darksgrl13- SQUEE++ Thank you so much! That made me feel so happy and egotistical lol. D Thank you!!

Okay. This one... is odd. But I'm feeling down so this reflects that.

"Satoshi?" Daisuke mumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes. Silence was his only answer, and he rolled over to look at the bed across the room. Satoshi's back was to him, and he was lying quite still, his breathing even. But Daisuke had been sure he heard his friend crying.

Or had he dreamt it?

/No Dai. You were dreaming about Riku. Remember? You two were in-/

/Dark! Yes. I remember... but he's quiet now... maybe he was dreaming something?/

/The Commander doesn't cry Dai. Crying is a human response to emotions./

/True... I never have seen him show emotions. I guess I did imagine it./

Daisuke sighed and kept his eyes on his friend. They were on another school trip (Dark said it was the teachers way of getting paid vacations), and he was assigned to be Satoshi's roommate. (Which, Dark said, was the teachers way of trying to make Satoshi form a friendship with someone.)

Daisuke felt his eyelids growing heavier, and finally fell back into his dream, where Riku was his, Dark was his brother, and Satoshi... was crying? No... this world was perfect. Everyone was happy... Satoshi was free from Krad... he couldn't be unhappy in this world...

But still, his muffled moaning was heard clearly by all, and everyone turned to stare at him. It was a pitiful sound. Daisuke hated when any of his friends cried, but Satoshi's cry was so... sad. He felt tears stinging his eyes as he listened to the terrible sound.

/Dai! Dai!... Daisuke! Wake up!/

/Wha-/

/The Commander.../

Daisuke rolled over again to see his friend, still facing the wall, shaking as his sobs echoed throughout the room.

"Satoshi?" Daisuke sat up slowly, feeling too shocked to do much else. "Is... it Krad?" But Satoshi either didn't hear him, or ignored him, as his sobbing continued. And Daisuke realized he too had tears rolling down his cheeks as he heard the heartbreaking sound of the broken boy cry.

Satoshi didn't show any signs of acknowledgment as Daisuke stood up and walked across the room. He didn't move at all when Daisuke sat, then laid, on the bed next to him. But his crying quieted substantially when Daisuke put his arm around the taller boys waist and hugged him tightly.

"It's not bad to cry Satoshi," he said sadly, thinking of Satoshi's insistence about hiding his feelings. "It's... it's a human responce to emotion."

Satoshi placed his hands on Daisuke's comforting arm for a moment, his crying now nothing more then uneven breathing and occasional sniffs. Daisuke smiled, tightening his hug, proud of himself for helping his most difficult friend.

Then, Satoshi spun around and grabbed Daisuke's shirt with both hands, clutching handfuls of the soft material and pulling the stunned Daisuke closer to him. He buried his head in the redhead's chest and screamed; and suddenly Daisuke understood it all. The pain, the confusion, the never ending loneliness that Satoshi went through every day of his life. And he knew, though he didn't know how he knew, that Satoshi had never before cried. Not since infancy, at least. He had been too set upon keeping his curse under control to let even a bit of emotion out.

And, as Daisuke put a hand in the mass of blue hair comfortingly, he wondered what it had been to push Satoshi over the edge. Dark's voice, hollow, and for maybe the first time, completely void of sarcasm, echoed in his mind.

/You./