~Gemini Lotus~
By: Aerys Krystie.
Guest author: Danaeyl Panthernopaeus. Dream guy!
Theme: AU.
Plot: Krad's having a difficult time getting used to the idea of having his own body. He can't understand the need for school. He's losing his mind and he's reaching out to the one person he knows that can save him. The only problem, can he see the warning signs before it's too late?
Warnings: Language, slight violence, slight insanity, yaoi, slight horror themes and OOC. Possibly more as the story goes, considering it is taking on a life of its own.
Disclaimer: The characters of DNAngel do not belong to me. I make no profit from this story.
If a group of teenagers were asked a simple question, Dark would be the first to say that he hated Mondays. After a relaxing two day break, he hated having to get up at quarter to six the next morning. It just plain sucked and it usually put him in a bit of a bad mood, especially considering Dark still didn't believe in having a bedtime. He went to bed, usually, whenever he passed out. Emiko wasn't pleased about that, Dark knew that but what choice did Dark have? It's going to take a little longer than a month for Dark to get into the habit. Moreover, Dark wasn't looking forward to this particular Monday.
Dark opened his eyes and stared at his alarm clock as it continued to buzz annoyingly at him. He slapped the snooze button and rolled onto his back, hands behind his head as he gazed up at his ceiling. Downstairs, he could hear Emiko in the kitchen, making breakfast. Daisuke was in the bathroom and not even God knows where the grandfather was. Dark took the nine minutes – seven now – of snooze time to reflect on the last month of his existence with his own body.
For the sake of doing something everyday, Dark had enrolled at the school Daisuke attended. As it was expected, Dark became the most popular in the education building, which helped Daisuke's status go up as well. No one, not even Dark, knew what had happened. He just woke up on the living room sofa of Daisuke's place, naked. Emiko didn't seem to mind that part and Daisuke had blushed like a girl. The dunkel engel remembered everything, last three hundred years of his life but didn't remember how he ended up on the sofa, neither did Emiko or Daisuke. Dark assumed that if he had his own body, Krad would too, and his assumptions were rectified by Daisuke, who had spoken to Satoshi.
School was fun. Dark enjoyed all the attention he got. Granted, there was some attention from the male population he didn't want and the unwanted desires of a certain Harada twin but other than that, it was mostly smooth sailing. The studying was annoying and Dark loathed assignments that he had to do over the weekends. What kind of sadist did that? As far as Dark was concerned, that was something so evil, only Krad would think of it. If it wasn't bad enough they had to attend five days a week, he had to take some of the hell home with him. The 'hell' being homework. Some of his teachers seemed to have a hard on for homework and Dark hated one in particular, science. Krad and Dark's science teacher would get along famously if they were to ever meet and Dark had no doubt they would. Demons seemed to find each other.
Krad. Dark hadn't seen the so-called 'light angel' since they were given their own bodies but had a feeling he would see the prick that had made the last three hundred years of his life murder when he got to school. That's right. The Monday that Dark wished would never have happened was finally on him. Apparently, Satoshi was tired of Krad staying locked up and forced him to do something. According to Daisuke, Satoshi had suggested school, so Krad could some social skills. Dark had laughed at that, when he heard it. Not only did Krad not want to be around people, Dark was certain the blond sure as hell didn't want to speak to them. Satoshi was pinning too much on Krad changing who he was, in Dark's eyes.
There was a knock at the bedroom door and Dark called that he was awake, just as his alarm went off again. He turned the damn thing off and threw back the covers, stretching. He got to his feet and headed to the bathroom. Dark showered quickly and returned to the bedroom to get dressed. With a yawn, he joined the rest of the family downstairs and looked at what Emiko had prepared for breakfast. Dark's stomach growled and he wolfed down everything that was placed in front of him. He knew he should've taken him time to enjoy it, as it was probably the only good thing that was going to happen to him that day. Once breakfast was over and done with, Daisuke and Dark went to the front door, got their bags for school and pulled on their shoes.
"Now, Dark, be nice to Krad. He's not like you and Satoshi said he's having a hard time trying to deal with being humanish," Daisuke said.
"I'm always nice, Dai!" Dark exclaimed, feigning hurt.
That was true, to an extent. Dark couldn't be held responsible for what he might do to Krad, though. Three hundred years is a lot of past to forget just because Krad didn't know how to be human. And yet, by the glare on Daisuke's face, Dark knew his ex-host was going to be keeping a close eye on him just to make sure the school stayed in tact during the day. Again, that wasn't Dark's fault. Most of the time, if not all of the time, Krad was the one that started the fights and Dark was just the one who got the blame, somehow. Curse that blond bastard for being able to get me into trouble without trying! Dark's eyes narrowed and opened the door with more force than necessary.
Emiko called out for them to have a good and they shouted back their thanks and byes. The walk to school was a quiet one, quieter than usual. Daisuke glanced at the angel and saw that he seemed to be in deep thought. Daisuke was worried. For Dark to be thinking about something like that, it could only mean one of two things. One: Dark was thinking of ways to kill Krad without any of the blame falling on him. Or two: Dark didn't do an assignment and was thinking of an excuse to get himself a little more time to finish it. The last time that second one had happened, Daisuke had to fake tears over a dead goldfish they never had. When confronted about it, Dark had said he'd overheard Daisuke asking Emiko for one. Sometimes, Dark just knew when to be completely stupid and most of the time, it caught Daisuke off guard.
As they walked, Satoshi's car pulled up beside them and the blue haired teen stepped out. Daisuke stopped and grinned. Satoshi had been free of Krad's parasitic ways for a year, before the freak accident happened. Daisuke knew that without having to keep Krad under control, Satoshi would lighten up a little and the two teens had become friends. Satoshi was still cold but he was no longer unfeeling or hateful, something that Daisuke was grateful about.
"Hey, Dark! Our ride is here!" Daisuke called.
Dark paused and looked over his shoulder, seeing Daisuke disappeared into the back of the car. With a sigh, Dark followed and froze when he saw Krad in there, as well. Krad didn't even pay attention to either of them, just continued to stare out the window. Dark was thankful for small mercies as he closed the door and the car continued on with journey. Daisuke and Satoshi spoke about an upcoming project they were going to be working on and Dark glanced at Krad. He saw what Satoshi meant about Krad not adapting well to having his own body. The blond at least knew what a shower was as his gold hair was gleaming and his skin was clear and radiant, like it always had been. Dark felt a small pang of jealousy at that.
"Hey, Krad," Dark said with a friendly tone. He got nothing. No reply. No glare. No acknowledgment whatsoever. Not even a blink of the eye. Dark stretched across and poked Krad's ankle with his foot. "I said, hello!"
Krad shook his head and glanced at Dark. "Good morning."
Dark raised an eyebrow. He wasn't expecting that, considering Krad had told him he wanted a long distance relationship. If what they had could be called a relationship. Basically, Krad had told Dark to go to hell and for the blond to say 'good morning', albeit like he wasn't fully aware of where he was, just wasn't something Krad did. Dark didn't know what he was complaining about. He should just be happy that Krad didn't try to instigate a fight in the back of a moving car. Dark knew that Krad wouldn't have a problem with opening the door and throwing Dark out or throwing himself out.
They arrived a few minutes later at the gate to the school and they filed out of the car. Dark held his hand up, shielding his eyes from the sun as the car took off. Krad stared after it mournfully and Dark smirked to himself. That's right, Krad, you're not about to become my bitch, he thought smugly as they walked onto school grounds. Satoshi said he would take Krad to the office so he could his class schedule and would see Daisuke later. Dark watched them go and headed to his class. He could only hope that Krad wasn't with him. That would make things even more annoying.
I hate my life. That was the only thing Dark could think when Krad sat beside him in his first class. Seriously, what the fuck did I do to deserve this? Dark stared at Krad. More importantly, what do I have to do to make this all be a bad dream? Save the rainforest? Help uneducated kids? Recycle? Dark sighed to himself and faced forward. He hoped that if he ignored Krad then the blond would just disappear, go back to Black Wings and never show his face again.
Already Krad was making Dark's life a hell. The demonic angel already had girls whispering about him and if they were talking about him, they weren't talking about Dark and Dark didn't like that. Sure, popularity was superficial but Dark didn't care how shallow that made him. He was the Phantom Thief! Well, ex-Phantom Thief but that should've been enough to make sure no one ever spoke about anyone besides him. Dark glanced at Krad, trying to see what the girls saw. Maybe it's his long hair. They could think he's gay and try to be friends with him. Isn't a girl's best friend meant to be a gay guy? Dark raised an eyebrow and smirked. Perhaps there was something left for him to do to Krad to make up for the last three hundred years.
When first period was over, Dark turned to Krad as the other students left the room. "What class do you have next?"
"Science," Krad replied, putting his books into his bag.
"Same." Dark got to his feet and waited for Krad. "You should like our teacher. You and he have a lot in common. He's a sadist, too." Dark thought he heard Krad sigh as the blond stood and walked out of the room. Dark raised an eyebrow but shrugged and followed, leading the way to the next class. After that, there was a ten minute break, another three periods, lunch and a final class before the day was over.
When they walked into the room, the teacher, Mr. Ito, pulled Krad aside and thrust a pile of papers in his face. "New student, brilliant! Take this ten page test so I can see what you know. You have until the end of this class. Sit at the back of the room. If you raise your head, I'll assume you've finished."
Krad blinked and took the papers, heading to the back of the class. He sat down and got out a pencil. Dark watched him and raised an eyebrow again. When Ito had done that to him, Dark got detention for a week for telling the teacher to go fuck himself. Krad either didn't want to get a bad reputation or had completely lost his spine and do whatever he was told to. Or maybe it was a bit of both. Dark couldn't be sure. He took his seat and waited for the teacher to spring a test on them, like he had done with Krad. Instead, it was time for a pop quiz and Dark mentally cursed.
As the minutes wearily ticked by, that class was the longest period, Dark glanced over his shoulder at Krad, who was working diligently on the test. That was when Dark realized he didn't know a thing about Krad, except that he was evil. He didn't know how intelligent Krad was or if the blond even knew about anything, except how to cause Dark the most pain without even breaking a sweat. Dark sighed and went back to his quiz. As he stared at the questions, Dark thought to himself how much easier it would be to know the answers to the stupid questions if the teacher didn't make the class so painfully boring. Most of the time, the students just tuned out and thought about irrelevant things. Dark assumed everyone did that because it was what he was known for doing. Every so often, in other classes, he would daydream.
Right then, even though he didn't care, Dark was curious as to how well Krad was doing on that test Ito had thrown at him. It wouldn't be surprising if Krad was struggling with it, considering it was his first day and not even Dark knew what section they were on in their books. On the other hand, Satoshi was a genius, so maybe Krad was as well. With another look, Dark saw Krad pull his file out and begin writing something down. It's probably the same test, Dark figured that I got on my first day, too. Which meant there were three essay questions and Krad was probably on the first, writing as quickly as possible.
That test was horrible and deserved to be thrown in a raging fire, as far as Dark was concerned. Like he cared about the molecular structure of anything or how one formula could save thousands of cells or anything like that. Much less having to write a five page essay on three different subjects. Dark could barely write five lines. It seemed Krad didn't have a problem with it, though as he was already on the third page of the first essay. I hate him. There was another pang of jealousy as Krad finished the first essay and got to work on another. Great. He'll probably be a teacher's pet, too. Dark turned his attention back to his quiz and realized he had only done the first two questions. He found it a little disturbing that watching Krad do a ten page test was more interesting than getting good grades.
"Have you completed the test, Krad?" Ito asked, smirking. He did warn Krad that if he looked up during the test, he was done. And that included checking the time.
"Yes, sir."
Shocked murmurs went through the class as Krad handed in the test and waited for the teacher to mark it. "Great, just what we need. Another genius that Ito can compare us to and belittle us with," the kid next to Dark whined.
Dark ignored him and watched Ito. The teacher put his pen down and looked Krad directly in the eye, until Krad lowered his head. "There's only been one other student in this school that's been able to complete that test and get a mark of ninety-eight. Good work." Ito smiled and Dark felt the need to vomit.
Krad nodded and returned to the desk at the back of the class. The kid beside Dark spoke again, "Why are the emo kids always the smartest?"
"He's not emo," Dark said, a smirk curving his lips. "He's just gay."
"Well, no shit," the kid said and laughed. "Everyone knew that in first period."
Your high school years just got worse, Krad, Dark thought triumphantly. He cheered, along with three other people, when the bell rang. They all placed their quiz on the teacher's desk and ran from the room. Dark waited outside, knowing that if showed up without Krad, Daisuke would attempt to hurt him and Dark didn't want to lose any more of his popularity for hurting the kid. Just when he saw Krad, the door closed and he heard the teacher's muffled voice from the other side. Dark's patience began to run thin after five minutes. He decided he would just tell the other two that Krad was talking to the teacher. After all, Krad wasn't his responsibility and the blond could just ask someone else for directions to the next class.
When the bell for lunch rang, Dark was worried. Krad hadn't shown up to the last three periods and that wasn't the best way to start a first day. He went outside and was surprised to see Krad sitting under a tree, a small bird on his hand. Well, he can't be that evil if birds aren't scared of him. Dark walked over to the blond and the bird took flight, Krad raising his head to watch it flee. Dark sat beside the light angel and gently nudged him.
"What happened to you? You missed three periods." Krad didn't say anything and Dark got the feeling it was going to be more useful to talk to a wall. But he wasn't going to accept Krad's silence. "Did Ito keep you busy for extra credit or something?" he teased, surprised when Krad got to his feet and walked off. "Did I say something wrong?"
Dark looked up when someone called his name. He saw Daisuke waving him over, holding lunch in the air. Dark stood and brushed the dirt off his pants as he joined Satoshi and Daisuke at the picnic table. Dark did love autumn. As much as he didn't want people to know, Dark enjoyed the school yard at that time of year. The trees were beautiful with their orangey-red leaves. He opened his lunch and began eating, not paying much attention and just staring at the scenery.
"Dark-san!"
"Oh, fuck me," Dark groaned and looked up. He saw Risa running towards him, a huge smile plastered on her face. Krad, even if you aren't, you have no idea how lucky you are for everyone to think you're gay. Dark forced a grin as the girl sat beside him. "Hi…Risa."
"I made something for you!"
Dark bit back a scream when he saw her pull out a lunch box. He quickly thought of an excuse. "Hey, look at that!" he said and pointed to somewhere above Satoshi's head. When the girl looked, Dark ran. He ran like he was being chased by a monster, which in his mind, Risa was. He went to the male washroom, slamming the door and resting his back against it, panting. "Fucking psycho," he muttered to himself.
Dark went to a basin and splashed cold water over his face. He felt guilty that he had left Daisuke and Satoshi alone with the girl but he knew they would understand. Dark shut the water off and heard someone vomit. He groaned. It was still better than being beside them because he had tried Risa's cooking, though. The person blew their nose, flushed the toilet and stepped out, freezing.
"Krad?" Dark turned around, an eyebrow raised. "Are you okay?"
Dark took a step towards the blond, who just leaned heavily on the door of the stall. Satoshi shouldn't have said that Krad was having a difficult time adapting. It appeared that Krad wasn't adapting at all to having his own body. Dark placed a hand on Krad's forehead. He didn't feel too hot, so he obviously didn't have a fever. There were a couple of other things that Dark could think of. One: Krad was stressed. Or two: Krad remembered something really disgusting.
Dark placed a hand on Krad's shoulder, his eyes widening. It felt like bone and only bone. "Hey, Krad? Do you pain in this area of your body?" Dark asked, placing his other hand on Krad's abdomen. Krad nodded. "That's called a hunger pain, which means you should eat something."
Dark was about to say something else when Krad turned around, knelt and vomited again. Krad was throwing up a lot of something for someone who had probably only eaten once, maybe twice and that was probably when Satoshi forced him. Dark went down on one knee beside Krad, rubbing his back and shuddering. It was disgusting to rub someone's spine and it made Dark's stomach churn at the feel. Still, Satoshi probably didn't think he had anything to explain and just assumed that Krad knew what to do, after being trapped inside of humans for so long.
Krad glanced at Dark from the corner of his eye. "Thank you," he whispered.
Dark smiled kindly and got some toilet paper and wiped the corners of Krad's mouth. "Don't worry about it. Let's get you to the nurse's office and see if she'll hold you until the end of the day." Dark threw the paper into the toilet, seeing that Krad had thrown up a lot of water and there were traces of milk. He flushed and wrapped an arm around Krad's waist, crying out when Krad suddenly jerked back.
"No. I want to go to class."
Dark frowned. He couldn't let Krad go to class in the condition he was in. He had to take the blond home and feed him something. "Krad, no. You're in not in the best condition." Why do I give a fuck again?
Krad shook his head weakly. "I don't care. I'm not going to the nurse's office."
"And why not?"
Krad shifted. "I told her I was fine."
"So she knows about your anorexia?"
Krad got to his feet, relying a little too much on the wall and left the stall, rinsing his mouth out. "I don't suffer from anorexia, Dark," he stated matter-of-factly.
Dark stood behind Krad and raised an eyebrow. "Right," he drawled. "And what would you call it?"
"I'd call it 'not knowing how the fucking human body works', jackass." Krad spun around and stepped back, not realizing Dark was that close to him. He winced as the basin dug into his back but glared at Dark, who looked amused at his little outburst. "Fuck you."
Dark watched as Krad stepped around him, grabbed his bag and left the restroom. If Krad didn't want to admit he had a problem that was his fault. Dark just felt sorry for Satoshi, who would have to pay for the funeral when Krad finally died. And Dark would have to pay for the after party to celebrate that Krad was dead and wasn't going to bother anyone again. He looked up when the bell rang and swore when he remembered he'd left his bag outside. He hoped that one of the other two had grabbed it before Risa did. The last thing he needed was for her to go through his stuff and take what she wanted.
Dark stepped out and was greeted by Satoshi, who thrust his bag at him. "Try not to piss Krad off again, please. I don't want the cops on my front doorstep again because he just beat the shit out of someone."
Dark raised an eyebrow and found himself to be doing that a lot that day, especially when it came to Krad. "Sure, no promises though. He hates me, remember?"
"I can understand why. Telling someone who doesn't suffer from anorexia that they do is any reason to hate someone, Dark. What part of 'he doesn't understand what he's going through' didn't you understand?" Satoshi turned and walked off before Dark could give his answer.
"No one ever said he didn't understand," Dark called out, growling softly when Satoshi just waved his hand. "Well, they didn't," he muttered to himself, heading in the opposite direction for the last class of the day.
When Dark entered the room, the teacher for that class was always late; he was not impressed to see Krad talking to the cutest girl in the entire school, Miyuki. The blond was pointing something out in her work and explaining it to her. She looked up at Krad and smiled sweetly, which seemed to take Krad by surprise and Dark smirked. Obviously the poor girl hadn't heard that Krad's gay and was getting her hopes up for nothing. He walked up them and saw that it was her essay for the class.
"You know so much about it," she gushed and Dark wanted to kill Krad right there. "Almost like you were there."
It was an essay on World War II and Krad was there. He was the one that gave Hitler the idea to start the damn war. The jealousy spiked again and Dark so wanted to let her know that Krad was responsible for the death of thousands of people. He knew, however, that if he did that, he would be the one branded as crazy and ridiculed the rest of his high school life and probably into college.
"Oh, I'm sorry I'm late class! I forgot!" Ms. Tachibana said as she entered. Her short blond hair was disheveled and the papers she carried were just as bad.
The class chuckled and Dark always had a theory about why an attractive woman like her was still single; she'd probably forget about her own wedding. He took his seat and noticed that Krad sat beside Miyuki. Another pang of jealousy. Dark had been trying for the last month to get her attention and she just shut him down every time he tried. Krad walked in and she was all over him. That sucked. That more than sucked. That pissed Dark off to no end. What was so special about Krad that the girls would forget about him and pant after the demonic blond? Dark studied Krad. They weren't different; they both had the almond shaped eyes so maybe it was the coloring. Dark shook his head. It couldn't be anything to do with looks because Dark knew he was the better looking of the two. It just had to be the fact that he was the new student.
Ms. Tachibana looked at Krad, confused before a grin spread over her face. "Oh! You're the new student Mr. Ito was talking about! It's so nice to meet you and welcome to your history class!" Krad gave a small, almost shy smile and Dark's eyes widened. "Well, then! Shall we get started?"
"I fucking hate him!" Dark raged when he got home. He kicked his shoes off and stormed up to his bedroom, slamming the door.
Emiko blinked and turned to Daisuke. "What happened?"
Daisuke actually had no idea what had happened. He knew Dark was angry on their walk home as he refused to get a ride, like they normally did. He told Satoshi to piss off and had walked on. Daisuke apologized and had followed, trying to get an answer. Dark just continued muttering to himself the entire time and then they got home and Dark had made a hell of an entrance. It still didn't make sense and Daisuke wasn't sure he wanted to ask Dark any more questions, not while the angel was in that sort of mood.
"I have no idea, mum. He's been angry since school finished."
"Daisuke, honey, he's not angry; he's pissed off." Emiko sighed and went back to the kitchen, continuing with dinner. Once Dark calmed down, he would be hungry.
Dark threw himself down on his bed, after removing his uniform. I. Fucking. Hate. Him. I hate him! Dark sighed and rolled onto his back. He looked at his curtain, not that it was anything interesting but it was fluttering in the wind and Dark knew he didn't open his window. He left it alone. He didn't care. If someone was going to break into the house via his window, they were insane, not to mention amateurs. Why break into someone's house and then leave something open and let know you were there? Morons. Dark moved onto his knees and let his head fall back, closing his eyes.
Dark sighed. I don't hate him. It's not his fault I'm a slacker. He opened his eyes slowly and gazed at the ceiling for the second time that day. With a sigh, he got up and went to his desk, taking his bag with him. Tachibana had given them a report to do for extra credit. It wasn't something he wanted to do but Dark was bored and didn't want to think too much about Krad. The blond had taken up too much of his time that day as it was and Dark wasn't going to think about him when he didn't have to.
The French Revolution? Wasn't Krad responsible for that one, too? Dark pulled out his history textbook as well as his file and a pen. He began reading and scoffed. Yeah, that looked like Krad's work. Man, Krad. What the fuck happened to you? Once upon a time, our roles were reversed then you went insane. Dark shrugged to himself and continued to read. Before he knew it, he was half way through the chapter of the French Revolution and was brought out of it by someone knocking on his door. He marked the page, stood, stretched and opened his door, seeing Krad standing there, gold eyes wide as they took in Dark's lack of attire.
Dark's heart skipped a few beats as Krad's eyes looked him over. Seconds later, which felt like hours to the blond, Krad blushed and turned away, after glaring at Dark. "Do you always open your bedroom door when you're naked?"
Dark laughed. He was going to have so much fun. "Only when I know there's someone who'll take a full minute to get over my sexiness on the other side." Door still open, Dark pulled on a pair of jeans. "Did you want something?"
"I was sent up here to tell you that dinner is ready, also that Satoshi and I will be joining you." Krad glanced over his shoulder and looked away as another blush crept onto his cheeks. He hurried downstairs, not wanting to be around Dark.
"Fuck me…" Dark muttered as he pulled his shirt on and left his room, closing the door.
Emiko had cooked enough food to feed an army, Dark noticed as he sat down at the table. That was the second thing he noticed, the first thing he noticed was Krad talking to Daisuke. That was enough to give anyone a shock but somehow; Dark was expecting it, since Krad almost had a girlfriend, by the name of Miyuki. The thought of getting laid was enough to put anyone in a better mood. Dark sat down as Emiko brought out a last dish and took her seat.
"So, Krad, are you still evil?" she asked as she helped herself to some garlic vegetables.
"I'm not starting wars and revolutions anymore, if that's what you mean, Emiko-san."
"And are you still trying to kill Dark?"
Krad turned his eyes to Dark and he could've sworn he saw a playful twinkle in them before he looked back at Emiko. "Only if he gives me a reason to."
"I'd just kick your ass again," Dark practically challenged.
"Don't start," Emiko, Satoshi, Daisuke and Krad warned.
Dark pouted slightly and went back to eating. He glanced at Krad and saw something odd. Krad's hair was falling over his shoulder as he lent around Satoshi to answer one of Emiko's questions. It was odd because Krad's hair was longer than that. It was long enough to strangle someone with. A glimmer of light around Krad's neck drew Dark's attention to the silver cross hanging from a collar. The same cross that used to be at the end of his hair. I think I might be paying too much attention to Krad. Why do I care if his hair has been cut? Dark blinked.
"When did you cut your hair, Krad?" he asked.
"It had to be cut today," Krad replied. "Some asshole in history class got me with the scissors while I was helping Miyuki with her essay."
"Oh, wow!" Daisuke breathed, only noticing it himself. "Do you know who did it?"
"No, but I have thirteen suspects. Well, fourteen if you include Dark, but I don't think he would do anything that heartless."
Would I do something like that? Dark mentally shook his head. He knew he wouldn't have even thought of attacking Krad like that. Dark knew that Krad's hair was as important to him as Dark's…Uh…'Friend' was to him and since Krad had never gone for that spot on Dark, he wouldn't sink as low as to attack Krad's hair. Dark focused his eyes on Krad, who lowered his to the bowl of rice in front of him. Dark finished his food and thanked Emiko for it. He stood and went back to his room, taking his shirt off and closing the door. He liked to feel secluded when studying and he wasn't sure why. He could hear Daisuke and Satoshi in the next room, a few minutes after him. He looked up when there was another knock at his door and sighed, getting up to open it.
"At least I wasn't naked this time," he teased and Krad rolled his eyes.
"Can I do my report up here until Satoshi is ready to leave?"
Dark shrugged and stepped to the side, allowing Krad in. When Krad stood in the center of the room, Dark closed his door and went back to his desk. Krad looked around. It was clean, which was something he wasn't expecting from Dark. He noticed the opened window and pulled back the curtain, bending at the waist to look out. The last few rays of sun over the ocean were beautiful and Krad could feel himself smiling. He was a sucker for sappy shit like that.
"You have a great view," he commented.
Dark looked over his shoulder and snorted. "I'm not that kind of man, Krad. Asses aren't my thing."
"I meant past me, dumbass." Krad let the curtain drop and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge. He opened his bag and took out his file. He knew all the intimate details of the French Revolution and wasn't doing the report to get the extra credit. He was doing it just so he could document his account of it and slip in a few things that Ms. Tachibana probably didn't know.
"Hey, Krad?"
"Yeah?"
"You should smile more often. It doesn't make you look as scary."
"Go fuck yourself."
"I can see why Satoshi prefers it when you're a submissive little bitch." Dark smirked and turned to Krad, who had his eyes lowered and a strange look on his face. "Fuck, Krad, I'm sorry."
Dark was certain that Krad was like him and still had his memories from when they used to rely on a host. Dark knew there were certain things in Krad's past, things that Dark didn't know about, that weren't the most memorable. After all, no one goes insane for no reason and starts wars all over the place just for the fun of it. Dark never had the chance to ask Krad about what his life was like and something told him, he didn't really need to know. Dark just knew that something happened to Krad with his second host that sent him around the twist.
Krad blinked and looked up at Dark. The twinkle of playfulness wasn't in there and they looked sort of clouded, as if Krad was thinking about something. He nodded at Dark and went back to writing his report, trying his best to ignore Dark's gaze, which was still on him and continued to stay on him, until Krad finally sighed and looked up.
"What?"
Dark shook his head. "Just trying to see what Miyuki sees in you."
Krad frowned slightly, perplexed. "Dark, she's gay. Or did you not see her kissing her girlfriend at the gate, when you walked past?"
"She isn…Fuck! I really can't catch a break." Dark rested his elbow on the desk and his head against his knuckles, still looking at Krad. "Is that why you're friends?"
"I assume that's your indirect way of asking if I'm gay, too?" Dark nodded and Krad rolled his eyes, again. "Yes, I am."
Dark went to make a comment about how Krad couldn't be straight and with Krad's confession, the words from Dark's brain to his mouth sounded like, "I am you gay…R-really?" He cursed his brain for getting confused.
Krad tilted his head to the side, trying to make sense of what Dark had said. "Yeah, I really am gay. I'm pretty sure my attraction to other males is definitive. And you're me gay?"
Dark quickly thought about it and wondered if his popularity was high enough for him to fuck around with Krad a little. Deciding it was and because he wanted to, he got to his feet and walked over to Krad, standing in front of him. And the fact that Krad wouldn't mention it to anyone was also a plus. It might just be a rumor at the moment but no one knew for certain that Krad was gay and unless someone asked, he wasn't going to parade that fact about himself.
"I was meant to say, 'I'm gay for you'." Dark bent at the waist and Krad looked up, putting their mouths barely an inch apart.
Krad's eyes hardened and stood. "You're a fucking douchebag."
"What?" Dark demanded, feigning both anger and hurt. I really should get an award for this. "I proclaim my desire for you and the first thing you do is insult me?"
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, really, you asshole."
Krad bit his lip and lowered his eyes, a light blush covering his cheeks. "Kiss me, then."
Dark faltered slightly. He shrugged and pressed his lips to Krad, an arm snaking around the blond's thin waist and pulling him closer. Dark slipped a hand behind Krad's head and gently worked his fingers in circular movements. He knew he had taken Krad but surprise and that the blond still wasn't over it. His jaw had gone lax and Dark slipped his tongue into Krad's mouth, moaning quietly. He opened his eyes slightly and saw Krad's were still wide. A second later, he pulled back and Krad still appeared to be in shock over it.
Dark smirked. "Now do you believe me?"
Krad blushed and shook his head. "No but Miyuki owes me fifty bucks." Krad looked into Dark's eyes, a sly smirk on his lips. "But you played it out brilliantly, I'll give you that. I almost believed you for a second."
"You knew I was lying and you bet fifty bucks that I would kiss you?" Dark growled as Krad laughed. It wasn't a cruel laugh but a playful one. "I'll kill you!"
"Be gentle, I'm a flower!" Krad said as he dodge Dark's attempt to grab him. He slipped out the window and Dark followed.
Dark reached out and took one of Krad's wrists, stopping the blond, who was still laughing. He was about to rip into Krad and threaten that if he told anyone, the threats would become a promise. He was until he realized that Krad was indeed laughing like he was having a good time. It was a sound that Dark hadn't heard from Krad in so many years, Dark was certain Krad had forgotten how to laugh that way and when he thought about it, it was a nice sound. Maybe Krad had changed for the better.
Krad went serious and looked up at the sky. Dark's eyes followed Krad's and Krad slipped from his grip, going back into the room. Dark cursed, jumped through the window and tackled Krad. He turned the blond over and pinned him to his bedroom floor. Krad was biting his lip to stop himself from laughing. His cheeks were beginning to hurt from the smiling that came with it.
"Say 'uncle'."
"No," Krad almost sang out.
"Say it or I'll –" Dark pressed his hips into Krad's more and froze.
Dark released Krad and they both scooted away from each other, staring at the other like they were insane. Dark watched as Krad got up, made an excuse about leaving something in the oven at home, collected his file and bag and took off out of the room. Dark swallowed, his heart still thumping in his chest as he looked down at his lap. What the fuck is wrong with me? That was Krad, not some cute girl! Dark calmed himself and glanced at the clock beside his bed. It was only quarter to eight but Dark had to get some sleep. At least Satoshi and Daisuke were being quiet, which could raise a few questions but Dark didn't want to think about anything like that for a while.
Dark woke with a gasp, his heart pounding. He sat up and looked around his room. That was fucked up, he told himself as he threw back the covers, sitting on the edge of his bed. He ran his fingers through his hair. He looked at the time and sighed. It was after three in the morning and Dark knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. Something wasn't right. With another sigh, he got to his feet and got dressed, the dream replaying in his head, until he forced himself to think about something else.
The best part about having his own body was that he no longer needed With for his wings; they just materialized on his back. He crawled out of his still open window and took to the sky. Twenty minutes later, he arrived but didn't land. He floated as he looked down at the balcony of one of the many rooms at Satoshi's mansion. Krad was on the balcony, at three-thirty in the morning, with a glass of milk, staring out over the ocean, in nothing more than boxers and a singlet. When Krad went inside, Dark landed soundlessly on the balcony and saw that Krad had kept the doors open, the white mesh curtains moving with the breeze. His wings disappearing, Dark stepped into the room and glanced at the large bed. The covers were still back from when Krad had woken and the milk was on the bedside chest but the blond was nowhere to be seen.
"Dark?" Krad closed the door to the bathroom and looked around. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay? If someone got hurt, there's this wicked invention that's been out for a while, called a telephone."
Dark went over to the bedside chest and turned on the lamp, turning back to face Krad. In the dim light, he could see just how much weight Krad had lost due to not knowing anything about the human body. Dark actually didn't know why he was there. After the dream he had, he just wanted to make sure his counterpart was safe. It was annoying him already. He didn't understand why he should care if Krad did something stupid or even why he should care that Krad didn't bother to learn about the human body or even why he wore white leather wristbands while he slept.
So, Dark decided to settle for a sure fire reason why he would be there at that hour. "I just wanted to make sure that whatever happened yesterday in my bedroom stays in my bedroom."
"Whatever," Krad muttered as he passed Dark and got under the covers of his bed again. "I'm not a loudmouth, Dark."
"I mean it."
Krad turned the lamp off. "That's nice."
"Fuck you, Krad."
"You wish."
Dark smiled and shook his head. "Go to hell."
"I wish."
Dark shifted but didn't leave. He would stay there the rest of the night, just to be on the safe side. Krad, apparently, wasn't impressed by his caring nature, even though the blond didn't know the reason behind Dark's surprise visit. The blond got out of bed again and faced Dark, who could see that Krad just wanted to go back to sleep.
"Dark, I promise I won't tell anyone you got turned on by pinning a guy down. I would do a bloo –" Krad cut off into a gasp as Dark tackled him to his bed. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"If you ever try to commit suicide…" Dark saw fear flash through Krad's eyes at the word before the blond turned his gaze elsewhere. "…I'll kill you."
Krad raised his upper body, staring into Dark's eyes. "I thought you hated me?"
"I did for a little while. But, come on, we had way too much fun fighting!" Dark smiled as he moved Krad's fringe out of his eyes, not catching on to what he was doing.
Krad stared at Dark and lowered his eyes. Dark might have had fun with the fighting because he always won and Krad had to sulk off and lick his wounds. Krad figured he was still being punished when he woke up in Satoshi's living room, still with his memories of what had happened to him and what he had done to vent the pain. Having his own body, Krad was disappointed to know that he felt pain much worse when he was attacked. He still had most of his speed, though with how much weight he had lost, the blond was finding it difficult to keep awake most of the time. He still didn't know what to eat when he got those 'hunger pains'. He didn't want to approach Satoshi about it and was grateful to be put in the same classes as Dark. Or was he getting his hopes up for nothing?
Krad laid down again, closing his eyes. "Dark?" he asked sleepily.
"Hmm?"
Krad cracked one eye open and saw Dark was practically asleep on top of him and smiled softly, closing the eye. "Do you think we could be friends? I'm tired of fighting a losing battle with you."
Dark rolled to the side of Krad, eyes closed, ready to sleep again. "Sure, as long as we can spar a little, every now and again."
"Sounds good to m…"
Dark sat up right when someone suddenly yelled, 'Get the fuck up!' He looked around and saw that he was in a white room. White walls, covered with paintings. White carpet, white wood bed frame, white covers, white curtains and Krad, asleep beside him in white boxers and a singlet. How the fuck did I get here? Oh yeah. I had a fuck ass dream. With a yawn, Dark gently shook Krad's shoulder, who groaned and reached for his covers. Dark chuckled. At least he found someone that was just like him in the mornings, only Dark was more prone to punching someone.
After another minute of shaking Krad's shoulder, Dark was certain Krad had fallen asleep to the movement. Okay, so Krad was better at getting sleep than Dark was. Dark picked Krad up and took him into the en suite, turning the cold water on in the shower. He tipped Krad from his arms into the shower, only to have the blond onto him and take him down as well. Krad opened his eyes and stared at Dark then giggled through chattering teeth. He reached up and turned the shower off, wringing his hair out and flicking it over his shoulder.
"Dark, you idiot. Did you really think I would fall for that?"
Dark shook his head violently, shaking the water from his hair. "Well, you could've said you were awake! We're both completely soaked now!"
Krad got to his feet and stepped over Dark. "There is one perk to living here, though."
Dark also stood and pulled his shirt off. "And what's that?"
Krad undid the ribbon that held his hair in a plait and looked over his shoulder as untwined it. "All my clothes are here, while you have to fly home cold and wet."
Dark groaned and took his pants off, smirking when Krad blushed and looked away, throwing him a towel. "Thanks. Consider that payback for getting me wet."
Krad picked up his brush and walked out of the bathroom. "That's what she said."
"What…? Oh go to hell, Krad!"
"Again, I wish." Krad froze and threw a laugh at Dark, just so the thief wouldn't take the words literally, like Krad meant them.
Dark tried to get as much water out of the pants as possible and pulled them back on. He ran the towel through his hair and stepped out into Krad's bedroom, towel around his neck, watching Krad as he brushed his hair. It seemed Krad wasn't used to the new length of his hair as he kept trying to brush the longer ends but eventually got into the habit of it. Dark rested against the wall and continued to watch, smirking. He was going to find whatever asshole had cut Krad's hair and kill them. After all, he and Krad were friends now, which meant that Dark could hurt anyone that hurt the blond.
Dark swallowed as Krad flipped his hair behind him and glanced at him. Even in the mornings Krad still looked as beautiful as the night before. Dark's wings materialized and he stepped towards the balcony doors, pulling back the sheer curtains. He grinned at Krad and told the blond he would see him on the way to school.
"Wait, Dark!" Krad called, on his feet. He jumped onto the balcony's stone railing and snatched the towel back. "Oh shit!"
Dark looked over his shoulder and laughed, swooping down; he caught Krad and put him back on the balcony. "You are so accident prone," he teased before taking off again, laughing as he heard Krad scream 'fuck you' after him.
Dark arrived on his small balcony twenty minutes later and looked around. He showered and got dressed in the crappy uniform, joining the others for breakfast. As Dark looked around, he noticed that the old guy that lived with them had been making himself scarce the past few weeks. He must have a job. Dark snickered at his thoughts and gladly ate whatever Emiko put in front of him. She was surprised to see Dark down before Daisuke but she wasn't going to question the three hundred year old.
Dark smiled to himself. He felt energized, for some reason. He figured it was because Krad's bed was so soft, not that his bed wasn't. Krad's just felt softer, especially with the thick covers, which he hadn't needed, when he passed out. Krad, on the other hand, was curled up into a small ball, probably trying to keep himself warm. Sometimes, Dark wished he carried a camera with him. It would've been nice to take a picture of the blond like that and embarrass the hell out of him. Then again, people would probably question why Dark was in Krad's room and that wasn't something Dark wanted to answer. At least, not at the moment.
Dark finished his breakfast as Daisuke came down the stairs. Dark went up to his room, packed away his book and file into his bag and left his room, closing the door. He said goodbye and pulled his shoes, not caring that he was leaving half an hour early. He had to stop by Satoshi's place and get Krad to eat some breakfast. The blond really needed to put some weight on. It surprised Dark had much energy Krad had when he looked like the science room skeleton with latex skin stretched over it. With the running, Dark arrived at Satoshi's mansion in fifteen minutes. He rang the door bell and walked in when Satoshi opened the door, kicking his shoes off.
"Don't worry; I know where Krad's room is."
"And that's what scares me about you, Dark."
Dark walked up the stairs and into Krad's room without knocking, just as the blond was pulling on his shirt. He appeared in front of Dark, hand on the door; ready to close it when he saw who it was that had just barged into his room like they owned it. He frowned slightly and stepped back, quickly doing the buttons up on the shirt and then went over to his vanity, sat down and picked up the hair-drying, getting to work on his hair. Dark watched. He'd never seen Krad preen himself before, so it was something interesting to watch. Ten minutes later, Krad brushed his hair and put it up in a high ponytail, tying a white ribbon around it. He stood, straightened his shirt and pants and looked at Dark, raising an eyebrow.
"What are you doing here?"
"That's the second time today you've asked me that. I'm actually here to make you breakfast." Dark grinned and stepped into the large room, taking Krad's hand and dragging the blond downstairs. He paused, wondering where the kitchen was in that labyrinth when Krad laughed and pulled Dark along into a room that was big enough to fit the kitchen and living room area of Daisuke's place in.
"Are you a good cook?" Krad asked, taking a seat at the breakfast counter.
"Fucked if I know!"
Oh, god! I'm gonna die! Krad's eyes widened with fear as he watched Dark go to the giant fridge, got milk, eggs and bacon. He went back a second time to get strawberries and Krad screamed, taking cover when Dark put it all into the blender, turning it on without putting the lid on. He shouted at Dark to turn it off, not game enough to stand until the whizzing sound stopped. He got to his feet and looked at the mess Dark had made in Satoshi's kitchen. It was going to take hours to clean it.
Krad's hand flew to his mouth when Dark turned around, trying to hide the smile and bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing. Dark looked ridiculous. Bits of bacon, strawberries and egg yolks covered the dunkel engel. The milk stains were going to be a pain to remove but Krad was certain he could do it. He told Dark to strip and go up to his room.
"Krad, I told you! I'm not that kind of man!"
Krad blushed and shook his head. "No, I didn't mean it like that, you pervert!"
Dark removed his shirt and pants, Krad turning away when it became obvious that Dark went commando. "You're the one that wants me naked and in your room."
"I thought you would wear briefs or boxers, like a normal person does! Just, go up there and see if I have anything that might fit you while I clean your uniform and make myself something." Krad might not eat but he knew how to cook and he knew how to use a blender.
Dark went upstairs, smirking at Satoshi as the boy stepped into the hall, ready to head off to school. Satoshi just blinked and went into the kitchen. "What the fuck happened in here?" he demanded, looking at the disaster.
"Dark tried to make me breakfast and tried to use the blender for the first time. It'll be clean before you get home, Satoshi-sama. I need to wash Dark's uniform, though." Krad looked up from the sink and over his shoulder. He was currently washing the blender so he could make himself a strawberry smoothie.
Satoshi shook his head and walked out. "Please don't let him near the kitchen if he intends to cook again. I'll see you when I get home from school, then. That mess is going to take hours to clean."
"I know," Krad said when he heard the front door close.
Dark opened Krad's massive closet, all four doors of it and stared at the clothing. "How the fuck did he get all of this?" Dark didn't want to know and began looking through the shirts and pants. "What the fuck is his fascination with white? What the fuck is my fascination with black?"
No. No. No. No. No. Too small. Way too small. Wow, that would look sexy on him when he puts a little more weight on. No. No. No. No. Bingo! Dark pulled out a pair of black leather pants and looked at the size tag. Oh fuck me. He still slipped into them and managed to get the button down up and the zipper. They were uncomfortably tight and looked through Krad's shirts again. He smirked when he pulled out a black, sleeveless fishnet shirt and slipped it on. He looked at himself in the full length mirror beside the vanity and whistled. I look pretty fucking sexy like this. Damn, I am narcissistic. Oh well. Dark took a step and cursed. He tried pulling the pants up higher and sighed.
"What good does it do to look sexy if I can't fucking flaunt it?"
"I could've told you those pants would be too small for you, dumbass." Krad walked into his room and looked Dark over. He stood behind the other angel, slipped his fingers into the top of the pants and pulled them up another inch. "Try that."
Dark took a step and grinned. The pants only cut into his thighs but at least it wasn't on something more personal and he could actually walk. "Thanks. How did you do that?"
Krad rolled his eyes and shook his head, grinning. "Well, it's harder to put pants on than it is to take them off."
"Right. The gay thing." Dark frowned slightly. Krad hadn't said anything about how he looked. "Well? What do you think; did I do a good job?"
"You're wearing the clothing that's too big for me, Dark. Like I care how you look." Krad closed three of the four doors to his closet and pulled out a pair of loose white jeans and a three-quarter sleeve button up shirt.
"Come on, Krad! You're gay! I'm like a god to you!" Dark continued to look himself in the mirror but stopped when another movement caught his eyes. Krad was changing, behind him. Dark bit his lip as Krad slipped out of the uniform and stood for a second behind Dark in just a pair of boy panties before he got the jeans and slipped them on. Even with Dark being able to count every bone in Krad's body, it was still a beautiful sight to behold. It ended quickly though and Krad stepped up behind Dark.
"A god? You narcissistic bitch."
Dark turned around and placed his hands on Krad's shoulder, getting dramatic. "Kneel before me and I shall touch you with my gift!" he declared and let his head fall back, staring up at the ceiling.
Krad's eyes went to Dark's crotch and he raised an eyebrow. "I'll bet…"
Dark's head fell forward and he saw what Krad was looking at. "And you call me a pervert?"
"You're the one that wants me to kneel before you!" Krad shot back, a slight pout coming over his lips. Krad's eyes widened when Dark took hold of his wrists.
"Then dance with me, my beautiful partner!" Dark pulled them into a bizarre version of the tango and Krad was powerless to do anything but follow.
"Dark, you're a horrible dancer, too."
Dark stopped and looked at Krad. "You know, the only thing you haven't complained about with me, is my kissing ability."
Krad blushed and remembered he had a mess in the kitchen to attend to. "Well, I need to clean your uniform so you can continue your practice on all the girls at school."
Dark let go of one of Krad's wrists, but held the other as they walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. "As if. I haven't kissed anyone since I kissed Risa and that was a chore and a half." Dark shuddered at the memory. She wasn't unattractive but she would be a lot more prettier if she just kept her mouth closed.
"Yeah…Um, can I have my wrist back?" Krad asked as they stepped into the kitchen and he picked up the smoothie with his free hand. He was taking a mouthful of the smoothie when Dark decided to professionally twirl him and dip him. Needless to say, the smoothie was over Krad's face, in his hair and dripping to the floor. Plus up his nose.
"Oh shit…" Dark dropped Krad, who fell to the floor with a cry of pain. Dark had been stepping over the blond, slipping in the spilt smoothie and fell back on his rear, his legs over Krad's chest.
"Dark…I'm going to say this once…Get the fuck out of the kitchen!"
Dark didn't need anything more than just the glare Krad was giving him to make the dunkel engel get to his feet and hightail it to the living room. He looked around at the furniture and sat on the sofa. It was comfortable, very comfortable. He laid down and kicked his feet up, grinning. He closed his eyes, wondering how long it would take for Krad to get over what Dark had done that morning. He hoped it didn't take long as he wanted to know if the blond could make him lunch. He was already hungry.
Krad looked at the spotless kitchen and sighed. Four hours, it had taken. Four hours to get every bit of bacon and strawberry from the blinds and off the wall. The hardest part had been cleaning the egg off, which had dried slightly and anyone who's ever had their house egged knows what a pain dry egg could be. Plus Krad had spent an hour in the shower, so it was only three hours to clean and to get all the stains off Dark's uniform, which was hanging up on the outside clothesline. Krad walked into his bedroom, a towel around his head, keeping his hair up and in a silk bathrobe, which really didn't leave much to imagination. He stepped out onto the balcony, expecting the sunshine but screamed and ran back in when he was hit with rain.
Oh shit! Dark's uniform! Krad ran from his room, downstairs, through the kitchen, past the garage and into the laundry. He ripped open the door and ran out; snatching Dark's newly wet uniform off the line before going back inside. Where the hell had that weather come from? When Krad had gone into the shower there was still sunshine. Granted, he could see the clouds were coming over but didn't expect them to hit so soon. He laid Dark's clothing out on the inside line and went back into the house, cold and wet and it didn't help when Dark laughed at him when he walked past the living room.
Krad stepped in and glared at the man. "That was your fault!"
Dark stood and walked over to Krad, circling him. "How was it my fault? You were the one who hung it up outside."
"You were the one who got it dirty."
"Because you're not eating."
"What has that got to do with you dirtying up the kitchen and yourself and then me?" Krad put his hands on his hips.
Dark tried not, he really did, but he couldn't help laughing. Krad looked so feminine with his hair wrapped up in a towel, in a wet, practically see-through, ridiculously short bathrobe and his hands on his hips as he stared at Dark. The only thing missing was the rejuvenating mud-mask and cucumbers over the eyes. Krad blinked as Dark laughed and wondered what the hell was wrong with the other teen.
"You look really cute like that!"
Krad frowned and looked at himself. He gasped and used the towel to cover his virtually exposed body. "Why didn't you say something earlier?" Krad ran upstairs and slammed his door, his heart pounding. He could thank whatever god of deity they worshipped that Dark hadn't seen his wrists. If his timing was correct, he would have another week before it happened all over again and with Dark spending a lot of time around him, Krad wasn't sure what would happen.
Turning on the bedside lamp, Krad groaned when it cut out. The storm clouds darkened his room and Krad was not impressed. It was like night. He went to his closet and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, towel drying his hair a little more before brushing it and plaiting it. He stepped into the bathroom and felt around for his wristbands. Finding them, he buttoned them up and went into his room. He looked around when lightning flashed and freaked slightly. He stepped out of his room and collided with Dark.
"Oh, god. You're still here?" Krad squealed when there was a slap on his ass and a chuckle from Dark.
"Nice way to talk about your friend!" Dark pushed Krad back into the bedroom and threw himself on the bed. "Well, I couldn't exactly walk home in this weather wearing this kind of outfit. I'd get raped!"
Krad stifled a yawn. That kind of weather always made him tired, for some reason. "And I'm sure you'd complain like that if it were a cute girl."
"Are you okay?"
Krad nodded and sat on the floor beside his bed. "Yeah, just tired. Hey!"
Dark dragged Krad onto the bed and chuckled. "It's your bed, Krad. You don't have to pass out on the floor."
Krad pulled himself free of Dark's arms and got under the covers. He could feel Dark shifting, getting himself comfortable. Like Krad, when that kind of weather rolled around, Dark preferred to just sleep through it. True, he would rather have a cute girl in his arms while it happened but got the feeling Krad would kill him if he were bring a girl into the blond's bed. Dark closed his eyes and listened to the rain and thunder. Every so often, it would go silent and he could hear Krad's breathing and small mutters of something that was probably irrelevant. He fell asleep soon, just enjoying the softness of Krad's bed and gentle scent of vanilla and jasmine.
The curtains were being blown into the room by an unknown wind, especially when I could see that outside the snow was falling straight down. I stepped through the large doors. The doors I had gone through many times. I looked out and saw him, Krad. The beautiful blond was standing at the end of the balcony, in white jeans, boots and a sleeveless turtleneck sweater. The same wind that didn't move the snow blew through Krad's hair when he turned. A soft smile greeted me and his lips moved, quietly speaking words that would never reach my ears. There was no noise and words weren't allowed to break that silence, no matter how much I wanted to hear what was being said.
I took a step forward and the beautiful blond, the one of selflessness and innocence turned into the sadistic and evil counterpart I had come to hate. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. All I could do was stand there, frozen to the spot, staring in horror at the monster. How could I have let that happen? How could I have let Krad down like that? He had called out to me and I have ignored him. Even now, I couldn't bring myself to touch him. He was tainted and I didn't want it to spread to me. The creature's lips curled up into smirk as the wristbands fell to the snow covered floor. It wasn't snow anymore.
The pure white brilliance was now tainted around the monster. I looked up and saw that the falling snow was no longer falling white. It was all tainted before it could hit the creature and myself. It fell black, like ash. I looked back at the evil being that was meant to be Krad. It was grinning, like a child. In a hand it held a kitchen knife. Its lips spoke the only words I could read, 'This is what you did to me'. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched it stab the knife into Krad's wrist and drag it down along the vein. Crimson mixed with black and I could feel tears falling from my eyes. What had I done? Krad never told me. I had killed the only person who understood me.
It laughed at my thoughts. The sound was cruel and taunting, like it was daring me to try and save Krad. I had to. I couldn't let him die. I had to save the only person that could save me. But I still couldn't move. I was still shocked in place. There was so much blood. Krad was too tainted for me to save. He had given in and let the monster in him win. There was nothing that I could do to help him, not any more. I had tried to do everything I possibly could and Krad had always told me he was fine, that I shouldn't worry about him because it would give me wrinkles. Seeing him with blood – so much blood – fall from his wrist, I didn't care about wrinkles. I didn't care about my popularity. All I cared about was Krad. I had to hold him.
The knife switched hands. Only, it wasn't a pale hand that held the weapon, it was mine. My eyes widen with fear as I ran the blade down Krad's scarred wrist. I cried and begged for his forgiveness. I knew he would forgive me; he always did. A black flake landed on his cheek and I brushed it off, smearing his cheek with ash and blood. I kept trying to wipe it off but only put more blood on his beautifully flawless white skin. I was the one that had tainted him. I was responsible for the monster being born inside of him. I was the one who should be dying. Not Krad. He was innocent. I wanted to hold him.
I wrapped my arms around his body, the knife going through his chest and into his beating heart. A small gasp and I looked down. The monster had abandoned Krad, just like I had. Just like everyone had. He was alone in the world even though he was always surrounded by people. No-one ever heard his cries of anguish and sorrow. If they did, they just ignored him until he locked it away. That was what I had done. I had left him alone to deal with his problems. But not any longer. I was going to heal him. I would remove that monster that had bound itself to his soul. I would make sure he was happy again. I would never let tears of sadness fall from those golden depths.
He raises a hand. Most of it was covered in his blood. He stared at me with forgiving eyes and I couldn't understand it. How could he forgive me? I was the one who aided his death! I cut his other wrist; I stabbed his heart. His heart didn't matter, I knew. I had broken it before, many times before. I had hurt him, humiliated him and he always forgave him. He seemed to know there was something inside of me that made me want to hurt him. It was gone, now. I only wanted to see him happy. I never wanted him to hurt for me.
His bloodstained fingertips touched my cheek, tainting me. "Dark…"
Dark's eyes flew open and he released the breath he didn't knew he was holding. He blinked a few times then looked to his left, seeing Krad still sleeping soundlessly. Dark jumped when Krad suddenly hissed and sat up, holding his left wrist. Dark's eyes widened and the dream came back to his mind. The left wrist was the first one the monster had attacked. Dark knew it was probably just a coincidence as Krad was sleeping on his left arm. It was probably just a pain from that.
Dark moved closer to Krad just as the blond bolted from the bed and into the bathroom. Dark went to the door and heard it get locked. Obviously he doesn't want me in there. Dark stood outside the door and waited. Twenty minutes in, he was getting nervous, especially considering the faucet was turned on. As he was about to knock on the door, the power was restored to the house and there was a dim light from the nightstand. Dark looked over his shoulder. He blinked when he thought he saw a misty figure standing beside it. He walked to the door of the room and flicked all the lights on, closing his eyes at the sudden brightness.
Krad stepped out of the bathroom and gasped as Dark wrapped his arms around the blond. Krad raised an eyebrow. He shifted slightly and uncomfortably patted Dark on the back. The dunkel engel seemed to be getting really touchy in the last twenty-four hours and it was beginning to scare Krad. Sure, Krad wanted to be friends but that relationship was moving a little too quickly for Krad's liking. He was expecting a few extra lines of dialog between them, not for Dark to start sleeping in his bed and start hugging him when he woke up.
Krad tried to step back but Dark just tightened his grip. "What the fuck, Dark? What is wrong with you?"
Dark looked at Krad's face and saw that he was uncertain. "You woke up in pain and I wanted to give you a friendly hug to make it all better!"
Krad raised an eyebrow. "Oh…Thank you, I guess. Anyway, the power is back on, did you want to stay for dinner?"
Dark shrugged and let go of Krad. "Sure. I need to call Emiko, though and could I have snack in the meantime?" Dark hated going to sleep hungry; it usually made for bizarre dreams.
Krad grinned and stepped around the thief, going downstairs. He glanced at the front door and saw that Satoshi was home and most likely Daisuke was with him. He told Dark to wait in the living room and to not think about going anywhere near the kitchen. Krad bounded up the stairs again and knocked on the owner's door. There was a 'come in' and Krad cracked the door open, sticking his head in. He raised an eyebrow. It all seemed too…too…innocent. Satoshi's face was indifferent but his eyes looked like the cat that ate the canary and Daisuke was blushing like mad, even though Satoshi was at his desk and Daisuke was on the bed.
"I'll be doing a western style dinner tonight. Daisuke, will you be joining us?" When the redhead nodded, Krad grinned again. "Perfect! Does your mother know?"
"Of course. I'll be staying the night and she said she would drop around a little later to bring me and Dark some clothes, if he's staying as well." Daisuke's blush darkened.
Krad's eyes widened. "Oh come on! We were asleep and we were fully clothed!" He slammed the door and stormed downstairs. He stopped at the entrance to the living room and glared at Dark. "Next time I want to pass out on my floor, you let me pass out on my floor!"
Dark's eyebrows rose and he watched Krad leave the entry. What the hell was that all about? As far as Dark knew, he had behaved himself while they were asleep. An arm might have struck out and hit the blond but Krad couldn't possibly hold Dark accountable for that. He was asleep after all and he didn't have control over his body. And if he had done something like that, Krad would've grilled him for when he knew Dark was awake, not forty minutes later. With a sigh, Dark got up and went into the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast counter, watching as Krad got his snack together.
"What did I do, Krad?"
"It's not what you did, it's what Satoshi and Daisuke thought when they saw us." Krad finished the club sandwich, put it on a plate, cut it and placed it in front of Dark. "Because you wouldn't let me pass out on the floor."
Dark looked at the sandwich then glanced at Krad. "Why don't you have some of this as well, Krad?" His ears twitched at what Krad said. "They thought we had done something?" he asked, taking a huge bite of the sandwich.
"I assume so." Krad turned the oven on and went to the fridge, pulling out two lamb racks. He got to work on seasoning them.
"Krad, this sandwich is awesome! Come on, have a bite! You promised me you would start eating." Dark gave the angelic devil a small pout when the blond faced him.
"I never promised that. Besides, my hands are cover with oil, garlic, rosemary and salt."
"In my mind you promised it, therefore, it's a promise and you're not going to break this one." Dark stood and went over to Krad, offering him a bite of the sandwich.
Krad looked at it and blushed. He didn't know why he was blushing but the thought of leaning that close to Dark; opening his mouth…It really wasn't the best place for his mind to wander to, especially considering every second he stared at the half eaten sandwich his blush darkened. Thankfully, the phone rang and Krad washed his hands and answered it.
"Hiwatari residence," he said.
"Krad?"
"Yes?"
"This is your teacher, Mr. Ito. I was calling to ask why you weren't in school today."
Dark watched his new friend and frowned slightly at the frozen look on the blond's face. He heard Krad say something about being sick and wouldn't be able to attend tomorrow, either. Dark blinked. Why would Krad be lying to someone about school? It was obvious he was every teacher's favorite, simply because of his intelligence, especially that sadistic science teacher. Dark shuddered at the memory of that prick smiling at Krad. It was disgusting at best, like he was undressing Krad with his eyes.
"A test tomorrow? I'm sure I can come in after school and take it. No, Dark is also sick. I'm not sure if he will be there to take the test. If he isn't, would you like me to bring him with me?"
Dark stood beside Krad, trying to hear what was being said on the other end. Krad turned away from him. Dark wasn't going to be ignored like that! He was the Phantom Thief! He held the sandwich in front of Krad's mouth, remembering the way the blond had blushed earlier. He was hoping for the same reaction, but Krad pushed it away and told whichever teacher was on the other end that he had go and hung up.
"Dark, please don't do that again." Krad went back to finishing the preparations for dinner. He put the lamb in a tray and put it in the oven, getting to work on peeling potatoes, carrots and pumpkin.
"That was that creep, Ito, wasn't it? What's he doing calling for you?" Dark sat down again, losing his appetite.
"He just wanted to know why I – we weren't in school today. We have a test tomorrow, so if you're attending, I suggest you actually study for it. He's already gotten it in his head that you're going to fail." Krad rinsed off the vegetables and began cutting them into smaller pieces.
"No," Dark said slowly, "I'll go in with you after school." Dark rolled his shoulders. He didn't want to leave Krad alone with that teacher, for both of their sake. Krad could easily kill the bastard if he tried anything and the teacher could easily hold Krad's grades as leverage to get anything he wanted. Dark wasn't going to allow that.
End Chapter I.
Dear god! I didn't realize I got so carried away with it! I send out so many special thanks to Danaeyl Panthernopaeus who is doing all the dream sequences in this story, because he knows how to make them twisted and stuff! So, please review and I will have chapter two up as quickly as possible!
Also, I'm looking for a beta. If you think you're interested, please send me a PM!
