Police Files.
The time has come. Yes, it's true. The end of this fic.
OH, THE ANGST-INDUCED SADNESS!
I just want to thank all my glorious, amazing, beautiful, fantastic, super, positively bursting with pizzazz-y readers, who make my day every time they click that little lavender button. Down there. It's like Antarctica.
There will be fluff. And you will review it, since it's my first try writing shounen-ai fluff. Support the fledgling n00bs to the genre! (Not that I'm a n00b. I attempt to be as un n00b-y as I possibly can.)
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Found written on a wall in Azumano.
Satoshi Hiwatari findme pleasenowi'mtired i'm lost helpnow
Daisuke Niwa has escaped from his cell. The police force is feverishly working to find him. No news about Commander Hiwatari (Satoshi).
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Written by Krad, taken from his personal writings.
Satoshi is becoming more and more frantic about Niwa. I don't blame him, I'm worried about Dark. Niwa needs to be found, and if so, then both my and Satoshi's fears will be allayed.
I need Dark. I miss him. I think I know where I might find him…
The file was heavily encrypted, and the rest of it was undecipherable. Right when we need it most…
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Satoshi Hiwatari's writings.
Daisuke needs to be rescued. I already saved Risa from Argentine, and sealed him safely. Now my father can't release any more really dangerous art pieces, so I think I can save Daisuke. Dark and Krad's time is drawing near, and the Black Wings are beginning to activate. This could be extremely dangerous.
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Three weeks later, a huge explosion of sound and light bombarded Azumano, centering on the Dexter Art Museum. The Black Wings seem to have been rendered safe, and neither Dark or Krad have been seen since then. We are currently investigating many theories. Daisuke Niwa has been tested repeatedly, being shown pictures of his love and not transforming. Is Dark gone for good? Only time can tell. Until 40 years have passed, we'll have no idea if the Niwa and Hikari clans' power still lasts.
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Found in Satoshi's personal files.
I found Daisuke. He was in the place that Krad mentioned, and I was surprised when I got there and saw the familiar flame of his hair. The place I'm talking about, of course, is the ruin where the Toki no Byoushin used to stand. Daisuke's always found a deep love for the place, and I can't blame him.
I finally found him. And I've realized how much I love him.
I need him. So I'll talk to him. He probably misses- no, definitely missed- me too.
Kei is dead, killed by his own greed for the Black Wings. He's no Hikari. But when he died, I could've sworn he whispered "Satoshi…you're wonderful."
I'm becoming more open with my emotions. Maybe it's Daisuke's influence. It's wonderful.
I'm going to bed. Daisuke's staying over here, sleeping on the couch. I've got to get it fixed up for him.
Daisuke Niwa's charges have been fully waived. He is currently living with his parents. Satoshi asked Emiko Niwa if he could stay at the Niwa residence, and his request was granted, since he had nowhere else to stay.
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Daisuke put the last piece of paper back into the heaping folder and wedged it back into the file cabinet. "Wow," he remarked to the bluenette next to him, leaning on his shoulder, "They really kept good tabs on us."
"It was their job," Satoshi bluntly replied, and turned around quickly, sending Daisuke off-balance… and effectively making him fall flat on the ground.
"Ow…"
"Sorry! I didn't know I was leaning so heavily on you!" Satoshi gracefully lent a hand to the floundering redhead, who was currently figuring out which way was up.
Satoshi pulled him up, and suddenly they were face-to-face.
"Y'know, Satoshi…" said Daisuke, beginning to blush, "I never really understood you."
"Me neither," answered the bluenette, then brushed his lips softly against Daisuke's as he muttered, "But that's what makes it all the more mysterious."
Daisuke blushed as Satoshi deepened the kiss.
They danced.
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The Black Wings.
Darkness.
Darkness everywhere.
That was the first thing that Dark was conscious of, as he opened his ethereal eyes. The second thing he was aware of was Krad sitting sadly on the floor, crumpled, almost.
The third thing he realized was that he could fly with his own wings here. Convenient.
"Krad," he called softly.
No response.
Dark walked up to the shining, golden-haired angel and whispered in his ear, "Krad. It's okay. You're okay."
Golden orbs met sly amethyst.
"I hate you," said Krad, letting himself be enveloped by Dark's strong arms.
"I hate you too," replied Dark with equal emotion, softly kissing his other half.
Perfection, he thought, looking at Krad with low-lidded eyes.
They danced.
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And the rest, as they say, is history.
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This account of the discovery of these files was written by an anonymous serviceman. They apparently seem to know a lot more than we do about Dark and Krad, and the world inside the Black Wings.
These files are strictly confidential.
-Chief Of Police, Saehara-
(CONFIDENTIAL! This means you, Takeshi!)
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Thanks so much, reviewers, for sitting out the long, epic wait for this update.
If I get enough reviews, I'll start work on a sequel, but from the Harada girls' diaries! I can see it now…
Especial thanks for those of you who followed me from my other fics. And for those of you who praised the unique format. I try to make these things as different as possible, not the generic "Daisuke and Satoshi get together lemony angst, Dark and Krad get their own bodies through some freak artwork, lemon, lemon, blah…" sort of thing.
Hugs aplenty…
-blake-
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