Perfect Enemy
...Sixth Part: Krad...
"Krad... What is this?" Hikari asked me in a slow, threatening voice, pulling me from my own thoughts.
What's what...? I turned my attention to whatever it was that Hikari was so tense about. When I saw it, I froze instantly, eyes wide.
He had found my drawing.
"Answer me, Krad," he demanded.
It's... I stammered, not knowing exactly how to explain it. This could ruin everything for the two of us, Dark and I. Hikari had probably already come to some conclusions.
"It's Dark." I flinched at the way he said Dark's name. The sound was sharp, practically dripping with his anger.
Yes... it is...
"Why?" One word, short and powerful. I felt like I could physically shrink from the level of disdain in him.
"I... wanted to see if I could draw," I said, "...like you."
"But why did you draw Dark!?" he snapped.
There would be no way out of this. I... But I couldn't tell him about us. I didn't want to betray our connection.
And suddenly, Hikari started laughing. He was going completely hysterical. "No..." he said. "No way..." and kept laughing.
I gave a small yelp when he tore the page in half. To make it worse, he tore those pieces in half, and then the several pieces after that. It was completely destroyed, and he threw what sad heap was left of my sketch in the trash.
He didn't say anything more about it after that. He went back to being quiet about Dark – all of it. Not a word.