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Chapter five: Detective Dark and…secret admirer? (Huh?)
As a purple haired teen strolled along the quiet corridors of the school, Dark's mind whirled in confusing and troubling notions that he couldn't get rid of. "I wonder why is he acting so strangely these days." "Yeah, and it seems like everyone noticed it." Dark glanced up to see Krad beside him, a penny for his thought. Okay, so they weren't exactly good friends, but they weren't bitter enemies either.
"You have noticed?" Dark looked at the light-colored teen with a questioning look on his face, an expression that was also mixed with seriousness and worry. Yikes, quite a rare appearance from Dark, but for Daisuke…Krad smiled in a way that spelled mischief, deciding to lighten up the violet-eyed angel. "Yeah, so what's in it for you? Worrying your dirty mind for your little Daisuke bunny?" Dark glared at Krad with another expression that said I-am-so-going-to-kill-you-Krad. "Okay,Okay! Hard to see you so serious like this over something than just your artifacts." That definitely did not get rid of that death glare, so our dear stupid Krad finally said: "Err…I'll keep an eye out or him and tell you anything even more unusual in Daisuke, okay? Em…Dark?" "Fine, but please, be serious about this, okay?" Krad looked at the thief with knowing sympathy and decided this was something was really serious…
At the science lab
Daisuke carried the broom and mop to the next place he was supposed to clean. No, he wasn't punished, but apparently, most of his classmates had dumped their cleaning duties on him to watch the concert of the newest and most popular singer- Vincentia. Hmm, so much for really worrying about the poor boy. "Again…" Daisuke groaned at his blurriness, wishing he could just home, even though there was a lot he would have to do there, at least it took his mind off…someone.
Sliding down against the locked door, Daisuke felt too tired to figure out the code. It had taken out everything in him to tell the coach he wasn't feeling well for gym, and yet this had to happen. Daisuke wasn't a good liar, but yet he knew that the coach somehow slightly believed in him because 1) Daisuke had always been an honest boy. 2) It was near the truth. But the red haired teen had been trying to act as normally as he could, however, with all those negative emotions running through his body, the task was basically impossible for the weak boy.
Betrayal, shame, confusion, and loneliness…those were just some of the feelings Daisuke was having. Knowing that it was safe to do so, Daisuke allowed his tears to fall down his bruised cheeks. He wasn't sure why, but the short boy had been crying a lot more than he usually do, and adding to the fact that Satoshi had been raping him more and rougher, excessively. It hurts, but the mental damage was a lot worse. He wiped away some tears with his long sleeve, which was one thing good about wearing the winter version of the uniform, besides letting him feel less naked. "What's wrong, someone bullied you?" Daisuke didn't look up to see the owner of the voice; he knew Krad's voice anywhere, but hastily dabbed away the rest of his tears, trying to put up a fake smile, however it was too unsteady to be considered a good one. And moreover, Krad knew how to tell a bogus smile from a genuine one. Hmmm… Looks like someone had been studying psychology, though who would have known, he doesn't look like a psychologist … "Don't pretend, I'm not blind, you know." The bogus smile immediately from view. So much for trying to act normal, guess there was no escaping now.
"I-I'm ok, r-really…" his voice cracked from lack of use and constant crying. Krad looked at Daisuke with disappointment, knowing that anyone beside an idiot could tell he was lying. He is such a terrible liar, and maybe that's a good thing… deciding that he would try and get something out of Daisuke, Krad strolled over and sat down beside the shorter boy. Daisuke felt his skin prickled with panic and fear at the closeness of the other individual. It alarmed him and forced him to edge away from Krad slightly, hugging his knees closer to his throbbing chest.
"Mmm-hmm…" Krad hesitated and decided not to stress out Daisuke too much. He had already observed and made quite a few conclusions, especially from Daisuke's behaviors. "So…want a drink?" "N-no thanks…I think I'll just go clean the room now…Em, see you later." Krad looked on as the red haired rise up unsteadily, obviously limping on one leg while trying not to. "Ok, see you later, too." The door closed behind and Daisuke collapsed onto a nearby chair, sobbing slightly. Pain………
"Man, Dark is so gonna freak out when I tell him." Krad looked on at the notes in his note pad and shook his head in disbelief. Here was what our psychologist had written:
Bruises on cheek equals abuser slaps on the face to humiliate
Wearing long sleeved clothes equals Molested. Most likely raped. To hide bruises
and scars as well.
Shifting away from others equals Molested and/or raped. Also include beating.
Refusal of drink offer equals Too embarrassed or abuser spiked drink and
victim usual knows it and was forced to drink.
Stuttering equals Habit (No) or abuser wants victim to be silent unless asked.
Tears equals ?
That's the thing that bothered him. What was Daisuke crying about? Pain? Shame? Krad mulled over the matter again and again and again…God, he knew it seemed senseless for him to be troubled over Daisuke, but the red haired teen was his friend and Dark's love for God's sake! He had to something somehow, but what? He couldn't possibly report to the teachers immediately, for he had no evidence. God, Dark was so going to beat the shit out the person whose probably hurting Daisuke…
"I am so gonna beat the shit out of anyone who hurts Daisuke!" Dark yelled at the vast blue sky in frustration. Apparently, Krad had told the thief about his findings and that he still didn't know what Daisuke was crying about. "Just make sure you warn me beforehand." Dark's body trembled with suppressed fury, unable to let out the mad inside of him. "Look dark, right now there's no use getting angry. At the moment, we have to find out who is hurting Niwa-kun and bring him to light." Riku calmly said. It seemed to have worked into Dark's ears and soothe him a bit. Daisuke…I don't want you to suffer…I want you to be happy, to be full of life. And maybe love me back… Dark sighed dramatically and sat down on the cool roof tiles. He couldn't deny his feelings for the young tamer, and neither would he want to. "Daisuke…"
"Dark…" Daisuke rolled in his bed with his dreams. Wiz looked at the resting boy with a slightly interested look. Don't think the furry little creature was dumb…it too, can tell that Daisuke had feelings for Dark. The blushing at close contact, seemingly talked about the phantom thief all the time (Or when he had time) and sometimes even dreaming about the violet-eyed thief. But those dreams were very few and extremely seldom, so you can guess Wiz's interest in the dream when Daisuke woke up. The house air was giving it too much boredom to deal with, and it was good for Daisuke to pour out some of his feelings. Most of the dreams on Dark, and all of the dreams on…something or someone else, were usually nightmares. If Daisuke were really lucky on a particular night, he would have a dreamless nighttime of sleep. If he were extra, extra lucky that night, he would have a nice short dream about him and Dark together…No, not wet dreams, that's for sure.
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