Perfect Enemy
...Twelfth Part: Dark...
"A... fortune teller?" Daisuke asked, puzzled.
"Read more," Emiko instructed, gesturing at the newspaper article she'd just handed him.
Daisuke studied the paper for a few moments longer, and his eyes lit up with sudden understanding. "Oh! It's an artwork!"
Duh, I said snidely.
"...I'm going to have to go steal it tonight, aren't I?" Daisuke sighed. "But I've got a date with Riku!" he objected.
Emiko looked surprised. "Really? You do?"
"Mom! I told you about it a few days ago," Daisuke reminded her. "Don't tell me you forgot! Can't I steal it tomorrow instead?"
"Sorry sweetie," Emiko apologized, directing her son's attention to the TV in the other room. "I've already sent out the warning letter."
I couldn't help but laugh. Tough luck, Daisuke. Looks like you're going to have to cancel your date – or maybe I'll show up for you.
Dark!! Daisuke protested on his way up the stairs to his bedroom.
What? I like Riku, too, I pointed out.
Daisuke sighed heavily and plopped down on the window seat. She doesn't like you, though...
I didn't have anything to say to that. That seemed to be my problem, every time I showed up. I had fans, sure, but I could never really be loved. Not like Daisuke and Riku loved each other. Not like Kosuke and Emiko loved each other. And that was the only thing more that I really wanted.
That was the only hole in my life that just couldn't stay filled...