Chapter...six, is it/searches/ Yes, it is. Well, here you go! I would just like to say that I have moved past my current obsession. Yay me! For details, check profile So where is it that Dark and Daisuke are going? How the heck am I supposed to know? o.0 Well, okay, I have my ideas...read and review! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou for all the reviews. You guys rock! I'm putting the translations for all of the Japanese words at the bottom of this chapter!

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Chapter Six

Snip. Snip. Snip. Dark took the scissors in his hand, opening and closing them repeatedly. How was he supposed to do this? It was hard enough on Daisuke having to bear this burden after ten years of abuse but to have to cut his beautiful hair? No...I can't. Dark shook his head, moaning and groaning with the frustration of arguing with himself. He knew that he had to do something to disguise his sweet boyfriend. (a/n: That is what he's calling him now...) Something to disguise the regal color of red which had passed from royal generation to royal generation. But cutting it?

"Dark..."

Hearing his name being called out faintly, Dark smirked. Daisuke had completely dropped the "sama" and stuck with his first name. Very bold. A little too bold. Perhaps Dark will have to reteach Daisuke his manners. He whistled low and loud to catch Daisuke's attention. They had arrived home from the funeral late last night, and Daisuke had fallen asleep on the way back. Which, when Dark thought about it, was a good thing. Can't be afraid of falling if you're asleep. Daisuke appeared at the door, rubbing his eyes free of sleep.

"What are the scissors for?"

The above mentioned item was immediately placed behind Dark's back. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

"They look like those special scissors that cut designs..."

"AHA! SO THAT'S WHERE THEY WENT!"

Daisuke and Dark turned to see an American girl with hair that had recently been dyed a bright blue come bursting through the door wearing what looked to them like Christmas pajamas. She marched up to Dark with eyes full of fire, snatching the scissors out of his hands before walking back to the door and suddenly disappearing. The two stare. (a/n: So that's where they went. I just knew that they disappeared into a different dimension. But now I have them back. Yay for authoress priveleges!)

"Okay," Dark muttered, "that was not normal."

"But with you, is anything normal?"

Daisuke looked up to his master with wondering eyes. He is up to something, that much is apparent. The suspicion in his eyes catches Dark's attention, and he feigns hurt as he puts his face in his hands and cries.

"Waah! Daisuke you are so mean to me!"

"E-eh? Dark, you're too big to be acting so childish."

Serious nature taking over, Dark faced his boyfriend unhappily. He opened his mouth to tell Daisuke what needed to be done but at the sight of that gorgeous red hair, he just couldn't do it. He dropped to his knees in the ultimate frustration, yanking at his own hair and swearing repeatedly. It was only when a figure stepped in the doorway, very amused by Dark's actions, did he stop and stand up.

"You don't have to cut it. Just dye it."

"Hiwatari-sama," Daisuke bowed.

"Cut the formality. I should be bowing to you," Hiwatari rolled his eyes.

"U-uh...um..."

"Dye it, Hiwatari?"

"Black, white, blue--whatever you want. Just get rid of the red color."

"Dai-chan, I'm sorry but we'll have to dye your hair...black."

Daisuke's eyes went wide with fear. His arms raised instinctively over his head to protect his beautiful hair. He loved his hair. Loved it. So why, why did it need to be dyed? Baka, he chided himself, you know why. Don't be difficult. So he shoved his pride away and nodded slowly, ready to do whatever was needed to protect himself. It was weird though...after being a slave for five years, Daisuke was so used to taking commands. But now he didn't seem to want to do anything for anyone.

"Sure. Go ahead."

Snip, snip, snip. The wind whistled outside, dark clouds rolling in. Daisuke closed his eyes and rocked softly to the sound of the scissors snipping away at his hair. Not a lot though--just some trimming of the edges. It had gone a bit wild, to tell the truth. The dye was already set in, but Daisuke didn't want to look at it at the moment. His beautiful red locks... But he supposed that black would be good on him too. It would most definately give him a gothic look. And Dark would probably like it.

"I like you any way you are," Dark whispered softly, leaning in towards Daisuke's ear.

"Hmph. Whatever..."

"You will be speaking with Hiwatari as soon as we are done here," Dark informed him.

Daisuke chose not to reply, instead he opened his eyes and cautiously glanced up. He caught but a glimpse of his new bangs before gasping and recoiling a bit. The force of him jerking backwards allowed for a bit of soap to fall into his eyes, coaxing out of him the most natural reaction of any human being found with soap in their eyes. He yelled.

"Itaii! It hurts, it hurts!"

"Daisuke stop squirming."

"But Dark...it hurts!"

Dark let Daisuke whimper and whine for a few more minutes until he had had enough and gently kissed his eyes. Daisuke stopped squirming. He sighed happily as he felt Dark's slender fingers working his scalp. Sweet, gentle motions that then coax him into his second favorite pastime of all. Singing.

"Well I couldn't tell you

Why she felt that way

She felt it, every day

And I couldn't help her

I just watched her make

The same mistakes again

What's wrong, what's wrong now

Too many, too many problems

Don't know where she belongs

Where she belongs...

She wants to go home

But nobody's home

That's where she lies

Broken inside"

"Daisuke you have a wonderful voice."

The voice was that of Hiwatari's. He was smiling, eyes shining with an odd light Daisuke had never before seen in Hiwatari's eyes. Whatever it was, Daisuke liked it. It fit Hiwatari's personality perfectly, and Daisuke hoped to see him with it much more often. Dark finished with Daisuke's cutting, rinsing out the spare bits of hair from his head and washing it down the drain.

"Take a look at your new hair."

Nodding and slowly, oh-so-slowly, Daisuke felt his way over towards the sink, eyes still closed. His hand reached its way up to feel his hair--it felt normal enough. Nice and soft; easy to run his hand through. Now what did it look like? Just get it over with... He wrenches his eyes open, gasping at the dark, dark color. But it doesn't look bad. Not at all. The shade of black works nicely with his dark red eyes. And his pale skin. Dark grinned widely; his boy looked cute.

"Kawaii..."

"I agree," Hiwatari cast his eyes on the awe-struck Daisuke. "It fits you."

"Thank you..." Daisuke blushed.

The blush was so adorable, so warm, so sexy that both Hiwatari and Dark wanted to jump him then and there. And they nearly did--they took two steps before they both realized what they were doing. And at that point they both diverted their attention to something else in the bathroom. For Dark it was the bathtub, and for Hiwatari it was the flower arrangement on top of the toilet. After their quick recovery, Daisuke was pulled out of the room by Hiwatari.

"Come on, your Highness--we have so much to talk about."

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"Dance, Daisuke--don't emulate a person with two left feet!"

"I--I'm trying!"

"You are graceful enough, Daisuke. It's your fear of failure that is dragging you down. Relax. I'm not going to hurt you!"

"Gomenasai, Hiwatari-sama..."

"Hmph."

Upon Hiwatari's face was a look of the most unhappiness. He seemed to be pondering something. Something really important.

"Call me Hiwatari-kun."

"Eh?"

"You heard me!"

"H-hai! Hiwatari...kun."

Hiwatari nodded his approval. "Now, once more..."

Well it's the day they leave and they are practicing...dancing? Yup. That's just the way the cookie crumbles. Or the chocolate mousse. Mm...mousse. Thank you arigato to the reviewers. Let's keep it up/cheers/ Yay reviewers! Uh... Here are your translations, like I promised. Sorry if I've missed any. I'm just covering the basics.

Hai- Yes

Iie- No

Kawaii- Cute

Gomenasai (or gomen)- Sorry

Itaii- Ow!

Demo- But

Watashi wa- I am

Baka- Stupid