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/…/ Satoshi to Krad
-…- Krad to Satoshi
(…) Dai to Dark
((…)) Dark to Dai
Oro?
Chapter V: I have an offer you can't refuse.
Emiko was greatly surprised when her son came home before noon. She had spent her time running back and forth between Kosuke, who was doing the laundry and Daiki, whom had decided to try his skills in cooking this day for some reasons. She didn't know why.
But her very personal, oddly laid marathon ended when she almost collided with her son in the hall.
"Oh dear, what are you doing here? Why aren't you in school?"
There was no reply.
"Mpffh."
"Dear, do we have a laundry-bag somewhere….?" Kosuke's voice trailed off at the end when he noticed his son.
"In the cabin, behind the washing powder. Dear, sweetie why?" The last part was directed to Daisuke.
Dai pushed his way through his parents and was about to enter the kitchen. Emiko was torn between her worry for her boy; something had to be wrong, and the little voice in her head that told her that it was a shame that she hadn't known that Dai-chan would come home this time; he had been able to just walk straight in…
The kitchen was…less… tidy. Pieces of carrot, cucumber and rice were everywhere. Ignoring the mess the boy brushed off a chair and sat down. He stared down at the table while he told them in a low voice what had happened.
It went silent, or as silent as it can be in an operating kitchen. The Emiko was at her son's side, hugging him, comforting him. The other two men asked questions in hushed, soft voices, afraid to break the calmness the boy somehow had managed to achieve.
The boy replied as well as he could. He kept quiet about Krad's appearance at the party though, and he had his reasons for it.
He didn't think that Krad or Satoshi was the killer.
For some reason, Dark seemed to agree.
Dark didn't say it, but he sat unmoving in the back of his host's mind, checking up on all the emotions that flew by him, and listened while all the members in the Niwa-family handled the youngster.
Only when the kid had fallen asleep, did he allow his thoughts to run free. Still he was extremely careful to not letting the redhead pick up any of the thoughts that now ran through Dark's mind.
'No need to give the kid nightmares if he can succeed to sleep without them…'
After having contemplated in the dark corner of the mind for several hours had Dark came up with the same conclusion as before; he had to speak with either Hiwatari or Krad.
Dark laid his body down on the ground, wondering over if Hiwatari also had come up with the same conclusion as he; that Krad – if a sword or magic had been the lethal blow to the girl- could be the guilty one.
'Probably…'
Then came the planning on how and when he could talk to one or both of them without alerting Dai too much… and how he should say it…
'Oh well, there would be time to think about that in the morning…'
Before his eyes closed entirely the memory of a slightly tipsy Dai-chan, standing, talking face-to-face with… sure, Krad had been wearing Hiwatari's body, but it still was his counterpart that was in control…
'Wonder if there is any chance at all for a repetition of that, but this time should it be Dai-chan that was asleep…'
Sandman arrived…
Krad sat in the back of his host's mind. His arms loosely encircled the raised leg he was resting his chin on, the other leg was pulled up in front of him. His wings hadn't he bothered to manifest.
He listened with closed eyes and a small smile he wasn't even aware that he wore, at the hundreds conscious thoughts that swirled around him, echoed within the young Hikari's mind.
Sometimes he bothered himself to correct him, but only when the youngster's mind was far too far away from the truth. After all, it was quite amusing to listen to all the thoughts the young genius produced.
Some of the fantasies he defiantly had to remember. There were times, as this time, when he'd wished he could make use of a simple pen and a notebook here, at this place… but he had already been proven that that was impossible… and any notebook he made with the help of magic… well, just say that all the notes were turned into nightmares for his host, and that was only fun when he was extremely bored, unlike now.
A persistent thought swirled past him again, for the umpteenth time…
He sighed.
-I've already told you, Satoshi-sama, it was not I who killed that girl…-
A reply came.
His smile grew a little bit.
His eyes closed, and he shared some of his memories of that night with the kid.
Memories of being illuminated of moonlight in a sleeping garden… of walking into a girl he knew, just minutes before had dared flirt with his host, and who now was flirting with him…
Memories of a kiss… and the low sound her unconscious body made when she slides down to the floor…
Memories of hearing her breath before heading out for the roof on the other side of the street…
The last memory however, the one of a dark figure moving in the shadows at the girls home, froze abruptly.
-She was fine when I left her there, and I didn't return after I'd seen what her murderer did afterwards…-
Silence…
A feeling penetrated the barriers the shorter one had put up as a defense against the taller one. Krad identified it as 'shock'. He raised an eyebrow.
'Was the kid shocked over the fact that he was innocent for the killing that night?' For a little moment he pondered over if he should be amused or offended… 'Was it so hard to believe that he…?' He ended that thought with a shake of his head, golden bangs swinging softly before he regained his former position.
A question came.
-You're the Police Commander; you tell me who killed her…-
The reply was angry, begging, desperate, tired…
-What? Of course not Satoshi-sama, I'll tell you… if, and only if you accept my price for the information…-
A question.
Krad answered.
Blue eyes grew in shock of the answer the golden hunter had given him. Satoshi shut his eyes and shook his head; there was no way he could accept the offer Krad had made…
'Who can tell what Krad could do if… and how it would affect the Niwa's'
… But on the other hand, he didn't really have any other clues or witnesses…
The suspect had to be one of the ones that were at the party, because he hadn't heard of…
'Hold that thought. No, don't say that…'
/Krad… exactly how did you cut of her air/
'Please don't say that…'
-Magic, Satoshi-sama, it will not show up as hand marks… Don't worry.- The voice echoing within the young Police Commander was calm, collected and waiting. Both knew that if Hiwatari couldn't find any other leads in this case would he be forced to take up Krad's offer to get the information the angel held under his golden hair.
Krad sat back and smiled.
Time was on his side.
He could wait…
Satoshi spent the weekend trying to figure out a way to warn Niwa-kun about his agreement with Krad.
-Tell him to take a vacation.- Muttered the blonde from the reflection in the mirror or you can disappear…
/Let me think about it./
Krad nodded and leaned back in the reflection of a comfortable chair. Truth to be told, Krad had thought it would take at least a couple of weeks more before his host would give up and accept his offer. But after two weeks had Satoshi brought up the subject again, asking if the offer was still valid and after some negotiation they'd come to conditions that were satisfying for both of them.
'Maybe this agreement has something to do with the upcoming funeral…'
DD: I know, it's short, but I've had a (someplace warm time to find suitable symbols showing krad and satoshi interaction... and finals had a lot to do the long time it took to update. Next chapter will be posted with less waiting time. So, what do you think Krad's offer was about? See you in the next chapter: the funeral...