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Ok, that was a little too much…Heh…Heh…
And thanks all reviewers of chapter seven! When I saw the following day after I updated chapter seven, there were indeed 3 reviews more! I was like: "Oh my god, I haven't even started typing the chapter yet, shit…" So yeah, I think I might have to discontinue the preview thingy, but if you have any objections, just drop it in your review, if not, deal with it!
Chapter eight: Almost revealed secretsThe clock chimed five in the morning. A lone teenager walked on in early haze, getting his hair to the roots. His sleeveless shirt and black pants were wet with droplets of water, but the solitary figure marched on calmly on top of the stony pavement. The sky had yet to see the day's sunrise, but still the mysterious form paced on without doubt like it was in the mid of daylight. The mist soon cleared, and the sun began to rise…
Dark made his way back to the apartment, shaking off the dewdrops from his dark wings before banishing them away. The phantom thief made his way to the bathroom, changing to dry clothes before heaving himself back to bed. It would be two hours before he gets up and prepare for school (though he didn't have to really go there, yeah you all probably know why he wanted to go anyway. Heh, Heh…) but somehow, he basically just couldn't get to sleep. A particular redhead kept on popping up in his head, and it really bothered him. Really bothered him.
"He's been acting so weird lately, even when I visited him last night," he whispered to no one in particular, and no one in particular answered back, of course. This was one of days when Dark didn't know how to while his time away, and this was a particular scene, I'm sure, a lot of writers and I have the most dreadful writer's block. 'Cause basically, all I can say about what Dark did was, he tossed and turned onto his back, next he turned onto his stomach, then on his sides, then his back again, then so on and so forth. He knew he had to sleep; yet he couldn't. Suddenly, a picture of Daisuke in a /gulps/ shower came into the teen's mind. Now where did that come from?
His perverted side, of course. Dark growled in frustration and tried to shake away the mental image, but more flew past instead. Daisuke changing into his uniform, Daisuke in his school's swimming attire (Okay, not too perverted, but still a bit) and, huh? Daisuke in a towel?! (Oh, that one was from the shower thingy) Dark sighed and finally gave up. He knew that he couldn't deny his lust for Daisuke, but he felt his love for the red haired boy more strongly.
"Pss…" Dark didn't bother, thinking it was just a fly. "PSss…" A very irritating fly. "PSS! Dark!" A talking fly? The thief twisted around when the teacher wasn't looking to see the source of the whisper. Krad. A piece of crumbled up notepaper was tossed towards the thief, landing square flat on his head. "Oi!" "Yes, Mr. Dark, what's the problem there?" A very annoyed teacher turned around to glare at the phantom thief, a slight growl from his throat. Dark apologized and glowered back at Krad crossly for a moment, before unfolding the paper ball.
Have you see Emiko lately?
Scribbling, looking at the teacher who was still writing furiously on the whiteboard. A graceful landing on Krad's head.
No, Why?
Scribbling again.
I tried to contact her yesterday, but the phone seemed to be cut off. I was thinking if she knew anything about Daisuke's weird behavior, but it seems the whole family might have been affected.
Scribbling non-stop. The sound of a pencil lead breaking.
Did you try calling more than once? She's always talking to her friends on grocery sales. What about Kosuke, did you try calling his cell phone?
Scribbling again, a moment of waiting for the stupid teacher to turn around again. Landed hard on the nose. Red nose.
Did that, done that…I think something really bad is happening within the Niwas that is affecting Daisuke really badly. Want to check it out?
A puzzled look showed on the thief's face. What does Krad mean by checking it out? Scribbling and throwing
What do you mean?
The notepaper was staring to turn to pulp, and it wasn't a big piece of paper, so a new piece was used to scribble on the notes. Scribble, scribble, and more scribble…
As in, we go to Niwa's house and pretend that we were there to see how things are and ask about what happen. Then, we sneak into his room and see if we could find anything weird like a…something! Anyway, you up for it? If not, I'll go on my own!
Scribbling, scribbling…(I bet you ten dollars that you can't guess the actual answer, game? Of course, not!)
3.00p.m at the town's park. Be there!
ON!
"Uh-Hrmp! May I know what are you two exactly doing?!" Oh-oo…
Zoom forward in time to 2.59p.m (How I wish to do that in reality!)
Dark paced up and down his spot in the park anxiously, looking at his watch that said one minute to 3.00p.m. Damn that Krad, he said he'd come on the dot, but a bit earlier never hurts! Come on, come on, and hurry up! Dark stamped his foot in frustration, only to hear the footsteps of another individual. Krad the 'perfect' crap. "Sorry, sorry! Some insane fan girls were chasing me and they were like chasing me all over the whole town like crazy and, well, I can't let you see me running away from some pathetic girls, right? Em…Okay, so let's get to Daisuke's house, 'kay?" Dark rolled his eyes and decided to let it be, after all, he knew what it was like to get chased by silly fan girls.
The bell rang stridently through the entire house but no one heard it, 'cause there was no one in the house to hear the bell ring and ring on from a minute or so. Dark pushed the bell a few more times in frustration, before giving up with a deep growl. Krad looked thoughtful before deciding to launch into plan B; which he thought was better than plan A. "I think it would be better if they weren't here, though I wonder where they went. Okay, Dark, you check Daisuke's bedroom first while I stay guard." "Okay, but tell me what I should take out?" Krad thought about it for a moment, mulling over the question. "I think you should just take one thing from his room that you think is most vital, if not, don't take anything." Dark nodded and went into the empty house, how he did it, I don't know, but the next thing he knew, he was inside Daisuke's room.
One thing that is most vital, only one thing that is most vital…Dark set to work looking for that 'vital' thing, scanning his surrounding to search for possible places where Daisuke might be keeping some deep, dark secrets away from the eye. The sofa? Hmm…what could Daisuke hide underneath it anyway? No, that can't be…the bed? Possible, so Dark went forward and started to fumble about under the bed, searching for anything abnormal. As he lean lower towards the bed, the smell of anesthetic hit his nostrils. Weird, why did Daisuke's bed reek of such a thing? Was he badly hurt? He hadn't smelt it last night when he hugged Daisuke, so maybe he just got hurt today, but by whom? (Want to guess? Do so in your review! Prize: I'll post the next chapter a lot quicker! HA! HA!)
"Bandages, painkillers, medicinal stuff…all that underneath a bed?" Dark looked on, puzzled, but decided to put the things back just in case Daisuke really needed them. Looking around the room, the great phantom thief tries to make out any other hiding places. The drawers! Dark sauntered hurriedly to the study desk, swiftly opening them. Aside from one, which was the only one he suspected that contains something 'vital'. Unlocking that particular drawer, Dark pulled it out and glanced over its contents. A glint of sliver caught his thief eyes. It was a knife, a small pocketknife. It seemed to be cleaned of any stains…any blood stains, that is. Dark distracted himself with the other insides of the mysterious 'locked' drawer. A red notebook caught his attention, urging him to open it and see what was written inside. Dark pondered for a while and decided to read its content. Randomly flipping the pages, the first sentence that caught his eyes was "Mom is getting worse and worse by the day, and I don't know how I could comfort her…It is so frustrating, that I can't do much to help, especially with him raping me two times today and four deliveries this afternoon…"
A feather suddenly appeared in front of him, a pure white feather. Oh no! Someone from the Niwa family must be coming back! Dark hide the notebook in his clothing and hurriedly re-locked the drawer and randomly set everything right, or at least it looks right to him. Joining Krad in the nearby bushes, Dark heaved a sigh of relief. "So what did you take?" Dark held out the notebook, explaining that it was possibly Daisuke's 'diary'. "Good job! Who would have thought he actually kept a diary, though it is invading his privacy, but it's for his own good." Krad took on a serious look, steadily sneaking out of the bushes and making his way back to his own apartment, Dark following suit…
Maybe it was his curiosity about his love, or also his concern, or even just been nosey, but Dark decided he wanted to hold onto the diary first, wanting to read its contents by himself first before allowing Krad to examine it. Inside his apartment, Dark snuggled up inside his own bed, dressed in a set of causal shirt and shorts. Turning a random page, he gulped in all the info wide-eyed…
21 April, Saturday
God, everything is a wreck today. Mom got herself a new way of dealing with her depression: Cutting herself. I got home and saw her right there on the kitchen floor with the knife, and she was bleeding. Wiz looked like he tried to stop Mom, 'cause he looked all messy and bloody. He's okay now, though, but I think I'll have to get weaker painkiller for his cuts, cause he seemed to cold out a little while. I hope grandpa's okay with his wound and that backache, he's really getting old for all these.
Oh yeah, Takashi wanted me to be his assistant next week, again. Man, I don't know how I'll pull through next Monday without fainting at least one or two times. Tomorrow there's gonna be a delivery of heroin at 9.a.m in the old warehouse just off Giffhishi street, but I simply don't want to go, I don't want creepy spike man to molest me again, but I think he already planned on doing so. I'm so freaked out right now, but I can't sleep, and there's tomorrow's grocery shopping to think about. Mom probably won't have any strength to go, neither does grandpa nor me, but someone had to go, and I hate having to labor hard on an empty stomach, which seemed to be most of the time now…
Okay! I'm done and now I shall might my request on how many reviews I would like now…
Oh by far and wide, I shall say my humble request.
To see the next chapter: A humble request
I appeal that you review a simple yet vital review
Thy there must six or more or there will be an excuse
For me to hold back my awaiting story
There would be no loss but gain only
If you all just simply review…Okay, want me to translate the poem? It means that if you want me to update, there must be six more reviews for this chapter and they must be from DIFFERENT people or else…Okay I'll give you all a discount: If you all review less than four, I'll never update, if you all review that many or more, I'll update faster! I know it's a little greedy, but is it a deal? So start reviewing!
And one more request: Can you read my other story "Don't you dare read this, Mrs. Dunphrey" that is coming in tomorrow?