Title: Reality
Author: SapphirexKat2
Rating: PG-13 Overall: R (I promise this time!)
Pairing: SatoshixDaisuke .
Warnings: Slightly AU; Spoilers. Maybe a little OoC.
Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel. pout
Summary: Satoshi wants to understand his obssession for Daisuke. He asks Daisuke out on a "date", which only seems to complicate things.
Status: Incomplete series.
Prologue: Questions and Invitations
Since Hiwatari Satoshi first saw Niwa Daisuke the innocent red head had endlessly been plaguing his thoughts. It wasn't a bad thing, but it wasn't necessarily healthy either. Satoshi found himself consumed with Daisuke that he rarely had time to think of anything else. He practically lived Daisuke, and that was not normal at all.
What was so special about the red head that caused Satoshi to think about him so much any way? Sure, Niwa was the Phantom Thief (he knew that ever since), but that wasn't the only reason why Satoshi paid so much attention to him. There was something else, but he just wasn't sure what, and he was determined to find out.
000
"Hi, Niwa-kun. Are you free tonight?"
A clueless Daisuke turned to Satoshi and suddenly grew flustered (as always). He was about to leave class and start on his cleaning duties when an arm unexpectedly shot out and took a hold of his elbow. He saw the Commander's serious expression and chuckled to hide his nervousness (which wasn't working, by the way). "Ah, ha, Hiwatari-kun," Daisuke said, putting a hand behind his head. "N-no, not really. I just have cleaning duties, and then—"
"Would you like to go out with me tonight?"
The shocked expression on Daisuke's face was priceless. It lasted for about ten seconds until a great blush took over. Stuttering followed next. "Y-you w-want to… d-date… me?"
Satoshi found the whole situation rather amusing; for he figured that Dark was probably teasing him. Daisuke looked so embarrassed about something. He idly wondered what the (perverted) Phantom Thief was saying to him. "It doesn't have to be a date, Niwa-kun," he said. "I want to spend some more time with you."
"O-oh." Satoshi's response didn't help matters since Daisuke grew even more nervous about the whole thing. He couldn't seem to keep eye contact with Satoshi; for every time they locked gazes, he would blush a bright red and look away. Satoshi was patient, and he just waited for a response. A whole minute passed before Daisuke calmed down (just barely) enough to give a straight answer. "Anou… s-sure, Hiwatari-kun." He smiled. "Just name the place and time."
000
After school Satoshi's heart kept beating rapidly in his ribcage, and there was no way to get it to slow down. He actually expected more hesitation, but he was glad Daisuke eventually approved of it. The Commander wondered what made him change (Daisuke always eluded him when he could), but he decided that he didn't want to question a good thing.
Satoshi showered, got dressed, and made his way down to the restaurant by 6:55. He waited with bated breath for about ten more minutes before Daisuke finally arrived.
The red head came wearing a dark blue polo shirt with two red stripes on the left and black cargo pants. Satoshi's breath hitched slightly when he saw him. Daisuke caught sight of Satoshi and jogged over with a smile on his lips.
"I'm sorry. Were you waiting long?" he asked apologetically. "I couldn't figure out… what to wear." He blushed slightly at these words, and Satoshi shook his head.
"No, it's fine." He studied Daisuke's appearance. "You look nice."
The red head blushed brighter. "Th-Thanks. You too, by the way." Satoshi gave a small smile. He knew that Daisuke was only trying to be polite. What was so nice about his dark green button down and beige slacks?
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
Daisuke's eyes lit up. "I'm starving! Is this where we're eating at?" He looked up at the high-class restaurant and gasped. "Tsuitachi? Isn't it expensive?"
Satoshi shrugged. "Doesn't matter. It's my treat, anyway." He opened the door and waited for Daisuke to go in first. Blushing yet again, Daisuke nodded his thanks and proceeded inside.
The Commander approached the waiter by the front podium and announced his reservation for two at 7. The middle aged man scanned his list before nodding and leading the way with two leather bound menus. Daisuke followed behind Satoshi practically gawking at the other patrons. They consisted of older rich people and younger successful businessmen (possibly discussing business). He had never eaten there before (his family rarely went out), and he took this opportunity to take in the fancy surroundings. The main pathway was red carpet and the rest was black with white diamonds.
They came to a corner by the large front window and sat down at a table for two. After ordering two glasses of water and iced tea, they opened their menus and scanned through it.
"Have you eaten here before?" Daisuke asked, reading the names of the food and then the ingredients underneath. He had no idea of what to order!
"A couple of times with my father," Satoshi replied, pushing up the frames of his glasses. "Have you?"
"No," Daisuke replied, flushing slightly. "I don't know what to get."
"Would you like me to order for you?"
"Uh, sure."
When the waiter came back Satoshi ordered two different dishes, his favorite for Daisuke and something new for himself. The man then left, and they were alone once again. Satoshi sat back and watched with mild amusement as Daisuke swirled the straw in his iced tea cup.
The Niwa had some nervous habits, Satoshi noticed, like busy hands. Daisuke's slender hands toyed with the straw, cup, cloth napkin, and the utensils on the navy blue tablecloth. Satoshi closely watched each long finger as it moved across the surface of things, and he wondered how they would feel under his touch.
"Thank you for taking me here," said Daisuke after a while of silence. He smiled, and Satoshi's heart melted.
"It's my pleasure, Niwa-kun," the Commander replied. "Thank you for being here."
They began a conversation that eventually led to Satoshi's years in University when their orders finally arrived. The two teens ate as they continued talking about anything, as a new topic eventually arose from the existing one. Soon they were talking about the Police Force halfway into their meals.
"So you were immediately employed as a Commander?" Daisuke asked with mild shock (Satoshi was a genius, after all, so it wasn't a BIG surprise).
"My father mostly influenced the decision," was the reply. Daisuke noticed that Satoshi's voice had a dreaded tone whenever he spoke about Hiwatari-san. "He refused to give me a lower position."
"Ah." Daisuke sipped at his water. "Do you enjoy it?"
Satoshi glanced up at Daisuke before returning to his plate. "Occasionally."
Daisuke smiled as he stole a glimpse of Satoshi delicately chewing his food. He wondered what made the Commander's job "occasionally" enjoyable.
000
After several arguments on who should pay Satoshi finally won, paid the bill, and walked out of the restaurant with a slightly sulking Daisuke in tow, but the red head soon recovered as they started walking along the neighborhood streets.
"Thanks again for dinner," he said. "I liked it a lot."
Satoshi glanced at him. "I knew you would. Want to go there again?"
Daisuke smiled. "That'd be nice."
They went and got ice cream (Daisuke's treat since he refused to let Satoshi pay for anything more), and walked around for a while more, conversing yet again.
Satoshi set up this "date" to figure out why he was so interested in Daisuke, but he only complicated things. He found that he began to like the other teen even more. He liked Daisuke's smile, and his laughs, and sense of humor, and personality and… The list just went on and on! As they continued to walk the night wore on (quite quickly, in Satoshi's opinion), and it was nearly 9 in no time.
"Since we're here, let me walk you home," Satoshi offered. His condo was the other way, but he could make it by himself. Besides, he didn't want to separate from Daisuke just yet.
Daisuke looked concerned. "No, it's fine, Hiwatari-kun. You'll have to walk home again, and it's pretty far from here."
Satoshi shrugged. "It doesn't matter."
"Really, Hiwatari-kun," Daisuek insisted. "I don't want you walking alone at this time." Satoshi looked at him, and he blushed, but kept his serious gaze. "I'll just see you tomorrow."
Satoshi was touched by Daisuke's concern, and he gave him a small smile. "We do have another… date, don't we? Until tomorrow, then."
"Good night, Hiwatari-kun."
"Good night." Satoshi hesitated for a moment. He wanted to do something, but it wasn't that time just yet. He just waved at Daisuke and turned to leave.
000
It was nearly ten o'clock when Satoshi finally got home. He was blissfully tired, but energetic at the same time. He simply took a warm shower and lied down on his bed, thinking. It was too early to sleep (he usually slept at 1) so he just went over the plans for capturing Dark tomorrow night. Throughout their "date" neither of them spoke about a certain Thief nor art, and for that Satoshi was grateful. It would have been awkward anyway. How could he bring himself to capture Dark now? He knew that he had to, and that he should, but could he bring himself to do so.
Perhaps being so close with Daisuke wasn't such a good idea, but at the same time, Satoshi was glad that the night had happened, and he hoped that it would happen again sometime soon.
000
The next day was the first of good days. Eleven o'clock that night suddenly came around, and Satoshi was at the museum, waiting for the Phantom Thief who was scheduled to steal the Guardian of the Isle painting. As usual (for some nights), the lights completely shut down five minutes before the time, and the policemen were running around in panic.
"Traps four, twenty-seven, and thirty-eight were activated," came a voice of a technician in the gloom.
"But that's impossible!" yelled Inspector Saehara. "They're on completely different floors and wings of the museum! Check everywhere and make sure of where he really is!"
Satoshi could only see what the moving flashlights and cascading moonbeams through windows permitted. The painting was already gone, he knew, and the fastest way out was on the floor directly above this one.
He ran to the escape route leading to the roof. When he got there, he found the guards knocked out, possibly by some sort of sleeping gas. Smirking despite the situation Satoshi arrived on the roof where a (rather sexy) thief dressed in black already awaited him.
"Ah, Commander. What a pleasant surprise," said Dark, albeit sarcastically. "I was waiting for you."
"I don't doubt it," Satoshi replied, dropping his defenses slightly. He had a nice pair of handcuffs at the waistband of his slacks. If he could only get Dark to relax, he might be able to chain him up.
Dark chuckled. "You're funny, Commander."
"I try."
"I don't doubt it." With a smug smile, Dark came closer to the blue haired teen. Satoshi just gazed at him, waiting for what the thief was planning on doing. "So, how was your night last night?"
"You were there. How do you think it went?"
"I know that I kept teasing Dai-chan about it. Do you want to know what I said that made him blush so many times?"
Satoshi fought his own blush as he thought about what those comments could be. "You're shameless," he said dismissively, obviously wanting to drop the subject. However, Dark still saw passed his uninterested façade.
"Of course I am, and you're curious. So, do you want help or don't you?"
Azure orbs narrowed. " How can you help me?"
Dark came within a foot's range of Satoshi. "Well, I can give you tips."
"Tips? On what?"
"How to get Dai-chan, of course."
Satoshi indeed was curious, but suspicious all the same. "And since when were you so supportive of our…" He paused. He didn't know what to call it. Dark apparently had an idea.
"Relationship?"
"...No! Our…" Satoshi grew flustered with just trying to figure out a name. "Friendship." He frowned to himself, a little disappointed with his answer; for it didn't suffice.
Dark laughed, and the Commander scowled. "I hardly call the looks you send to Dai-chan 'friendly'," he teased. "And you call me shameless," he muttered.
"What?"
"Anyway, if you really want to take Daisuke, use the element of surprise."
Satoshi smirked. "Like this?" He quickly pushed Dark to the ground, cuffed both wrists and pinned them above his head. By the time Dark could register what had just happened, it was already too late. He grinned at the Commander above him.
"Hell, you can win me, Hiwatari-kun, but maybe also something like this." There was a bright flash of light, and what was previously violet was now crimson.
"N-Niwa-kun!" Satoshi gasped, sitting up and releasing Daisuke. The red head, just as confused, simply stared up at him.
"Hiwatari-kun."
An incredible wave of heat spread through Satoshi's body, and he realized that it was pure lust for the innocent bound teen beneath him. If he thought that his condition was bad before, it was worse now. What he wanted to do now was kneel over him again and --
"I… think you better leave." Satoshi inhaled sharply and stood. He averted his gaze as Daisuke sat up with a confused expression.
"You're letting me go?" Was that disappointment in his voice?
Satoshi didn't reply. His knees felt weak, and a light fever seemed to break out over his skin. It already became harder to breathe. If he glanced at Daisuke again, he might… "Do it," he commanded firmly around his shaky voice. His hand came up and clutched at his burning chest.
Daisuke realized that something was definitely wrong, and with a mental comment from Dark he looked at Satoshi worriedly before turning and calling to his Wings. Dark now stood in the moonlight before With swept him up to the sky. He gave Satoshi a sorrowful glance before he disappeared into the distance.
000
An awful pain ripped through Satoshi's body, as if he was being devoured from the inside. He knew what it was - who it was – that was tearing through his soul: the curse of the Hikaris.
'Hold nothing precious to your heart…' His mother's voice echoed in his mind.
Satoshi knew as a young child that he had to be distant to everyone. He could never treasure the love of a friend or of anything else.
"Daisuke…"
Wings of pure white ripped through his shirt; eyes of azure paled to gold, and light blue hair lengthened and flashed to blonde. Satoshi's frail frame transformed into a stronger stature; his body was no longer his own.
"It seems you have broken your promise, Satoshi-sama."
To be Continued…
How was it? Sorry, I had a lot of plot bunnies for DN Angel, but I just couldn't find an end to each potential story! So I decided on this; hope you liked it. Please review! All comments, questions, and suggestions are welcome.
Oh yeah, and tsuitachi is the name originally given to the first day of each month (in Jap., of course). It means the "rising of the moon" or something...(please correct me if I'm wrong!)
SapphirexKat