Sakura: Hello, my friends! It has been quite a while since anything has been posted...Oh happy day! I havebeen meaning to do some D.N.Angel fanfiction...

Info:F.Y.I. "Sans Titre" is French for "Untitled" (It means literally "Without title"). That's why I chose it. Just so you know.

Warnings: If this is not something you like, don't read it! I don't want flames saying "Ewww… Gay is bad blah blah blah how dare you blah blah blah" or anything of that nature. However, if you think that my writing sucks… Then you may flame me. Within reason of course. Constructive criticism is the only useful type there is.

Disclaimer: I do not own D.N.Angel, or any characters here and within (unless I state otherwise… which I probably won't.) I am not making a profit off of this, people! It's simply for entertainment! So… On with the Fanfiction!

Chapter One

A Day in the Lives

Satoshi Hiwatari pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose once again, finally laying his pen down upon his desk next to the stack of now-finished paperwork. With a sigh, he filed it away, (which in his case meant he "chose one of the less precariously teetering stacks of papers and piled these on top of them,") before unceremoniously throwing himself down on his bed, and tossing his shirt to the floor. He was mindful to rid himself of the shirt, but not to take off his shoes, which of course he would not realize until the next morning. The young commander lay staring at the white expanse of his apartment ceiling, drifting, drifting, until her drifted off into the abyss of his worn-out mind.

Just as his eyes fluttered closed, a figure materialized from nothingness, staring from the shadows, masked by the night. A golden gaze lingered upon the sleeping form, before its owner stepped into the light, revealing long flowing robes of angelic white, lined with silver. Long blonde hair trailed behind him, braided and bound by a large cross, shining in the pale light of the full moon pouring through the window.

He smiled, and leaning over he placed a chaste kiss on Satoshi's forehead, admiring the light blush that touched the skin of the sleeping boy. Continuing to smile, he pushed a few strands of blue hair from the skin of Satoshi's pale skin, before dissolving once more, leaving only the darkness behind him.

Meanwhile, in the highest room of a small house across town, Daisuke Niwa sat, cheek resting on his hand, gazing into the looking glass that stood upon a small table.

"But Daaaaaaaark!" He whined. "You didn't have to attack him that badly! I mean, you could have killed poor Hiwatari-Kun!"

"Creepy Boy? He's probably fine. I bet he's doing his paperwork as we speak! Ha! And he deserves it too, for letting that sadistic angel look-alike run around free again! He could've killed us, Dai!" His reflection yelled back at him.

Now, to any onlooker, whether they could see this phenomenon or not,this wouldseemquite strange. Not only is it considered terribly mental for someone to speak to their own reflection, for their reflection to speak back is unheard of. There is also the fact that normally, when peering into a looking glass, the reflection is yourself. Daisuke Niwa was a red-headed boy, with wide eyes to match, and a short stature. If they could see as he did, it may seem a bit odd to them that the one staring back from behind the cool pane was an older boy, eighteen, by the looks of him, with dark purple hair, deep purple eyes, and who was much taller than himself. Not that they could see him, of course.

"Hiwatari wouldn't have let him!"

"Sorry if you're worried about your lover Dai!" He grinned tauntingly as Daisuke's face flushed red as his hair. Taking the bait, he replied,

"Hiwatari-Kun isn't my lover Dark! I mean… He's a boy for one! And he's my friend!"

"C'mon, Dai. I bet that if you offered to be his sex-buddy, you could get him to stop attacking us!" If it was possible, this made Daisuke flush to an even deeper crimson, and his eyebrows shot up to become indistinguishable from his hair.

"DARK! Shut up!"

"Don't deny it! You know he wants you!"

"I'm going to bed…" And with that he turned the mirror around to face the wall (which was accompanied by a yell of disapproval from Dark,) and lay down on his bed, asleep as soon as he hit the pillows. His dreams, however, were undiluted by Dark's perverted nature.

End Chapter One

Sakura: Yes, not the most eventful first chapter, I know. It will get more interesting. I promise. It will also get longer. This is just a short first chapter thingy.