Hello! Shinata here. This is my first fanfiction that I actually tried to write. It is a Daisuke x Takeshi and Krad x Takeshi, as stated in the description. If you don't like fluffy yaoi/ shounen-ai, don't read or flame it! Also, in this chapter there isn't much yaoi/ shounen-ai content, but in the later chapters, there will be! There is no need to worry!

NOTE: I DO NOT OWN D.N. ANGEL! IF I OWNED D.N. ANGEL DAISUKE WOULD BE YAOI. END OF STORY! D.N. Angel belongs to the dude who made it.

Enjoy the story!

Prince Takeshi sat in a simple wooden chair by his open window; his head rested on a closed hand, as the wind blew through his short, pale brown hair. His eyes, which were the same color as his hair, searched the streets below for the red headed boy that walked by every day. He wore a white shirt with long, puffy sleeves, and brown pants; over his shirt, he wore a mahogany tunic. His bare feet rested on the cold stone floor; the slippers he was supposed to wear around the castle were lost in some dark corner of his room. Next to the window and chair he sat in was his bed; across from the bed, past the window sat his bureau that held his clothes in its drawers and a picture of his parents on its top. Behind the prince sat a shelf full of magnificent artifacts that supposedly held the power of magic.

Takeshi had been pondering whether he should go out of his window, or try and sneak past the guards and go outside when he heard his name being called. He got up and stepped onto the windows edge when a servant walked into the room. Takeshi took a glance at the sky as if to ask god why he did this to him.

"I never thought you would consider committing suicide, Prince." The voice spat out the word in almost absolute disgust.

Takeshi jumped back into the room and looked at the blue-headed servant, "I hope you know, Servant Hikari, that I can get you hanged for speaking to me in such a manner."

"Oh I know very well, Prince Takeshi, but I know for a fact that you don't like to kill people, therefore you will not have me hanged." He smiled in triumph and folded his arms across his chest.

Takeshi glared at the servant. It was not that he hated servants, but this one knew how to dig under his skin. The servant was dressed much nicer than others in the castle, but that was because this servant was the Prince's. Satoshi wore a long sleeved brown shirt and pants; the shirt had the castle's emblem sewn into it. His feet had found their way into mahogany colored slippers to wear around the palace and he wore glasses that seemed to make his eyes change from pale blue to gold; and those eyes seemed to be gold, rather than blue right now. He was about the same age as the Prince.

"What do you want?" Takeshi asked him, biting back his anger. His voice may not have given it away, but his eyes gave away the annoyance he had.

"Nothing really." The servant replied. "It just seems that your father is calling you."

Takeshi pushed past him and started down the hall, Satoshi following close behind, smiling all the way there. The rug Takeshi's feet walked upon was a mahogany color, like many other things in the castle. The walls were all white with gold tapestries hanging on them. There was a small table with a vase that held a single mahogany rose; these tables were scattered along the walls of the hallways.

Takeshi quickly took the right hall when they came to a split in the hallways. This hall was not much different than the other hallways, except there were more guards posted. But of course there would be more guards; this was the hall that lead straight to the throne room.

When Takeshi reached the doors of the throne room, he was bombarded with questions and tests. No one could ever be sure that it was really the prince who walked up to the throne room these days with all the magic spells they recently discovered, or the rumors of Dark, The "Amazing" Phantom thief is coming back going about because, as everyone knows, he is a master of disguise.

"Welcome, Prince." one of the guards started, bowing "I'm sorry to have made you wait fer so long an'...". The man glanced up at him almost laughing.

"Well, at least I know you are the same guard I hired years ago. It is OK if you never remember the last part, Yuro." Takeshi laughed, "I'm pretty tired of hearing it anyway." The prince was just about to walk through the doors when he added, "And, if you could, call me Takeshi." He smiled back at him.

"Yes, Takeshi." The words seemed almost alien to his mouth, as he shut the door behind him. "I hope there isn't as much yellin' as last time." He mentioned to the other guard on the opposite side of the door.

The other guard gave a hearty laugh. "Yes, let us hope there isn't.".

The brown haired boy walked along the mahogany coloured carpet that was trimmed with gold, looking straight ahead at the fat king that Takeshi was entitled to call Father. He rolled his eyes as his father whispered into the servants ear. He wasn't quite sure if he had purposefully said it loud enough to hear, or not, but Takeshi did not like the sound of their conversation. "Beautiful" Princesses? Again? When would his father learn that he did not want to marry a princess that his father picked for him?

"Takeshi, my dear boy! I'm happy ya came this time! I have some big business to talk to ya about!" He waved his hands in an outwards motion, as if to help Takeshi picture how big it was. His eyes danced with greed. Maybe, just maybe he had finally found the princess that his wonderful son would love! Not to mention, they were very wealthy princesses, too.

Takeshi let out a heavy sigh. "Father, I have told you time and time again. I will refuse any princess you try to show me. You only choose them for their beauty, or for their riches." He made his hands into an X and and then crossed his arms, standing his ground. This time, he meant what he said. Besides, there was already a "princess" that he had his eyes on. A beautiful, kind hearted, red headed princess.

"Oh, please Takeshi. When you see these two women, you will be in such shock. You will have to choose one of them." He looked down to see a frowning prince, and he sighed, "Takeshi, I know you do not like any of the princesses that I throw out at you, but you will need to choose one of them. They are the only princesses left, and if you do not choose either of them, then..." He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. What would happen if Takeshi didn't choose one of the princesses?

"I know, I know." Takeshi said, putting his hands up in front of him as if to say 'stop talking, please', "We would be in deep trouble, but can't you let me pick out my own princess? Let me travel the world in search of one. I'll travel the forests and seas, the mountains and flat lands, I will travel Earth and Sky in order to find her. Please Father?". He had a small frown on his face, and his eyes were full of longing and hope.

"I'm sorry, Son, but there is no time. Searching the Earth and Sky could take years, and besides that, it is impossible and costs too many coins to send you in a boat or flying contraption." He said, desperate to have Takeshi agree with him for once.

Takeshi looked at the ground, and then back up to his father, "Fine." he said solemnly, "I'll choose one of them...". He felt so defeated. It was like being out on the battle field when you are untouchable, but suddenly someone has stabbed you in your most vital spot: the heart. He could only hope that these princesses were not as dim witted as the other ones.

King Saehara looked down at his son, wide eyed. He couldn't think of anything to say. He was simply speechless. He would usually have some kind of humorous or even serious retort, but this time he could say nothing. The prince was actually going to be a good boy and do what his father told him to do. Could he be dreaming? He pinched himself just to make sure...

"Ow! Damn it!" Yelled King Saehara. He had pinched himself, but he didn't suspect that it would really hurt all that much. Curse his retched fat! It made the pain hurt more rather than less.

"F-Father! Why in the name of the gods did you do that?" Takeshi asked, jumping when he had heard his father yell out in slight pain. He stepped back a tad, staring at his father, a confused look upon his face.

Rubbing his arm, the king was about to answer when he saw two girls walk in. He immediately bowed and said, "Hello, Princess Riku, Princess Risa.". He glanced at his son and nudged him. Soon, he too was bowing to the princesses. "I am honoured to have you in our castle this evening. This," He said, gesturing to Takeshi, "Is Prince Saehara Takeshi.". He stood, looking the girls over; Takeshi did the same, mocking and mimicking him the entire time.

The one with long, lush brown hair and eyes smiled and curtsied, "Thank you, King Saehara.".

She seemed to be kind; although her smile seemed quite fake in Takeshi's eyes. She wore a very puffy, pink, long-sleeved, square neck dress that went down a little way past her knees. The dress was laced with white on the ends of the sleeves, and on the bottom of the dress. The neck on the dress was also laced with white. There were a pair of black slipper-like shoes on her feet and a big, bright pink ribbon tied into a bow in her hair to match everything else. Around her neck was a gold chain with a pointed oval, ruby red center piece. To be more specific, it was a bright red pointy oval jewel on a dark ruby red thin metal piece the same shape as the jewel, but only a little bigger. The jewel was cracked in the middle.

The one with short red hair murmured her thanks and did not bow, or curtsy, or anything of the like, but she did smirk at the prince's rude behaviour. She seemed like a rude person, but at least she wasn't fake like the one standing next to her. The princess wore a simple, dark pink, kimono sleeved dress that went down to her feet; it had a square neck, much like the sister's dress, but it was not puffy in the least bit and had gold rims on the bottom and the sleeves. Around her throat she bore a necklace; it was the same one that her sister wore. Her shoes were slipper-like and a creamy white colour.

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Takeshi said to the girls, lifting each right hand and very lightly brushing his lips upon them; you could not call it a kiss. Reason being a kiss is suppose to be willingly and loving; this was most definitely not. It was simply something a prince does out of small politeness.

"Pleasure to meet you too..." Princess Riku replied, containing the urge to smack this prince around. She smiled on the outside, but on the inside the red headed girl shouted this in her head You really are idiotic...

"Oh... How romantic." Risa said, glancing down at the hand and back at the prince's face; a small blush spread across her cheeks.

Takeshi stood and walked toward the exit of the thrown room, beckoning the two princesses to come with a wave of his hand; eager to get away from his father, he left the throne room without waiting for them. Riku and Risa bowed to the king and left the room after him, quietly and swiftly.

"Hahaha!" Princess Riku was laughing when she caught up to the king's son "You are a very impudent prince, Prince Takeshi." She wiped a tear from her eye; Princess Risa, on the other hand, wasn't laughing.

"Prince Takeshi! How could you treat your father, the king, like that? It's no wonder why a princess hasn't married you yet!" She was partly running to keep up with the prince's pace. "And slow down!"

"Thank you for the compliment Princess Riku. I try to mimic my father every chance I get; and Princess Risa, it's not that the princesses don't like me, it's the other way around. Most of them are rude, or very dumb on an absurd level, or they over dress in the most expensive outfits their parents can buy for them." The Prince replied to the two girls.

Takeshi was smiling at himself. He looked back at the two girls as he walked and his smile grew. He noted that Servant Hikari was following behind the two princesses; his eyes were blue and he was looking at his feet. Takeshi hated it when he walked so far behind him. When would that boy learn that he was not just a prince's servant, he was also his friend? Takeshi slowed his pace a bit.

"Satoshi! Come over here." Takeshi called to him; he was practically at the end of the hall behind them.

He looked up through his glasses, apprehensive to go over to the prince. Slowly he started up the hallway toward Takeshi, but he stopped when he saw the impatient look in his eyes and he thought to himself, What if the prince hits me for being so far behind him?

Another voice in his head answered the question for him, You really are an idiot Master Satoshi. You've been with Takeshi practically since you guys were born. You know he won't hit you. He hasn't hit a single servant.

B-but! The prince did used to hit me! He changed somehow. Do you not remember the day the king came home with him and he was acting so differently?

Sorry, but I have told you hundreds of times: I do not remember that day. I told you that it was probably just a bizarre dream. Now, just walk up to him.

I won't!

The alternate personality in Satoshi's head side. Fine. I'll do it myself...

The servant's eyes flickered gold and he walked swiftly up to Takeshi and said, "Yes, Prince?".

"Don't call me prince with such malice servant. I called you over here because you were walking so far behind me. Haven't I told you that your more like my friend than my servant? Besides, I do almost everything myself. Now," He told his servant "why don't you walk beside me?"

"Fine."

Princess Riku and Risa were looking at the prince shock on their faces; it was not that they treated their servants badly, especially Riku, but they had never seen a prince speak so kindly to a servant before. They glanced at each other and then back at the prince and his servant. Once Takeshi started walking, they followed. Soon enough, they neared a door that read: Guest Quarters.

"This is where you will be staying, Ladies." The prince informed Riku and Risa, opening the door and waving his hand across the room.

Riku and Risa both walked into the room, glancing around. Under their feet was a plush mahogany carpet. White sheets and blankets laid folded on top of two beds that were on either side of a huge window with glass; the window was as tall as Riku, or maybe even taller. There was an oak brown chest of drawers, similar to the one in Takeshi's room, to the right of the entrance. That was all the room had in it, with the exception of the castles symbol, the tiny glowing white feather over a huge mahogany one, that had been painted onto the wall with a delicate hand.

Without waiting for permission, and pulling off the mask she had worn in front of the king, Riku plopped onto the bed and sighed with approval. A hard days work for Princess Riku was this: get up, listen to lectures about needing to be a good girl that should have been directed at her sister, and going from castle to castle while her father tried to introduce her to not-so-different princes. It was hard work.

"So, Prince, what do you usually do around here in your spare time?" Riku asked while her sister nosed around through the drawers. She had her arms behind her head, looking at the prince by bending her head forward ever so slightly.

"Oh.. uh..." Takeshi started, surprised by the question. The thing was princesses never decided to ask him what he was interested in. They usually asked where he kept his most precious belongings, why he never wore any jewelry; in other words, they were all greedy. "Well, I read books, I look at artifacts... I think about life a lot... And I watch the people outside walk by." As he named them off, he counted the amount of things he did on his fingers. And I think about how I will win over that red headed boy's love. He added in his head.

"Artifacts? That sounds really intere-" Before Riku could finish the thought, Risa said, "That's boring. Why are you so boring Prince... uh... Tekishi?" Of course, the girl couldn't even remember his name.

"OK, I will admit that I sound boring, but I'm probably better than you are." Takeshi said, crossing his arms and looking her up and down, "Considering I can remember your name, Princess... It was a four letter word... Ah, I know Princess Baka." He smiled at himself and Riku started laughing. Obviously she had brushed up on her language before traveling to different lands.

Risa gave him a confused look and asked, "Princess Ba-ka? What does that mean?" Her face wore a frown while her finger tapped the bottom of her lip; a sign that she was trying to figure out what it meant.

"I leave you to figure that out, Princess. Maybe your sister could tell you?" Takeshi said with a smile. He walked out of the room, looking back at the comical pair of girls. He beckoned Satoshi to follow.

Once they were out of the room, door shut and all. Takeshi stretched and walked into his room, flopping down on his own bed and asking his personal servant, "Satoshi, have you ever had experience with women? I mean... have you ever been in love?" Takeshi said the word with a hint of confusion as if he could not grasp the meaning of the word.

"Well," His servant replied, his eyes flashing gold "If you are asking me if I have ever slept with a woman, then the answer is no. If you are asking me if I have ever been in love with a woman, the answer is still no, Prince." For once, he hadn't said prince with any negative tone. He was merely standing in the room, his arms crossed a solemn look on his face as he looked at the floor.

"But, I don't think I'm in love with a..." Takeshi trailed off, realizing that he was about to speak forbidden words. But, Satoshi wasn't in love with a woman, so could he be...? He changed the subject on his servant. "If you've never been in love with a woman then have you been in love with a man?"

Satoshi looked up from the floor abruptly and stared at the prince. Had Takeshi hit the mark? "Master Takeshi, how could you even think such nonsense?".

Takeshi sat up and looked at his servant. "It's only natural deduction. Every human has an urge for love and... and if you are not in love with one, then it must be the other. So, are you in love with a man?" The prince seemed almost desperate at this point. He had to know if someone in all the lands shared the same feelings that he did.

"Takeshi... Prince. If you want someone's love, you need to be close to them and you need to be kind. Most importantly, you need to be on the same level of society. Otherwise... it will ever work..." Satoshi turned his head away from him and walked out of the room.

Takeshi stared at the spot where his blue-headed servant just stood. You need to be close to them? How could I get close to the red headed boy if I'm even allowed outside of the castle grounds? Maybe my servant could... Wait! My servant...

"That's it!" Takeshi said out loud, hitting his hand into his palm. He swiftly got up and walked out of the room, but unlike Satoshi he walked to the castle's throne room. He had a brilliant idea.