Summary:

Enter Dark: A rich seventeen year old, ending up in the hospital after crashing his fathers car, during a street race. This time his father decides to punish him, he sends his son away, to live as a normal boy, staying with a poor family in a small village with less than 30 inhabitants. Life isn't easy in the country side, when you're used to a wild life, with drugs, alcohol and sex.

Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel

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Rich and Poor

By: Feilan87

Chapter one

New life

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"Dark, turn back immediately! You win, the others are willing to pull the bet off, and it's too dangerous to continue."

"No can do." Dark said stubbornly. "But it really makes me happy that you're so worried about me."

"Dark! The road is cut off! Brake or you're gonna-!"

"Krad?! What is it? I can't hear you-"

Dark couldn't hear his friend anymore as they were disconnected; he threw his cell on the passenger seat. A warning signpost, glowing red, as the lights reflected upon it, almost blinding him, he turned right, driving off the road, trying to avoid a crash.

The display lightened up, as the screen showed the words: Incoming call.

He reached for it, clicking down on the button. Krad's voice resounded in his head just before…CRASH!

"Dark, what was that sound just now? Are you okay?"

No answer.

"Dark? Speak to me you fucking bastard and tell me you're alive!"

Silence.

"DAAARKK!!!"

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"Mr. Mousy, you can see your son now if you wish to. " The nurse said.

The man nodded, following the nurse to room 302. The room was bright, and large. In the bed, laid a seventeen year old boy, fast asleep, his messy purple locks uncontrollable as ever. His left arm was wrapped in a bandage.

"He has been given something to sleep on, but the effect should soon wear off about this time. Remember, don't let stress him, he has to relax." She said, before left, giving them some privacy.

He sat down at the chair placed next to the bed. He tried to calm down, but it was a little hard. He knew very clearly, what Dark was doing, but now he couldn't see through fingers with this situation anymore. It wasn't just because he'd gone street racing with those drug addicts, but the fact that he'd used his car. This time he would punish Dark and he had the perfect punishment for his young untamed son.

The boy moved uncomfortably in the bed, grimacing at the pain in his arm, as his eyes flashed open. "D-dad!?"

"Dark." His father just said, giving him a nonchalantly look. He could see his father was pissed but also very worried.

"I'm sorry for crashing your car, dad, I…mine was…wrecked…so I kinda borrowed yours." Dark burst out his confession, evading the older man's look of rage. He knew his dad had worshipped that car.

"Don't worry son, I've planned the perfect punishment for you. I've realised that I haven't been a very good father to you, but not to worry, I'll change that, even if it means keeping you in a leash."

"Oh no! He's gonna take away my MasterCard! Goodbye sweet alcohol." Dark mentally cried to himself.

"So I'm going to-"

"NOOOO! Not the MasterCard!!! Anything else!" Dark yelled, feeling the desperation take him.

"Ah, what a great idea, but I was actually thinking of something else, but I guess I'll have to take that MasterCard anyway. Oh, and I found this fake ID too NO MORE NIGHTCLUBS! And, I'm sending you away."

"You can't do that to me! Erh, wait a sec. where am I going exactly? Europe? America? Coz I would really like to go shopping for some new clothes for my closet and maybe some-" Dark was cut off.

"Not either of them." His dad smirked. "You've been discharged from the hospital, so get some clothes on, I've packed the clothes you need, and a car is here to pick you up and take you away from the city life. You're going to live with a poor family and work with them till you appreciate what you have. I'm doing you a big favour"

"Honestly dad, please tell me this is a sick joke?!" Dark said, begging for this to be a nightmare. "I appreciate everything I have!"

"No you don't, you drink too much, you're on drugs and you bring a new girl home everyday!"

"Please dad! I promise I'll stop taking drugs just…just don't do this to me!

"No. You're going."

Dark felt his heart sink, this didn't just mean, no more drinking and no more nightclubs, it meant that he wouldn't be able to see his friends for a very long time and he didn't even get the chance to tell them goodbye.

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Even though it was just a sprain it hurt like hell. He grabbed his small bag with the other hand, walking towards the parking lot. Looking around, trying to look for car, but there was none. Where's my limo?

"Jump in." He heard a voice behind him, feeling the horror rise, at the accent. He turned around, gaping, expression filled with horror. Dad was serious.

A man with dark brown spiky hair winked at him, standing before a hideous old lorry. This was like in one of those old movies. Please god, have mercy on my soul, save me from this hell, I'm too young to die!

"No way in hell!" Dark whined, clearly resistant. What the hell was dad thinking sending him to live with those farmer freaks!

"I see what your father mean now, you really do have a problem, we oughta teach you some manners." The spiky haired man said. "But please stop wasting me time and just get in, it'd be sad if I already had to call your dad and you haven't even arrived."

Dark hesitated, before sighing as he jumped in. He would have to survive this, even though the odds of survive were minimal. The seats were uncomfortable and he felt almost gagged at the nasty stench in the air. He tried to open the window, but it stuck. For a moment he doubted that this man would even be able to start in this shitty old thing, but he did indeed start it, with a loud cracking sound from the exhaust pipe.

After some hours of driving, no talking and no stopping, Dark was bored as hell, so he decided to talk to the strange man, something he'd never though he would do, normally people started talking to him, not the other way around, especially the girls tried to get his attention, asking him stupid questions.

"So what's ya name?" Dark asked casually, trying to be talkative.

"I am Kosuke, your host." Kosuke said, "You are going to be living with me and my family till you turn eighteen."

"What! But that's almost a year!" Dark whined, clearly unhappy with the situation.

"I know, but maybe it's not as bad as you think."

"Yeah right! I would just love to sit on a stone all day, watching a bunch of sheep." Dark said sarcastically.

"That could be arranged, actually I think it's a great idea since your arm is sprained and all, but you would have to talk to my son about that." Kosuke said heartily.

Dark decided just to keep his mouth shut not to worsen his situation further. He had absolutely no desire to be a shepherd. Wait, did he say he had a son? One of those small annoying children that would follow you anywhere…?

"You have a son?" Dark dared to ask.

"Yes, my only child, his name is Daisuke, he's a real nice kid, I'm sure he'll help you, and you two will be sharing the same room, we don't have a guestroom, but of course if you mind there's always the shed with the sheep."

"I think it'll do with the shared room." Dark said, imagining himself sleep among the sheep, sure it'll be warm enough, but the smell, bwadrr.

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"We're here." Kosuke announced as he parked the lorry, in front of a small house made of tree, painted in an awful green colour.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, he was hugged by a squealing woman, "Aw Kosuke, he's such a beautiful foster son!" Dark had a hard time breathing seeing as the woman almost choked him, with her hug. Finally she let go of him.

"Welcome Dark. We've looked forward to have you here, there's not much happening when you live in the country side."

A woman with shoulder length light brown hair, stood before him, wearing a white apron.

"Um…thanks…I think." Dark mumbled at the hostess.

"I'm so sorry, that Daisuke isn't here to greet you. Well you'll see him later, sometimes he eats at the with the Landlord's family after work, but he always comes home sooner or later."

"It's just fine." Dark said nonchalantly, he didn't really give a damn. He just had to go through this, and maybe everything looked brighter in the morning.

He just wanted to be left alone for the time being, getting used to his new life, no matter how boring it may seem. He grabbed his bag. It was already getting dark, outside and the hostess, insisted on showing him to his and this Daisuke person's room after dinner.

The room was pretty much empty except for two small beds in each corner of the room. Both nicely made, to just jump in. Everything looked so old and just not up-to-date. The walls were decorated in ugly red wallpaper, and the floor consisted of tree like the rest of the house.

It was still early, only 10:30pm to be exact, but he decided to go to bed now, since he was pretty tired after doing absolutely nothing eventful the whole day.

He threw his bag next to one of the beds before throwing himself onto the small bed, it make a cracking sound under his weight, unfortunately he was a little too heavy and a few seconds later he laid on the floor between sheets and pillows. 'My my, don't I feel skinny today?' He thought sarcastically, not realising his own luck, seeing that he'd landed on a pillow with his sprained arm.

'So… guess I'll just have to take the other bed then.'

After making sure that the other bed wouldn't fall apart under him, he quickly stripped himself, sleeping in his underwear, like he usually did at home. Oh god he missed his soft king-sized bed so much right now. He could already feel his body going restless, to Dark it was anything but normal to go on more than a day without sex. He suddenly feared that this would end up with rape if he didn't do anything soon.

The time went by, and even though he was tired he couldn't seem to fall asleep, dirty thoughts haunting him neither did it help that it was freezing could.

He trembled under the thin cover, as he heard footsteps in the hallway, the door to the room opened. He couldn't see who it was since there was no light at all. A dark shade began to undress right in front of him. To Dark this looked like a girl at first, because of the height, but as the other moved towards him, he noticed the missing curves, convincing him that this had to be a boy. Daisuke was it?

He pretended to sleep, as the other moved to his bed, climbing in, not taking notice of Dark already lying there. He shuddered at the warm body pressing against him, in the small bed, only worsening his already perverted way of thinking. Dark tried to push the thought away.

Daisuke was obviously so tired that he didn't give a thought to why his bed suddenly seemed smaller than usual. Dark didn't complain, he sneaked and arm around the small boy's waist pulling him closer for the warmth. The boy had a sweet scent of strawberries to him. Daisuke shifted in his sleep, making cute noises as he unaware of what he was doing, cuddled into the tense body next to him.

Dark gasped, he could feel soft lips brushing against his chest. It teased him immensely, and just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, the boy managed to roll on top of him. That's how Dark had to sleep the first night of his new life, with a girly boy on top of him.

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