Chapter 13
Daisuke hummed happily to himself as he walked home. He had never felt happier, which was something he would have never guessed would happen to him after moving to the middle of nowhere. He could almost skip, but out of self-consciousness he kept his feet planted firmly on the ground.
The only upsetting thing that had happened that day was Dark asking him about whether he hated living in this town still. It was a little strange but he answered as truthfully as he could. Of course he kept silent about how much Dark had changed his view on the town. Ever since Dark started being nice to him everything seemed brand new, and brought him nothing but joy. Even the insane Krad brought him pleasure.
Walking to his doorstep Daisuke stuck his hand in his pants' pocket to pull out his key. Frowning when he didn't find it at first he tried is other pocket. His fingers brushed against metal, but before he could pull his keys out his vision went black and he felt his body hit the ground.
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Dark sat alone in his dark house. His heart was slowly breaking but he didn't let it show. He knew it would be too quick for Daisuke to no longer dislike his new home, but he had been hoping that maybe, just maybe, Daisuke's opinion had changed.
Running his hand through his purple hair he managed to push himself off his bed and walked to the kitchen to get a can of soda, but he was sadly disappointed when all he saw was cherry soda. Cherry, as in red, as in Daisuke's hair and eye color. Oh how Dark could laugh at how pathetic he had become. Was love always this painful or was it just this way with him?
The phone rang, but Dark didn't bother to answer it. How could he? He was too distracted with his muddled thoughts about Daisuke. Kami, how much he missed the little squirt, and he had only seen him hours ago.
"Dark! Oh please answer your phone! It's Emiko! Daisuke's mother! Daisuke was supposed to be home three hours ago, and I just called Satoshi and Krad and they said the last time they saw him was with you! Please tell me he's with you!" Emiko's voice was hysterical with tears lacing it.
Dark didn't think. He acted purely out of instinct. He ran to the phone and answered it and screamed it to it, panic covering his normally calm voice, "What do you mean he was supposed to be home three hours ago! The last time I saw him was…" Dark glanced at the clock, " About three and a half hours ago! What happened! Where's Dai-chan!"
Dark's panicking sent Emiko into another set of hysterics. Her sobs could be heard over the phone. "You don't think he ran away? I knew he disliked it here, but over the last two weeks he seemed so much happier. I wanted to thank you for spending time with him b-but n-now…" Emiko broke down crying again.
Dark's grip tightened on the phone and he slammed it down into its cradle, ending the phone call. Not grabbing a jacket or anything else he may need, Dark burst out of his house and ran all the way to Daisuke's, stopping at all the possible spots the boy might have gone along the way.
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Daisuke rolled over in his sleep hitting his head on something hard. Whimpering, he grabbed his head and curled in on himself. What had he just hit, and why was his head so tender?
"I'm sorry for being so forceful Daisuke-kun." A polite, feminine, mature, voice said apologetically.
Daisuke gasped in realization and sat to find himself sitting in the back set of a car. He knew that voice. "Toki Byoushin-san!"
The white haired girl driver gave Daisuke a glance through the review mirror, her green eyes resting on him with relief. "Hello Daisuke-kun."
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For those of you who haven't gotten very far in the DN Angel series, Toki no Byoushin comes in around volume six. Since this is an AU story there shouldn't be any spoilers other than who the characters are and their relationships with each other.
I know this is also a short chapter, but let us not forget this is a quick update and I hope to make another fast update again, so it's not all that bad. Just be patient with your insane author, who is like a five year old and takes five pieces of candy out of the candy dishes with signs next to them that say "please take only one."