Author: Kenbu
Gentre: Angst/Drama
Rated: T+
chapters: 3 out of 3
Main Pairing: DarkxDaisuke
Summary: Daisuke is sick. Sick of Dark. Sick of the thief's lovers. Thats right- everybody loves Dark - nobody cares about Daisuke. So nobody will notice when he is going away, won't they? But Daisuke doesn't know how Dark feels like...

Hey, erm...I'm a bit late, aren't I ? ... Sorry, it took so long I just couldn't make the right third chapter, I had it in my head, allright but it just wouldn't come down the paper...Every version I wrote was just...(-insert chokings and puking sounds here-)...so I gave up. But I WANTED to finish this and voila! I spent one whole night and this came out (at last) just as I intended to (I hope). As you probably noticed, I'm a bit on the edge today XD''' I just hope I won't make awful mistakes when I type and if you do find something...bear with it...sorry...
Ah! How wonderful! So many reviews!!! I was shocked when I saw all this... positive reports it just made me cry from happiness (not literally plz -.-') But you all are really awesome - you really helped me to complete the story...
Yo, this chapter is a bit longer then the rest XD and a bit more...erm...angsty? Yeah, maybe because I threw a scene into the story where Daisuke cut himself...Argh just read and find out '''' I'm just happy I completed this. I know I screwed up a bit...but I would be happy to see any comments on this story. Thanks.
Kenbu

Chapter Three - The Shadow Of Society

Dawn. The last shiny daylights made their way down to mother Earth before the sun could be replace by the moon. As the sunrays danced, a dark silhouette walked in them. Slowly and securely it went until light showed it's true identity.

Dark Mousy.

Hands burried in his pockets and face screwed with different emotions, the phantom thief thoughtfully glanced up to the sky.So much had happened recently. Most of it he didn't want or mean to happen. His problem was, that he was loved by those he didn't want to, but was hated by the one he wanted him to love.

"Daisuke..." Dark whispered, his voice full of sorrow. Slowly, he brought his hand to his chest. He felt his heart thump painfully against his ribcage. He felt its weight and it was really heavy.
The phantom thief never knew how it was like to have an own heart. How it was like to bear the pain of disappointment and rejection alone. Over centuries he had to share feelings with one of the Niwas. Maybe that was the reason why he always had to fall for one of a certain Niwa's sacred maiden? He had never been asked if he even wanted to. It was always the same freaking routine.

However, after four hundred years he appeared in Daisuke, discovering that the cute redhead was different from the other Niwas - and what had to happen? Instead of falling deeply in love with Riku or Risa he fell for his host, Daisuke Niwa!
Dark sighed and looked down to the ground again.

This was the type of situation in which one wished to be able to control his feelings. Dark never really had been rejected. Dark was normally the one who rejected not vice versa. He was the kind of person who would always get what he wanted - no matter what.
Now, Daisuke truly stopped that tradition. Yeah, he hated Dark - Dark was sure of that now. Damn, this hadn't been planned. Daisuke wasn't supposed to hate him. Dislike, maybe - but not hate.

Frustrated, Dark quickened his pace. At the moment he was just glad that his annoying fangirls left him alone. Really, they became more bothersome these days.
Dark looked at his wristwatch. Hm... he was quite early on his way home today. Normally, he would have to answer loads of pointless questions in interviews or sign endless autographs the whole time. It all forced him to stay out very late. When he came home at last, he broke down on the sofa from exhaustion, not even looking at his homework. It's not that he did it anyway. He was so famous that teachers didn't dare to mind. And they didn't dare to give him bad marks, too. It's not as if they had any choice. He just had too many good friends in the right position. He was popular. He was powerful...

Dark began to laugh loudly. He laughed and laughed and just couldn't stop. His whole body was shaking from laughter.
He didn't even stop as a single passer-by looked at him in a worried way. Dark just couldn't help himself. All this was just hilarious! This. His situation.

On one hand, Dark was very famous and additionally extremely powerful but on the other hand he was just dirty nothing who just lost the most important - and only important - person in his life.
Suddenly, Dark punched heavily into the wall next to him. The fist still resting on te wall, Dark's chest rose and fall as if he had just ran a few miles. He didn't laugh anymore. Instead, there was a glimpse of tears in his eyes. Whether it was due to the throbbing pain in his fist or in his heart - even Dark didn't know. At this very moment, the phantom thief thought of his home where Daisuke probably was now. In the same room. Maybe still with a crying face, maybe not. But what should Dark do about it? Should he ignore Daisuke completely? Or should he ask Daisuke about what had happened? Dark didn't know how to react. He was completely caught off guard.

Slowly, Dark started to walk again. But this time he didn't head home. Well, Dark thought, and smiled weakly, it seems as if I won't come home until midnight again.

xXx

How could everything become so cold and dark? How could everything become so unreal and deadly real at the same time? I don't know what to do...I am so confused... My mind... I think I am becoming insane! ...Diary, what does it mean to become insane? I don't want to go away - I just want to be loved and respected once again... I want to be the same again! ...Dark? Why is everything so complicated?

an abridgement from Daisuke's diary (09.13.04)

xXx

"I'm back" Dark exclaimed as he slowly walked into the Niwa's residence. He was greeted by a cheerful Emiko with a tight hug and a kiss on his forehead. Dark told her he would like to go upstaires and go to bed, because he was very exhausted from his day. Emiko bid him "good night" softly and kissed his forehead again.

Dark, however, was just thankful that she let him go this quickly. He was eager to see Daisuke again.
He climbed up the stairs which eventually would lead him to his room where Daisuke now was...
Dark had spent so much time thinking what he would do about the situation with him and Daisuke. And now he knew exactly what he would do when his love was around. He would tell Daisuke how stupid Dark had been, he would confess how much he loved him. And ask him what he had done wrong and promiss to become a better person!
Yeah, he could see the whole scene with him and Daisuke. How he would tell all those things to his beloved one and how Daisuke's face would lighten up when he would hear all this. Then he would tell Dark, that he loved him too and then...

Dark was suddenly feeling like on ecstasy. His lips were cracked into a wide smile, as he opened the door to his room energetically and yelled: "Daisuke, I - "
...am sorry?
Is that what he wanted to say? To admit the truth, Dark had forgotten as soon as he looked into the dark room. Dark blinked. The place was deserted. Dark blinked even more. It was past midnight, so shouldn't Daisuke be already home? Dark looked around carefully and closed the door behind him without tearing his eyes away from his surrounding. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. He could exactly feel Daisuke's presence, but the boy wasn't here. Furthermore, there was a soft smell of blood hanging in the air. What the...?

He quickly walked to the area where he could feel Daisuke's aura the strongest - Daisuke's desk.
As Dark was standing in front of the boy's desk he noticed a thick pitch-black book laying there, which he had never seen before in his entire lifetime. He lowered his hand and carefully pulled the book from the desk and eventually flipped through the pages.

Dark hold his breath, but nevertheless didn't stop flipping the pages. This was all the handwriting of Daisuke! So, this must be his diary! Wait...Since when did Daisuke write into a diary?
He was so excited that he didn't even notice the window was widely open.

Suddenly, a single sheet of paper fell out of the book and glided down the ground. Dark stared at the paper, which looked like torn out of a notebook. His eyes were wide opened and his face was now as pale as the sheet itself. He didn't have pick it up to read the letters:
"It is better that way, Dark. Good bye - Daisuke"
At the bottom were droplets of blood splashed all around the page...

xXx

He stumbled in the heavy rain with shaking knees. Well, his whole body was actually shaking, but he didn't feel it anymore. His crimson eyes were hazy and glassy. His arms hang uselessly from his body and his head was bent, directed to the ground. The small rucksack on his back was hung over carelessly.

Daisuke didn't know where to go. He wanted to run away from Dark and his miserable life. He was tired. He was cold from the unexpected rain. The boy had run for a very long time after he had written the farewell letter in his room. He knew that Dark after seeing his diary would flip through the pages and eventually find the letter in the book. Well at least he hoped he would. But Daisuke didn't wonder how Dark would react. Because he was somehow sure that Dark wouldn't even bother to look at the book. It was just a tiny spark of hope, as already said.

Daisuke sighed heavily. Woh, he did it. He really ran away! He should have done that a lot earlier! It's such a great feeling! Why didn't he jump around and exclaim how much he loved the world? Again it's a wonderful feeling being covered in dirt and filth (after tripping and falling down while he had ran) and having no strength to even cry!!!

Daisuke broke down and fell hard on his knees.
No it wasn't a great feeling! Most certainly not! His inside was feeling numb because of the permanent throbbing pain from his heart. In the background of his mind there was one question bothering him the whole time:
"Great, you ran away, Daisuke. But how do you want to survive in this cruel world?"
Well, first he had to find a shelter. Then he had to find a job for food etc. But how is a fifteen year old boy going to find one? Hm... He could for example draw pictures and sell it to people? Will this really help him to earn his money for living? Sure, he had talent, but there were other people with talent out there too! And with a lot more experience than him! Moreover, he has to buy some equipment too, ne? How is he going to afford it? Where could he just go? ...His situation was even more messed up than had been before...
Daisuke yelled in frustration. How could this go so entirely wrong?!

Then the boy gasped in surprisement as he realised where his legs had carried him. He was standing on a cliff. Daisuke blinked, obviously puzzled.
A chuckle escaped his lips. Why the cliff? he thought Is it so obvious that I want to commit suicide? Of course he was being ironic. He didn't intend to throw himself from a cliff. He wasn't that desperate and mentally destroyed to do something in this direction.

As he thought on, he absentmindely looked down on his hands. It was then that he noticed two long knife cuts on his left arm. Daisuke smiled weakly. Today his pain in his heart was even stronger and more unbearable than normally. Was his situation that bad? He wondered.

Daisuke was still smiling as he pulled out a razor blade out of his rucksack. He looked at it carefully and lost in thoughts. Not even the physical pain of today's two wounds could distract him from what he felt inside. But Daisuke didn't want to feel this mental pain, anymore. It just hurt too much. His eyes scanned his entire arm, looking for a good place for another cut. He looked from his palm down to his wrist without turning his hand. Here, his eyes stayed. He clearly saw the blue veins shining through his thin and pale skin. This place was perfect
Daisuke slowly put the tip of the thin blade lightly on his skin. However, suddenly his body began to shake violently. Now, what was wrong again? Why was he so afraid all of a sudden? Tsk! How was this even possible? He had done this a numerous of times and he hadn't been so scared! This time he just had to make a third and a bit deeper cut - that was all! Tsk, what a coward. If he wanted to feel a different type of pain he had to dig the damn razor blade into his own skin! Come on! Do it!

Daisuke was numb. He heard the wind, the rain and the sea around him. They all screamed with laughter and taunted him by calling him names. The sea sent its water and smashed it against the cliff, as if wantening to pull him into death. The wind beat him and the rain gave him the rest.

And then...a picture of a smirking Dark flashed into Daisuke's mind.

Daisuke screamed. His terrible scream echoed in the sea, in the wind and in the rain... Daisuke screamed even more and hit the razor blade into his wrist. It made an awful splashing sound. Daisuke cringed his teeth and forced his screeching body to pull it on and on... until he eventually pulled out the blade after cutting an approximatley three inches long wound into his skin.

Suddenly, the blood out of his wrist shoot out of his body like a fountain, as if wantening to escape its prison. This just lasted for a split of a second. But it left a great impression on Daisuke.
He was paler than usual. Did he just hit an artery? Daisuke shook even more. He felt the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. As he had cut himself he hadn't paid any attention to his mouth and had bitten into his tongue.

But, Daisuke was glad. He really was. It was over, and it functioned! He was indeed distracted! He didn't think about Dark anymore!
Dark... No... No... He still thought of him! Still thought of how the thief had stolen everything from him. Still thought that it was Dark's fault that it all had to happen like this. Still thought that Dark should have stayed back then... maybe they should never ever have met...

Daisuke slowly got to his feet. He felt so dizzy... The whole world seemed spinning. He made a step and then another one. He didn't see anything. All he could see where painful memories of his past with ... Dark.
Then he made another step and this one was the last one. All he could say to this was a faint 'huh?' as he tipped over and started to fall. He opened his mouth in order to scream. He stretched out his not wounded hand in a last attempt to grasp the cold rock. But it all happened so fast that he missed it. So, he had to watch in sheer horror as the rock grew smaller and smaller as he fell. He shut his eyes tightly and screamed again.
He didn't want to die! No! This hadn't been intended! NO!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Suddenly he felt something grab his arm and prevent him from falling. His body came to a halt. Unbelievingly, Daisuke opened his eyes and lifted his heavy head to look how he was rescued. He gasped as his hazy eyes saw a shining, wonderful black figure with huge onyx coloured wings. They flapped softly in the rythm of the wind as Daisuke and Dark stared at each other. Dark looked furious but somehow relieved. The phantom thief flew back to the cliff and pulled Daisuke on the ground to his feet. Though he had some difficulty- because Daisuke's body shook like mad - but Dark succeeded somehow. He hold Daisuke's shoulder tightly just to be sure.

"Daisuke" Dark said in a stern voice. "What on Earth have I done that it made you jump from this cliff?" Daisuke stared at Dark with a mixture of surprisement and shock. He thought that Daisuke had wanted to commit suicide because of Dark! But that wasn't true! He would never do that! But his farewell letter didn't help in the slightest. As far as he could remember it was covered with his blood!

Daisuke, panting heavily and covered in sweat, began weakly: "No... I-I...didn't...I..."
Suddenly, his world was covered with fog and his vision blurred.
Dark caught him, as his body slowly fall toward the ground. "Daisuke!" he exclaimed full of worry and laid the still shaking body of Daisuke carefully on the ground. Dark knelt beside him, holding the boy's upper body in his arms.
"Daisuke! What is going on? Say something! Daisuke!!!"
Daisuke, suddenly, lay his wounded hand softly on Dark's chest. Dark looked down and gasped. The hand was all red as it was covered in blood. The shock was too great - even for Dark.

"What the..." he yelled and shook the boy in his arms softly. "How did this happen? How? What did I do...What did I do? I am sorry, Daisuke! You can't imagine how truly sorry I am..." Dark suddenly had tears in his eyes and he was afraid. Very afraid of the boy's safetey.

Daisuke smiled even though he was in pain, weak and couldn't see anything clearly.
"Dark..." Daisuke whispered and coughed softly.
"Hey...it's alright...Just don't talk...Please..."
"No. I...I guess...I couldn't forget you, Dark...I tried...I really did...But I just couldn't. I never hated you and I don't ...want to die..." Daisuke broke off. Tears rolled down his cheeks.
Dark was desperate. "Shh...you won't die...I promiss...Daisuke...I...I love you... I wanted to tell you this if you just had stayed at home..."
Daisuke's eyes widened as he heard this. More tears rolled down.

Why did this come so late? Why did he think that Dark didn't feel the same?

Daisuke's mouth opened and closed, without making a sound. Now Dark cried as well. Sobbing he bent down to Daisuke's face and kissed him softly and gently on his slightly parted lips. He licked them in order to wipe away the blood from his mouth away, which was spilling out.
Daisuke inhaled the air and whispered:
"I...love...you...too...Dark..." And then he closed his eyes as the world around him turned into nothing but pitch-black darkness...

xXx

Later, Daisuke Niwa was brought to hospital on the wings of Dark Mousy in at terrible state. The red haired boy was taken away and Dark had to inform his family. They came immidiately all very worried and especially Emiko cried and broke down on the nearest chair. Kousuke held her tightly, staring into space and trying to turn out her desperate whispers: "I didn't mean it...I didn't mean it... I just didn't..."
The rest of the family either cried or did as Kousuke. Dark had brought Daisuke's black diary with him. He wanted to distract himself from the panic and abnormal fear in his insides and felt that he needed to know how Daisuke had felt like.

He was finished with it in a few hours, but there were still no news about Daisuke's sate. Dark re-read the very last entry of the diary for the tenth-time and shut the book closed. He looked up from it and stared out of the window from his seat. His face was expressionless and his normally shining eyes were empty and dead. The entry was short and written exactly on the last page of the book.

Dear diary,
I am numb. I don't feel anything anymore. I met Dark on the way home and I yelled at him that I hated him. How could I lie like this? What made me do that? How can I ever forgive myself for it?
I'm sitting here in my room... in complete darkness... as usually I'm alone. Alone with my pain. Alone with my suicidical thoughts and watch how the fresh blood flows down to my hand. The crimson...is so beautiful...but not as beautiful as purple or amethyst...
I am somehow content right now. I have given up. I just can't take it any longer. I am going away. How long will I surive out there alone? Tsk, I mean I had been alone for such a long time, but I mean REALLY alone? I don't know... I just don't...
I have to forget about Dark. But it is hard. I didn't want to say 'this' to him. That I hated him. But what should I have done? He had been an ass back then... It's just hilarious and completely ridiculous how I imagined that we still could be together somehow. After, what happened as he had left me for the first time. Dark has changed me. I am desperate. But I have changed nonetheless. I just can't stop hoping for somebody out there to love me the way I am. I am so ashamed of myself. I don't want to live like this, diary. I really don't... I want to go back to the times where I could be a silent dreamer again and watch Dark from far away and hope for his love. This would be my only wish. Bye, diary.
- Yours Daisuke Niwa

The End.