Hey it's dragonfly, and I just had this idea nagging to come out at a sudden burst of inspiration lol. I'll finish my other story later, promise, but right now, I just wanted to post this - it was too good of an opportunity to miss, before I forget anyway. This is un-betaed, so there maybe a few mistakes, gomen. If I used the Japanese wrongly, gomen, again /apologetic smile/
Anyway - Disclaimer: no own DN Angel, apart from Sakuya - no touchy, ja?
Warnings: shounen-ai, enough said - if anyone flames me because of it, then they're a baka. Another warning is that this 'art piece' is something I've heard about DN Angel, but with a few adjustments of my own.
I couldn't help but add in a bit of humour too /smile/
Pairings: SatxDai (mainly) others may come but I'm not sure yet
On with the story - hope you guys like it, this is following the same storyline with a few twists of my own, and additions
Perfection
I was never one to really be fond of details, but no matter what I say, I always pay attention to them anyway. Maybe that's why I can't stand them, but everything has detail, so I am tortured everyday. I think I may be a perfectionist, and it's a condition I would really rather be without thank you very much. If any little thing is out of proportion, or out of place, I feel that it is my duty to correct them. Maybe that's why I'm part of the police force? I mean, I'm almost directly below Hiwatari-sama himself, but... I'm older than the fourteen-year-old boy, who never fails to amaze me at how much he's achieved at such a young age. However, he has also paid a severe price, and the price he's paid is too great for a child, for that price is his happiness. Never once does he smile, only smirk, he never shows any emotions apart from anger, but even that is subdued. The only sentiment he knows is pain, pain of what Krad puts him through. I know that I'm not meant to know this, that this is the commander's son's secret, but... I am a novice clairvoyant, I just knew. I didn't want to, but I do.
Another thing I also know is - that even though, I've never seen Hiwatari-sama smile, a true smile, filled with happiness, someone has. The red-haired Niwa, Hiwatari-sama's sworn rival, the boy that Hiwatari-sama has fallen for, and I can't be any happier for them. They'd be perfect together, if they didn't have those curses hanging upon their heads, and that damn father of Hiwatari-sama, and well, being the perfectionist that I am - I have to set things straight, don't I?
Okie dokie, so first things first. I have to separate the curses from their hikaris - the tenshis from the humans. It's going to be tricky, but I have an idea of how to do it. Niwa-kun is oblivious to Hiwatari-sama's feelings towards him, but if he was to realise this and return his feelings, the curses would be lifted for the true love would be returned, after all - even though a Maiden is technically a girl, love is love no matter what the gender and they can't change that, so now... how to make Niwa-kun realise before Krad makes Hiwatari-sama do something that he'll regret just to protect his precious Niwa-kun, for he'd rather die than admit the emotions he felt for the younger boy because well, boys are just like that. I should know, I am one.
Kuso! I can't concentrate with that damn Saehara-san nattering on in my ear just because I'd been asked to his house to go over some sort of new notice that Dark's sent out, and I can't think straight! He won't stop! Urusai baka! The father's no better than his son when he really gets going, but hey - I guess spending forty years of your life trying to catch an elusive thief, a curse, will do that to you. Saehara-san's hell bent on this new mission - to protect another Hikari art, an art that can... wait. This mission may be just what I need to set my perfect plan into action! Kami-sama and my damn perfectionist genes! Shimata! Mou, why do I do this to myself?
"Aya-kun are you listening?" Saehara-san impatiently clucks and I twist my lips into a semblance of a smile and apologise.
"Gomen ne, I was just... thinking about the new mission. What is the art about again? What is its history?" the chief inspector seems taken aback. I guess he'd be shocked that I was actually taking an interest in my job. I couldn't stop my brow from quivering with irritation. Just because I get so lost in my reveries doesn't mean I'm a baka! I just... don't pay attention to what's happening at the present time. Hai, that's it...
"It is said to be a mirror that reflects one's self, and releases their true emotions," yes, just as I thought. I grin. Yes, this may be all I need to work some match-making magic. "Aya Sakuya - are you paying attention! You asked a question so you should have the respect to listen to the answer!" Iie... I forgot - once Saehara-san began to answer a question related to Hikari art, he'll give you the full history - every single detail that you didn't even want to know, and he will talk for hours. With a resigned sigh I apologise, and rub my temples as he launches back into his history lesson. Well, I did ask for this, literally, but... if I had remembered the outcome of asking Saehara-san anything, I wouldn't even have bothered. I knew already but had to confirm it with that man. Honto ni, boku no baka. Iie... my head hurts. He won't stop... must... kill... headache...
"Tou-san!" the younger Saehara bursts through the door before I can be held responsible for manslaughter, sparing me, and I think, my knees buckled from relief and wanting to rush up to the young reporter and simply hug him, while crying my eyes out of course. That was how relieved I was. I'm only seventeen, meant to be an adult? Yea, right. I may be a perfectionnist, but I'm still human, not some walking icicle, which... is the role Hiwatari-sama is being forced into by his 'father'. Nobody knows how much I hate the true commander. He's such a teme! If I could, I would assassinate him myself, but he's too strong for me. I must get stronger first, but, I have the perfect opening, for the commander - has taken a liking to me. Teme! Hentai! Argh! I would never stoop so low as to sleep with a man like that - not even if he was the last man alive and I had to do it to live! I would rather choose death! Death!
"Nani!" barked the CI, and I just quietly crept away unnoticed, silently mouthing: "Arigatou," to the budding journalist who just smiled and winked, unbeknown to the CI of course, and I couldn't help but laugh. Yes, Takeshi-kun knew what it was like to be subjected to one of Saehara-san's lectures. They were deadly things, because of the extent of boredom they subjected their listener to. If you could bottle up Saehara-san's lecture and play it to an enemy, you would win every battle you fought. Criminals would be begging for the recording to stop, and a wicked grin plays upon my face as I exit the Saehara manor. That - sounded like another brilliant idea to me, but now, I have to find a willing victim for Saehara-san's speeches so that I can get a recording, after all - sacrifices do have to be made, I just have to find someone to do it.
Chotto matte. Kuso! I'm getting sidetracked from my initial mission! I'm meant to be making my way to the museum to 'stop' Dark! Hm... how to play this to my advantage? Or ultimately, Hiwatari-sama's... mmm... oh well; I'm making this up as I go along, so it shouldn't really matter. I'll just see when I get there!
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Tell me what you think. /smile/ gomen if I totally destroyed Takeshi-san's father's image, I couldn't help but add in a bit of humour. Forgive me? lol
Dragonfly
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