Daisuke was still dozing when he noticed a change in Dark- he was obviously awake again, and also uncomfortable, judging by all the tossing around

The fox sat up a little, just enough and reached out, blinking away sleep- "Dark-" and his fingers hit something curved, sweaty and definitely not normal.

Whatever it was it shied away from him instantly and he heard Dark mutter, "Goddamn… Sorry, that's so gross." Finally waking up fully, he saw that the two wings had grown even more while he was resting, the height of their curve nearly two inches high, and realized that what had moved away from him was…

"I can't control my wings yet. If that's really what they are…I-"He gritted his teeth and went silent as a wave of pain shot down from the top of his neck all the way down his back, and Daisuke saw his hands tighten around the patterned couch pillow. The redhead also saw both wings trying to stretch out, and then settling back down under his caramel skin unhappily. "Dark… I think you should try to let them out now." He didn't know how he knew, but the bigger they got (and he was convinced they were going to get much bigger) the more painful it would be when they finally broke through his skin. "Are you crazy?" He hissed softly at the artwork, then jerked his thumb at the Chinese trunk between the couches and said "You see that vase over there?" Daisuke shook his head. "Look on the floor."

A the foot of the trunk there were pieces of what used to be a very expensive jade vase, long jagged chunks of it curved like pieces of glass.

"I just let them relax against my skin and that thing fuckin' exploded like a mine." The small teen walked over to the pieces, "Careful." and picked one of them up.

It still buzzed with just a little charge of Dark's new magic. He could tell it was definitely his now- it was the same color as his hair, a telltale amethyst.

Of course, only the artworks like Daisuke could see the aura of color, so he probably couldn't tell he had done it. He held it up, "Hey Dark, does this sort of look purple to you? Like a really light sheen of it?" and he squinted at it. "Not really. Well maybe a little bit… Actually…" The pupils of his eyes seemed to change a little at the top and bottom, becoming less round and more pointed, like a cat's. "Yea, it does." His eyes abruptly changed back to normal. "Why?" Daisuke put it back down and came back over to the couch, his red tail curling about thoughtfully. "Did it hurt when you let them relax?" Dark nodded, "Well yeah, 'course."

~So, his magic is responding to his emotions… in this case, pain.~ Daisuke thought, and told him "I think your magic did that. That purplish aura- I think that's your magic. Maybe it's responding to your emotions- you know, the pain." Dark's artistic eyebrows drew together, and Daisuke could see the shine of sweat on his forehead.

"Maybe… Daisuke, you should probably get some towels from the upstairs cabinet and bring them down here." His cherry colored eyes opened up like wells in concern. "Why?" He managed a harsh little laugh, "Well, 'cause I'm starting to think this might involve a little bit of blood." Daisuke's ears went down and back fearfully,

"Oh, I...okay." and he went off quickly, his little footsteps echoing in the enormous hallway banisters. ~Nice kid…~ He thought, then his body tensed up tighter as another wave hit him, stronger than before, and his breath hitched and came out in small gasps until it was over. He'd been trying his best to ignore that stretching feeling, but now that he knew it definitely was his skin keeping the wings trapped, maybe Daisuke was right. ~This is freaking crazy…~ Some part of him commented, ~One minute I'm selling cars and the next I'm growing wings!~ He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on the little bundle of new muscle that each wing was, and very carefully, moved his left one. Underneath his skin, it slid over an inch or so, and his whole body broke out in goose bumps. Even the hair on the back of his neck stood up. ~Holy crap…~ Daisuke came back with two folded black towels and sat down again next to him, as loyal as any dog. "These were all I could find…"

"There fine." He assured him quickly, and then began to tremble as he felt another wave coming on. The mirror above the couch on the other side of the room cracked and to his surprise the redhead suddenly slipped his hand into Dark's larger tan one, " It's ok." The teen was looking down, his ears two slicked-back triangles of velvet, his tail tucked up somewhere underneath him.

"I'm going to stay here with you, ok? So…" Dark tightened his hand around his (They were so small! Like little paws!) and couldn't help but halfway grin,

"Jeez Daisuke, you're acting like I'm gonna give birth or something…" then the grin disappeared as the next wave hit him. "Gh…" At first he was going to pull them in again, but instead, he let them flex out painfully slowly. He buried his face in the pillow and grit his teeth again, preparing himself. As he did, there was a sound like tearing wet paper, his skin finally split and he screamed, his strong back arching away from them. They unfolded from his back with a loud 'shlup!' like large inky sails, still moist and hot. "DARK!" Daisuke buried his face next to Dark's and the wings shook and stretched to their full length, the tips reaching a little past his ankles.

For a moment he couldn't hear anything except Dark's deep, strained breathing and then Dark lifted his face from the fabric, his hair mussed and damp. "Dai…"

He asked, his voice a little hoarse, his lips lightly chapped and plump, "Could you…?" The redhead grabbed up one of the towels "Don't talk ok? I'll take care of them."

At first he was a little afraid to touch them and he checked out Dark's back first, where the roots of them were. To his relief there was no blood, only a few small flecks and a lot of a clear, scentless fluid which he cleaned off with his towel. As he cleaned his face brushed one of them gently and their scent hit him- something warm and new, hard to describe… But nice. He moved on to the wings, rubbing the feathers dry gently and marveling at their color. He'd thought they were just black, but close up they had a wine-colored tint to them, deep purple. As he held them he could feel the sheer muscle underneath, like two snake bodies, and a strong beating through both. "Daisuke…" "Yeah?" Dark paused for a second; resting his head on his folded arms once more. "Um, why are you… sniffing them?" He hadn't even realized he was doing so and turned the same color as his hair, his tail fluffing out sheepishly. "Ah, sorry, they just smell really good…" Dark laughed so hard that his wings shook,

"You are so weird!" and cupped his wing experimentally around the little redhead, "Just like me." He grinned at him and the artwork smiled back, stroking his wing once before switching out one towel for another and finishing drying the phantom's new wings.

Yay! He gots his wings...