A/N: WTF? It's been almost a year? Dear, me better get back on track! (Not that anyone cared, anyways…) Sigh, I've been pretty busy lately, new school year and brushing up on my writing skills (which me going to test now, but me doubt will have improvement) Sighs, anyway, I had to try really, really hard to remember the plot, so, here it is…
Chapter thirteen: Admitting
If he hadn't been so ignorant, maybe he would have noticed.
If he had said something, anything, maybe this wouldn't happen.
If he had been earlier in admitting, maybe this wouldn't have happened.
But it was only maybe, was maybe, now it would be never. But still, he couldn't hide forever, couldn't deny it for a lifetime. He wouldn't deny it. He wanted to embrace gently, in his arms, the tenderness, the warmness, everything…
But would Daisuke let him?
Dark wringed his hands as he stared at the little figure huddled underneath the thick blanket. It was a cold night. The trees stirred ever so softly in the cool breeze, the leaves dancing in their joy of freedom. If only Dai could just be free of the memories, just like that. Just break a stem, and it would be all over. The nightmares. The sickly feeling that wouldn't go away. Everything. But, that would be running away, wouldn't it? And Daisuke never want to run away from anything, not ever, no matter how hard it gets, he wasn't gonna surrender.
One glance at Dai and Dark felt tears gather his eyes.
He loved Daisuke, and wanted Daisuke to love him back. The tall thief didn't want sex (though he wouldn't mind), he didn't need any special talents of the boy, he didn't want anything of that…he just wanted Daisuke's love and heart and soul…but it was such a big demand…
And yet so small all at once.
"Daisuke…" Dark reached out towards the shivering boy, but slowly, unsure. A whimper escaped Daisuke's throat, as if though sensing the aura of Dark's hand. The boy cowered further into the bed, shaking more and more violently, as if the room temperature had just dropped a few more degrees. Fighting back his tears, Dark swallowed hard and gently pulled back the comforter, meeting no resistance. Not even a whine as protest. Daisuke's emotionless eyes stared up at the violet haired teen, with no feelings or what so ever…
His tears silently trailed down the tanned cheeks as Dark embraced Daisuke on an impulse. The tired, frail little buy at last let out a cry, and then the tears started their river again. Big, round droplets shimmered and slowly crawled down the soft cheeks that had been bruised from constant abuse. The clear liquid droplets collided together and formed a sliver like line, one that can disappear and yet appear slivery in the right light. It looks so beautiful, yet so, so sad…
"D-dark…I…" Daisuke didn't continue. He sobbed and wept and sniveled and cried…the tears didn't want to stop. They simply refused to, and they have a right not to stop. If you bottle up everything inside and never let it out, you'll explode one day, and there's no stopping it. Tears are there to prevent that, to let some of that bad feelings leak out, easing the tension inside your heart. Daisuke shed more tears than that time when he got lost in the mall when he was five and couldn't find mama. He was scared, confused, wondering where mama could have gone. Why wasn't mama with him? Was mama angry and didn't love him anymore? Is that why she left?
"Please…don't leave me alone…" Dark pulled Daisuke closer towards him, smelling the soothing strawberry scent from the shorter boy's hair. He'd never, ever leave Daisuke alone. Never, ever again. Never. He won't let anyone; especially that stupid Satoshi (no offence here) hurt Daisuke like this ever again. The violet haired teen suddenly felt arms wrapped tightly around his waist, and found them belonging to his one and only love. The sobbing boy was too tired to think. He wanted Dark to stay by his side, never let go, forever feeling his warmth…
And wanting his love.
(Okay, as the writer here, I am the one getting seriously pissed off around here. When the hell are they gonna admit/grumbles…/)
"Dark, do…do you know anything about another b-black winged creature?" Daisuke looked up with pleading eyes. The tears were still chasing each other down his cheeks, but his eyes remained silent, focusing every single bit of attention on Dark. The older boy gulped and shook his head slightly. He hated lying to his Dai-Chan, but…
"Why do you ask?"
"Cause…there's was this person…his wings looked like…yours," Daisuke swallowed hard before continuing. "And he took my first kiss."
Dark couldn't bear it any longer (wrong, I couldn't bear it any longer) he bent down and placed his face closer towards Daisuke's, whose eyes widened in surprise, his eyes shone with the tears and moonlight. There was a slight jerk, a flash of movement that was neither slow nor fast. Lips brushed against lips, a chill ran down Daisuke's spine. He wanted that sensation, that thrill, that pleasant touch…yet despised it the same.
"There…wasn't another person…it was…it was-"
"You?" dark nodded in silent. He waited, waited for the reaction. Waited for the screams and shouts and crying. He waited for rejection.
Daisuke placed two of his graceful fingers on his lips, trying to inject the fact into his fatigued mind.
It was Dark.
It was Dark all along.
It was Dark who loved him.
It wasn't a dream after all
It was reality.
Dark loved him.
He loved Dark.
.He loved him. They loved each other
It was a fact, a fact that made Daisuke let out a small smile, a smile he hadn't let out for a long time, so long, he could remember when. All he knew was this:
Dark mousey loved him.
Dark mousey loved Daisuke Niwa.
The night was still and calm. The wind had died down to a gentle breeze. In the dark room, where despite all the sadness and sorrow inside, moonlight was cast over two forms huddled together: red haired boy and a phantom thief.
And they both love each other. Daisuke smiled in his sleep.
A/N: …did I really write that? Anyways, R&R please!