Story: DNAngel
Rating: R, rated for shonen-ai with some yaoi content.
Genre:Romance, fluff! Pure pink marshmallows!! .:Winks at Yuki Haitani:.
Author's Note
This is a one-shot fic based on DNAngel, but the parts of the scene are borrowed from one of the volumes of Mars.
(Nozomu) Would that make it a cross-over?
I don't know, stop asking me things like that!! .:Spinney eyes:. He's been asking me things like that all day...
(Nozomu) .:Sits in the corner and clicks the beads on his bracelet:. Nani?
.:Falls over:. .:Twitchtwitch:. Anyway! Here it is. It was meant to be a one-shot, but I came up with an idea or two for it... I still might make it a one-shot, depends on what my readers think. Do you want a longer story with it, or keep it as a single? So please review with your opinions! And if you've got a little bit of time on your hands and haven't already, please read my other DNAngel fic, Everybody Needs Somebody to Love.
Daizu is Daisuke's grandfather, by the way... .:Just watched the entire series twice again:. Yeah. Heh...
Dedications: Hm. This chapter (story?) is dedicated to my love Angel and my twin Alysa, as well as Linda, for letting me borrow the Mars mangas, which gave me the idea for it! Thank you all! .:Super-hugs everyone:.
Thank you, and on with the story!
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"Niwa-kun!"
Daisuke Niwa looked up from where he'd been packing his bag to go home. Riku Harada was wading through the rest of the students go get to him and holding something in her hands. Finally she made it to his desk and placed the wrapped box on the tabletop beside his bag.
"What is this, Harada-san?" he asked and picked up the box. Whatever was in it was heavy, and didn't seem to be secured very well, as the weight kept shifting as he tilted the box.
"It's a gift for Wiz. Don't shake it!" she hastily added when he raised it over his head. "You'll hurt it!"
"Nani?" Thoroughly confused, Daisuke placed the box back on the desk and knelt down to look at it. He noticed the small holes drilled around the top of it, then nearly fell backwards as the box jumped and moved. "What's in there?"
"It's a friend, for Wiz. Don't you remember?"
Oh yeah, he thought. Riku and I went to that pet shop to get the floppy-eared rabbit for Wiz, but it was already gone. Wiz was so sad that day, even the strawberries didn't help much. "Hai... You got a rabbit for my rabbit?"
"Hai!" She grinned and nodded, then turned as her name was called from across the room. "I have to get to practice. I hope Wiz likes it, and remember, don't shake the box!" With that, she nimbly picked her way through the maze of desks and joined her friend at the door. The two girls laughed and disappeared around the corner.
Daisuke looked back at the box as he pulled his bag onto his shoulders. Wiz... The little rabbit-like creature had become so desolate after Dark disappeared it nearly broke Daisuke's heart. The redhead was still coping with the loss as well; he never would've imagined how much he'd come to depend on the smooth-talking flirt of a thief for support, friendship and advice. Dark will be back in my children, though, he tried to console himself. Won't he? I mean, we did seal the artwork... Does that mean he'll disappear forever?
He shook his head to dispel the thought and scooped the box into his arms. A new friend will do Wiz a lot of good, he thought. A new friend would do me a lot of good as well. Too bad things with Harada-san didn't work...
After Daisuke had lost Dark, he'd tried going out with Riku Harada, but things didn't work out well, and they decided to be friends instead. It was a much easier burden to bear. Risa Harada, Riku's twin sister, had even tried dating the senior Satoshi Hiwatari, but that relationship was disastrous. Risa demanded more attention than Satoshi could give her, as he tried to keep up with his schoolwork and continue his job as commander-in-chief of the police force and still cope with the loss of his own other self, Krad, who was Dark's mortal enemy as well as his other half. Lately there had been a rash of Phantom Thief copycats and wannabes, but Satoshi and Daisuke both knew all too well that the real Phantom Thief Dark Mousy was gone.
Daisuke sighed as he stepped out onto the street. The rabbit in the box shifted anxiously and began pawing at the sides. The redhead stopped and peeked in the box through one of the air holes. Two big blue eyes blinked back at him from the dim interior. He smiled and picked up the pace. Maybe this new friend would be good for the both of them.
"Mum, I'm home," Daisuke called as he walked into the front door. He stopped on the doorframe, however, and wondered what kind of traps she may have set up this time. Hopefully none today; he had a passenger. Emiko Niwa and Daisuke's grandfather had, ever since Daisuke had been a child, been training him to become the legendary Phantom Thief by setting up traps for him and testing him and his reflexes. But since Dark had gone, his mother had somewhat lost the heart and will to go on with the training, though every now and again Grandfather would set up the odd trick to keep his grandson nimble and in skill.
Kosuke, Daisuke's father, came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. Father and son appeared alike, except for a few details. Daisuke had inherited his shock of fire-red hair from his grandfather on his mother's side and her large, wide eyes, though his were red while hers were brown. Kosuke's hair was black and his eyes were normal and tired-looking, though happy ever since he'd come home. Daisuke was much shorter than his father, but he blamed that on puberty—I have not yet begun to grow.
"It's okay to come in," Kosuke said as he tucked the dishtowel into the strings of his apron. "Emiko-chan and Daizu-san went out to the store. I was just finishing up with a strawberry upside-down cake."
"Isn't that usually for pineapples?" Daisuke asked.
Kosuke shrugged. "I was hoping it would cheer up Wiz. He's been so distressed ever since..." his voice trailed off.
Daisuke held up his box and laughed a bit sheepishly. "Harada-san Riku had the same idea. She bought a rabbit to be a friend for Wiz."
"That was kind of her. Anyway, the cake will be done as soon as it cools and I can put the rest of the glaze on it; can you go get Wiz?"
"Sure." Daisuke started up the stairs, then stopped and turned back to the older man. "Father? I just had an idea."
"Nani?" Kosuke turned around to look at his son.
"How about we have a party for Wiz? The cake can be, well, a cake, and Harada-san's gift can be, you know, a gift, and I'll run out real quick to get him one from us. You or Mum could fix beef stew and rice—he really liked that when we made it in cooking class. That ought to cheer him up."
Kosuke grinned. "That's a great idea, Daisuke. Why not? Should we wait for Emiko-chan and Daizu-san?"
"If you want to." Daisuke set the box down on the table. "Can you keep an eye on the rabbit while I'm out? If Mum and Grandfather get back before me, don't start without me! Thanks!" He took off.
Kosuke leaned a hip against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, and chuckled at the empty entranceway, then turned to go into the kitchen.
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The mall was busy for it being so early in the afternoon. Daisuke stood on the escalator and waited to arrive on the first floor. He had no idea, really, of what to get Wiz, but he was sure something would pop out at him sooner or later.
The redhead wandered through the wide open areas between the stores, peering into each room curiously. There were clothing stores, electronics shops, bookstores and thousands more, but nothing really Wiz would like. He was about to give up on the mall when his eyes locked on a tiny shop in the corner—an art shop. I could paint Wiz a picture, he thought delightedly. But of what? Not to be brought down, Daisuke made his way doggedly to the tiny store.
Brushes, paints, canvases—the store smelled of the art room at school, and Daisuke loved it. He hummed happily as he examined well-made hand-crafted brushes, pristine canvases, and colourful paints. There were art kits stocked for every project imaginable, from painting clothing to sculpting butter to ceramics of dolls. Daisuke ran his curious fingers across one of these doll-making kits. Maybe Wiz would like a little Dark doll that he could keep. Or would that only make things worse? Daisuke sighed. Wiz-like creatures were so complicated.
He was looking over a set of oil paints when a familiar flash of blue caught his eye. The redhead looked up to see Satoshi Hiwatari shuffling through the brushes. Satoshi had let his angel-soft blue hair grow out a bit to touch his collarbone, but it was still very well-kept and made him appear distinguished. He was taller than Daisuke—who isn't?—and softer-spoken. The Commander had gorgeous baby-blue eyes that Daisuke just adored. Satoshi had been the host to Dark's enemy Krad, an Angel of Light of sorts, but Daisuke and Satoshi had been friends.
"Hiwatari-kun!" Daisuke chirped happily. "What brings you here?"
Satoshi glanced up at his name, sapphire eyes softening when he saw who it was. "Niwa-kun. I was just looking for some supplies." He put the brush he'd been turning over in his hands back in the cup with the others. "What about you?"
"We're throwing a party for Wiz today—he's been so lonely since Dark left—and I've been looking for a gift for him. I was going to paint him a picture, but I can't think of one." The redhead sighed.
"Would you like me to walk with you?" Satoshi asked. Daisuke nodded and the two ambled out of the store. "What do you think Wiz would like?"
"I don't know. Harada-san got him a rabbit-friend, and Father's making a strawberry cake, so there go the two things I know he likes. Father or Mum is going to make his favourite dinner as well."
"Why don't you draw a picture for him?" Satoshi suggested as they walked towards the escalators. "One of him and Eter? She is still with you, no?"
"Hai, she is..."
"Didn't you say Wiz had a bit of a crush on her?" The blunet leaned one hip on the rail of the escalators. He'd changed out of his school uniform, Daisuke noted a bit belatedly. The younger boy also noted with a faint blush that the black skin-tight shirt and jeans made him look absolutely sexy, accenting his lean muscle, narrow hips, and long legs.
The redhead's throat went a bit dry and he coughed to clear it. "Something of that nature," he hedged. "But that's a good idea, Hiwatari-kun. Arigato."
He nodded and stepped up on the rising stairs. "Get what supplies you'll need for the painting," he said as the steps took him higher, "and meet me in the bookstore. I'll give you a ride home."
Daisuke flushed, but waved that he heard and turned back towards the art store. He studied the oil paints and the water colours for a moment, trying to decide which ones to use for Wiz and Eternal Instruction, or Eter, as his family so affectionately called her. The girl could morph from a human-like body to that of a bird whenever she became excited or flustered. She hadn't been acting herself exactly since Dark had left, either; maybe this could be a way to cheer them both up.
It took him a while to pick out the exact shades he wanted for Eter's hair and clothing, and by the time he purchased his paints and brushes, the clocks were chiming the six o'clock hour. Daisuke's eyes widened as he snatched his bag up and raced to the escalators. Kyah! Where is Hiwatari-kun? Why did it take me so long? Is he still in the bookstore? Thoughts raced through his mind as he tapped his toes impatiently on the escalator. It probably would've been faster to take the stairs.
Once on the second story, he sprinted to the bookstore, but they'd already closed. Did he leave without me? The redhead walked back to the escalator and waited as the mechanical stairs took him back down.
"Niwa-kun!"
Daisuke looked up to see Satoshi on the opposite escalator going up. The redhead turned around and tried to push through the throngs of people to walk up the escalator steps, but they were pushing him down, not letting him have any space. Once he reached the bottom, the redhead swung over and stepped up on the stairs leading to the second floor.
"Niwa-kun!" This time it was a somewhat laughing call. Satoshi leaned over the rail from the stairs going down and reached for Daisuke's hand, but he was pulled too far away before Daisuke could reach back. Laughing somewhat himself, Daisuke veered back over to the downward steps once he reached the top. Passersby were becoming flustered and annoyed with him by now.
"Hiwatari-kun!" he called when he saw the Commander leaning on the rail of the stairs making their way up, head tilted charmingly to the side. They kept up this game until, finally tired of going up and down and yet going nowhere at all, called to Satoshi as they passed one another yet again, "Wait down there for me." The blunet nodded.
The ride back down was made all the longer by Daisuke's actually wanting to be there. He sighed and stamped impatiently, making the other passengers on the stairs murmur and move away from him, casting annoyed glances his way. When a path opened up in front of him, Daisuke ran down the escalator stairs, gaining momentum and nearly tripping over his own feet as gravity pulled him down faster than he would normally. He hit the bottom of the moving stairs and stumbled, pitching forward.
Satoshi caught him and swung the redhead around in a full circle before Daisuke's momentum slowed down. The both of them were laughing, and people stopped to stare. Thoroughly enjoying themselves and feeling decidedly wicked, they devised a game and put it into action without even having to speak to one another about it. Satoshi cradled the redhead to his chest tenderly and glared at the passersby, snarling, "What? He's mine!" while Daisuke snuggled up closer to him and buried his face in the older boy's chest, crying happily, "We're finally together, my dearest Satoshi!" He was trying not to laugh and blow it while Satoshi stroked his back and hair possessively, growling at the people around them and whispering nothings in his ear. The warm air on his cheek tickled, but Daisuke only grinned. Mothers hurried their children along and eventually they were once more forgotten. Free to let go their laughter now, the boys parted and walked towards the exit, still giggling together.
"Ready for me to take you home?" Satoshi asked softly when they were outside in the cool refreshing night air. Daisuke nodded and followed after the blunet.
Satoshi led him over to a sleek, jet black motorcycle with chrome trimmings, parked between a white van and a blue Kia. He secured Daisuke's shopping bag in a leather saddle bag, then unstrapped a midnight blue helmet from the back and tossed it to the startled redhead. "Put that on."
"Okay. Hiwatari-kun, I didn't know you rode a motorcycle."
He shrugged. "I didn't used to, but I picked it up after Krad..." His voice trailed off and he coughed to clear his throat. I suppose, as sadistic as he was, Krad was very important to Hiwatari-kun, Daisuke thought as he struggled to fasten the helmet under his chin.
"Here, let me." Satoshi's voice was soft and his hands gentle as he batted away Daisuke's clumsy fingers and nimbly looped the strap through the two rings to fasten the helmet over Daisuke's hair. He tugged the knot tight and affectionately knocked on the top of the helmet. Daisuke couldn't help but grin in response. Then the blunet swung his leg over the seat and the bike roared to life as he started it up, then, kicking out the passenger's footpegs, motioned Daisuke to get on. Daisuke looked anxiously from Satoshi to the bike and back before placing one hand on Satoshi's shoulder and the other on the seat, awkwardly mounting the bike. Satoshi grinned and shook his bangs from his eyes as Daisuke situated himself.
"Try to stay still—don't shift your weight around too much," the older boy called over his shoulder. He shook his bangs from his eyes, a habit he had gotten into since he quit wearing his glasses—he didn't need them anyway, Daisuke had never figured out why he wore them in the first place— and revved the engine. Daisuke wrapped his arms securely around Satoshi's waist and leaned up against his back.
The bike slowly began to move, but soon it was racing with the cars. Satoshi grinned as they shot past another tiny car on the highway. Daisuke found the feeling of being on the back of a motorcycle freeing, and yet terrifying. He felt so uninhibited without the cold metal walls of a car around him and loved the feeling of the wind blowing across his body. The redhead was almost sad as the bike pulled to a stop outside his house. Awkwardly he dismounted and fumbled with the clasp once more.
"Here, let me get it." Satoshi laughed and pushed his fingers away. Daisuke felt a queer awareness that was just short of pain flash through his body as their fingers met, and a strange sense of loss and sadness when the contact was severed. The blunet very carefully pulled the helmet up and over Daisuke's head, slowly revealing the redhead's face, flushed with excitement from the ride.
"Did you like that?" the blunet asked conversationally as he retrieved Daisuke's bag from the saddlebags. "That was the first time I've ever ridden with a passenger. I would've been very sad had I wrecked and ended up killing one or both of us."
"Nani?!" Horrified, Daisuke could only stare as Satoshi handed him the bag.
Satoshi laughed. "Not too bad for a first, if I do say." He noted Daisuke's face and at least tried to appear remorseful. "Don't be mad, you were perfectly safe."
Daisuke recalled the free feeling that had encompassed him as they were gliding over the asphalt of the highway and couldn't find it in himself to be upset with the adorable detective. He found himself grinning back at Satoshi and laughing. "Hai, I know I was."
"Maybe we could go for rides more often," Satoshi suggested. "We haven't been seeing much of one another since..."
"Yeah..." Daisuke sobered and looked away. Satoshi seemed to be intent on studying the road at his feet. "So, um," Daisuke managed after a moment, "would you like to come in for the party? It ought to be fun, and I'm sure Wiz would be glad to have you here."
"Hai, arigato." Satoshi smiled and strapped the helmet onto the back of the motorcycle, then followed the redhead up the front steps. Daisuke felt his hand brush the older boy's and didn't know if it was intentional or not, but didn't care. His heart soared as the two of them stepped through the door. It was time to start the party.
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Author's Note
So how horrible was it? It was just a little scene I'd been kicking around and figured it'd be cute. Now, my dear readers, to continue this fic or leave it as is? I leave it to you to decide! And just so you know, that chapter (story?) was over twice as long as what my normal ones are. X.X .:feels tired:. ACK! I was supposed to start dinner fifteen minutes ago!!!