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Okies... this one is... "special".
I've REALLY got to lay off the crack.
Dark talking to Daisuke
"Daisuke's thoughts/spoken words"
Once upon a time there was a beautiful prince. Tall, dark and handsome, everywhere this Prince went, people would greet him with a smiling face, showering him in praise and gifts.
Everyone, with the exception of one.
A young artist, who's beautiful artwork brought smiles to the village in which he lived. Constantly smiling, trying everything in his power to bring happiness to those around him.
This young artist, while friendly, did not treat the prince with any more respect then he would the next person.
-×-
The crowd watched in awe as Dark took off on his black wings. As always, this heist went off without a hitch.
"Piece of cake, as always… Hiwatari was being lazy today…"
"Dark, you're going to jinx us!"
"Relax… your in good hands"
"Oh, really? I sometimes find that hard to believe"
Dark scoffed in response. Everyone else had been impressed at least. It's not like it mattered what his tamer thought…
Right?
-×-
The Prince, not used to this treatment, tried to win the affections of this boy, but no matter what he did, the boy chose to ignore him.
The beautiful Prince was confused by this. Everyone treated him with high respect, admired him, they yearned for his affections.
After all, he was the beautiful Prince.
-×-
Daisuke opened his bedroom window, slowly walking out to his personal deck. He shivered in response to the sudden cold, but quickly adjusted. Leaning against the railing, he looked out to the bay. Something, or rather someone caught his eye.
"Is… Is that Riku?"
Within the deep recesses of Daisuke's mind, Dark stretched and yawned, having woken up to Daisuke's rather loud thinking.
"I guess so, what's she doing out this late?" It wasn't as if Dark could really care at this moment, but if being woken up meant time spent chatting with Daisuke…
"I wonder what she's doing…"
…even if it was about her.
"Daisuke, it's late. You have school tomorrow, and it's cold. You should get some sleep"
"Since when have you cared?"
Dark recoiled at Daisuke's rather unintentional harsh comment.
"Ouch, that hurt. Is… that what you really think…?"
Daisuke didn't respond, instead taking the thief's advice and going back inside. He didn't know what he thought.
-×-
Once upon a time there was a rejected Prince.
Ignored by the one he loved.
Over time, the prince decided to take a new approach to gaining the boys affections. He watched from afar, learning more and more about the boy, studying him, wanting to understand everything about him.
-×-
Dark was uncharacteristically quiet over the next few days. Daisuke, while finding this odd, decided not to comment on it. He figured Dark was tired, and decided to leave him alone. After all, everyone needs their rest.
Dark used this time to observe Daisuke. Of course, he knew more about the boy than anyone else. He knew Daisuke took after Wiz in his love for Strawberries. He knew Daisuke liked cinnamon shampoo, and his favorite flower was the rose. Also, that Daisuke was a hopeless romantic.
You learn a lot when you share a body with a person.
From the shadows of Daisuke's mind, he watched the boy interact with his friends, his classmates and his teachers. He was always smiling… but Dark didn't always feel Daisuke's happiness. Was this all a façade?
…but then there was Riku.
When he talks to Riku, he lights up.
He really smiles.
-×-
It soon became all too clear that the boy would not notice him…
Would not reciprocate the Prince's feelings, for his heart belonged somewhere else.
The Prince, realizing this painful truth, began feeling a sense of failure, and began calling himself a "monster"
-×-
"Dark…?"
"Yeah…?"
"I have to tell her soon…"
"I know…"
"Dark… what if I don't want too?"
"Why wouldn't you want to? You love her, she loves you, I'm just the monster that steals your body every once in a while"
"Dark…? Don't say that! I…" Daisuke caught himself. He'd tell the thief one day… but now... now wasn't right.
Dark didn't question the unfinished statement. He didn't know if he wanted to hear it.
-×-
When Daisuke finally admitted the truth to Riku… She handled it surprisingly well. She even admitted that she'd had these dreams about those two being one. Daisuke just blushed and rubbed the back of his head…
"heh... about that…"
Dark smirked slightly. For some reason, Daisuke didn't feel as happy as he would have expected, but it wasn't his concern. Not anymore.
"Goodbye Dai-chan. I'm sorry… for everything"
"Dark!?" Daisuke yelped. He suddenly felt lighter.
Daisuke panicked a little. This... he wasn't supposed to leave so quickly. Daisuke still hadn't told him…
-×-
All too soon the Prince disappeared, never to be heard from again.
…Maybe if the Prince looked hard enough, he would have noticed the small smiles that only he received. The sly glances the young artist sent his way.
…Maybe if he had been brave enough, he would have seen the artist's latest masterpiece. A canvas with his own smiling visage.
…Maybe if he looked deep enough, he would see the artist's intentions. His silent love for the Prince.
…Maybe then, there would have been a Happily Ever After.
…Because once upon a time…
…that's how fairy tales ended…
-×-
I've been watching Disney.
I've been reading Angst.
This is what happened.
And!! It's my first attempt at third person.
I think I screwed it up. Whoops!
Huh.. now that I think about it...
wait.. what.. was I... Oh gwibit. I can't remember
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