The law about planning – Nothing ends the way it was planned
It was getting dark and it was raining. All around them was nothing but water and the beach in the distance. Satoshi had an arm wrapped around a sleeping Daisuke and Dark and Krad leaned with their backs against each other, sitting under the only tree on the small island.
"This is all your fault, Dark" the blond accused him.
"Why? You always say that whenever things go wrong" the purple haired teen shouted back, obviously angry.
"If you hadn't insisted on sitting in a place with shadow, none of this would have happened"
"None of this would've happened either if you hadn't fallen asleep"
"If I remember correctly you we're sleeping as well" Krad smirked.
"Guys, be quite. You're going to wake up Daisuke" Satoshi said coolly. They both looked at the red-haired boy who was contently asleep in his lover's arms. At least one of them was getting some sleep. And it had seemed such a good idea to go for a picknick at the beach.