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KILL HIM – Happily ever after.
Biting hard against his lip, Dark searched again for the red head.
"DAISUKE!" He called out soundlessly, "DAISUKE?" The words echoed out inside his head, but not exiting his mouth, "Daisuke!" His voices seemed to dull, "Daisuke?" Tears glazed over his eyes, "Daisuke! Please answer? Pleeease answer me! Answer me, Dai! Please, Daisuke, please…please just say you're safe and happy, please just… Just can we all just live HAPPILY EVER AFTER!"
"S-Sorry…" Satoshi whispered, his small voice echoed around the vast endless silver sea that Charles called Heaven, "I…I didn't mean to…" His shy, cold voice replaced his outraged tone.
Riku didn't care, how could I be so stupid! She cursed herself, trying to comfort the guy that no one likes…that every one likes except me… I hate him – I hate 'Charles' – Why does every one have to LIE to me! Why can't me and my Dai live together in peace – can't we just live happily ever after?
Sound erupted all around the stunned boy, moaning and mourning echoed from the mouths and minds of the surrounding bodies – calling him, begging him to save them, asking him to send messages to loved ones, hated ones, pain, suffering: the reality death.
He tried to clear his head, making room only for the rescue of Satoshi. Satoshi, Satoshi, Satoshi, Satoshi – Riku! Sure enough, the deep red hair of Riku floated by Satoshi, her painful eyes staring at him, wanting to believe he was swimming in front of her.
"Riku?"
Her eyes spoke for her.
Oh my god…! I did kill all of those people! RIKU! "R-R-Riku! Tears flooded out of his eyes, the girl he loved before him, he wanted to embrace her, to smile, to make her smile. But the eyes were a burden of hatred and agony – nothing could rid her of that. He'd put her through that. Thoughts of Satoshi trickled out of his mind, his head filling with the painful reality of Riku. Riku…He didn't get the same brilliant thrill as he did when he looked at her now, was it him? Or had they both changed?
His eyes widened for a second time, why was he so angry? What did he have against Riku? Sure, he may feel slightly jealous of her from time to time, but not enough to call her…that.
Then he realized. No one else had ever made him feel so happy, so content, so in love. He loved the boy in front of him, Satoshi loved Daisuke.
With his new found energy, he swam with surprising speed towards Daisuke, his head pounding, his temples aching with this new emotion.
"…Daisuke…" His arms closed around the boy, and the pain in his head seemed to vanish just as quick as the barrier between them, all the death and pain seemed to disappear. This was how Satoshi wanted it to be forever, for Daisuke and him just to…be like this, to live happily ever after.
Daisuke's expression changed to complete shock, then soft, sad smile spread across his face, his arms closed around Satoshi, locked in a painful, happy, agonizing, wonderful, frightening, joyful embrace, they just hung there, suspending in the water, all eyes on them.
Strength seemed to flow out of Dark, leaving him defenceless and lost. "Daisuke…" He mouthed the words. He just wanted to float here forever – to feel nothing, the pain of life not reaching him. He felt completely worthless. Left out in the cold for the cruel world to swallow him – kill him – destroy him, leave him with nothing except the pain of a broken heart.
All the sorrow and agony flowing freely around the Silver Sea – the only person remotely happy was the blue haired Satoshi, every one else deep in thought about Daisuke.
She ignored them.
The priest muttered some type of prayer, and the black coffin was lifted down into the hole in the ground, soon to become Riku's grave, "Bye bye Riku," Risa whispered to herself, and to her sister, who she hoped would hear these words, "Riku, I'm sorry about…all the things that…" She paused, thinking carefully about her choice of words, "That you didn't like," She ended weakly.
All around her, people muttered apologies and wishes to her dead sister, Risa tried to block them out, 'Riku, thanks for every thing you did', 'Hey, Riku, you were a good person,' 'Rest in peace, Riku'. Half these people didn't even know her, didn't even want to be here. They mean well…She battled against herself, she turned to leave before every one came up to her and started talking about Riku – she didn't want to be reminded. Reminded of the sharp metal sticking out of the girl's open heart, the tear stained eyes staring at her in the doorway, filled with death. Risa shook her head, shaking the thoughts out of her traumatised head.
"Hey, Risa?" A female voice shouted after her, "Hey? Hey! Hey Risa, over here!"
She glanced round, a woman in a black dress carrying a red umbrella was running after her. She didn't even know this woman.
"Hello," Risa said in a small voice as the woman ran up to her.
"Risa," She said, smiling in what the woman must think was a sympathetic, soothing tone, she put her arms around her, pulling her into a hug, Risa stood there, not exactly sure what to do, "Oh, Riku," The woman sighed, "I know this must be hard for you, but Risa is in a better place."
Risa pulled away, "I am Risa, Riku's my sister."
"Yes, yes, of course." She woman turned away, obviously annoyed.
Risa turned around again to walk out of the graveyard, but a swarm of people were shouting her name, all she wanted was for it to be over.
"Risa?"
"Risa!"
"Risa, come back!"
"Risa honey, I need to talk to you!"
"Sweetie!"
Risa walked out of the gates, and headed home. Her pace quickened, and she started to run.
Every one had been there to wish Riku farewell, every one except three boys. Those three boys had been most evolved in their lives, she sniffed, trying to keep the tears back.
Riku would have wanted Daisuke to be there.
Dark, her Dark.
And Satoshi. Satoshi seemed to be entwined in Riku's web of mystery, but he didn't come. Why did she have to do that to herself? She had so much more to her life than Daisuke. Coming home, filled with theories of Dark and Daisuke being the same person. Coming home saying Dark was dead. Coming home with Satoshi.
Satoshi.
She turned swiftly up a different road, heading towards Satoshi's apartment.
Risa knocked on the door of Satoshi's house softly. No answer. What if he's not in? What if he's out? She battered on the wooden door – pain searing through her knuckles. She needed to see him, she needed someone.
The door swung open slowly.
Face white as paper, knuckles red with blood, curiosity got the better of her. She closed the door behind her softly, stepping into the roomy apartment. "Hello?" She called out, her voice small and weak. She took a sharp intake of air.
What is that! Is that blood!
All around her, a deep pool of blood lay underneath her feet, staining her shoes. Her eyes widened, whose blood is that!
Her heart beat quickening, she took a nervous glance up the hall way. Heart felt screams of terror and disgust chocked in her throat, seeing Satoshi laying there, ragged wound scraped into his chest.
Then she saw Daisuke. Bare chest and black faced, a gaping hole through his heart, too.
Then Dark. Her Dark. Sprawled across the blood strewn floor, his heart matching the others: dead. Riku had been right. Dark dead. Dead Dark. She fell next to him, she couldn't feel the warmth that he'd always given her – she just felt his cold, blood covered skin brush against hers. "D-D-Dark?" She didn't want to believe it – it wasn't true, it couldn't be true – it just couldn't.
But then why was Dark not breathing? Why was he here? Why were Daisuke and Satoshi here? Why was she here?
Tears built up inside her, her chocked voice strangled in her throat. "DARK!" She whimpered, still screaming, "DARK? YOU CAN'T DO THIS! YOU CAN'T BE DEAD!"
She turned her head, "SATOSHI!" She yelled with hate, trying to find a cause for the death, "SATOSHI YOU DID THIS?" Daisuke lay next to him, "DID YOU KILL DAISUKE TOO! DO YOU WANT TO DESTROY EVERY THING THAT WAS GOOD IN PEOPLES LIVES!"
Where had her 'happily ever after' gone now?
"Daisuke," Sound erupted from his mouth, putting a hand speckled with dull silver light on the boys shoulder, "Daisuke, come on."
Daisuke pulled away from the hug quickly, not sure what just happened was real, "Dark?"
The purple haired boy nodded, carefully avoiding his eye contact – not sure he could cope with the pain of Daisuke's emotion, what ever it was.
Satoshi looked surprised at his own actions, but pleased with himself all the same, "Dark? What are you doing here?"
"Saving Daisuke." Dark said emotionlessly, he squinted through the semi-darkness, "Harada, is that you?"
Riku nodded slowly, more tears running out into the silver sea – it hurt to move.
"Don't worry," Daisuke smiled, the silver skin on his bare chest shining in the light, a faint glow hung around him, almost heavenly.
"Come on…" Satoshi repeated Dark's words, turning to look up at the surface. The sun light reflecting off it, giving it a relaxing but unearthly feel to it.
The three boys dragging Riku along behind them, they set off to the world above the Silver Sea.
Riku felt movement flow into her body as she flopped onto the suddenly hard surface of the Silver Sea, but she was to tired to move just now. Her head was aching, her muscles heavy and weak. All she wanted was to go home, to be in her bed, to go to sleep, just to not deal with this at the moment. Unconsciousness washed over her body.
Satoshi grabbed the weathered hand of Charles, pulling himself up into the open, he dropped onto the floor, feeling his head and heart pound with memories and frustration – why wouldn't he move? He felt weak and useless again, letting the thoughts swallow him. It was as if the power he'd felt, the boldness – the ability to do what he thought, to speak the words that were on his lips was flowing out if him, fading away as quickly as the silver shine was fading off his skin.
Daisuke was dragged out of the Sea last, joining the others on the hard floor, he gasped for the breath he'd been deprived of. He felt the water run off his skin, his torso stained with silver, he looked around. Where was he? His mind seemed to desert him, he knew he was here for a reason – an important reason. Why was he silver? What was wrong with him? Questions flooded around him, the pitiful eyes of Charles resting upon him.
"Daisuke?" The tall man asked robotically, sorrow and tension filled his voice.
"What?" That's me, that's me – isn't it? "Daisuke?"
"Daisuke?" Dark said, looking up at them blurrily, trying to hold onto his memories, but it was like trying to catch smoke with your hands. It kept getting away, then it was lost to the human eye, lost to the world.
Riku stopped coughing, and stood up, and addressing every one she said, her tone business like, "So, how are you going to get out of here?" Tiredness weighed her eyelids down, but she ignored the sleep calling to her and looked straight at Daisuke, "Dai, what are we going to do?"
"Dai?" The red head replied blankly.
Riku and Charles shared the same thoughts for a split second, each filled with horror and worry, "W-What!" Riku half yelled.
Satoshi was staring up emotionlessly into the wide silver sky. It was calming. Soothing. Relaxing. It felt good to not have his head paining him, or his heart weighing him down. He focused his eyes – he didn't have the burden any more, he was almost weightless with pure joy. It felt to good to be true. He could just float away, no more worries, no more hatred – he felt he'd done his part in life, he'd got what he'd came for, he'd shared the almighty embrace with Daisuke.
Charles was the first to regain his pose and sinister feel, "Harada?"
"Y-Yeah?"
"Tell them good bye – good bye from me, good bye from Charles."
"What?"
"Good bye Harada, nice meeting you," He lowered his eyes to the floor, to Daisuke.
Their eyes met.
A little boy. Screaming. Wailing to be set free. His Mother hitting him.
School. The boy older now, staring out of the window that was imprisoning him. What kind of school was this?
Not a school.
A prison?
A frail teenager sitting on a bed, staring up out of the same window.
Pain seared through Daisuke's heart as a wound opened above it, blood spat out of the new cut.
A big man coming into the room, grabbing the weak teenager and throwing him out into the open air. The boy gasped for the oxygen, kneeling on all fours on the ground, the man kicked him over, "10 minutes."
The boy nodded sorrowfully, almost robotically. Scared to rebel, knowing what would happen if he did.
The cut on Daisuke's heart opened again, spilling out fresh currents of blood.
A grown man now.
Charles…
Stumbling around the small room, glancing at the closed window – the same window. Just a small concrete room with a bed and a window, nothing special. Charles was crying.
Why?
Lashing out, kicking the window – but no shattered glass showered down on him, nothing. He punching the wall, the fresh blood added to all of the dried blood covering the walls and floor, standing out vividly against the pale colours, in his heart he was longing for the beefy man to storm in and let him outside. He wanted to be outside, he wanted to be free.
"HELLO?" He called out to the door, but no answer came to meet him, "HELLO!" His voice lacked emotion, he was just a shell – a shell with only a spec of soul left in it. "ANY ONE!"
Still no answer.
It was time.
The first cut of many opened up on the younger Charles's chest. He screamed in pain, "What are you doing to me!" He yelled, confusion and pain were the only things he felt, "HELP!" Another cut opened on his stomach, pouring out more putrid blood, he stared at the wounds in disbelief.
Some where, some one was dying.
For every cut that opened on Charles's small frame, somebody died.
Daisuke's eyes widened.
"HEY!" He yelled with pain, "HEY! IN HERE! SOME ONE?"
Footsteps.
"What is it, 7?" An annoyed female voice sounded through the metal door.
"PLEASE! Please, HELP ME!" Another dozen cuts opened on his skin, "I need help!"
"Whats wrong?"
"I'm bleeding!" He whimpered, his torso a sea of red, except for a small space where his heart was.
The door flung open, a blonde woman in a white scientists' coat stood in the door way, she took in the sorry sight and smiled, "7, you've done it!" She grinned.
Done what?
Daisuke never found out, some things remained a mystery, some things remained unanswered, some were best left alone, he looked up at Charles, the single gash on Daisuke's heart stopped bleeding, "Charles?"
"Daisuke! You're bleeding!" Riku rushed forwards to him, gaping at his torso, "You're silver?"
He nodded, smiling, but his happy mood dropped, "Charles, was that you? Was this all…An experiment?"
Charles tried to return the smile that had vanished, but failed, "I don't know, I dreamt about this place," He signalled the vast Silver Sea, "But never wanted it to come out of my dreams. It was a nice place to escape, and I still like it here, after all these years."
Daisuke smiled again, truly.
The woman kept silent, but still tried a fake smile, to please her son, "Don't worry."
"Mummy?"
The little child traded for cold hard cash.
"Mummy?"
The tall man nodded, loosing his sinister pose, becoming that child that he tried to trap, tried to hide away from the dark world.
He jerked his head upwards, for a last look at the sorrowful old man, he was smiling. "Daisuke Niwa," Charles said slowly, in no rush, "Don't think to much about it, okay?" He paused, "Just…Get on with your life – I've lived mine, however sorrowful it may have been, but I can't change it. Now it's your turn, you have to be happy – whats done is done. This place is my home, my dreamland, it's nice that others can share it with me – I'll see you again, hopefully not to soon, when your life time as a human has ended. I'll be waiting for you," His smile became more noticeable at the thought of seeing Daisuke again, "And…" He paused yet again, trying to answer all of the questions burning up inside of Daisuke's head, "Those people…You saw, the ones that…That did this to me… They're dead now, they're right here," He signalled at the waters that Daisuke was floating in, "They lost. They died. I won."
"What?"
"They…Wanted to avoid dying, they wanted to cheat death, by creating…Me, they thought that death would no longer be a part of the human life. But they failed, so…" He smiled, the words stuck in his throat, "Their loss, really," He grinned sheepishly, almost mimicking Daisuke's smile, "I…Can't really explain it…Well, because I don't know what happened…Or how they got me here…Or why I'm here. Maybe one day I'll know, maybe I won't. But I guess the important thing is to…Live your life now, no use…thinking about what happened, or worrying about what will happen…I guess…If you do that…Then you won't get any thing done."
They both smiled, hiding their confusion.
"So…This is…Good bye." Charles said, his voice completely loosing its robotic and mechanical tone and launching into a soft, grand-father like voice.
"For now," They both smiled. So much more wanting to burst out of their mouths, but neither wanting to ruin the moment. There would be more time to talk.
As soon as Dark slipped into the silver shimmer that was the Silver Sea, Charles' daydream, their heaven, his mind jumped out of its slumber, memories poured back into him – emotion took over. The same happened to Satoshi and Riku, each thinking about what they now had.
Each knowing what was going to happen.
Sitting up, Daisuke, Dark and Satoshi sat up, wounds vanishing before their eyes. Risa stepped back, speechless.
"Hello, Miss Harada," Daisuke said, sitting up, his head buzzing with happiness.
"W-Wha? H-H-How?"
Satoshi stood up, the calm, disorientated look showing on his soft featured face. He looked around his house, blood every where. Did it really happen? He looked down at his skin – the silver sheen fading slowly.
Dark grinned, smiling through the blinding headache, he reached over to Daisuke swiftly pulled him into a short, quick hug. They both needed it.
"M-M-M-Mr. Dark!" Risa stuttered, eyes wide.
Satoshi looked at his friends embrace with a crude kind of jealousy – but he knew he was being selfish – they suited each other, a smile crept across his face. I've had my moment with Daisuke, they do…belong together. Daisuke and Dark. But, his smile widened, it's good enough just…being with Daisuke – good to know that we'll always be friends.
"DARK! MR. DARK!" Risa got past the shock and flung her arms around Dark, bringing him to the floor, tears of happiness and fear dropping down onto the purple haired teenager, "Riku said…Riku s-said that you had died!" She screamed, "I'm so glad you're here with me, Mr. Dark!"
Dark patted her on the back awkwardly, with Daisuke laughing, Risa stood up again, blushing, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dark…" She smiled under her flustered red face.
A thought entered Daisuke's head. He stopped laughing abruptly, looking around, filled with fear, he asked, "Where's Riku?"
A stunned silence hung in the air, surrounding them, even Risa knew something was dreadfully wrong, "She…She's in the graveyard, we just finished…burying her."
"Where?" Dark said, scared, briefly walking across the deserted graveyard.
"O-Over there!" Risa squeaked.
The three boys nodded in a business like manner, then ran over to the freshly lain down earth that covered Riku's coffin. Without thinking, each of them dropped to their knees, then started scrambling, rushing in their hidden panic to free Riku.
She felt light headed, her temples ached like hell, her rational mind seemed to abandon her, all she could think of was how she wanted to get out of here, "HELP!" Her body jerked, trying to get out of the small space, bruising every inch of her small frame. She wanted to get out, wanted to stretch her spine out, wanted the fresh air, she couldn't breathe. "HELP ME!" She screeched, she felt to big for this tiny place, it seemed to be getting smaller, but she knew that was just her imagination, "AHHHHHHH!" She yelled, breathing in only to find that there was no oxygen, "HELP!" She gasped, "HELP MEE!" She shouted as loudly as she could, but it was only a small whisper.
A stone?
No.
Coffin?
He hoped so, he cleared the earth surrounding it. A coffin. A small grin crept across his face, a grin of mixed relief. A grin trying to hide the fact that he was scared. "Riku?" He called out, bringing the attention of Satoshi and Dark towards him – their faces lit up as they saw the coffin half covered in earth.
In a matter of seconds, the coffin was clear of mud – and the four teenagers were scrambling at the edges of the death box.
Sunlight bursts into Riku's eyes, blinding her with happiness, she jolted up, stretching her spine, breathing in the oxygen, letting the cold wind wash over her.
She opened her eyes, relieved to see Daisuke, Satoshi, Risa and (strange as it may sound) Dark. "Thank you…" She croaked, her voice small and weak from the strain of shouting.
"No worries!" Daisuke said enthusiastically, grinning with happiness.
"Riku?" Risa stammered, stunned with blind joy, she smiled tearily, "I'm…" She chocked on her words, "I'm glad you're back…" She turned to all of the… dead? Were they dead? She didn't care, what mattered was they were here and happy, "I'm so so soo glad you're all back."
"Yeah…" Satoshi said involuntarily, "Me too."
"Same!" Daisuke smiled wider.
Dark nodded silently, the happiness he was feeling not allowing him to speak.
They all stood up at once, beaming at each other.
Grinning.
Happy.
Smiling.
Grinning.
Happy.
Loving.
Smiling.
Grinning.
Happy.
The sun gleamed on his silver torso, lighting up the faint scar across his heart – the only remnants of the Silver Sea they had apart from their different memories.
Dark looked down at Daisuke's hand in his, "Yeah…" He smiled, "Our happy ever after."
Any ways, I really loved writing it – oh, and you have to tell me what you think of my first fanfiction! Pleeease! review, review, review!
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