Chapter 1 "Of Hearts"
"Aww, mom, do I really have to do this tonight?" Daisuke asked, "It's so hot…" He was sweating even though the air conditioner was on high and he was only standing in his shorts.
"I agree with you, for once," Dark said inside his head, "Can't we blow this one off?"
"Yes you have to do it! I've already left the note: tonight you're going to steal the Heart of Ice!" Emiko squealed, "I've already got your outfit laid out in your room!" With that, she turned and skipped into the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.
Daisuke sighed and trudged up to his room, it was useless to fight with her when she was like this. It was better to just grin and bear it until the deed was done. "I wonder what's so special about this 'Heart of Ice' thing any way…" he said more to himself than anyone else.
"Why does it matter?" Dark asked, yawning inside Daisuke's head.
" I dunno, it just seems like whenever we steal something it tends to be something important…I've never even heard of this piece before."
"You've never heard of the 'Heart of Ice'!" Emiko yelled, barging into his room.
"You were listening at the door again weren't you?" Daisuke asked, not at all surprised.
"Uh…well…that's not the point! The 'Heart of Ice' is an ancient carving that was made out of the finest crystal in the world. There's a legend behind it that a poor, young girl who lived hundreds of years ago tried to confess her feelings to the lord of her village who she was in love with. The lord turned her away at the door and the moment that happened her heart was turned to ice and she died…" Emiko said with a sad, faraway face. "The carving is supposedly her heart, when her body disappeared her heart still remained…cold as ice, never melting away. That poor girl still holds a grudge against her first and only love."
"That's…that's so sad…" Daisuke whispered, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Okay let's go steal that thing!" Dark yelled. In Daisuke's moment of weakness Dark had taken over his body and transformed.
"Dark! Don't you have any respect for the dead?" Daisuke yelled, trapped in the back of Dark's mind.
"Come on, Wiz! We're leaving!"
"Dark! Listen to me! Dark!"
It was beautiful, hidden in the back of the museum, a tiny, intricate carving of a young girl holding her heart. "Wow…it's so amazing," Daisuke whispered.
"Wow…" Dark said, "It was freakishly easy to get in here, Satoshi's slipping up!" He began laughing in defiance of the commander.
"Dark! Don't you have any respect for…well…ANYTHING!"
"Shut up."
"Wha-? Who's there!" Dark yelled, turning to face the voice.
It was a young girl, no older than Daisuke. She was gorgeous, with perfect, straight black hair that fell just past her shoulders and icy blue eyes shone even in the dark. "I thought I told you to shut up? You're disturbing my quiet!"
Dark's gaze softened, "Hey, we're here to take you home."
"Go away!"
Dark picked up the tiny figurine that lay on display next to him, "You're attached to this aren't you?"
"Give that back!" The girl screamed, running at Dark.
"I thought so, if we leave with this you'll have to follow us, right?"
Daisuke's voice broke the silence, "Dark what are you-?"
"I'm just doing what we need to do to save this girl, she needs our help." He turned back to the tiny girl who was hitting her fists against his chest but to no avail. "Come on, Wiz, let's go home."
Dark picked the girl up, much to her protest. "No! No!" She shrieked, "Put me down and give me back my heart!"
