DISCLAIMER: I do not own DNAngel, or any of it's characters, but I AM responsible for sticking Krad and Takeshi together! Aren't I insane! Bwhahahahahaha! ((Yes... I know this is a Takeshi/Daisuke fic... just read and you'll understand...))
SUMMARY: Takeshi, 20, inherited lots of money when his father died. Tragic, yes. Daisuke, 17, leads a poor, abused life. Tragic, most definitely. Bumping into him on the streets, Daisuke wins the heart of Takeshi, completely by accident. Can he win over Daisuke's cold heart? Or will both be broken? Take/Dai Krad/Take Krad/Dark AU NC
WARNINGS: Possible violence... Semi-Incest... Attitude... OOC AUness... Odd pairings... Rape... Abuse... Fluff... Painful memories... Everything...
THANKS TO:
Kitsu for being my all-knowing beta! (Welcome, hun. X3)-- That's my beta!
Alrighty! Here's the prologue of my brand new story!
Puroroogu
Flashbacks
Present day
Takeshi's POV:
"Man, what a day!" I sigh and lean back in my chair, thoroughly exhausted. I close my eyes and clasp my hands behind my head. "And as busy as it was... It was completely and utterly boring..." I shake my head and lean farther back in the chair. "Dad's supposed to be coming home from his business trip today..." I smile a bit. I always liked my dad. Even though he's the richest man in Japan, he never once let that get in the way of being a good father. "I miss you dad..."
"You really should learn to think in your head." Crap. My eyes immediately open and I make to sit back up straight, but it's too late. CRASH! ...Ow.
"DARK! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!" I scream at him from the heap of person I am on the floor. He always does this.
"Well... You shouldn't lean back in the chair like that, you could get hurt." I flip myself around and get up, rubbing my now sore neck. I glare at Dark; him and his stupidly fake concern.
"Only by you..." Ok, I know how it sounds. He's the mean, yet loving, older brother. Right? ...Right. But only by one year!
"You know I'm just messing with you. So, Daddy IS coming home today?" I look at his now gleeful smile and roll my eyes.
"I know you don't like him... So you don't have to pretend around me." I shake my head. "And you're 19. Aren't you a little old to refer to him as 'daddy'?" I smirk at him.
"You don't know the first thing about sarcasm, do you?" My smirk quickly changes to a glare.
"Guess not... Teach me?" Oh, there's the smirk again. He walks over to me and ruffles my hair. I hate that he's taller than me, AND older.
"Heh... I'd have a better chance teaching sarcasm to an imaginary friend..." Ooo... Right into my hands.
"Oh, so you've tried teaching your imaginary friends to be like you?" I shudder at the thought. "More of you... A true nightmare."
"They'll have more personality than you'll ever have." I raise an eyebrow. I think I might be stuck. Uh-oh. After the short pause in which I know Dark's waiting for my comeback, his smirk turns into a grin. "I WON! HAHAHA!" He pulls out that memo pad of his. God I hate that thing. He flips it open and marks another tally under his name, like he always does. "That's ... 444 times for me, and-- .. hey.. 444! That's so cool! ...Wait! That's my unlucky number! NUUUU! Something bad is going to happen to me! ... Oh well, where was I? Oh yes. 444 times for me, and... 9 for you. Haha."
"9? Hey, that's MY unlucky number." I chuckle as he stops his insane laughing immediately.
"GAH! I can never win!" He pockets the memo book again, and I blink.
"You won 444 times! What are you talking about?" I stare at him in disbelief.
"Well, yeah... but then you ALWAYS have to get the same as me. I was supposed to be the only one with the unlucky number! You ALWAYS steal my thunder!" I smirk. Yes, it's true. Always happens. Wait... I know what he's doing. My smirk immediately dies.
"That's not true!" My lip twitches.
"Yes it is!" Twitch.
"Is not!" Twitch.
"It IS!" Twit-- Oops... I laugh my ass off. Damn, I lost again. "SCORE!" Ugh. I can't even beat him in a simple game of 'Laughers Doom'. I shake my head, recomposing myself. Oh yes, just in time for Dark to grab me around the neck and give me that damn noogie. I wonder if he knows how much that hurts? Maybe I'll show hi--
"SIRS!" I blink as we both freeze, looking dumbly at the servant who's standing in the doorway. It seems he's been trying to get our attention for quite some time now. Oops... We quickly stand up straight and I almost laugh as I watch Dark frantically smooth down his hair. I shrug. Mine always looks the same way, no matter what I do.
"Yes?" I finally return the servant's summon.
"I'm afraid I have some grave news... About your father." I blink. Grave? News? Afraid? Father? What happened?
"What? What is it?" I blink again, tears starting to come to my eyes. I know what he's going to say. I just know it. I feel Dark's arm circle my waist in a protective manner.
"His private jet crashed somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean earlier today. No one is sure what caused the crash, but... There were no survivors." I blink again, tears already finding their own paths down my cheeks. He... He's... no... I-It can't be. I'm in complete shock as Dark dismisses the servant and leads me to my bedroom.
"D-Dead?" I let a choked sob as I turn to Dark and sob into his shoulder. Somehow we got to my room and are sitting on my bed. Dark pets my head, cooing gently in my ear, trying to soothe me. I let the tears fall; I didn't even know I had this many tears. "M-Make the pain go away... Dark..." Muffled, yes, but he can still hear it.
"I will... I promise..." He pushes me back on the bed, so I'm lying down. I don't know what he's doing; the only thing I can feel at the moment is the overwhelming pain tearing my body to shreds. Then the emotional pain I'm suffering is pushed aside as I feel warm breath on my... Ahem... Lower areas.
"D-Dark? What are you--" He places a finger over my lips, shushing me.
"I'm making the pain go away... Just relax Takeshi... I'm not going to hurt you, I promise..." I look into his eyes, and they're so full of sincerity. I nod slightly and lay back, but not before seeing my pants are gone. When did that happen? My eyes clench shut as I feel a tongue slide over my erection. Erection? When did THAT happen? Soon he has me writhing and moaning in pleasure, the emotional pain forgotten, for now...
Takeshi's POV:
That was 2 years ago. Now I'm 20, and Dark's 21. Surprisingly enough, I don't remember anything before that moment. I guess I blocked it out.
Dark inherited my father's fortunes, and businesses, but he split it with me, leaving us both completely and utterly rich. Our actions that night were never told to anyone, and were also never repeated. Besides, I have a boyfriend now. Yes, I'm gay. I have been for a long time. Krad's my boyfriend, and we have a lot of fun together. Take that however you will.
Dark's still single. Well... Single in a way where he'll sleep with a cute guy and then dump him the next day. He seems to have a thing for redheads. Once, I heard him brag about a redheaded young boy he met up with in the streets. Said he was a good fuck, and then he dumped him immediately afterwards. Sometimes I wonder though...
Surprisingly enough, I don't know much about Krad. He's mentioned a stepfather, and a younger brother, but I've never met either of the two. Krad doesn't seem to be on good terms with his stepfather, or even his brother for that matter. Honestly, I don't care much either. All I need in life is Krad.
I mean, yes I do still find myself checking other guys out. Especially on the streets. Does that make me a bad person? Didn't think so. The only thing that really gets me about this town is the overwhelming amount of women trying to get my money. I can't trust anyone anymore. Some would say I'm cold and mean, and that money has changed me. But it hasn't.
All it's done is open up my eyes to the true evils of the world. I've learned not to trust anyone, except Dark and Krad. I don't even really love Krad, but he's just... How do I say this? A good lay? No... A GREAT lay. Yup, that sounds like Krad. You may think of me as a bad person, but I'll never let anyone get close to me.
Never...
At least, that's what I thought until I had a chance encounter with this beautiful, moody redhead who stole my heart...
What am I going to do?
A/N: Ok! That sets it up for the story to start! Don't worry... I'll go into detail about Daisuke's life, how they met, etc. in the next chapter! (Flashbacks ROCK!) Review and tell me you want me to continue! Just so you know, I'll continue no matter what you say, but I RULE YOU ALL! ABSOLUTLEY NO FLAMES!
Kupo