Sorry for the late story! I have tried my best to make this chapter longer but alas, I am a failure and wasn't able too. Its almost 2000 words though ;3
I am trying to update Vampire Kiss, but the inspiration isn't flowing. And no, I will not hand it over.
I am sorry for not updating anything in so long, but here is a horribly written piece of junk for you to read.
And I will need THREE more reviews to ever post another chapter ;3! Just three people, I even accept the 'Lol! I liek it' ones, but they have to be done my different people. I will keep on writing the next chapter, so once I get the reviews and the chapter done it will be up.
Malevolent Midnight:
The morning was cold. The icy winds chased leaves and little children around, before sweeping itself up into the sky. Daisuke let the wind blow into his face, teasing him in an attempt to have him join in its dance. But the redhead continued walking to the art store. The snow had fallen the last few days, creating a crunching noise under the teen's feet. But his heart had sunk; he didn't know how to respond to Dark's… kiss.
Daisuke had spent the day wandering around town when he had decided to finally go home to find a hungry Wiz, and… the redhead touched his lips; they still tingled. He had left his house right after that. How did life get so confusing?
The teen had spent the night with Takashi. His old friend had welcomed him with arms wide open. They spent the night laughing and watching videos, ignoring Takashi's drunken father. He left early, lying about having to go to school, and quietly snuck into his apartment. Grabbing his stored money, leaving out some food for Wiz, and grabbing his scarf; the boy left and quickly exited the general area of the building.
Daisuke looked through the paints the store had to offer. Not a single small container said 'Wow! I'm the perfect colour' or 'I will look great in a sunset picture'… nothing at all. The paints all seemed to say 'I'm boring, don't pick me.'
Sighing, he left and headed for work. The small café wasn't doing well, as he could tell. The owner seemed to not have enough time to bake, make and serve. When he opened the door, the chime rang out and the redhead could see his bosses face going 'Please not another one'.
"Sorry I'm late. One of my friends decided to visit without warning, and I was horribly sick. Where should I start, sir?"
His boss looked as if a miracle had happened. "Get into your uniform and start serving! And hurry!"
The older mad ran to his baking.
And Daisuke swore he just saw his boss skipping.
But he went into the back and got changed. The mirror showed a teenager with long, tangled hair that was all around him and a uniform that looked too clean for him. Still, he could manage. Daisuke pulled a hairbrush from his locker. Pulling at the knots, he started seeing himself in his reflection again. The redhead's hair was long, loose; and made him look a lot older when it was brushed.
He rushed out and started taking orders from the girls. They smiled and welcomed him back. Life seemed to be getting back on its beaten track.
Satoshi walked by, with Krad, and waved to his old crush. They continued on their way to see the Winter Festival held in the park.
Daisuke waved back and rushed to get the treats served. He needed this distraction. It was his only hope for getting back his sanity.
The boy was scared that he would lose everyone. It seemed that way… suddenly. He lost his girlfriend, his mother, his hopes and dreams… soon nothing would be left.
Dark wandered back to Kosuke's home. Opening the door he shouted "I'm home!" and started taking off his jacket and shoes. Emiko ran over and hugged her 'son', "Where have you been! I was so worried!"
"Out…"
"I could tell that! Where were you? You could at least call us; leave a number so we could call you! An address maybe?"
"I was at Daisuke's place. Haven't seen my tamer since he ran away, and I missed him. Anyways, Emiko, how have you been?"
"Oh, good~ Thanks for asking… Daisuke wouldn't be that red head boy that looks like Kosuke… right? That boy has problems with the cops you know!"
"Because someone decided to break into his house. Emiko, where is Kosuke?"
"Call me mom! And your father is downstairs in the cellar again. He doesn't let me down there though. Go check on him for me, okay?"
"Fine, see you in a little bit, Emiko." And Dark quickly ran downstairs to all of his stolen treasures.
Kosuke sat there, polishing them all. Making sure all of it was well kept.
"Yo, Dark."
"Why hasn't she remembered yet?"
"I don't know. Ask her"
"I've tried, this time she thinks Daisuke is a problem for the police. What's next? Daisuke ran away from the zoo?"
"She has already done that one. "
"Not the point."
"Dark! Kosuke! Dinner is READY."
The purple haired boy sighed; leaving his 'father' to his polishing and wandered back upstairs. His amethyst eyes caught sight of an old box sitting in a corner on the stairs. Flipping the cardboard flaps away, the thief saw all the pictures of Daisuke that had once littered the house. One picture showed Emiko hugging him when he was five, another showed Daisuke blushing around Risa. The old photos showed memories that Dark had seen second hand. The video cassette of when Daisuke was in a commercial and the pink folder that had once held a fake picture of Risa were both neatly tucked away in here. He held the old box of memories and continued his walk upstairs.
"Dark-Chan! Dinner is getting cold! Uh, what is that box for?"
"Just a bunch of old pictures… Thought I would put them out again…"
"But we never took pictures of you when you were little! I don't think we did…"
"I'll be up in his room, call me if you need me."
"Okay Da- wait! Who's room?"
But Dark was already upstairs.
"DAISUKE! Get those tables washed! Those plates are DIRTY! HURRY UP!"
The red headed teen rushed to get the orders done. One of Risa's friends decided to help his boss by watching the store while he went out for supplies; Leaving Daisuke at the teenager's wrath.
"HURRY UP! GET THOSE FORKS SPOTLESS! YOUR LACK OF FOCUS IS SCARING THE CUSTOMERS AWAY!"
'Yes ma'am, no ma'am, three bags full ma'am.' He whispered, just loud enough for the customer he was getting an order from to hear. She giggled.
His boss opened the door to the yelling, and was quickly yelled at by the girl.
"THIS is a café for TEENAGERS! GET OUT OLD FREAK!"
"I am the manager of this café! You get out!" And the calm returned, for the most part. Daisuke at down and held his head in his hands. She had caused him a great headache.
"Tea helps." He heard the clink of the delicate china being set down on the table. He looked up to see Krad's dark face. He nearly jumped and ran, but he couldn't do that at work, Daisuke needed the money.
"Why are you here?"
"I just saw a girl screaming her mind out at you for almost nothing and I got worried. And I am here to steal a cake for Satoshi."
"What type? Strawberry or blackberry?"
"No others?"
"The girl ate them all"
Krad laughed, and it soon started to creep the red head out. The blond was being… kind. Not completely insane. Something was not right.
"I got money to pay for the cake."
Daisuke pulled out the blackberry cake and hanged it, in a nicely decorated box, to the blond. The money the redhead got was new, and he can tell, by little smudges of lipstick, that Krad had pick-pocketed the noisy girl.
"Daisuke, it's time to close up. Go get changed early, I can finish up here."
"'Kay" Daisuke quickly changed, putting his hair up into its usual ponytail. Grabbing his bag, that held all of his cash and coins, he walked back into the main section of the cafe. What the red head saw scared him.
"I know you have the proof, Daisuke"
Frozen in the doorway Daisuke stood. His boss was pale, with a sharpened dagger at his throat. The dagger was just mere millimetres from piercing his neck. And the dark figure with the cold eyes glared at him.
"What proof?"
"That Dark and Krad exist. Proof that can link DNA to someone. You know the deal, tamer."
"I don't even know you!"
"I said I was going to kill your girlfriend if you lied to me. This time I will have to kill your boss instead. Risa will die in your arms shortly."
"Daisuke! RUN" His boss shouted. And that's what Daisuke did. Out the door, swinging himself onto the rooftops for safety. Something came naturally then.
"Wiz!"
He felt the bunny turn into wings and land on his back in seconds. Flying away as quick as he could. Looking back he saw a splash of blond hair among the red.
Daisuke landed at his apartment, and rushed inside. Grabbing his important things like clothes and identification. Quickly stuffing them all in a old school backpack, he raided his work bag for his money and bus pass. Shoving those items into his 'survival bag' he grabbed the spare keys and Wiz and hid them both in his jacket pockets. Daisuke felt stressed, rushed, and not to mention scared. Leaving the house with all that he needed to survive, the redhead ran down the streets. He reached a payphone, and dialled the police.
"Hello, please state your problem"
"I was, I was at work and I got changed and walked back in and a guy was there with a knife at my bosses throat and I ran to get help and I don't know if killed him and I am scared. Please! This guy robbed my house last week and almost killed me and my girlfriend!"
"Sir, where are you?"
"Not at work. I ran… but my work is at the Black Wings Café"
"We will send a police force over there right away. Stay where you are and a police cruiser will come to pick you up."
"I'm not staying here. Help my boss, and hurry!"
"Sir, stay where-"
Daisuke hung up. He didn't know what to do, but someone would. He ended up on the couch of Satoshi, hearing Krad and the bluenet kissing the next room. Wrapped tightly in a spare blanket, holding his backpack for dear life. Wiz was sleeping on the arm rest of the couch.
The redhead had phone Fin to tell him that he couldn't stay in the apartment because his life was in danger, but would be right back once it was safe. That, and he had left most of his stuff there.
Fin had said to not worry, it was alright.
The news was on T.V.; and it was the only reason, besides to horny men in the next room, that Daisuke was up right now.
The murder was all over the news. A man murdered at work trying to save his youngest employee from a crazed mad man. The youngest employee phones police to try to get them to save his boss but only to run away in fear of putting someone else in danger.
It sounded like some stupid chick flick novel.
The redhead rested his head next to Wiz, silently drifted off to sleep. This week had been one crazy lifetime. Everything was changing each and every way from how his life had once been.
Daisuke knew one thing, for so many years he had had sleepless nights. Nothing like this though.