Disclaimer:I do not own DN Angel...Oh, but if only I did...
Apologies: Okie dokie. By the way, I'm rather new to writing fanfics. This is like my second attempt. First attempt went unfinished, but here goes. Read and Review Pweez! =P
"Daisuke, help me with this table," Kosuke called from inside the U-haul truck, struggling with a two-piece mahogany dining table. Daisuke stood motionless at the entrance of the truck, gaping at the sheer girth of the table. There was no way he could possibly help, even if he'd put all of his efforts into it. His crimson eyes twitched, still fixed on the large table. His dad looked down at him and back at the table, realizing what the problem was. "Don't worry Daisuke. We'll come back to the table later," he said, as if coming back later would enable Daisuke to carry it. "Why don't you just grab some of those lamps? I think your mother may need them now." Reassuringly, he patted Daisuke's head, ruffling his hair in the process.
"Uh. Yeah, sure," Daisuke agreed, still a little dumb-founded by his father's request. Was he really thinking I could carry that? Honestly?Daisuke thought to himself as he rounded up some lamps, struggling at times. He was not the strongest of people. His thin body and lack of masculinity made him wonder if he were even meant to be born a boy. Come to think of it, I'm like half the size of all the other guys back home. What the hell is wrong with me? Picked last for sports and dances. Hell even my own father would ask Mom for help before me. Oh, but when the school days are getting fewer, and finals start weighing on the conscience of the students, everyone comes to me for tutoring. At least I'm good at something, I guess. He shrugged off these thoughts and began to make his way into the house.
"Oh, thank you, honey," Emiko said, hastily moving over to help Daisuke. "You didn't have to carry so many," she cooed taking on of the three lamps.
"Thanks for restoring my pride," Daisuke said under his breath, feeling a faint tinge of heat seeping into his cheeks. He pretended to examine his shoes in order to avoid revealing his embarrassment.
"What was that, honey?" Emiko had ears like no other. She could probably hear a baby fart from the womb, if she tried hard enough.
"N-nothing," Daisuke said, his blush deepening. God I'm so lame. Keeping my thoughts inside from now on.
"Oh, okay. Dai-chan, I put the rest of your things in your room. Can you finish unpacking them before dinner?," Emiko asked from the kitchen. She had been unpacking the new cookware she'd bought for the new house. "Dai-chan?," she called again after having not received an answer.
"Huh? Oh, sure thing Mom. I'll have it done." It took just about all of his strength to try to conceal the sadness in his voice, but even in hiding it, the gravity of the emotion held fast to his face. Emiko emerged from the kitchen to find him sitting on the floor. His eyes, fixed on the wood beneath him, tracing the grain with his gaze.
"Daisuke," his mom said, taking a seat beside him on the floor. Daisuke lifted his eyes to meet huge brown orbs and held their gaze for a full minute before turning away to hide his face. She'd seen what he was trying to hide; his un-shed tears had not gone unnoticed. "Dai-chan, don't worry. I'm sure you'll make lots of friends here. Pretty soon you'll get used to this place and it'll feel just like a second home," Emiko whispered to him while tugging him into and emotional embrace.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I don't know why I'm so worried," Daisuke said, leaning into his mother's arms, hugging her tightly befre running upstairs to begin unpacking. Emiko watched him go upstairs before going outside to unload more cookware from the U-haul.
"What the hell am I thinking?," Daisuke said to With, his white bunny whose eyes shone just as red as his, if not redder. "This place is going to suck. the neighbors across the street are even staring at me awkwardly," he continued, pointing out that the window adjacent to his beheld a figure that seemed to be staring at him. "Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. You tell me."
"Kyu?," With sighed, snuggling up into a ball on one of Daisuke's pillows. One red eye still peeking from behind a paw, to give the appearance that he was still listening.
"Nevermind. You're no help at all," Daisuke scoffed, falling back onto his bed, sending With flying off of the pillow and into a box that was half-way unpacked.
"Kyu!!," With whined glaring at Daisuke as he scrambled out of the box.
"Sorry," he apologized as With curled up next to him, falling asleep in a matter of seconds. Daisuke eyed him with disgust, seeing how content he was, even in totally foreign surroundings. "Am I the only one whose life isn't becoming more and more shitty?" He sighed and felt his eyes sliding shut in a landfill of unopened boxes.
Daisuke awoke to the buzzing sound of his alarm clock. "Is it just me, or do they purposefully give alarm clocks the most annoying sound know to man?," he asked to no one in particular, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. With was still sound asleep, seen as a lump beneath the covers. "What the hell?," Daisuke yelled at the top of his lungs as he was yanked from bed and deprived of his clothes.
"Sorry Dai-chan, but you're going to be late if you don't get dressed," Emiko said as she continued to disrobe him. "My you've grown Dai-chan! My little boy is blossoming into a beautiful young man," she squealed as Daisuke stood completely naked.
"Mom! I can dress myself," Daisuke yelped, his voice cracking as he covered himself, trying to preserve what little dignity he had left. Fire licked at his face, screaming embarrassment.
"Aw. Dai-chan, your face matches your hair now," Emiko said twirling her fingers in his unruly red locks. "Don't be embarrassed," she chided as he swatted her hand away. "I used to change your diapers, you know. No matter how much you grow, I know every inch of your body. You shouldn't be ashamed. Besides, I just wanted to help my little boy get ready for his first day!" She had a sad pout on her face, poking her bottom lip out as she strode from the room.
Late? First day? Daisuke thought to himself Late for what? Then it hit him. "Damn it! My first day of school here and I'm gonna be late!," he yelled pulling on clothes and tripping over boxes he so solemnly swore to unpack. He didn't even stop when he saw the figure in the adjacent window appear to be laughing at him. Emiko could hear him running around upstairs from the kitchen and smiled to herself while making breakfast.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. FUCK!," Daisuke screeched, running down the stairs, taking them two at a time.
"Language," Emiko said, still smiling down at the dishes she was plating. With came running up to Emiko's feet, whimpering as he did. "Even With agrees," she chuckled to herself, dropping some food for him.
"Sorry, sorry. Gotta go Mom," Daisuke panted, placing a kiss oh her cheek before grabbing a piece of toast and bursting out of the house.
DAISUKE'S POV
"Ten minutes until school starts. I'm not even close to the station yet! Damn it! Gotta find a short cut!" I dashed down an alley running full speed, which is pretty fast I might add. I may have short legs, but they get me places, quick, fast and in a hurry. I could hear the train, but it still hasn't come into view. "Damn it!"
I began picking up speed, running almost breathless now, searching for any sign of the train. "Gotta get closer!" There it was! I was fast approaching the station when all of the sudden...
"This is the last call for passengers going to The Scholar's District. I repeat: this is the last call for all passengers going to The Scholar's District."
"Oh my god! Wait! Wait for me!!," I called out hoping that someone stop the train. Of course with my luck, they didn't and I was left at the station, doomed to be late. My lungs burned and I felt as if they would simply give out, sadly mistaken, I endured the pain. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a girl riding her bike. I took no notice of it until I realized we wore uniforms of the same school. My uniform consisted of black dress pants, a white button-up dress shirt - tucked in of course, a burgundy tie, black dress shoes, and either a black or burgundy blazer/jacket with the school's logo. The burgandy suited my eyes somehow, so I chose that over black. The girl's uniform was similar to mine with the exception of a skirt and no tie. Her skirt seemed to me, completely too short. Too short in the sense that when riding a bike, like she was, she left nothing to the imagination of passers-by.
"Hey wait," I called out to her, running up completely out of breath. She looked at me with that (who-the-hell-are you-and-what-the-hell-do-you-want) expression.
"Huh? I'm kind of in a rush, so if you don't mind. Make it quick," she said putting her foot down and leaning to one side on her bike.
"Um, I'm Niwa Daisuke and I'm supposed to be going to your school, but it would seem I'm running hell of late. To be honest, I'm not sure where to go. So I was kind of hoping you'd show me where," I said looking at her with my most sincere puppy-dog face. For a moment she wavered, but then turned to a scowl.
"Fine, but if you make me late, you're dead." She'd actually be cute, were it not for her grotesque attitude. I followed her anyhow. As we came upon the gates of the school, she stopped abruptly. "We're here. Now go find your classes and don't play like I'm your friend or anything. I was just being nice, but I don't do charity cases." With that, she tied up her bike and left.
"Bitch," I said after she was out of earshot. Something about her said that she could take me down with her hands behind her back. I shivered at the thought. "Damn! Gotta get to the office."
I finally found my way to the office and they gave me my schedule. I dashed down the halls looking for my first class.
AUTHOR'S POV
"Aw! Dark-san, you're so kawaii!! Isn't he the coolest?!?! Ugh he's so hot," exclaimed Risa, who was practically kneeling before Dark, clinging to his arm. The other girls around him quickly agreed and Risa flashed glares at every single one of them. Riku rolled her eyes wondering how the hell she ended up with a twin as idiotic as Risa.
"Please refrain from calling me that. It's annoying," Dark said running his hand through his hair with his free arm.
"Oh my god! Did you see that? It was so hot!," squealed Risa. No one was surprised because it was a well known fact that Dark Mousy was hotness personified. The girls just melted, all of them running their hands over him as he struggled to get away.
"Okay, it's time for your Thomas Paine recitations. Who's ready to stand and deliver?," asked Mr. Nakamura, the world's most unloved history teacher. "Ah, Dark Mousy. Since you're already the center of attention, why don't you give it a go?," he said, smirking at Dark's discomfort. The girls all squealed as he motioned to rise. The guys seethed with jealous contempt.
Dark rose, but stood by his desk, despite Mr. Nakamura's offer of the podeum. "These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will in..." He was cut off as the door to the classroom suddenly flew open.
WHAM! The door flew open, slamming against the back wall, revealing a small red-headed boy heaving in clipped breaths. "I-I made it," he choked up, still trying to catch his breath.
"Who are you?," asked Mr. Nakamura, sauntering over to the boy. The boy just raised his hand and silenced the teacher. Mr. Nakamura made no attempt to argue the rudeness of the gesture, clearly seeing it was impossible for the boy to respond verbally. The boy held out a piece of paper, which Nakamura took, reading it over quickly. The students were struggling to see his face, but couldn't because he was hunched over with his hands on his knees, gasping for air.
"Jeez, did you run here," asked Risa attempting to make a joke. A couple of people laughed with her, but everyone else was shocked because amidst her laughter, the red-head was sticking his middle finger up at her, still taking in deep breaths. Mr. Nakamura was oblivious to this gesture. When Risa saw it, she just put her hand to her mouth, looking to her friends for comfort. "Well, I never!," she said pouting. Dark laughed at her and her face displayed the very essence of hurt. He was still waiting on the red-head to look up, as was everyone else in the class.
"It says here that we have a new student. His name is Niwa Daisuke. I want everyone to treat this new student with the same respect and kindness you show your other peers," said Mr. Nakamura, after which he was hit with a wad of mushed-up spit balls.
"What respect?," asked someone in the room.
"Saehara I expect to see you after class and Niwa-kun, why don't you tell us something about yourself," said Nakamura, putting Daisuke on the spot. Daisuke finally straightened up from his hunched over position and looked at Mr. Nakamura as if he'd asked him to kill himself. Mr. Nakamura waved away the look and urged him to proceed. Daisuke looked back towards the class directly and they all stared back at him, taking in all they had wished to see since he walked in. He was a bit shorter than most guys, and definitely not as toned or muscular, but he had this sort of refined beauty that took everyone off guard. It was as if he was so adorable, he was hot. He had red hair that stuck out everywhere, even in the event that he tried to lay it down. His hair perfectly complemented his amber eyes that shone like rubies in a sea of otherwise, lesser gems, or so he thought until his gaze fell upon Dark, who was still in a standing position. Dark stared back at him locking eyes. Deep pools of amethyst meeting stained glass of blood red pigmentation. Daisuke noticed Dark smirk, just as Nakamura had snapped him from his trance.
"Niwa-kun, we're waiting on you to tell us something about yourself," the teacher said, noticeably irritated. Daisuke looked back at Dark who was now sitting back in his desk, letting some girl play in his gorgeous violet hair. Risa was shooting death rays out like nobodie's business.
"Well then," Daisuke said, "what do you want to know?" He looked at Mr. Nakamura then back at the class, a distant facade masking his face. His voice was soft, yet demanding and Nakamura complied immediately. The rest of the class just waited to see what he would say next.
"Just tell us your likes and dislikes. What makes you happy and what gets on your nerves. Just to give the class a better idea of how to become friends," he explained.
"Well for starters, I never said I was looking for friends," he said, directing it at Riku who sat in the corner looking just as interested in him as everyone else. When they made eye contact, she blushed and looked away, causing a few people to turn around. He cntinued. "But if you must know what I like, I'm an art freak." At that moment a couple of girls started taking notes. Daisuke caught it. "I paint mostly, but I also draw and work with pastels. I do scenery and portraits. I love eating, one of my more major passions. Uh, besides art and food, I'm not sure what more I could tell you," he said hoping to all that is holy, no one would ask for more. Fortunately for him, no one did.
"Thank you for sharing Niwa-kun. You can take that seat next to Dark. Dark raise your hand so Daisuke can find his seat," Nakamura said as he began the day's lesson.
Somehow, Daisuke knew exactly who Dark was even without seeing his hand raised. This was partly because there was only one empty desk left in the room and everyone surrounding that desk was a girl, besides Dark. Aside from that, his name just seemed to fit his appearance. Daisuke slowly took his seat and automatically felt the daggers Risa was staring into his back.
"Sup," Dark said watching Daisuke arrange his things. He followed the way Daisuke moved the hair from his eyes and how soft it looked as it fell right back into place.
"Uh, hey how's it goin'? I'm good, just kind of need to catch up. Can I borrow your notes?," Daisuke asked taking out a pen and some paper.
"What notes?," Dark said, truly unaware that there was ever any notes in this class.
"You don't take notes?" Daisuke looked dumb-founded.
"Sure, I do. Satoshi, give me your notes." Satoshi handed over his notes and Dark turned to Daisuke.
"Wow...thanks," Daisuke said in a tone which could not be registered as anything other than sarcasm. Dark smiled and layed is head down on the desk.
About ten minutes later into the lecture, a note hit the back of Daisuke's head. "What the hell?," said Daisuke, a little louder than he'd anticipated.
"Is there a problem Niwa?," asked Mr. Nakamura.
"No, it was nothing," said Daisuke, opening the note. The note was directed at Dark, but apparently someone had bad aim. `Dark, ask the red-head to switch seats with me.' - the note said. Daisuke scoffed and placed the note on Dark's desk, who was currently sleeping. Daisuke turned around to see Risa glaring at him. "Dark," Daisuke said, rubbing Dark's back. Dark arched back towards the heat and Daisuke heard Risa gasp. He removed his hand. "Dark, get up."
"What?," Dark groaned, raising his head from the desktop. His eyes slowly opening and closing as if he still wasn't completely conscious.
"Who's that?," Daisuke asked, pointing to Risa, who still looked like she was about to assasinate him.
Dark opened one eye, although he knew exactly who Daisuke was talking about. "That's Risa Harada, my number one fan-girl. You'll get used to her. She pretty much stares down any girl or guy who gets too close to me. In this case, you're the closest one to me in this class. No one sits in that seat because Risa scares them off." By this time Dark had lain his head back down, but was just talking in Daisuke's direction.
"Oh, well why don't you just tell her to stop?," Daisuke asked, seriously wanting to feel safe rather than targeted.
"Two reasons. One: Risa doesn't understand the meaning of the word stop. It's not in her vocabulary. And two: as long as she's not sitting next to me, i could care less whether that seat is vacant or occupied. You'll do just fine," he said winking at Daisuke.
Daisuke didn't know how to go about comprehending the wink, but he blushed, never-the-less and found himself staring at Dark's sleeping figure right up until the bell rang.
Yay! Chapter one is finished. Should be posting another chapter soon. Please let my know what ya think. 3