A/N: Hey! This is my first story, so don't go easy on me.
Just for reference, I'm changing my username from bluegrasscatlover to SatoshiStalker. Hope this doesn't confuse you too much.
Summary: When Satoshi Hiwatari finds something in a dark, dark, alley, who does he go to for help? None other than Daisuke Niwa. SatoDai shonen-ai
Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to my bestest friend and editor, Shaylyn.
The day was especially warm, even for spring and many were using it as an opportunity to go walking outside, mostly in pairs. There was much talking and laughing, but there was one who did not seem to take as much joy from this walk. A young boy in his teen years strolled down the street with a look of utmost concentration on his pale face. This was often the way for the certain teenager, but in this mass of happy people, he looked much out of place, his soft blue hair making him stand out even more. Though these two things combined earned him several odd looks, the young bluenette took no notice. He was too busy thinking about his counterpart, a tall blond. Lately, the blond had taken to staying in the far reaches of Satoshi's mind, throwing in his sadistic comments less and less often. Though Satoshi was not one to worry, especially not about Krad, he could not help but wonder about what had brought about this change.
A sudden crash caused Satoshi to snap out of his reverie, and when he did, he was surprised to find himself in an alley. It was dark in contrast to the strong afternoon sun and so it was some time before Satoshi's eyes were able to grow accustomed to the change in light. Once they did, the young boy was able to make out the outlines of several cardboard boxes of various sizes. Inside these he saw several lumps, which he guessed to be old things that previous others had discarded.
Satoshi started to turn back towards the crowded street, but stopped when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eyes. Had it been only his imagination, or had it come from inside the large garbage bag? Satoshi paused for a few moments to see if anything would happen, and when nothing did, he turned back once more. But what came next was so sudden that even with the bluenette's amazing reflexes nothing could be done to stop the advancing blur.
The warm afternoon light filtered in through the open window, settling on a clean canvas. Standing next to it was a young teen, a look of distress on his face. He was clad in a pair of slightly baggy pants and a dark forest green T-shirt. On top of this, he wore a paint-splattered apron, one that had obviously been used many times before. Clenched between his teeth, the teen held a paintbrush. His tired ruby eyes were open in anguish, accenting the bright red hair piled upon the teens head.
Daisuke Niwa was in a state of near panic. The entries for the art festival were due in less than a month, and he hadn't even started his, not so much as an idea even.
/You'd better start that thing soon/
The purple-haired thief was calm as he spoke, the red head's panic having not yet reached him. Though he would never admit it, Dark wanted Daisuke to succeed in his attempt to create a winner, and he wanted to help. However, he was an art thief himself and not an artist of any kind, unless one counted his thefts, and so he could offer no assistance. However, he could think of one who might have been able to inspire the distressed teen.
/You know, you could always ask Creepy-Boy for help, him being a Hikari and all/ added the mocking thief.
"Where in the world did you get that idea?" reproached Daisuke. "As if I would ever ask him for help…"
In truth, Daisuke had thought of doing just that, but he hadn't wanted to bother his blue-haired classmate. "He probably has more important things to do." He had thought.
/You know you want to/ answered Dark, smirking. /Don't forget I can read your thoughts/
Daisuke cursed silently. He had almost forgotten about that. "I've got to remember to shield those." He thought and was about to respond back to the dark-haired thief, when the doorbell rang.
Momentarily forgetting about his current predicament, Daisuke went to the door, all the while wondering who it could possibly be. Takeshi was at a journalistic expo for the weekend, Riku was at a soccer game, and Risa…well she wasn't about to visit him. But when he opened the door, the person standing on the welcome mat was the last person he would ever have expected.
A/N: Thats all for now.