#azumano is covered by the same shadow

[dnangelic]

dark can b so fun for detective type muses i think. and by fun i mean frustrating as hell ic. the more you try to dig the more there just. isn't anything, apart from daisuke and the niwa family. real legal name? he doesn't have one. birth certificate, literally any kind of confirmation to his existence outside of his heists? nope. he's a magical artwork, a literal curse on a bloodline. place of residence? family? possessions? nothing, nada, zilch. apart from his hosts, he quite literally is and has nothing beyond his influence, and even then, everybody has at least seen or heard of this man but absolutely nobody knows anything him. his presence is omnipresent even if he himself is so half-transient. it's the poto again.

[fuckyeahkosukeniwa]

Cards: The Magician | Knight of Wands | Three of Pentacles

A sliver of moon hung high in the smoky black sky, rising over the edge of the building, bouncing light off the wrought iron fence and lock mechanism. The figure dressed in black himself paced in front with the scuffing of his boots making him wince each time it pierced the silent night.

Years of studies, of commiserating with Niwas and allies, of reaching out his hand across the battlefield, culminated into one lonely 3am morning.

Come alone.

That had been the price.

Emiko wanted to ambush. Daiki insisted someone wait in the shadows. Towa promised to keep watch from her perch on the sofa. Argentine offered to ride in his pocket. Baku had finished off Kosuke’s tea when the man turned away too long, explaining calmly what he would do and what might happen.

And Daisuke... Daisuke, who had his own fair share of troubles lately, who didn’t tell him today what Dark really thought about all of this, who was at this moment with the Hikari and negotiating as well.

Kosuke rubbed his dry lips with the back of his hand, wiping away the fond smile that had formed despite the nervous anticipation that buzzed in every nerve. His son had grown so much. The Hikari had grown too, from what he’d seen on the beach and in the Niwa home - only briefly, but enough.

Daisuke had met him in the family library as Kosuke collected his notebook and pens, the boy recounting his latest conversation with his fellow tamer, his friend. Things were going well. Kosuke wished he could say the same about his own tentative friendship. Maybe after tonight.

With that Kosuke departed to the meeting place. Just him, his bag, and the empty streets on the way to the Azumano Middle School.

In between the scuffs and pacing, another set of footsteps joined Kosuke, stepping out of the treeline and into the moonlight.

“Thank you for waiting.”

“Hiwatari-san,” Kosuke replied with a nod. It was time to begin.

To his surprise, the dark figure did not touch the lock or the iron gate, much less leap over it like a youthful thief might. Instead it turned and walked in silence, Kosuke a couple paces behind, along the fence. The shadows of the bars stretched into the trees nearby, a prison of darkness covering them.

They walked the entire perimeter of the building. Kosuke’s eyes ached from tiredness by the end. His nerves strung tight, waiting for another policeman to grab him, or a monster to descend from above, or... something worse from the man in front of him.

“You did it after all, Niwa-san.” Hiwatari smiled even wider at Kosuke’s jolt of surprise. “Well done.”

Hiwatari placed a hand on the lock, long fingers barely touching the thick metal that kept the rest of the world out of the school building at night.

“Shall we go to the Black Wings now?”

Or kept something inside.