Woohoo! I actually have a lot to make a story out of now, so the chapters might get longer. Hopefully. Thanks for all the reviews!
sesshykoi0106: Thank you, I'm glad you liked it!
Dark Mousy 0: Oh, he'll find him... :evil laughter:
x-aiden-x: Haha... yeah, at least he'll always have that...
Mujyakina-Hitokoroshiya: Hoo, yes, that was a bit of obvious foreshadowing on my part... --;;
Fishtank the Stephs: Aww, thanks for giving poor Dark some comfort... he definately is going to need it :D
minceo: I know, I FINALLY got off my butt and did something :collective gasp: XD
camikaza: Chapters? God, I have no clue... probobly a lot, and I SWEAR to finish it. Honestly.
chocolatemaltesers: No, Dark's not dead. That would be like killing myself. (To anyone: Check out my drabble serious if that comment makes no sense.)
Okay, I sorta figured out how to fix the awful formatting problem: a -- before a line means it's the start of a new paragraph, line break, etc. Now onto the story! Big time jump...
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--Krad slowly sat up, the morning sun shining through his window. He looked at the clock: it was about ten in the morning. Definately time to get up. He yawned, climbed out of bed, and changed into the fancy clothes his servants had left for him. The smell of eggs wafted into the room, and he wandered into the kitchen. "Master Krad!" one of the kitchen servants cried. Krad was not a morning person, and often wandered around in a daze for a while after he got up. It was not unusual for him to wander into the kitchen if he smelled food.
--"Uhn..." he moaned sleepily. His eyes were still half-closed.
--"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. Please wait in the dining hall."
--Krad seemingly disregarded this comment, and tried to walk over to where the cooks were working and eat the uncooked food. The servant stopped him and carefully guided him to the dining hall, where she sat him down. There was coffee waiting for him, and he gladly drank it. It seemed to finally wake him up. He blinked. Food was soon set down in front of him, and he ate it silently. His friend Saki had invited him out to dinner, to some favorite eatery of hers. Not surprisingly, it was in an... iffy part of town. She has the oddest taste... Krad thought to himself.
--He finished his meal, and wandered back to his room. He really had nothing to do today, until dinner. Lunch was going to be boring, and he didn't have the heart to play his old game 'hit on the waiter'. He hadn't played it for more than two years now, ever since he met him. That day was still a horrible memory, and he had never been the same since.
--After he had dropped the boy off, Krad couldn't stop thinking about him. He eventually broke down, and returned to the restaurant to see him again. When asked if he could see him, the manager nervously informed Krad that the boy had been fired. Krad was dumbstruck. Did this man even know that the boy had no home? He rushed out, intent on finding the boy. He had searched high and low, to no avail. Dark had simply dissapeared.
--Years passed, and Krad became used to the thought that he would never see Dark again. It pained him, and caused him to close his heart off to others. He became quiet and reclusive, and no one could figure out why. Even his childhood friend Saki couldn't tell what the matter was. She tried again and again to cheer him up, and this invitation to dinner was probably another attempt. Krad knew it would never work. Despite how many times he had tried to convince himself otherwise, he knew he was still in love with the violet-haired boy with the amythyst eyes.
--He forced his mind away from those thoughts, picked up a book, and began to read.
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--The doorbell rang, and Krad's butler opened the door. A tall, beautiful woman with long black hair stood there. Krad walked down the staircase, now dressed in a shining white tuxedo. He spotted the woman, and waved. "Hello, Saki."
--"Hey Krad!" she called cheerfully. "Let's go! The reservations are for eight-thirty."
--Krad looked at his watch; it was eight-twenty. "W-what!" he stammered, surprised. The place they were going was all the way across town.
--She ran inside, grabbed his arm, and pulled him out to her car. "Don't worry, I'll drive fast." Krad really didn't like the look on her face. She pushed him into the car, jumped in the driver's seat, and floored it.
--Ten minutes later, her car screeched to a halt in front of a semi-nice looking building. Krad staggered out of the car, and noticed long skid marks and several displaced trash cans in their wake. "I swear," he muttered. "How the hell do you manage to keep your license..." She ignored him and dragged him towards the door. He noted with worry that the name of the establishment was 'Shady Shack'. It was a clever play on words, since the place looked like it was run by the mafia, but it still scared him.
--Krad didn't even notice Saki talking to the doorman until she guided him to a table. When he sat down and looked around, he couldn't help noticing something; all the waiters were male, and were all disturbingly pretty. Not to mention that a great many were dressed in tight clothing. He turned to Saki, a worried look on his face. "Uh, Saki... why exactly did you bring me here?"
--"'Cuz you're gay, right?"
--Krad choked. "E-excuse me!"
--She grinned. "You'd have to be. How else would you have been able to resist my stunning beauty for this long?"
--"Ever thought that it's because I look at you like a sister?"
--"Ahh, bullshit. Just admit it and enjoy the show!"
--Krad opened his mouth to protest, but closed it. He couldn't really protest; after all, he had fallen in love with a man.
--Saki squealed. "Ahhh! I knew it!" Krad blushed. "Ha... I'm gonna have so much fun setting you up with guys!" Krad knew it was best to ignore her at times like this; she could be a little, erm, eccentric. "Hey, here comes our waiter!" She squealed again. "OOooh! Lookit how pretty he is!"
--"Here are your menus," came a voice from above. Krad turned and got a good look at the waiter. He was wearing low-riding tight black leather pants, and a tight, black sleeveless shirt that ended at his midriff. It showed off his slim waist, and a black choker was wrapped around his neck. His violet hair reached his shoudlers in some places, while some parts stopped at his chin. Amythyst eyes peered down at him, a mixture of curiosity and recognition in his eyes.
--"Dark...?" Krad whispered, unable to believe his eyes.
--TBC--
-Fahahaha... cliffhanger... sort of...
-I just realized something... in the last two chapters, I pretty much made a seventeen-year-old a hardened drinker... oh is my beeeeestest friend! I'd die without it.
-Anyways, I'll probably update this soon. Famous last words... but seriously, I do wanna type more. So expect an update relatively soon. BLEG! IT cut off what i was saying! So it makes no sense now.