The shodowy demon sat at his desk. He didn't know what he felt, nor saw. He didn't speak to anyone. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he just worked or... Stared. At nothing in particular, he looked forward. No one told him to do anything, they felt bad. Dark tried his hardest to act normal, and he wasn't doing a good job. When someone asked how he was doing, he just death stared them and walked over to his desk.

Other alternatives had reported that they hear him mumble stuff. "Its been two years.... That's four thousand in the human world." Or "don't show your weak.". He went angry sometimes, slamming his fist on the desk or slapping stuff off his desk. But his face never changed.

He didn't want to admit that he missed him, the only time he did talk was when someone asked if he had someone at home. He choke held them and yelled "Yes! Yes. I. Do." And dropped him to the floor. But deep down in his dark heart, or his empty pit that was his soul, he missed him. He missed him like the sun if it had gone missing. Five more years. Five more years, could he do it? No. He would die of waiting.

He had no one to hold, no that was perfect for him or just in general, no one to call his, no one to say... "I love you" to. Dark thought he could do it. He thought he could be patient. But he should have known better. When had he been patient in anything? He hated waiting for the bus, but he made it bearable. They would find a bench and cuddle, keeping him warm but without him, he was cold and alone.

He lost vision of the real world that day, only thinking about him. His soft hair and how it tickled his neck all the time, his tiny curvy body and how he claimed ownership of it. No one interrupted his daydreaming, only because a small smile was on his lips. Dark dreamt of him, not paying attention to the important things, but him. Nothing but him. He didn't care about the other things. All him.

But he snapped out of it. He couldn't let anyone know about it. And soon he was back to being...

Emotionless.

Not a care in the world. Only him. He's never felt like this before, he never left him before. They bad been together for thousands of years, and they had never left each others side for this long. The war was just as rough as the one he had in his heart. Why were we fighting again? Oh right. World peace. But how do you get peace out of war?

He had done war missions before, usually ones close to home, but when your famous for being in wars, or even being a KING, its hard to do that. He had to leave him behind.

One day something was off. Everyone was a bit gitty. I mean, the war was over, we had won. But we had a party two weeks ago and we still have some work to do.

"Do you mind telling me why in here?" A voice like music rang in Darks ears. One of his coworkers tilted his head as if to signal him. Dark got up grumbling and confused, swinging around into the hallway. A crowd of people were infront of him, chattering and small yelps from the center all of it stopped when they saw Dark.

The crowd opened up like a door. It felt like a bullet hit him. A wave of emotions, surprise, joy... Happiness. Tears sprinkled his eyes. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He couldn't lie to him self. "Anti?! Is that you?" He blerted out running over to him and scooping him up, spinning him around. "Yes Dark! Its me!" Anti replied happily putting his hands on his cheeks.

Dark didn't even think as he kissed him passionately. Everyone clapped and wooted as the embrace got tighter, Dark held the back of Anti's neck, holding him closer. Tears sprinkled Anti's many eyes and Darks two.

They never left each other's side again.