Sakura: Hello again!

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: This story WILL contain BOY X BOY relationships! I don't want to hear about it!

Thank you to: … Thanks again to my reviewers, though I have thanked you already… I hope I didn't miss anyone!

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 Two

His Gaze

'Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.'

'Dai, wake up.'

'Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.'

'Dai…'

'Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.'

'DAI! LISTEN TO THE VOICE! SHUT OFF THE FUCKING ALARM!'

'Whatimizit?' Daisuke asked sleepily, face buried in the soft down pillow on his bed.

'Dai, I speak Japanese… Maybe you could repeat that so I could ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND YOU!'

'I said… WHAT. TIME. IS. IT?'

'Well… Your alarm has been ringing for nearly a half hour… So… You do the Math. Meanwhile, I'm going back to sleep.'

'WHAT?' Daisuke screeched, slamming the off button on his alarm and falling out of bed in the process. Practically throwing on his school clothes he tumbled down the stairs where his Mother awaited him, toast in one hand and a Bento box lunch in the other.

'Bye sweetie!' Emiko called after him as he blew by.

'Bye Mum!" He called back at her over his shoulder as he hit the pavement running.

The door opened with a 'BANG!', (with force that was sure to leave at least a small dent in the wall,) causing the entire class' eyes to dart toward a very out-of-breath Daisuke Niwa. He was standing, door ajar, cheeks touched with a light blush that was the product of his exertions. Without looking up, he panted out, "S-Sorry… I'm Late… Ran… Here…"

'Uh… Daisuke…?'

'It'll never happen again! I promise!'

'DAISUKE!'

'…Huh?'

He looked up to see Takeshi looking at him with a blank expression In his flurry he had, of course, failed to realize that the teacher hadn't even arrived yet. Blushing wildly with embarrassment, he murmured, 'Oh…' in a small voice before scurrying quietly to his seat. Takeshi followed him, sitting upon the top of his desk.

'Jeez, Daisuke, you look wrecked. Rough morning?'

'Yeah, I—'

'That's nice! But guess what?'

Daisuke sighed. 'What?'

'Kaitou Dark struck again last night! He stole "Un couer en Feu", "A Heart of Fire". It was due to make its' debut in an art expo this week-end, and was just flown in from Versailles! Isn't that cool?' Without awaiting an answer from the stunned red-head, he skipped off to spread the news. Daisuke groaned and dropped his head down on the desk.

Satoshi hadn't bothered to look over when the door of the classroom slammed open, as he knew already who it was. He continued to stare silently out the window.

'You can fool him, and you can fool them, but you can never fool me. You look as though you don't care that the Wing Master was here; as if you didn't even notice his absence. I know that you're thinking of him, Satoshi-Sama.'

Satoshi closed his eyes and rubbed his screaming temples. 'Be quiet, Krad.' He replied scathingly.

'He doesn't love you, Satoshi-Sama. He will only break your heart. There is only one person who can keep you safe, who can protect you and love you the way you deserve. You know it's true, Satoshi-Sama.

'I said, be QUIET Krad!'

'Very well, Satoshi-Sama, as you wish…' Krad murmured, the echoes reverberating off of the walls of Satoshi's mind. And then, he felt that lifting that signaled his curse's retreat into the back of his mind.

The teacher walked in and called for the class' attention. It was the beginning of another entirely uneventful lesion which Satoshi didn't bother to listen to ('Who doesn't know all about Commodore Matthew Perry anyways?' The thought floated across his numb mind at some point or another during the lesson.

He looked over at Daisuke, who had his head rested upon his hands. His chest rose and fell silently, a sure indication that the boy had fallen asleep in the dreamy stupour of the classroom. Satoshi admired the way his soft, even breathing silently blew his hair lightly upward before the smooth wisps feathered gently back down into his face with a silent whisper of sound. He felt that all-too-familiar burning in his stomach, and so he forced himself to once again turn his ice-cold stare out the classroom window

Daisuke's eyes fluttered, but he didn't bother to open them even though he was awake. It was the gaze that woke him. He couldn't see it, but he knew he was the current fixation of those glacial pools' cool gaze. It made him slightly uneasy, and he shivered anxiously.

'Creepy Boy is staring again Dai,' Dark murmured sleepily.

'I know,' Daisuke replied silently.

'Maybe I should—'

'NO DARK.'

'But I didn't even finish my—'

'NO!'

'Dammit! You're n-no fun,' He yawned out, falling asleep once again.

The hour of freedom arrived with the offending 'clang!' of the lunch bell, and Daisuke heaved a sigh of relief. Gathering his things he walked out of the class, heading towards the roof where he was due to meet Satoshi Hiwatari for lunch (as per usual). Satoshi gathered his things as well and followed suit, walking noiselessly down the corridor after the red-head.

End Chapter Two

Sakura: Ah, yes. That's all. The next chapter is the one. Where the 'building' leads up to. I hope you continue to read!