Alright, here's the second and last chapter to Twisted Love. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own D.N.Angel.
Twisted Love part 2
Satoshi sat up and grabbed at his chest, looking down to make sure it was just a dream. He then looked at his clock radio. He was late. His eyes widened as he heard that song. . .the song he heard in his dream coming from the radio. "I'll never love someone quiet the way that I loved you." He looked away from it as tears formed in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away.
He sat up and put his hands at his hips to hold up the snow-white sheet that hung around his waist. He stepped away from his bed and made his way over to the bathroom. As soon as he went through the doorway, he let his sheet fall around his ankles. He stepped out of it and walked over to the glass door of his shower. He put his hand on the silver handle and slid the door open just enough to comfortably fit his arm through the opening. He reached for the silver tap and turned the water on and then to hot. When he was content with the temperature, he opened the door the rest of the way and stepped in letting out a deep sigh, which seemed to relax his shoulders. He let the warm water beat on his face, brushing back his light azure locks to either side of his head. The slicked water danced down his pale form.
As sunlight hit the water, droplets that were on the walls and on the boys pale form sparkled. He swung himself around gracefully and leaned back up against the showerhead's wall and slid down it, hitting the floor with a thud. He looked around at the white tile walls and the floor as he brought up his hands up from either side of him to touch his chest. He placed them back at his sides and watched the water flow down to the drain in the middle of his shower and then disappear.
He looked up to his right at the window and immediately started to squint as the sunlight poured into his eyes. He tilted his head questioningly. He thought he just heard his name. That's silly. It sounded like a young man and only one that actually visited him from time to time was. . . "Satoshi-kun? Are you in here? I had a really strange dream last night and I wanted to talk to you about it, but you didn't show up for school. . .so I left."
Satoshi stood up, opened the shower door and stepped out only to be met by a slender form with big dark red dewy eyes and cherry cola hair which went every direction thought possible. Satoshi stood there, the only thing that hugged his form was some amounts of water, which was now begainning to fall to the floor. Good thing it wasn't cold in his house. He thought to himself as a smirk began to spread across his lips.
His eyes traveled up from the boy's slender calves to his thin waist and to his lean chest. When he reached the boy's face, his smirk got a little bigger. The boy with the big dewy eyes wass now stood transfixed on something Satoshi knew wasn't his face. He cleared his throat and the boy pulled his gaze up to meet the other boys light blue eyes. A rose color brushed over the red head's cheeks as he looked away from the bare boy. "So you wanted to talk to me about a dream, Daisuke-kun?" He smiled and picked up his sheet and draped it around his waist. He took the few steps that parted them. "Heh, heh. I told you those kind of dreams are normal, didn't I?"
Daisuke's blush deepened. "N-no, it wasn't that kind of dream, it was a bad dream. Eh, not saying the other ones are good ones. Well, this one was about Dark and Krad. . ." He trailed off and looked up at Satoshi. There was a flash in the pale blue eyes, but it quickly faded.
"He was torturing him? Well, Drak was troturing Krad." Daisuke looked a little surprised. "Uh nooo.Krad was torturing Dark." Satoshi walked around Diasuke and headed towards his bed. He lied down and reached over for his glasses from his night stand and put them on. For some reason he could never think seriously without them.
Daisuke followed slowly, looking a little worried. "Are you okay, Satoshi-kun?" He stopped right at the side of the bed, looking downat the pale boy. Satoshi's hands were above his head, his fingers tangled in his own hair. His eyes were closed and his face for once looked a little relaxed instead of serious. Daisuke lightly brushed his fingertips across Satoshi's damp chest. Satoshi quickly opened his eyesin shook, looking up at the other boy. "Hand prints. . ."
"What did you say?" Daisuke put down his backpack and began to unbutton his shirt. 'Wow,' Satoshi thought, 'he can read minds, but now? Of all the bloody times I wanted to. . .' His deep thoughts were cut off by Daisuke.
"See" He pointed at his own bare chest. "Do you see anything, Sa-chan?" Satoshi almost smiled at the cute endearment, bu then quickly looked to see what he was talking about. He gazed at Daisuke's chest and a frown began to form on his face and forrowing his eyebrows. "I can't see them," Daisuke said, "but I can see your's." The red headspoke as if this was nothing as he ran his own finger acrossed his chest. Satoshi looked away, the last thing he needed now was a tent.
Satoshi sat up just when Daisuke sat down on the edge of his bed. "So, are you going to stay here all day?" There was a pause. "Acually, yes. Yes, I am. And isn't it a little funny, me ,the protege childhood detective in charge of Tokyo's polic force, didn't come to that conculusion?"
Diasuke laughed a little. "Yeah, I guess so, and what have I told you about using big words? Those are for older people. I want you to be young, innocent, and carefree as much as you can!"
Satoshi's thought process began to kick up again. 'Oh, but I want you to young and innocent as well. Well, when I start off with you.' A smirk began to rest on his features once more, but, yet again, his sweet thoughts were interrupted by Daisuke poking him.
He looked up at Diasuke and mumbled something. "What? The smaller boy said in a innocent tone. "Ohhh, just that youwouldlookgoodbetweenmylegs."
"Wait, say it slower please" Satoshi looked away from Daisuke and sighed.
"Very well, would you like some scrambled eggs?"
"Oh, no thanks, Sa-chan."
"Daisuke, where did you get that name from?
"From my head, where else?"
"Oh." Satoshi chuckled at the boy's remark. "Smartassarewe? MaybeIshouldspankthatass?"
"What, Sa-chan, you're talking really fast today."
"Oh, just that I need to take out the trash." He glanced around the room.
"Oh, okay then. I'll be right here." As soon as Satoshi left the room, a little voice popped up in the back of Diasuke's head. "Dark?" He looked around to see if Satoshi has come back yet.
"Yeah, it's me, stupid ass, and I'll have you know that you ARE a stupid ass. Do you know what the hell he's saying to you?"
"Uh, apparently not?" Daisuke raised an eyebrow. "Well, are you going to tell me or not? And if you are, do it before he gets back."
"Very well then. 'Ohhh, just that youwouldlookkgoodbetweenmylegs' is also known as you would look good between my legs! Oh, mustn't forget the other one." He started laughing at Daisuke's shocked expresion. " 'Smartassarewe? MaybeIshouldskankthatass?' other wise known as, Smart as are we? Maybe I should skank that ass." Dark started to laughing even harder. "Those are some lame pick up lines, ya know? Well, I can't blame the kid, he is a wee little tyke. Maybe I should give him some lessons, I never went after men, though. Might be a little different, aye?"
Daisuke shook his head and frowned. "Shut up, Dark!!!" He yelled just when Satoshi walked through the door.
His sheet riding a little lower than before, the ever present blank expression on his face. "Uh, what?" Daisuke looked over at Satoshi and smiled a coy smile. A little voice popped in the back of Satoshi's head. "Your forgetting something, Sa-chan. Right in that little innocent boy's head rests the biggest womanizer of all time and you go and make an open pass at his like that? I thought I taught you better than that!"
Satoshi looked to the side and said very quietly so just Krad could hear him. "Shut up." Satoshi looked at Daisuke and smiled, he was just going to pretend he didn't know. Simple.
Yay! The end is over and my hands are cold from typing the whole thing. Huh, who would of thought the second half would of been longer than the first. Heh, I hope all who read this enjoyed my first fic. My mind hurts. Nyaan.