Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story; they all belong to Yukiru Sugisaki and her business-partners. Neither am I making any profit of this story.
Translations: Suisho Haruka has translated this story to Spanish.
Warnings: Oddity. The author is me… that should be the only warning you need…
Summery: Satoshi and Krad are in a hospital due to a concussion, and Krad is having an idea…
(…) Satoshi's thoughts to Krad
((…)) Krad's thoughts to Satoshi
/./…/./ Daisuke's thoughts to Dark
/…/ Dark's thoughts to Daisuke
SMALL PROBLEMS: chapter 3
Daisuke was tired…
Having tried to convince his father and grandpa to go to the party had proved to be a little bit more difficult than he had thought…
Having to talk his mother into baking the cakes (without adding any poison) had been another adventure…
And after those battles had he called Hiwatari-kuns adoptive-father on the phone, thinking that at least he would like to come… boy, had he been wrong…
So here he was… lying on his bed…trying to come up with anyone, anyone at all, to invite to Krad's (and Dark's) birthday party that didn't belong to one of the Niwa, the Hiwatari or… the Hikari family…
/./Hey Dark! Don't you know any other art-piece that would like to come?/./
/…/
/./Come on…I'm running out of options here/./
/Dai… this must be one of the absolute worst ideas you've ever had./
/./Why?/./
/I can tell you several art-pieces that would like to be invited… but that doesn't mean they would be nice at the party or to anyone else invited…/
/./Eeh?/./
/You don't want to party with Argentine do you?/
/./Well… /./ a sigh. /./we can't let Krad down…/./
/'Let Krad down'? Dai have you lost your mind? That maniac has tried to kill you… several times…/
/./…/./
Daisuke turned around so he could see his other self in the mirror. Bright red eyes filled up with tears met purple, dryer ones…
Satoshi tried very hard to ignore Krad as he packed the last of his things into the small bag. Today was the day he would be released from the hospital.
Both he and Krad were back to normal… and he wasn't really sure what he thought about that…
((I'm telling you… if that black-winged, pathetic moron throws me a birthday-party I won't be responsible for the consequences… it that clear?))
.. but since the angel had recovered his true personality and his memories…
((I don't even think he remembers when we were made… and if he does, it'll be the last thing he gets to remember…))
… well, let's just say he began to appreciate the weirder Krad…
A sigh… (If I remember correctly… you used to be quieter…)
A snort.
… on the other hand, he was more familiar with this Krad.
The last things were put into the bag and Satoshi closed it.
Yes, he could deal with this one… At least now he had something to tease him about… Satoshi smiled…
'A birthday party…?'
He felt Krad stir at that last thought, and started to chuckle… yep, this was something to tease the old art piece about alright…
((Don't…))
(Oh come on Krad… you were cute…)
The angel made a deep inhale and… nothing… no reply.
Satoshi decided he wouldn't push him anymore and waited for the ride home to come… soon there was a knock on the door.
"Excuse me sir… you're ride has come." The young nurse stepped inside the room. "Hope we won't see you here again with another injury…"
"I hope so too."
The nurse giggled… "Even if you did pulled one of the doctors down from his much to high horses…"
"What?"
The nurse nodded: "Yes, well, I shouldn't say this but, during the first two days you sounded very different from how you sound now… it was probably just due to your injury… but he, the doctor that is, thinks you have some split personality or something.."
"Split personality…? No, not what I know of…"
"Oh don't worry; he also claims that you turned into a beautiful angel with sparkling white wings…" She giggled.
'What? No!'
((…I don't remember that…?))
"So… look, everyone here know you're not a real angel… but would you mind signing this icon to us?" She smiled apologetically and held out an icon before her with a pen.
"He thought I was an angel?"
"Yes, that night was one of the worst I've seen for years…so many serious cases came in and, well… I, and most with me, think it was pure exhaustion that made him see things. His vacation begins next week so…he will have time to recharge his batteries… Oh, I shouldn't have said anything, I'm just talking… don't worry about it, he too knows that there's no way you could have turned into an angel… I mean, you're not Dark…"
((That's one sure thing…)) outside, Satoshi could only stare, too stunned to talk.
"It's just that… well, he was a bit religious even before he saw you and now…" She started to giggle happily again "Well, if he hasn't started a new church within this year, I'll be very surprised."
Just to comfort the giggly nurse, he took the icon and signed it with a borrowed pen.
The rest of his short journey to the main-doors was without any disturbances.
A black car drove him to the building his apartment was in.
Sighing, and expecting nothing more than coldness, loneliness and his demons sweet-talk to fill his evening, he slide the keycard into the door and opened it.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!"
DD: Sorry, I had completely forgotten about this story: Suisho Haruka actually had to send me a PM to remind me about it. A little bit embarrassing. Oh well. I have just noticed something… this story gets better when I read it again after a couple of weeks… XD I guess I'm just too nervous when I post it… don't know why… none of my other stories was this hard to post… so give me a nice review… and I'll continue to write… I guess… at least it keeps me from forgetting the story… XD Is it only me or is this story getting its own life...? It wouldn't be the first time one of my 'short' stories turned out to be long stories... the fourth chapter is already written, so if you reveiw... you don't have to wait long for that one... Krad's best friend is in that one... yay...