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Unity	By : Macx Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 2612 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Unity
- 2-Unity 2
- 3-Unity 3
- 4-Unity 4
- 5-Unity 5
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Unity 5
Satoshi walked down from the attic, lost in thought, wondering when
everything had gone downhill so fast. He was almost bowled over by Dark
and the kaitou shot him an apologetic look.

"He's no longer here," Hikari said calmly, stopping the other man in
his tracks. "He left."

"Where to?" Dark demanded.

"I don't know. He needed time to think."

Dark's shoulders dropped in defeat, then his face set in a decisive
mask. "I'll find him," he muttered and raced back downstairs.

"Good luck," Satoshi murmured.

He stood in the middle of the flight of stairs for a few seconds longer,
then descended them completely, walking past the kitchen and straight into
the small room he kept as an office. He shut the door and leaned his head
against it.

When had his life taken such a drastic turn?
* * *
Daisuke hadn't seen nor heard his lover for over an hour and by now
he worried about him. Satoshi probably knew that Daisuke had been told
about the figurine, but it wasn't like Hikari to avoid him completely.
He had never done so before. So Daisuke looked for him. The attic was empty,
so was the garden, and he stopped in front of the door to the office.

Knocking, he waited for an answer.

When none came, he called his lover's name.

Satoshi had spent the last hour thinking about nothing but the figurine.
Why had he created it? What had he been thinking? Had he been thinking
at all?

The answer was easy: no, he hadn't. He had followed his emotions and
it had resulted in that.

Shit.

When Daisuke knocked at the door he briefly contemplated ignoring the
call, but then he opened. And he looked at his lover of close to four years
now, the man he knew so well , who had saved him.

"Satoshi."

His name. Spoken softly and lovingly. Brown eyes were filled with warmth
and Satoshi found himself craving it like a drowning man.

Daisuke stopped in front of him, smiling tenderly, and then wrapped
his arms around him, pulling him close. Satoshi let him, falling into that
wanted warmth, that strong embrace, and held on. Their lips met in a soft
expression of love, of affection, and Daisuke ran his hands through the
long strands.

They stood together for a very long time, neither man talking, just
holding each other, until Daisuke finally pushed back a little.

"Sato?"

"Hm?"

"Can I see it?"

Satoshi closed his eyes. "I'm not sure that's a good idea."

"Just once. I know the danger, but I only want to see it one time,
Satoshi. Then we bury it forever. Please?"

Finally Hikari nodded, detaching himself completely and taking his
lover's hand. "Come with me," he murmured.
*
Daisuke looked at the figurine, breathless, taken by the sheer beauty
and love it radiated. It was wonderful, amazing and, Dark had been right,
dangerous. He turned to his lover and pulled him into a fierce, hard kiss.

"It's beautiful, Sato. Like you."

Satoshi smiled, slightly embarrassed, then put his only work of art
back into the box. "It's sealed. No one will ever see it."

"I saw it. Thank you."

Satoshi turned to him, his back to the once again stowed away figurine.
"It expresses all I feel," he confessed. "I can't put it into words."

"Did you name it?"

He nodded slowly. "Unity," he whispered.

"Very fitting." Daisuke smiled. "I love you, Hikari Satoshi. Very much.
With everything I am."

And they were in each other's arms again, Daisuke seeking Satoshi's
mouth, hungrily kissing him, holding him close.

"I don't deserve you," Satoshi murmured after a while.

Daisuke grinned and it wasn't unlike the expression Dark always wore.
Cocky, self-assured, very much teasing. "Yep, you're right, but you got
me. I don't come with a refund guarantee and you can't take me back to
the pound."

Satoshi snorted, eyes sparkling with amusement at the words. "They
wouldn't take you back anyway. You're too spoiled."

Daisuke nipped at his lips, running the tip of his tongue over them.
"Uh-huh. So you got me. For good. For keeps."

"Damn," Satoshi muttered, unable to keep from smiling.

Daisuke just kissed him again, pushing him gently against the wall,
proceeding to plunder his mouth. Hands pushed up the t-shirt Satoshi was
wearing, seeking skin and finding it.

"Want you," he whispered against the closest ear, treating the ear
lobe to a gentle teething.

Satoshi groaned encouragingly and they separated, two pairs of very
heated eyes meeting.

They might not even make it to the bedroom, Daisuke decided. But hell
if he cared.
* * *
Dark found his other half where he wouldn't have suspected him at all.
Then again, maybe he should have thought of this place first. It was where
they had come from, it was where they had been and it was where the final
battle had fused them together again.

Memories came back of that time, of fighting for their lives, of magic
crackling in the underground half-dome structure. He remembered Krad's
wild, close to insane expression, the glow in his eyes, the power of his
blasts. Dark had done what had been necessary, sacrificing himself to save
Daisuke and the town. He had willingly plunged into the Black Wings, pulling
Krad along, only to fall victim to the demon's Plan B � which had backfired
in the end.

They had returned to the place where they had come from. Three hundred
years after their birth, each changed from the entity that had emerged
from the artwork, each an individual but still yearning and craving for
the other half. Dark had never admitted it to himself, but he had felt
pulled toward Krad. The demon had shown it more clearly, almost obsessively,
but within Dark the craving had been more subtle. They belonged together,
darkness and light, and it would always be there, this connection, this
bond. Neither was a copy of the other, neither was the original. They had
been one once, but now, after such a long time, they were individuals,
each with his own hopes and dreams, fears and nightmares, wants and needs.

Walking into the hall that had once housed the sealed Black Wings,
Dark marveled at the size of the underground room. No one would suspect
that something like this was underneath the ruin of the old cathedral.
No one would have suspected a lot of things in this town. The cathedral
had been destroyed in that last discharge of magic, but the underground
chambers were still intact.

A lot from the fight was still a silent reminder of that day. The massive
chains that lay discarded on the floor and which had once held and sealed
the Black Wings. The altar-like contraption that had housed the seal's
locking mechanism. No dust had settled, as if even the smallest molecule
was afraid to stay here too long. Everything was simply cast in twilight,
forever frozen in that moment after the reunion. Even the shattered pieces
of the demonic skull that had protected the lock were still strewn around
the now useless locking mechanism.

And in the middle of it, there was Krad.

Dark watched the white-clad figure. The demon had his wings out, folded
on his back, and the blond hair seemed to flow in the waves of magic emanating
from him. He couldn't last like this, without a human host to restore him,
but so far there was no danger of him falling on his face. And he looked
lost. Despite the impressive sight, he looked lost and alone and very,
very small.

No wonder in this cathedral room, Dark mused.

There wasn't a single piece of the Black Wings left. It had been blown
to smithereens. Krad stood next to a severed link of the giant chains that
had held the Black Wings, gazing thoughtfully at it.

"A fitting place to end it all," he said calmly, not looking at Dark
but clearly aware of his presence. "There's still power here, in these
chains."

Dark steeled himself. "It's also a place for a new beginning."

A soft chuckle, mirthless and black. "I think we reached a point in
our future that has no new beginning any more, kaitou. You made that clear."

Dark walked closer. "No," he whispered sharply. "No. I made a mistake
and I'm sorry, Krad. What I said� was uncalled for. I don't even know why
I said it."

"Because it's what you feel, Dark. You finally said it out loud instead
of keeping it bottled up inside." Krad turned and looked at him, face blank.
"You said it yourself not long ago. You hate my face. You hate what I am,
what I represent. Well, not too long ago I wanted to kill you, too."

"Things have changed," Dark argued, coming even closer, drawn to his
other half like a magnet. "We have changed. What I said� I only said it
because I was� angry and disappointed. You sealed the artwork and hid it.
I thought you would have at least told me about it."

"I promised Satoshi not to reveal his secret. I took care of it. It
was dealt with."

Dark gazed into the pained eyes and swallowed. "I understand that now,
Krad. I didn't then. I was� emotional. I didn't mean what I said, believe
me!"

There was longing in Krad's expression. So deep and so intense, it
took Dark's breath away. The demon hadn't wanted all this, but Dark had
forced him into a corner. Now he knew no way out and in a way he had resigned
himself to a certain fate.

"I'm sorry," he whispered again. "Please� give me a chance."

Krad drew a shuddering breath, wings trembling. Dark stepped closer.

"Please," he begged. "I don't want us to be enemies."

"Maybe that's all we're ever meant to be," Krad murmured, sounding
fatalistic. "Dark and light, good and evil. I can't be different. I only
hurt. I never did anything else."

"No! I don't believe this. Three hundred years can't be changed within
a few months, but� I don't want to fight you."

He now was so close to the demon, he could feel the magical tremors
emanating from him.

"I don't," Dark repeated, voice dropping. "I didn't know about your
promise. If I had�"

"It would have changed nothing. You felt betrayed. You can only feel
that if you expected me to do it one day."

"No, Krad. I felt betrayed because I do trust you already. I know you
always keep your promises." He tried a smile. "And your threats, though
I had hoped we were past the 'kill the kaitou' part."

Krad looked away, not moving a facial muscle. Dark reached out and
touched him, just like he had touched him through the connection they shared
before. Now it was a different sensation; much more intimate. He forced
the handsome face to look at him.

"We aren't enemies, Krad. We are friends. What I said� was brought
on by my emotions. By feeling so betrayed. If I had expected you to do
something like it, I wouldn't have felt so� hurt." He smiled a little.
"And I don't want anyone to seal you, to take you away."

Krad forcefully separated himself from the kaitou, but there was a
flicker in those inhuman eyes. Something that told Dark that he wasn't
on a losing ground. His wings opened partially, as if he was about to flee
� or attack -- but he didn't.

"I don't think you can only hurt, Krad," Dark added softly. "You are
much more than that. You proved it with Satoshi. You proved it to me. Please
give me another chance� It's all I want."

After a very long moment of silence, in which the golden eyes shifted
through a myriad of emotions, Krad finally nodded.

A tender smile graced the kaitou's lips. "Thank you," he said sincerely.
"You won't regret it."

"Maybe. But maybe you will."

He shook his head, dark bangs flying. "No. Never."

Krad looked dubious, but he kept his mouth.

"How about we leave this dark and dreary place?" Dark went on. "I'd
like to get some fresh air�"

He stepped back a little, inviting the demon to come with him. He was
glad to hear the footsteps following him into the warm night air. The two
men stood next to each other and Dark looked into the star-speckled sky,
smiling a little.

"You know� it is beautiful. Satoshi's work."

Krad glanced at him, eyes narrowing, but when he found no lie, he nodded.
"It's amazing."

"He's a true Hikari. He captures beauty and soul, warmth and life."

Krad uneasily moved his wings.

Dark met the golden eyes, smile widening. "When I looked at it� I wondered
what he saw when he created the figurine."

"All art is open for interpretation. An artist pours his love and wants
and dreams into it. The meaning is in the eye of the beholder."

"Yeah, it is. Always. You can see everything in it. Closeness, love,
trust� black and white. Wanna know what I saw when I looked at it?"

Krad didn't say anything, but he twitched an eyebrow.

"Us," Dark said, face softening, violet eyes deep pools in the smooth,
handsome face.

Krad blinked. He was about to say something, but then thought better
of it.

"Black and white," Dark continued, still soft-voiced. "Yin and yang.
A unity. It's what we should be, Krad. The two of us. Together."

With that he opened his wings and took off into the sky, leaving a
very bemused demon behind.

Well, Macx is now almost on her way to her well-deserved vacation, so
the follow-ups will take a while (a month.... don't scream!). There's more,
of course. A lot! We won't let it end here (Lara's still here and doing,
hopefully, some betas <g>)
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