The other members of his family were all sleeping peacefully, giving him some much needed time to think. His mind had demanded his full attention the moment he was safely away from his persistent friends and dramatic family, though he wasn't looking forward to answering the question that had hung in the back of his mind since he had lied(rather pitifully) to his friends.
Why had he lied?
He could have given them the picture. He could have said he snapped it when Dark had spotted him in a tree or something. There was no limit to the excuses and reasons he could give them as to why he wasn't the guy that fell off the side of the building.
So why didn't he?
This question bothered him because the few answers he could give were not pleasant on his masculinity, or his sense of law. But he decided to pick the lesser of two evils. He told himself that it was because Dark was a thief, and as such it wouldn't be out of the question for Daisuke to feel a kinsman ship with him, thus preventing any acquired information about him from getting out. If there's one thing his parents have taught him, it's the value of silence amongst thieves.
Of course, the fact that he may want to keep the less than innocent encounter a secret, may have something to do with it. Or maybe it was that the attention wasn't exactly…unappreciated. But we all know that's nonsense…
(coughbullshitcoughcough)
Daisuke groaned at himself, watching tree across the street sway slightly from the wind blowing outside. The night was clear, but off in the distance, he saw the telltale clouds amassing menacingly.
" Well, if it rains, at least I know the twins won't be beating down my door…" The twins mother had a horrendous fear of storms, and as such, demanded that they not leave the house on a rainy day. She would keep them from going to school, if it meant avoiding them being away during a storm.
With the supposed storm brewing, the only thing he had to worry about was Takeshi, but all Daisuke had to do was magically disappear before Takeshi showed up in the morning, then he would be free for the day.
With the knowledge that he was pretty much safe for one more day, his mind smoothed, his head lulling to rest on the window sill.
" Tomorrow is my day off…" he murmured softly to himself, thinking of all the art hunting he could get done in an entire day.
He paid no mind to the prickling on his neck, or the to-big-to-be-a-bird silhouette cast onto the ground just under his window. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Daisuke's morning went something like this:
THUMP
…Yep. That about sums it up. Allow me to explain.
Wake up: THUMP (hello floor)
Walk(fall) downstairs: THUMP THUMP THUMP Run into doorway to kitchen having still been disoriented from fall: THUMP Realize police man is standing in Kitchen talking to mother: THUMP (Jaw, meet floor)
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As it turns out, Karma is indeed a cold, cruel, black hearted bitch. You see, somebody tipped off the police that a boy named Daisuke Niwa may have some information on the phantom thief. After Daisuke and the rest of his family were questioned up and down, to the point of wanting to pull off their own ears, had the house searched top to bottom, and been placed under oaths of truth, they managed to get the officers out of their home. Because of the trade of his family, any taps or bugs the policemen tried to " Accidentally" drop around the house were removed right after they were dropped, as well as the sheens that Emiko used as curtains replaced by heavy light colored curtains, to block out prying eyes from the " Inconspicuous" black van parked across from their driveway.
" Well no wonder they can't catch Dark!" said a very harassed looking Emiko, examining a small bug shaped wire tap with disdain, " This pitiful excuse for hardware against a dashing expert like him. HA! And those brutish police. No tact at all!" Daisuke nodded absently, poking at his eggs. His mind was elsewhere.
Daisuke had trouble coming up with a person to blame for the raid. Well, a person to blame that didn't feel like a personal betrayal. The only people who knew about the dare was his friends and family, and the only ones that had any PROOF that he had actually come into contact with him, were his family, and he had thought that neither of the two parties would ever do anything like that. But, now he wasn't so sure…
" Is something wrong, Dai-chan?" To-to asked, taking his half-eaten plate of eggs away. Emiko perked from her mumbled rant about inadequate police forces to stare worriedly at her son. She left the dish's to come feel his forehead.
" I'm fine mom, I just can't figure out who would know we knew anything about Dark. I mean, think about it: Who in our group of acquaintances and friends would tell the police that?" Emiko drummed her painted nails on the table, seating herself next to Daisuke. Her gaze turned upward, as if asking the ceiling the same question. There was no sound but the gentle clanking as To-to washed the dish's for a long moment.
" I got it!" Emiko yelled suddenly, slamming her fist down on the table, causing Daisuke to fall backwards in his chair from fright. To-to started, diving to save a plate she had dropped in her surprise.
" Daisuke, isn't your friend the son of the police chief?" Daisuke stared at his mother from his position on the floor. She looked serious.
" My friends wouldn't do that, especially not Takeshi. He's my best friend…" The look on his face told emiko she wasn't the first to come to this conclusion.
" I'm not saying he did it on purpose." she helped Daisuke up, placing a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner, " More than likely his father overheard him talking to one of the twins or something, and he got suspicious." She smiled, " I highly doubt any of your friends would do that to you, sweet heart." Daisuke thanked his mother and hugged her, but he was far from convinced. He had to investigate this…after his day off of course.
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