Hey, everyone, I've left a lot of fics hanging because well, I've sort of gotten older and when I look back on work like this one, it makes me eyes hurt. Not the story itself but how I've written it, I get that itching feeling stabbing me and telling me that I could have done so much better iiiiiif only, you know THAT feeling. So to eventually move on with stories like "Love you to Death" and "Sex Games" I've decided to slowly Export chapter by chapter and clean through them, not an actual rewrite or anything, but, some fixing is needed, and let us be honest. You guys know it too. It is time for me to complete some of these fics! - Wish me luck. *disappears*

Summary: Daisuke, a lonely teenager who has been home schooled for the major part of his childhood, finally joins a class at a local school. Despite how much he wants to make friends though, one particular Mauve-haired classmate of his has blacklisted him, for no apparent reason. Dark/Daisuke.

Warning: Unbeta'd, Keep them anti-depressants near you!
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the D.N. Angel Universe.

Love you to death

Chapter one

Friendless

"Ohayo gozaimasu minna!" The boy said cheerfully, his ruby eyes were shining with barely contained excitement,

His classmates could not have known how nervous he really was, behind this awkward smile of his. Nor could they have known that the redheaded boy had never been in a school before, neither as a visitor or as a student, a feat few boys his age could claim the right to. Not that it was anything he was particularly proud of. Life at home was lonely, but he had been home schooled, because his mother insisted on it. Emiko Niwa was a protective mother and cheerful individual so as a habit Daisuke had learned one important thing. People who smile are treated better. So he smiled. He smiled in class, he smiled at home, and he smiled when his mother came up to his room to inform him that she was going out. After that he could go back to the empty mask of contentment he had become so practiced at.

She had never really told him why, but she had always been very protective of him, overly protective even. She couldn't leave him alone for one minute without checking up on him -when she was home, and she was, most of the time - she was always too anxious and fearful. He had begged his mother for years to let him start in a real school, at first she'd just rejected him bluntly, she never gave him a reason, just a simple no every time until recently when his dad had returned. He had somehow convinced Emiko to at least give it a try. "I'm Daisuke Niwa, please take care of me."

Daisuke wanted to show her that he was strong enough to deal with life, though he was very nervous. Actually he'd never had a friend, but he wanted to change that now. If only he could break this tension, if only something would just happen. Nothing did happen though, all he heard was a couple of yawns and some stools scraping against the linoleum floor.

The tense atmosphere began to loosen up, as the class began talking, but no one bothered to look at Daisuke.

"You can sit next to, Dark Mousy," The teacher told him, and then explained as she saw his look of confusion. "It's the mauve-haired boy in the back."

Daisuke didn't have to look long for the mauve-haired guy. Said boy was sitting in the back of the room with his feet on the table, laughing heartily, at something the girl in front of him had said, and if her bright blush was anything to go by, she found his laugh as charming as Daisuke did.

Daisuke sat down, next to the more built and mature looking, boy. Feeling his heart sink as the other looks down at his notebook, where the girl in front of him had scribbled down her phone number. He hadn't really expected people to ignore him like that. Maybe he just needed to relax and be himself.

Dark looks up for a few seconds, long dark eyelashes framing his amethyst eyes beautifully, but his face remains emotionless and detached from this world. No, not from this world, but from Daisuke's world.

"Er…hey?" Daisuke stammered nervously, trying to make contact with the older teen.

Dark said nothing, however he continued staring emptily into the air. Ignoring Daisuke.

Next to him Dark, remained fixated on his phone, deliberately ignoring his new redheaded classmate whom, to Dark, oozed of solitude. He didn't look up, something about the new boy, made him annoyed, something was off about the newbie and he knew it, but even so he wanted nothing to do with this pathetic boy, who had such a depressing aura clinging to him like a blanket. It made him feel like a bad person. Why? Dark wasn't entirely sure, but that redhead wasn't his responsibility, so the boy had better back off and find himself a new seat tomorrow.

Although, as the class went on, amethyst eyes had begun watching the strange new boy next to him, secretly, out of the corner of his vision, so that he would never be caught directly peeking.

Dark smirked to himself; he'd never met someone as obedient and frail as this boy sitting next to him. He had a deathlike paleness to him, and his ruby eyes looked dull, which was sad since they could have probably been quite dazzling had the boy not looked so withdrawn and scared, despite his fake smile earlier. The redhead was so tense as he sat there in his chair like a compliant student, scribbling down notes, and looking at the blackboard now and then with an admirable concentration, almost rivaling Dark's own friend, Satoshi Hiwatari. It almost hurt to watch this desperate child.

Dark sighed leaning back in his chair. He was pretty tired of it though. All the newcomers was always seated next to him. Did that bitch of a teacher just hate him or something? Well she certainly didn't hate staring at his ass every chance she got.

During the whole class the teacher did nothing but talk, and some of the students had fallen asleep over their table, but he still just sat there awkwardly, concentrating the best he could. Daisuke's eyes fell on a blonde girl sitting nearby. She had a long ponytail, piercing golden eyes and a strong jaw... Wait, it was a guy.

He noticed the blond guy drawing something one a small piece of paper before throwing it at that Dark guy who was seated next to him. Dark reluctantly grabbed it in the midair with a single hand, unfolding the note. A smirk spread across his face as he wrote down his response hastily, just to throw it back at the blonde.

Dark stared at the clock.

…tic…tack…tic…tack…

He was going to go insane from all the waiting, there was nothing worse than school in his world, well, maybe one…but that he didn't talk about.

The bell rang and the class became a turmoil in a few seconds as the students pressed, pushed and shoved each other out of the small door. Daisuke waited for the others to leave, seeing as he didn't feel being like coming home with bruised on his first day, what would his mother not say if she saw marks of him being pushed around. His mother would freak if she saw something that just looked like a scratch on him and tell him to stay home.

He saw someone still in the classroom with him. It was a bluenette. He was currently packing his things, and pulling out a book. He was about to leave the class when Daisuke asked him where to go to next.

"Next lesson is biology in class 78, but right now we have lunch break." The stoic looking guy said, before disappearing.

Daisuke decided to follow the bluenette and hurried after him almost loosing his breath. At times like this he wished he was normal like all the other kids. But he wasn't and would never be. He would always be weak and helpless.

"Wait…er…I don't know where the-"He started, but was cut off by the bluenette.

"You want be to follow you to the canteen, is that it?" The bluenette said as if reading his thoughts.

"That would be nice," He said happily, smile fading a little. "If you don't mind?"

"It's okay; you can eat with me today." He said nonchalantly. "But I'm warning you, it might be boring since I'll be reading so I'm not much fun."

"Iie, you're not boring at all! I love reading too. That's what I do when I'm at home." Daisuke said, not thinking that it might sound a little weird. "I'm Daisuke Niwa, and you are?"

A little surprised by the boy's straightforwardness, the boy caught him off guard as he asked his name.

"Hiwatari, Satoshi Hiwatari is my name." Satoshi said slightly amused by the boy's childlike attitude. The redheaded boy's ruby eyes, sparkling with such joy, innocence and purity that it made him confused. He had never seen someone being so cheerful when talking to him; normally people got nervous around him and ended up saying nothing to him at all.

"Daijobou ka?" Daisuke asked Satoshi when he felt those deep blue eyes bore into him.

Satoshi who'd been lost in his own world for a moment blinked, as he fixed his glasses.

"Hai."

Daisuke followed Satoshi to the canteen where a thick stench of bad food lingered in the air. Daisuke coughed a bit, almost unable to breathe, but Satoshi who looked a bit worried got in line, telling Daisuke to find a table.

He felt a little dizzy, so he chose to find a place outside to get some fresh air. It was an empty table in the shadow of a tree, so that the sun wouldn't bother him.

Daisuke had the lunch box his mom had made for him to eat, though it was big for him and there was more than he could eat in a whole day. She said that the food in the canteen was filled with bacteria, and that he could never eat that, because he would get sick.

Satoshi found the table where Daisuke sat, with his lunch. "Itadakimasu!"

Sighing he watched as the little redhead began to eat a perfect sized rice ball. "Aren't you gonna eat?"

For the second time today he had disappeared into his own world just staring at the redhead in front of him. "Why is most of your food wrapped in plastic folio?"

"Because I'm not very resistant against bacteria so I easily get sick, that's also why I've never been in a real school before." Daisuke said cheerfully, opening his mouth to eat another piece of his rice ball.

Satoshi looked at him for a moment, feeling sorry for the little boy. He actually did look a little sick already, he was very pale, and it looked quite unhealthy for him to be this pale. Before the bluenette could ask further into the subject, he was halted by an intruding hand on his left shoulder.

"Enjoying your meal, are you?" A voice said.

"Not really." Satoshi replied as the same blonde Daisuke had seen throw notes to Dark, seated himself next to Satoshi, very close to the other.

"Who is the little toy of yours?" The blond said leaning up against the bluenette's left side.

"I'm not a toy." Daisuke said, but the blonde ignored him completely.

"You know if Dark's sees you with those students he'll…"

"Then I would do what exactly?" Another voice came. Daisuke jumped in his seat turning around to see Dark Mousy.

No one dared to break the silence. Dark walked closer resting his hands on Daisuke's frail shoulders, before gripping the other tightly.

"What kinda friends are you anyway? You left me to hang out with this weirdo?" Dark's fingers were digging into his feeble skin and Daisuke felt tears pressing on at the stinging pain it caused. It hurt so much. Words he could take, but not the physical wounds. "He's not even worth it, I could have understood you if he was good-looking."

Then Dark loosened the painful grip he had on him and began to walk away, Krad and Satoshi following him. Satoshi whispered an 'I'm sorry' before he left with his things.

So there Daisuke sat left behind, all alone and ate his lunch, but he didn't complain. After all, he was always alone.