"What are we supposed to do now, Commander?" Dark asked in slightly mocking tone, "surely you thought of something before you called me here." He and Satoshi stood on a raised platform designed for display purposes in the middle of a large room. In front of them, the Angelbow sat on its custom rack upon a pedestal. After Dark's failed attempt at stealing said bow, it was moved to the museum where everything was more easily monitored.
"Despite what you may think, Dark," Satoshi replied, "I am not a bottomless well of knowledge."
"Despite what I may--! Don't flatter yourself." Dark folded his arms and straightened his posture to show just how impressive he was compared to the smaller, human boy. Satoshi ignored the adjustment, which may have been an automatic reaction to his snide comeback. The angel continued, "So what made you think this is what we were looking for?"
"Its legend," Satoshi answered, pulling a small notebook from his pocket, "according to some rumors, it was created by a skilled craftsman as a gift for his lover. He was bringing the gift to her when he was killed in a terrible accident. When the people from his village came to collect and bury the body, it was gone. No blood, no hair, not even scraps of clothing."
"What if he didn't actually die?"
"There lies the problem. The accident was witnessed by the creator's good friend who happened to be holding the bow at the time," Satoshi turned a page, "after said friend reported the accident and showed the villagers where it happened, he went home. No one heard from him for weeks. People got suspicious, so they entered his house to find him. They found him, but he was not the same. He was alive and breathing, but he was in a coma-like state. He never recovered and died of starvation…the medical technology at the time was insufficient to keep him alive."
"The only link this story has to Daisuke is the 'coma' thing and there are so many things that could have caused that…I think you're reaching a bit far here."
'I thought you would say that. When they found the friend, he was gripping the Angelbow as if his life depended on it. They had to work very hard to pry his fingers from it." He flipped another page. Despite his action, Dark was sure Satoshi had the information memorized. "Also, the poor man's lover was a Hikari…one of my ancestors. Although she did not create this particular bow, this," he touched a white ribbon wrapped around the length of the bow, "belonged to her. The creator placed it here shortly before he died and disappeared."
"Fascinating," Dark muttered with little enthusiasm.
"I handled this piece shortly before your attempted robbery—"
"Hey, that heist was interrupted. I would have gotten it if Krad didn't try to kill me."
"—Shortly before your attempted robbery, which means Krad did, in fact, come in contact with it. The night you tried to steal it, you completed the requirements Krad needed by bringing Daisuke in contact with it."
"And now you make it seem like this is my fault. You should have paid more attention to Krad."
"I'm not blaming anyone, just laying down the facts."
"So, how do we know this is really it? Shouldn't something happen?"
Satoshi glanced up at Dark in a way that said 'I told you, I don't know'.
"Fan-tastic," Dark spat impatiently.
"We should—" Satoshi's sentence was interrupted when an intense pain seized his chest. Dark backed away instinctively. Satoshi glanced up at him with golden eyes.
"Going to face me, Krad?" Dark whispered just loud enough for them both to hear.
Satoshi's lips twisted into a smirk as he reached out and touched the Angelbow with a glowing hand. Before Dark could react to the stream of pure white magic flying toward him, it engulfed him and he was forced to close his eyes to block out the blinding light.