not even he suspected what wouldcome with the morning.
Review, and tell me if I should bother to continue it... I've rechecked it and edited some typos and errors. Tell me if you see any more.