Hey, homeboys! I decided to re-vamp my story, so I edited the chapters a bit... they seemed kinda long-winded. So! yeah..
Warnings: DSLV. That would be.. suggestive Dialogue, Sexual content, strong Language, and Violence. For the faint of heart, there WILL BE RAPE in the future. Don'chy'all be bitchin' to me about being all.. rapey and torturey and violencey and stuff. Like I say on the issue of censorship, just don't read it. End of story. Another warning.. i really suck at updating. Be prepared to be disappointed. Sometimes I get on a writing streak, other times it takes months for ideas to come out.. I literally have to wait for the words to fall out of me. I'll try my damnedest, but a lot of the time, it just doesn't come out.
Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel. If I did, I wouldn't be wasting my time here... well actually, I'd probably be writing Descendants of Pants fics or something instead...
Oh, yeah.. I tried to keep the characters... well, in character... but uh.. they get weird later on, but from a psychological standpoint, the character development makes perfect sense. NE who... Enjoy!!!
stupid crappy page breaks not working like they should goddammit...
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It had been about seven months since Dark and Krad gained bodies of their own, and needless to say, Krad was still making Satoshi's life a living Hell. Day and night, he did nothing but pester, threaten, or molest the poor blue-haired boy; it only became worse once he started dating his only love, Niwa Daisuke. Through all of this, Satoshi continued to work as the Chief Commander of the Anti-Dark Tactics Force.
A shrill ringing sang through the air, as Hiwatari Satoshi's morning alarm sounded. A slim, pale hand forced its way through a mass of thick blankets to strike down harshly upon the clock, silencing the offending alarm. A young boy, no older than sixteen sat up from underneath the downy mountain. The blue-haired boy sat still for some time, allowing his body to awake from its slumber. He went through his normal morning routine: washing up, getting dressed, fending off a homicidal blonde who wanted nothing more than to lock him away from the world, et cetera. This morning, however, was a bit different, because, out of the blue, Satoshi's cell phone began to ring. He looked at the phone, perplexed, then checked the ID. "Hello, Father." "Ah, Satoshi. I trust that you are about to leave for school?" "Yes." "Good. Satoshi, I need a favor from you." The blue-haired boy replied, bored. "What is it?" "I want you to come to my office, tonight. I have some things I wish to discuss with you." "Of course, father." "Be there at eight; and come alone." "Yes." Satoshi hung up his phone and sighed. 'What could he possibly want now? Hn. Knowing him, it has something to do with Dark or Daisuke.' The bluenette sighed heavily. This was going to be a long day.
His day went by, though, just as normal and just as boring. The only thing he really looked forward to was seeing Daisuke during lunch and Art class (which was, unfortunately, the last period of the day). As the blue-haired boy staked out his spot in the art room, a mop of red hair tackled him from behind. "Hello, Daisuke. Having fun?" "Yep!" The redhead smiled brightly, and claimed his own spot next to the other boy. "Hey, 'Toshi, are you busy tonight?" "Well, yes. I have to see my Father tonight." The other boy looked sad for a moment. "Do you know why?" "No, he called me this morning, and asked me to go see him tonight." "It's probably about Dark." "Most likely." "You really don't like him, do you?" "Most of the time, I think I'd rather talk to Krad." Daisuke's eyes widened. "Yeesh! That bad?" "Mostly. But, sometimes, it's a little bit better than having to talk to Dark." The red-eyed boy chuckled at this.
Soon, the final school bell rang, cueing the entire student body to rush from the building as quickly as humanly possible. Daisuke waited for the rest of the students to leave, before he planted a full, but still chaste, kiss on the bluenette's lips. "Call me if you can." "I'll try." They embraced, but broke it quickly, so that Daisuke didn't miss his ride back home. "I love you, 'Toshi." "I love you, too, Daisuke." The Niwa boy grabbed his bag, and ran out of the classroom, waving to his lover. He sighed 'I'm so lucky to have someone as great as Dai.'
The blue-haired boy reluctantly returned home to the neurotic blonde. Almost instantly, he was at the boy's side, assaulting him with useless questions (that Satoshi ignored). "Krad, tonight I have to go see my father, and I don't know what time I'll be home, so don't bother asking." "Hn. Fine."
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Satoshi looked warily up to the top floor of the police station from the seat in his limousine. 'I don't like the feeling I'm getting. Nothing good can possibly come out of this meeting.' He exited the vehicle gracefully, and made his way to his adoptive father's office. He stood before the door soon enough, and glanced down at his watch. It was exactly eight o'clock. The blue-haired teen sighed, and hesitantly knocked on the door. "Come in." Satoshi opened the door, to reveal Hiwatari's eerily calm face. "Sit down, my son." 'What the Hell?' Satoshi narrowed his eyes in suspicion. His guard flew up as he closed the office door, and settled into a chair that sat before the large oak desk. "There is something that you wish to discuss with me?"
Kei smiled warmly, but his eyes betrayed a glimpse of his dark heart. "Yes, there is." He paused for a moment before speaking again. "Son, I have noticed that you have developed a… deeper, more… personal relationship with the Niwa boy. In the past, this would have been a problem, since, you and I both know, the boy was a vessel for Phantom Dark. This has definitely put such a… heavy… weight on your relations with each other. However, now that the curse of the Black Wings has been broken, and the two of them are separate, the Niwa boy is no longer a concern for me." He paused, waiting for Satoshi to absorb his words. He began again, "I have also noticed that the Niwa boy holds a great affinity for the thief, and would be utterly heartbroken if he were to be separated from him completely. I know that you would not want to see your… lover… that upset. This entire situation strains your relationship, as do your continued efforts to capture the thief. It pains me to see you in such turmoil. You're having trouble with your decision to capture the thief or not. If you arrest him, the Niwa boy would surely hate you for snatching away his dearest friend and 'other half', but if you don't, then Dark will be free to try his hand at stealing whichever priceless Hikari works that he wants! That means long hours and tireless efforts and scheming which will ultimately ruin your chances for true love with the Niwa boy."
Satoshi thought carefully for a moment. 'He's completely, and utterly right… about everything. There's no way that I can win… but the question is, why does he care? What is he up to?' Hiwatari began once again, "Not to mention, a certain blonde-haired terror that haunts your every waking moment! He can certainly be a handful, at times. I mean, if you didn't keep an eye on him, he would go out and kill both Dark, and your beloved Niwa, in no time at all! Really, you have a lot on your shoulders! Now, if it were up to me, I would take off all of this extra responsibility, and let you be a normal sixteen-year-old boy."
Satoshi was a bit stunned. 'What is he playing at? Why would he say something like this to me? There's… something wrong. There's something wrong with what he's saying.' "What are you getting at?" Satoshi would get answers, and he would get them now. The Commissioner smiled darkly at the boy in front of him. "My point is, Satoshi, that I have come up with a… solution to… most, if not, all, of your problems." The young Hikari's eyes widened a fraction, and he raised an eyebrow with curiosity. 'There must be some kind of horrible catch to this. There always is…' He narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean?" Hiwatari leaned casually back in his chair, draping one leg over the other, as he tapped a pen on his desk. "What I mean, is—I could help you out; take some of the weight off of your shoulders. There will be a price, however. You know, as well as I, that I don't do many things for free." "Of course. You would have to have a heart to just… do something to help someone when they are in need." "Well, I see no problem with having no heart; I think with my head, unlike most people. And, I think in terms of business. This is business, Satoshi." He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "Then what do you want? What are you proposing?" Kei tented his fingers, looking straight into deep blue eyes. "I want a trade."
'What?' The blue-haired boy kept his cold façade, but his mind raced frantically, attempting to decipher what the man had just said. 'What could that mean?' "What do you mean, a trade?" The brunette man shrugged. "I mean, a trade." 'A simple trade? No. It can't be that easy. There is a catch.' "I know what you're thinking; there must be some catch, right? Well, there is a bit of a catch. But, I don't think that you'd be too opposed to it." "What is it?" Kei tilted his head toward Satoshi, and his eyes bored deep into the teen's. "Krad." 'Krad? What does he mean by that?' "Krad?" "Yes, Krad. I want him, in exchange for everything else." "Everything else?" "Why, yes. And, I do mean everything." Satoshi wasn't buying it.
"Alright, here's the deal. You deliver Krad to me without any problems, and everything is taken care of. I would let you be with the Niwa, no questions asked, no strings attached; I personally take it upon myself to strike up an agreement with the thief—if he returns all of the stolen goods, and agrees to never steal another piece of artwork again… then, I will erase his criminal record, and he will no longer be a wanted man. This would keep your little boyfriend happy, as well." Satoshi couldn't believe his ears—this was all too good to be true! "And… if I have Krad, then he will be out of your hair for good. I can swear to you, on the honor of the Hikari, that you will never have to see him again. Then, you can be free to live your life the way that you want to. You can live and love as a normal teenage boy. You can have all this, in exchange for one little annoyance that hinders your relationship with the rest of the world. It'll be like, killing three birds with one stone. What do you think?"
Satoshi's mind raced frantically. All of his hopes and dreams had been extinguished as soon as he was born as the sole Hikari heir. But now, there was a chance at freedom! He could have the things he truly desired in life, all for the price of the curse that tormented his mind day and night! 'Is this all? All I have to do is give Krad to him? It's too good to be true! That's right… it is too good to be true. But, maybe, there is no catch! Why does he want Krad in the first place? Who cares, he'll be gone, right? No more worrying about whether or not someone will be harmed by his hands, no more late nights, trying to get him to just shut up and let me sleep! All he ever did was mock me and harass me. It's not like I need him, or anything! I've always thought (If I could just… get rid of him…), and now I can! No questions asked! AHAHAHAHA! I'll finally be free of that monster!' Satoshi had finally come to a decision. All the torture that he had to endure on his curse's part had culminated to this one, critical decision. "I'll do it." Kei smiled devilishly. "Wonderful!" "But first, I'll need a contract drawn up. And Dark will have to sign it, too." "Of course. I'll get started on it right away." Satoshi nodded, and stood from his seat. "Then we have a deal; for the most part. As soon as we have this agreement finalized, I will deliver Krad to you, no questions asked." Hiwatari nodded curtly. "Good." The bluenette bowed, and went for the door. Just as it was open enough to poke a head through, Hiwatari spoke again. "Oh, son, one more thing," "Yes, father?" "I'm going to need you to bring me the Cinch of Docility." 'Why would he need that?' "Just do it. Oh, and inform Dark and the Niwa boy of this new development. But don't let them find out too much. Just tell them that you bought me off, or something. Oh, and don't tell Krad of any of this." "Of course, Father. Goodnight."
Satoshi walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. He smiled gently to himself. For nothing more than the price of one and a half fairly useless Hikari art pieces, he was finally going to be free to love Daisuke as he pleased.
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YAY! XD