By keL-rebecca
Disclaimer: DNAngel as a whole does not belong to me. I'm only writing a fanfic based on it because I hate straight pairings, which took over the anime in the end. How disappointing. Tsk, tsk.
Stage One
Out of the corner of his eye, Satoshi Hiwatari would always spot the single person that aroused him the most. He didn't know why but the mere sight of him sent dirty ideas up his exceptionally intelligent mind, stirring his various biological activities. He tried not to think about him by doing more work than usual, but the damn gorgeous creature was everywhere, may it have been inside or outside school. For the blue-haired genius, who was even finer than his source of erotic dreams, the attraction had already gone beyond the physical aspect. It was no longer just a simple crush.
It had turned into a need.
Another day quickly flew by without Satoshi noticing, and of course he had to go home still driven by the thought of satisfying his carnal desires as soon as possible, for it could blow up in his own face or worse, in someone else's. He grabbed his bag and went out of the empty classroom, sliding the door close. He expected to turn around and see no one else but the hall. However, when he began to walk he spotted two dark figures in the distance. They seemed to be talking, and afterwards one went away. Closer now, Satoshi regretted taking that path. He should've turned left, for at that moment he came face to face with the person he had been wanting to avoid but simply couldn't: Daisuke Niwa.
The redhead noticed his presence and greeted him a cheerful "Hello, Hiwatari-kun," combined with an incredibly adorable smile. It was good that the shadows were hiding most of Satoshi's face; he could feel himself turning red. The small Niwa cocked his head to the side, wondering why the other was silent. He gave a small wave. "Hello? Are you alright, Hiwatari-kun?"
"I'm fine," came the reply, a choked one. Satoshi cleared his throat. "There's a lot on my mind, that's all," The truth was, he was straining not to blurt out his feelings all of a sudden, especially when Daisuke was looking very happy. He thought that if he confessed anything, any bit or part of his undeclared sentiments, his beloved would only be disgusted and completely cut off all connections between them. He didn't want that. The friendship (no matter how true and painful the word was) they had was enough for him, though sometimes he wanted more. But what was that 'more' specifically? A kiss? An embrace? Both? Or something even more extreme? Unfortunately, the possibilities Satoshi were thinking of were impossible in reality. Neither of them was homosexual, and Daisuke already had Risa occupying his mind. The chance that he would return the Commander's feelings was 1 out of a million.
"Are you waiting for somebody?" asked Daisuke. Satoshi wasn't paying attention again so he nodded just in case the question was 'Are you going home yet?' Daisuke also gave a nod and said, "I see. I thought we could go home together, but since you already have a companion, I'll go ahead, Hiwatari-kun," He turned to leave, but a hand grasping his arm held him there.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear your question right. I'm not waiting for anybody. I… I'd like it very much if we walked home together," said Satoshi hurriedly, the earlier situation registering. There was a hint of beseeching in his voice. Daisuke found this rather strange. Nonetheless, he accepted the offer that in the first place was his own.
They walked side by side, the sun setting and sending marvelous arrays of color across the darkening sky above them. The wind gracefully passed between them, causing Daisuke's eye to catch a dust particle. He stopped and tried to rub it off, but it only got worse.
"Don't rub your eyes," said Satoshi gently. He removed Daisuke's hand from his lovely crimson orbs, his hold on his tiny wrists, and told him to look up. Daisuke did as he was told and the other started to blow. Of course, being the innocent boy that he was, Daisuke was glad that Satoshi was helping him and didn't mind the closeness at all. What he didn't know was that his friend was tempted to kiss him, especially when their lips were mere inches away from touching. Satoshi forced himself to focus on blowing until Daisuke was able to blink the intruder out. The redhead thanked him, and in turn Satoshi whispered a sexy "My pleasure," in his ear. It was Daisuke's time to blush.
They reached the Niwa residence just before the sun disappeared in the horizon. Daisuke faced his friend and said, "I'm glad you agreed to walk with me. You see, Hiwatari-kun," He lowered his gaze to the ground. "We haven't been talking in a while and, well… I became worried, worried that you've developed some sort of grudge against me. I wouldn't want that to happen, not now, not in the future. I cherish our friendship because it's unlike any other. We were born different from the rest of humanity so basically we're the same, and if I don't get along with you I don't know if I'll survive with normal people. I hope we'll continue being friends,"
Satoshi couldn't believe his ears. Daisuke had been worried, and about their friendship? His heart pumped faster in his body, making him breathless. Could it be that Daisuke liked him as well? Wait. He only thought that way because he was guilty of it, but Daisuke? No way. He was with Risa minutes ago. Surely he was in love with her. Who else could make him turn back to his normal self when he's Dark? Maybe… maybe Daisuke had already noticed Satoshi's advances, from the way he stared at him during classes to the simple acts of seduction he displayed, discrete or not, in public or when only the two of them were there. Yes. That was it. Satoshi felt hurt to know that Daisuke was dumping him even before he could profess his undying love personally. A generous amount of pain stabbed his heart, at the same time his right hand curled into a fist as his anger rose.
"Hiwatari-kun?" Daisuke looked into Satoshi's deep blue eyes. Instead of seeing clear cerulean, he saw tears accumulating. "Hiwatari-kun, what's wrong?"
Satoshi couldn't take it anymore. He returned Niwa's gaze, only his was a fuming one. "It's you that's wrong!" He shouted. "Why did I have to meet you in the first place? It doesn't make sense! We could've kept on ignoring each other before we found out we were sworn enemies. The first time we had a conversation, that didn't have to happen. I don't know why I can't kill Dark every time. Something keeps telling me it's wrong, and what can I do? Just stand there and let someone who isn't me take over my own body? You-you're the one who makes everything so complicated! Why did it have to be you who become the Phantom Thief, huh? It could've been…" Satoshi's tears ran down his flushed cheeks. "It could've been someone I… that I…" He frowned and ran away, unable to continue.
Daisuke kept on looking until Satoshi was out of sight. He didn't realize it, but he, too, was crying.
"I screwed up, didn't I?" Satoshi asked softly. "I always screw up when he's there. Tell me I'm right," He was back in his house, lying on his chest amongst the layers of soft pillows and mattresses of his bed. His right hand was bandaged as its owner had used it to punch the mirror in the bathroom, leaving a large bloody crack. Satoshi had cried his heart out for a quarter of an hour, and now he was too tired to do anything at all. He didn't want to be with anyone, albeit he wasn't alone, either. There was Krad, whom he saw and heard in his mind. He was the person whom Satoshi spilled his heart out to, just because he was the only one available.
'Satoshi-sama, you don't have to wallow in grief because of such matter,' said Krad, concerned. 'Everyone makes mistakes. It's just that when you make mistakes, Satoshi-sama, they usually happen when that kid is around. Don't blame yourself. Blame your feelings. They're the reason why you're so miserable,'
"I even spilled my tears in front of him," continued Satoshi. He buried his head in a pillow. "I never cry, especially not in front of another person, whoever he may be. I showed him my weakness. I didn't even hear his side of the story. I'm a terrible person, aren't I?"
'You shouldn't be too hard on yourself, Satoshi-sama. You're not terrible at all,' Krad took on a tangible form. Satoshi sat up to scold him to return, but the equally beautiful blonde went behind him and encircled his slightly muscular arms around the thin and seemingly fragile figure of his Tamer. 'And you can cry all you want. Holding it in would only cause you more trouble… You are the most perfect creature who ever lived despite your vulnerabilities. Nothing can compare to you. Even Dark would agree, though he can be so egoistic,'
"I have one last question," said Satoshi, almost in a whisper. "How come you're still so good to me, Krad? I hurt you with words. I ignore almost everything you say to me, even if it's for my own good. I expose you to my fantasies about Daisuke, who remains as your number one target. I don't understand how you could stand me. You are in more dolors than I am. Why haven't you been mad at me before? Tell me…"
'Because, Satoshi-sama…' Krad positioned himself so he was standing in front of the blue-haired perfection. He lifted Satoshi's chin with a gloved hand, forcing him to look at him. 'My world revolves around you. I love you more than anything, including myself. You know that, don't you?' He moved his face closer. 'I will do anything to please you, Satoshi-sama. Besides, how can I stay mad at someone so flawless and so magnificent? That is a sin in itself. You, Satoshi-sama, are my god, and I shall worship you forever and ever,' Krad, seeing that the moment was right, leaned in and kissed his young master. He expected him to resist, but even after he had slipped his tongue between Satoshi's tender lips the boy didn't move a muscle. This definitely turned Krad on, making him push Satoshi back on the bed and kissing him with so much vehemence that he pulled back to see if Satoshi was becoming uncomfortable in any way. He was quickly grabbed and brought back to the same mouth, which was just as violent as Krad's own. Krad was pleased and began to peel Satoshi's clothes off him.
All that time, Satoshi was seeing not Krad, but Daisuke.
'Stop crying, will you? It wasn't your fault,' Dark kept on repeating to his Tamer. Daisuke, however, didn't seem to be hearing him because he was still at one corner of the room, hugging his folded legs and crying his eyes out. A particularly tall pile of used tissue was right beside him. 'If you feel so guilty, why don't you apologize to the drama queen?'
"Hiwatari-kun's not a drama queen!" protested Daisuke. "And I can't… apologize to him now. It'd be too… embarrassing. I didn't even realize that I was… hurting him. I guess… I'm that insensitive…" He said in between strong hiccups and loud sniffs. "God, I wish… I hadn't said anything… to him,"
'Then you'd be telling me all about it?' huffed Dark. 'I don't think so. I've had enough of those angsty monologues you recite every frickin' night. It's enough that I hear Satoshi's name over and over again, but now it's based on true events? Uh-uh. I'm not going to wait for Krad to appear in your stories,'
"What should I do?" asked Daisuke, calming down a bit. "I can't face him tomorrow. It must've been something so cruel what I did that's why he broke down just like that. You know Hiwatari-kun; he's passive all over. And every time he gets irate it's almost as though the whole world's in a bad mood with him. It's intimidating. A while ago it took me a lot of days to gather up courage to tell him those words, so what more will this attempt make?"
'I think you should go talk to him and have him explain his problem with you,' Dark gave as an advice. 'No problem can be settled if its causes aren't clear to both parties. If what he says makes you realize that you really did something offensive to him, tell him you're sorry and surrender to his wishes so he will forgive you. If you think that his problem has nothing to do with you at all, and that it's all in his head, then let him settle it by himself,'
"Are you sure that's going to work, and with someone like Hiwatari-kun?" questioned Daisuke with a pout. "He's not an easy person to read. How would you know that would be effective on him?"
Dark grinned on the inside. 'Just trust me, alright?' he replied. 'I've encountered a lot of Hikaris in the past. Satoshi's nothing special. When what gratifies them comes to them voluntarily, they easily submit themselves to it, so it should be a piece of cake for you,'
Daisuke thought for a while and became confused. "What gratifies them? A piece of cake for me? I'm not au fait with what you just said, Dark,"
'You don't have to be,' cooed Dark, grinning. 'Look your best in school tomorrow, and no doubt the both of you will be smiling all the way home,'
Even though Dark's idea was vague to Daisuke, it made the redhead smile. He was determined to make up with Satoshi, no matter how fast the thought of confronting him made his heart pound.
Author's Notes: This is only the first chapter so it isn't that long. The next ones surely will. I hope you liked the story. If you didn't, don't judge it just yet 'cause this is just the beginning. I shall update every week (possibly on different days), since there's so much thinking and typing to do, and I want to give you, the readers, the best possible ideas that I can pull out of my brain. Thank you so much for bothering to read this.