Since you guys obviously like this story so much I'll give you an update. Thanks to all my reviewers; I'd write out your names but didn't they something about not being able to do that anymore? If anyone knows about that, I'd like some clearing up. I finally got around to changing the rating to "T." I meant to do it for a while but I was like...no. I finally met the Destinies! Heh. If you haven't read my profile you wouldn't know what I'm talking about. But I met Neriede and Calismo. Alright, presenting your chapter!

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Chapter Three

When the morning sun came slithering through the window of Dark's and Daisuke's bedroom, our kawaii (1) red-head was peacefully sleeping after a very long and very confusing night. But something was wrong. Not only was there a lack of body heat next to him that should have been Dark, but there were two very loud voices shouting and screaming at each other somewhere downstairs. Curious now, Daisuke slid out of bed and began walking downstairs in his loose pajama pants. As he approached the voices he decided to stay a good distance away, so he leaned over the stair's handrail.

Bad idea. As he applied his weight onto it, the rail gave away and Daisuke fell about eight feet down and hit the marble floor with a smack! Instantly the attention was diverted from the earlier argument to the dazzed, half-naked Daisuke laying on the ground. They fell silent, staring. Daisuke took the silent time to recover as fast as he could. He was only about halfway--regaining his hearing, his eye-sight, and his ability to feel pain--before Hiwatari detached himself from the crowd and lifted him up by his elbow.

Eyebrows were raised as they gave Daisuke the once-over as he stood up. Dark cleared his throat; all eyes watched as Daisuke politely bowed to Hiwatari and made his way to Dark. Dark wrapped his arm around Daisuke's waist and muttered something quick and short into his ear. Daisuke reddened, mumbled something back, bowed to everyone, and speed upstairs...

...but he stopped at the very top of the stairs and listened.

"Dark-sama!"

One of the men, dressed in a very fancy, expensive midnight blue suit called his name; urgency dripping off every word. He had thick glasses that magnafied his green eyes about two times their normal size. Dark observes his nails as the man continues,

"The prince has been missing for quite a while. Their kingdom is crumbling. If you take advantage now, you could rule the entire kingdom."

Dark put on an interested face, "Oh really? Well, there's just one fault in that brilliant plan, Motoko."

"What would that be, Dark-sama?"

"I don't care."

The eight or nine business men--minus Hiwatari--that are there stared in absolute wonder. Dark moved to an old, maple table and situated himself on it. Then, he scrutinized each shocked face. Did they really find it this interesting? Had they never known that he cared absoultely nothing about ruling? Bakas...Dark mussed his hair. Baka, bakas.

Taking a deep breath and continuing, Dark said, "I don't care about ruling the country. I don't care about choosing one in a million girls to rule with me. I don't want it. I want to live in this mansion built for me with my one slave and live at least a semi-peaceful life."

"But, Dark-sama!"

"We were attacked yesterday," Hiwatari informed the men quietly. "He almost lost his life. And his slaves."

"Who is that slave, by the way?" Motoko questioned Dark angrily.

Dark raised his violet eyes to meet Motoko's green ones. Daisuke shivered lightly from his seat on the stairs. Dark really gave scary looks when the need arised. Apparently Motoko felt the same as he began to fiddle his fingers nervously, his eyes flitting around in panic. But then, Dark did something that no one expected. Even Daisuke had to conceal a gasp. Dark smiled. A real, genuine smile that the business men had not seen for about five years and Daisuke had not seen at all.

"He's so...intoxicating."

Daisuke scrambled up the last stair and walked to the closest bathroom. It had been the one he had shared with Hiwatari the night before. Grumbling, Daisuke slipped off his clothes and started up the water. Thoughts tumbled in his head, confusing him. What was with the talk of Dark ruling the country? The kingdom wasn't really crumbling was it? And what about that prince? Daisuke stood like this, wondering for a few minutes until he felt the warm water running under his feet.

"AH!"

As the water flowed out of the bathtub and all around the floor Daisuke furiously turned the knob of the water, willing it to turn off. And it did. But that still left the problem of the water that was milling around the floor. He couldn't mop it up with the fluffy white towels. Sure they were washable but...Dark would kill him. He would have to get a mop.

"This is so messed up," Daisuke wails as he picks up his soggy clothes. "Why me?"

He wrapped a towel securely around his waist and headed back downstairs. He didn't bother trying to piece together what he had lost as he inched slowly into the kitchen. Once again, the chatter stopped as he came into sight. Dark cocked an eyebrow in curiousity, asking him if he was okay. He nodded, too afraid to speak. The business men just stared, mouths agape, clutching their briefcases tightly in their white knuckles. Hiwatari chuckled at the back of the room.

Daisuke reappeared with a mop clutched firmly in his hands and moved back up the stairs quickly. Dark beamed at him on the way up; a seductive, sexy grin that urged Daisuke to move even faster up the stairs. But dragging the mop up and keeping his towel around his waist is not the easiest thing in the world to do. Finally, he manages it, sprinting into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. Humming to himself he mops up the water. Swish, swish.

Downstairs Dark dismissed the business men, saying that they were welcome to come back in a week or so. He even dismissed Hiwatari, who stared at him a while before leaving.

"Dark. Find out about Daisuke. About his past."

"Hm? Why?"

"Just do it. See if he remembers anything."

"Whatever, just go."

Dark shut the door on his face, then turned to find his slave, "Oh Daisuke..."

I'm finished. That was short but I think the next one will be really long so I'm not going to push myself too much on this one. Flame me, compliment me, tell me I should never write again, just review. Oh and if there are any Teen Titan lovers out there, could you e-mail me? If you do--even if you don't do what I suggest--I'll do one favor for you. Thanks!