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'So. . . either the destruction of the artifact and/or the accident resulted in a duplicate of you replacing Krad?'
'Do you always explain everything in detail to Krad?'
'. . . no. In fact I'd rather not waste my time discussing it with you except I thought you might have some insight into. . .'
'Just wondering.' Sighed Dark. 'It might seem that way.'
'What?'
'You're presuming Daisuke was telling you the truth.'
Being a detective Satoshi couldn't help but be a little embarrassed at this oversight. It really hadn't occurred to him Daisuke might have lied about something so important.
'Daisuke wouldn't . . . '
'Are you sure?' Interrupted Dark knowingly. 'Everyone that's spent the last 14 years living inside Daisuke's head raise your hand." Dark sniffed hautily (again paradoxing the whole 'incorporeal' thing). "What is Krad like?'
Satoshi shivered and cursed himself for having the telltale reaction.
'I thought so. . .' Dark answered with a hint of sympathy. 'You think Daisuke wouldn't take that for your sake?'
'. . . '
'Or maybe I'm Krad playing some twisted mind game with you.'
'. . . '
'Or maybe you're just very insane and none of us are real.'
Satoshi didn't even want to consider that one. . . preferably not the mind game either.
'So the first thing we need to do is determine if Daisuke is lying, then try to figure out how to swap us back, neeee?'
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Krad was pissed (and not in the drank too much kinda way). He'd thought Satoshi as a tough cookie to crack, but it was child's play to break out of the ice prison compared to the garbage dump this brat called a mind. If all the Niwa's structured their minds like this it would almost explain Dark's existence.
Yeah. If Krad wanted to get out of there it was going to take some heavy duty emotion just to get over the background noise - probably something like *shudder* love. . . hate would be better (heaven knows Sato-chan might be the coldest bastard on earth but he still provided enough angst and frustration to allow Krad out on average once or twice a week) but the brat didn't seem to be too burdened with the more negative emotions. Krad scowled.
"Okasan!" Whined the wingmaster as the mother pulled a fluffy lilac sweater over the boy's head. "Dark's gonna kill me! He says he'll stand out too much and we'll get caught!"
'Dark's not here. I'll kill you though.'
"I can't wear this! It's too girly!" He moaned to his mother.
'I like it.' Said Krad to be a contrary pain in the ass.
He wished he had put just a little more effort into making that sound sarcastic as the boy looked horrified into the mirror.
'I'd never wear anything like that myself!' He sputtered enraged. 'I meant I like it on you!'
What was that about frying pans and fires?
Emiko looked on as Daisuke went a little pale, maybe it had been too soon after the accident to send out a notice after all.
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"No Krad. I don't think it's called kidnapping if you're not really. . . alive, even if I did take you against your will." Daisuke sighed. "No. Grave-robbing is not a better term." He mumbled to himself.
'You're never going to pass for Dark.' Murmured Krad peevishly.
Daisuke was a little startled at the proclamation, it was the first thing Krad had said that wasn't derogatory or just plain contrary (sure still negative, but just a statement of fact).
"So, you do have moments of coherency, I was beginning to wonder if you were just going to spend the rest of our lives raving back there." Daisuke continued to black his hair in the public restroom mirror. "I don't have to, that's what with is for. I just have to be a little discreet, there aren't that many red-heads around."
Krad hmpfed and went back to raving, much to Daisuke's chagrin.
'You underestimate. . . them.'
"Eh?"
'You hoped to fool someone who spent the majority of their life in your head and someone who makes a living as an investigator?'
"Um. I kinda hoped they would argue and stuff to make it easier?"
'Idiot.'
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DarkWith jumped the rooftops easily attracting attention from the gaping onlookers, or rather distracting attention form the shadow at street level headed for the same destination.
Satoshi gasped in surprise seeing the phantom thief.
'So much for him not showing up.' Satoshi remarked to the equally surprised Dark.
'How the. . .?' Could creepy boy be right about there being two Dark Mousy's? It was . . . was . . a super cool idea! And then he saw the slightly glazed look in his double's eyes. 'Uhm. . . Hiwatari?'
'What?'
'Where is whatever it is I'm supposed to be stealing being kept?'
'The vault of course.'
'Uhn. Well. That's With.'
Satoshi didn't need Dark to explain the rest, he'd seen the little shapeshifter in action often enough to realize it was a diversion. He walked easily from the room Saehara had staked so as not to attract attention before breaking into an easy jog to cover the few rooms to the Museums secure store area. Sure enough they found their foe clutching the figurine protectively. Startled Daisuke stared at them wide-eyed, before charging.
Krad was amused. Well for a microsecond before realizing the boy wasn't as insane as himself after all.
'Duck!' Warned Dark when Daisuke snapped off a couple of quick kicks before vaulting Satoshi's momentarily disabled figure. For once he was glad of the rigorous kaitou training. 'He's headed for the roof!'
Of course. They always headed for the roof. Easiest place for winged kaitou's to escape from.
'Oh they won't escape.' Mused Dark. 'With answers to me first.'
'The rat betrays us.' Muttered Krad as with returned to his demon state and stood beside Satoshi in response to Dark's mental command.
'Us?'
"You don't understand anything!" Screamed Daisuke backed up to one of the walls. "It's better this way!" He backed up to the edge of the building looking over for a tree or rail or anything he could use to get away.
'How is it better?' Remarked Krad with just a hint of curiosity. 'I am still stuck with you,.'
"Come away from the edge!" Warned Satoshi panicked.
'I don't suppose you will give me control of your body?' Like getting stuck in Dark's head. Brr. Krad added conversationally as though his host wasn't threatening to throw himself off a tallish building. 'No, I suppose not. You owe me.' And Krad retired to the back of Daisuke's mind.
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'Please tell me the sociopathic former inhabitant of your mind did not just let my former host use his wings.' Remarked Dark dryly.
Somewhere, 3 floors down Saehara and crew were cheering that Dark had not successfully invaded the museum. Satoshi gave them maybe 2 minutes before they realized a Kaitou had been and gone.
' . . . '
'I thought for sure they'd be arguing and stuff . . .'
3. . . 2. . .1. . . Saehara's cursing penetrated the night.
Satoshi had to strain to hear Dark's horrified whisper.
'. . . I can't believe she tried to dress me in that.'
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'So. . . either the destruction of the artifact and/or the accident resulted in a duplicate of you replacing Krad?'
'Do you always explain everything in detail to Krad?'
'. . . no. In fact I'd rather not waste my time discussing it with you except I thought you might have some insight into. . .'
'Just wondering.' Sighed Dark. 'It might seem that way.'
'What?'
'You're presuming Daisuke was telling you the truth.'
Being a detective Satoshi couldn't help but be a little embarrassed at this oversight. It really hadn't occurred to him Daisuke might have lied about something so important.
'Daisuke wouldn't . . . '
'Are you sure?' Interrupted Dark knowingly. 'Everyone that's spent the last 14 years living inside Daisuke's head raise your hand." Dark sniffed hautily (again paradoxing the whole 'incorporeal' thing). "What is Krad like?'
Satoshi shivered and cursed himself for having the telltale reaction.
'I thought so. . .' Dark answered with a hint of sympathy. 'You think Daisuke wouldn't take that for your sake?'
'. . . '
'Or maybe I'm Krad playing some twisted mind game with you.'
'. . . '
'Or maybe you're just very insane and none of us are real.'
Satoshi didn't even want to consider that one. . . preferably not the mind game either.
'So the first thing we need to do is determine if Daisuke is lying, then try to figure out how to swap us back, neeee?'
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Krad was pissed (and not in the drank too much kinda way). He'd thought Satoshi as a tough cookie to crack, but it was child's play to break out of the ice prison compared to the garbage dump this brat called a mind. If all the Niwa's structured their minds like this it would almost explain Dark's existence.
Yeah. If Krad wanted to get out of there it was going to take some heavy duty emotion just to get over the background noise - probably something like *shudder* love. . . hate would be better (heaven knows Sato-chan might be the coldest bastard on earth but he still provided enough angst and frustration to allow Krad out on average once or twice a week) but the brat didn't seem to be too burdened with the more negative emotions. Krad scowled.
"Okasan!" Whined the wingmaster as the mother pulled a fluffy lilac sweater over the boy's head. "Dark's gonna kill me! He says he'll stand out too much and we'll get caught!"
'Dark's not here. I'll kill you though.'
"I can't wear this! It's too girly!" He moaned to his mother.
'I like it.' Said Krad to be a contrary pain in the ass.
He wished he had put just a little more effort into making that sound sarcastic as the boy looked horrified into the mirror.
'I'd never wear anything like that myself!' He sputtered enraged. 'I meant I like it on you!'
What was that about frying pans and fires?
Emiko looked on as Daisuke went a little pale, maybe it had been too soon after the accident to send out a notice after all.
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"No Krad. I don't think it's called kidnapping if you're not really. . . alive, even if I did take you against your will." Daisuke sighed. "No. Grave-robbing is not a better term." He mumbled to himself.
'You're never going to pass for Dark.' Murmured Krad peevishly.
Daisuke was a little startled at the proclamation, it was the first thing Krad had said that wasn't derogatory or just plain contrary (sure still negative, but just a statement of fact).
"So, you do have moments of coherency, I was beginning to wonder if you were just going to spend the rest of our lives raving back there." Daisuke continued to black his hair in the public restroom mirror. "I don't have to, that's what with is for. I just have to be a little discreet, there aren't that many red-heads around."
Krad hmpfed and went back to raving, much to Daisuke's chagrin.
'You underestimate. . . them.'
"Eh?"
'You hoped to fool someone who spent the majority of their life in your head and someone who makes a living as an investigator?'
"Um. I kinda hoped they would argue and stuff to make it easier?"
'Idiot.'
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DarkWith jumped the rooftops easily attracting attention from the gaping onlookers, or rather distracting attention form the shadow at street level headed for the same destination.
Satoshi gasped in surprise seeing the phantom thief.
'So much for him not showing up.' Satoshi remarked to the equally surprised Dark.
'How the. . .?' Could creepy boy be right about there being two Dark Mousy's? It was . . . was . . a super cool idea! And then he saw the slightly glazed look in his double's eyes. 'Uhm. . . Hiwatari?'
'What?'
'Where is whatever it is I'm supposed to be stealing being kept?'
'The vault of course.'
'Uhn. Well. That's With.'
Satoshi didn't need Dark to explain the rest, he'd seen the little shapeshifter in action often enough to realize it was a diversion. He walked easily from the room Saehara had staked so as not to attract attention before breaking into an easy jog to cover the few rooms to the Museums secure store area. Sure enough they found their foe clutching the figurine protectively. Startled Daisuke stared at them wide-eyed, before charging.
Krad was amused. Well for a microsecond before realizing the boy wasn't as insane as himself after all.
'Duck!' Warned Dark when Daisuke snapped off a couple of quick kicks before vaulting Satoshi's momentarily disabled figure. For once he was glad of the rigorous kaitou training. 'He's headed for the roof!'
Of course. They always headed for the roof. Easiest place for winged kaitou's to escape from.
'Oh they won't escape.' Mused Dark. 'With answers to me first.'
'The rat betrays us.' Muttered Krad as with returned to his demon state and stood beside Satoshi in response to Dark's mental command.
'Us?'
"You don't understand anything!" Screamed Daisuke backed up to one of the walls. "It's better this way!" He backed up to the edge of the building looking over for a tree or rail or anything he could use to get away.
'How is it better?' Remarked Krad with just a hint of curiosity. 'I am still stuck with you,.'
"Come away from the edge!" Warned Satoshi panicked.
'I don't suppose you will give me control of your body?' Like getting stuck in Dark's head. Brr. Krad added conversationally as though his host wasn't threatening to throw himself off a tallish building. 'No, I suppose not. You owe me.' And Krad retired to the back of Daisuke's mind.
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'Please tell me the sociopathic former inhabitant of your mind did not just let my former host use his wings.' Remarked Dark dryly.
Somewhere, 3 floors down Saehara and crew were cheering that Dark had not successfully invaded the museum. Satoshi gave them maybe 2 minutes before they realized a Kaitou had been and gone.
' . . . '
'I thought for sure they'd be arguing and stuff . . .'
3. . . 2. . .1. . . Saehara's cursing penetrated the night.
Satoshi had to strain to hear Dark's horrified whisper.
'. . . I can't believe she tried to dress me in that.'