Is your heart really that cold? - Danti

"Stop, right there," 

With a smug grin plastered onto his face, the man stopped in his tracks before turning around before jokingly putting his hands on his hips.

"Oh hello Dark! Wasn't expecting you around so soon! How have you been? Healing well?" the man poked, irritating Dark even further with a subconscious rub at his side. Hearing Anti hiss quietly behind him, he turned back to the bold man.

"Healing wonderfully thank you. Now, if you don't mind I'd appreciate it if you stopped trying to steal from me," Dark said, his eyes boring into the man. The trio were stood in a dilapidated warehouse where Dark found solace in storing some of his more valuable possessions, including the one that had caused him and Anti to become the whatever they were now. The one that was in the man's hands right now.

"Oh really?" the man replied, acting disappointed. "Well that's a shame, since I feel no need to. And who's the new boy? Green hair doesn't really seem your type, Darkie," the man mocked. At getting no reply but the curling of fists, he chuckled, "What is he your boyfriend or something?"

"Take a look at him, he's going to be the one snapping your fucking neck," Dark pointed out calmly.

At that, the man's smile faltered slightly whilst Anti stalked his way towards him. Drunk with power, Dark watched as his new accomplice kicked the man to the floor before hitting his gun away from the man's shaking hands. 

"Who are you, hmm? Why do you keep trying to make things so fucking difficult?" Anti raged, trying to get anything out of the trembling man held in his iron grip. Getting nothing but whimpers in reply, Dark heard the man's neck snap, Anti's impatience getting the better of him.

Grumbling, Anti dropped the man before walking back to Dark. With a shameful look on his face, he stood next to him and rested his head on his shoulder.

"Sorry," Anti mumbled, staring at the man's now lifeless eyes.

"Why are you sorry?" Dark enquired, not following.

"I'm sorry because I know I didn't wait long enough. I didn't get anything out of him. I got excited. I'm sorry," Anti said, turning his face into Dark's shoulder. Stood as still as a rock, Dark found his hand slowly moving from his side to the small of Anti's back and he felt Anti freeze slightly. He'd only known Anti a couple of hours and yet he could practically hear the gears turning in his head about whether or not to ask about the first show of any affection Dark had shown this whole time. 

"Next time you can have a knife. Just...try and be a bit slower, okay? Everyone loses control the first time," Dark says cautiously, moving his hand away. 

"Lets head back," Dark says, ignoring Anti's inquisitive look that he can tell is searching for some emotion, anything at all. Dark doesn't blame him. It's been a while since he's felt anything at all.

Maybe the new boy might light up some sparks.