Again. That same dream. Again. I'm always in another dark museum. I don't know the name or location but those aren't important. What's important is that He's here. He's come to claim yet another prize, yet another victory. I haven't been able to stop Him yet, but I will. This time, I will. I give chase, and He naturally flees for the dark night He's named for. But this time.... He doesn't get away. How can He, when this is my life? _My entire life_. He can't escape from that. From me. Caught at last, He glares at me for only a moment before starting to prattle on about something or another, most likely teasing me or the inept guards as usual. I don't know what He says exactly but like where we are--it is unimportant. All that is important, all that matters is that He is finally caught. He's _mine_. And that's when it happens. He changes. A set of worried, frightened eyes replace the gleaming and taunting purple set that was there only a moment before. The hair changes shape and color and the body is suddenly smaller, like a student I know well.... Daisuke Niwa. He looks at me pleadingly, eyes brimming with tears, and begs for me to let him go. I want to, of course. I.... I could never want to hurt Niwa-kun. However, to let him go also means to let Him go.... And that's when I wake up. Dammit!! I am not usually easily frustrated. Or easily made upset. Or easily anything, really. I don't remember when I became like this, so cold and.... almost unfeeling really.... but like aspects of my dream, that is also not important. I have had the ability to suppress most of my emotions for as long as I can remember. This.... situation.... however, has thoroughly tested that knack of mine.... DAMMIT!!! Why?! Why Niwa-kun?! I knew.... I always knew he would become Him. Still.... still.... I am such a fool. How can a person I care so much for, I person I never wish to see even slightly harmed by the same person as.... Him?! He who I hate, who I despise! The only creature who can ever truly make me angry. He who I hate. He who I dream about. He who I wish to own. I want to hurt Him.... I want to watch Him squirm, cry out.... wipe that cocky grin off of His face but.... If I were to truly do anything to Him, I would likely hurt Niwa-kun as well and besides, I don't wish Niwa-kun to ever see that side of me. He is a good person.... he feels and loves and cares.... that girl was an idiot to turn him away. He, who I would die without.... He is.... He is.... He is everything.... To everyone else, I'm simply the cold, mature genius of the class. Even to Niwa-kun.... But to Him.... I am a nemesis; someone to be wary of, or even feared. I am _someone_ and I am part of His existence if He likes it or not. That thief.... He won't get away from me. I have not devoted my entire being to some dream that shall go unfulfilled. My wish _will_ come true. I will catch Him. And, maybe, in the process.... I'll catch him as well. --- sabine says : This fic probably doesn't make any sense.... eh. I had fun writing it anyways. I always viewed Satoshi as a slighty sadistic, over-obsessed guy.... I mean, "In order to catch you, I came to life" is pretty heavy stuff o.o;;;;; He seems like he'd worship and despise Dark all at the same time and I tried to convey that.... though I don't think I did a very good job. Smeh.