Note from the Author: Ah, finally. After a five year hiatus, I'm back! Some of you may remember me from my Yu-Gi-Oh days as Dark Magician Girl2k2. Heh, those were the glory days, righto. Anyway, move to the present. This would be my first DNAngel fiction. Read the synopsis. But first, before you read, let me say two things. One-Yes, this has Dark and Krad together as twins. Yes, this has Krad treating Dark as Satoshi. Yes, neither of them are exactly in character. And yes, I don't give a flying fuck. I'm proud of it, and crazy fangirls shrieking "OMG, u l13k t0tt11y s(R3w3d 1t uP b1(th!11!" (Yes, that was hard to type…). So keep quiet if that's your comment. And, of course, I do not own DNAngel or any of it's rights, etc. There. Read now, and be happy.
(Eternally: Chapter One)
The teacher tapped Dark on the shoulder. He looked up from the ridiculously hard algebra worksheet. "Yeah?" he asked, rather rudely. The teacher motioned to her desk and he followed her, wondering what he could have possibly done, as seeing this was the first day of ninth grade, first class, excluding homeroom and the welcoming assembly, and he had done nothing wrong, except take a brief nap during the assembly.
"Welcome back to Nami Doryoku High School. I just have a question for you…" She glanced down at her student list. "It says here your name is "Dark…and there's no last name…the school has a strict policy for punishment with those who tamper with their school records…"
This old talk. For the past fifteen years, he had been asked this damn question so many times. "I didn't tamper with the records." He said simply, keeping the irritation out of his voice. She gave him a questioning look and he replied with less patience this time, "Look…" he glanced down at the chart to see that her name was Saruwatari, "Saruwatari-sensei, it's not my damn fault that my mother was a pothead and I was born at night."
She was silent, slightly taken aback and a little embarrassed. She coughed quietly and said, "Well, that may indeed by regrettable,"-At this point it took all Dark had to not roll his eyes-"but that still doesn't explain the lack of a family name."
Dark shrugged and replied colorlessly, "I just don't have one."
The teacher was blushing more and more red as the moments went on, this was her first year teaching, and the thought of making such a big mistake and-oh, she must have sounded so heartless when she had first asked him the question, she hoped she had not offended him-at least she could take comfort in the fact she only had one question left. "Y-yes, I h-h-have one last quest-question…" And her stutter was back too. "T-there is another young man in t-the ninth grade w-who has no f-f-fam-family name, would you know him? H-his name is K-K-Krad…"
Dark glared at her. "No. Never heard of anyone with that name."
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"Mousy, how was your first day?" Dark ignored his blonde twin and continued down the stairs, his backpack weighing his progress down. Krad gracefully hopped down the steps and caught up with him easily. "Do you have any really fun classes? Did you meet anyone you like? Well, not as much as you like me, but anyone you like?"
"Shut up." Dark sped up leaving Krad behind. Krad, either unable to read hints or just not giving damn, caught up with him again. "And don't go on with your obnoxious questions," he said as Krad opened his mouth. "You're acting like father when he sober. And I much prefer him drunk."
Krad stood on the steps, ignoring the flow of students. He just watched Dark's retreating back with a small smile on his lips, his eyes cold but shining brightly. And turning around, he headed back up the stairs to detention.
Dark found a seat on the bus with no one else in it. Where'd he go? He was right behind me…Not that it mattered. Whenever Krad rode home with him, it meant having to put up with him and also missing out on the chance to pick up the ladies. Speaking of…he put his elbows on the back of the seat in front of him and rested his chin on it as well. Who to go after this year…last year he had really disappointed himself, he only went on twenty-five dates with twenty-two girls. And of course, Hoshiko-chan, with whom he had gone on three dates with, had moved in the middle of last year…otherwise he would have been happy enough to settle down with her. But moving on…his goal this year…thirty dates with thirty girls. He figured a good majority he could easily rope in with his naturally good looks, but he wanted a challenge this year…like Nyoko-chan. She played hard-to-get and was one of the biggest teases in his grade. But she didn't ride on the bus…
A plop on the seat interrupted his thoughts. He glanced to the new arrival. It was Toshi-chan, a girl he didn't really know that well. She blushed heavily and murmured, "Sorry, there were no seats left." Dark grinned. Target number one.
"It's fine, I've been wanting to talk to you." She gave him a wide-eyed stare, her face turning more red by the second. " So, how are your classes? You seem like the smart kind." Actually, he didn't know anything about her, but she wore glasses.
"Classes are easy for me, I suppose...um, what about you?"
He shrugged. "Waste of time for me. It's not like I'm going to use any of this later in life…speaking of, what do you want to be when get older?"
'I want to open a library," she answered promptly. "But what about you? What do you want to do that you wouldn't need education for? Everything needs education except…" Except trucking, Toshi thought. And just the thought of Dark's perfect physique being ruined by trucking was too much to bear…
Dark leaned close (Toshi eeped and her face, if possible, got even redder) and whispered in her ear, "It's my little secret". How he loved the chase, though with Toshi-chan the chase had ended the second she sat next him. In this case, his favorite part would be seeing what prize was waiting at the end of the fishing line. "Hey Toshi-chan…" He chewed on his thumb nail. "Do you…are you…what are you doing Saturday?"
They were at her bus stop. "Um…nothing…" She hurried off the bus. Yeah, she wants a date. Tomorrow he would set something up. For her type…he could probably just make Nikujaga. The only problem was getting Krad out of the house.
"Mousy, I'm home!" Krad threw his backpack down on a small black sofa and walked into the kitchen of their small apartment. "Mousy!" He wasn't in the kitchen after all. But he had at least been home, because all the curtains had been wretched closed. Opening all the curtains as he searched through for their home for him, finally finding him in the room they shared when their father actually came home at night, busy writing in a journal that he always used for keeping track of who he had gotten dates with.
Dark glanced up briefly before returning to his book. "Where were you after school?"
"See…despite all your fighting you really do care about me…" Dark glared at him. Krad returned it with a cool smile. "I was in detention for fighting."
"You're always fighting."
"And you're always stealing." Krad pulled a book off a bookshelf and sat on his own bed.
Dark couldn't think of a reply for that, truly enough. Changing the subject, he asked, "Where are you going to be on Saturday?"
"Home. Where else would I be?"
Dark sighed. Of course. "Can't you go somewhere? Like take the train to somewhere fun, hang out with friends, or just…not be here?"
"I don't have any 'friends', I have no use for such things. And why should I have to leave the comfort of my own home? Why?" He looked up from his book. "What are you doing?"
"Date." Krad glared at his book and turned the page with unnecessary force.
"No." He said simply, and Dark gave up. It was rather useless trying to fight with him. He acted like a jealous lover or something at times like these, and was always rude in the very least to all of Dark's dates. Maybe he could pump some advice out of him.
"Krad, what's a romantic meal?" Nikujaga was his favorite dish and also the one he was best at cooking, but now he was thinking that she may not like it.
"Shitake mushrooms in wasabi and nihonshu sauce," he replied bitterly. Dark saw the hopelessness of the situation and went down to the kitchen to search through the cookbook for a romantic recipe.
