Just 20 Centimeters Away
Chapter Two: Specious
Warning: Contents contain yaoi(boyxboy) aka shounen-ai, cursing, drama, and romance. If you don't like yaoi, then leave before reading another sentence! You have been warned...
Summary: -DarkxDai, SatoxKrad- A "first day of school" ends with drunken students passed out on the floor, an teacher who just doesn't stop screaming, and a new perverted student who won't leave Daisuke alone. But trouble seemed to love Daisuke, as it follows him home.
Disclaimer: If I owned D.N. Angel, I wouldn't need to write fanfics. Therefore, I own absolutely nothing.
Azumano was a surprising town. The clean, brick streets and fountains of clear, dazzling blue gave the impression of a clean and simple environment where any child could happily spend his or her early years smiling with a naïve innocence. But then again, to someone who had moved five times in the past three years of his life, it seemed like any other city.
Though Azumano itself wasn't as interesting as other places Dark had lived in, it did have something he never had experienced before.
Daisuke Niwa.
A small genuine smile formed on Dark's face.
True. The only reason he had messed with the kid was because of that insult by the azure-haired kid, but Daisuke had been so interesting from the second they had met. Red, flaming hair that danced with the wind's silent song. A small frame seemingly built entirely out of muscle, yet so fragile at the same time. A face which radiated bubbles and happiness from the essence of his soul. And those eyes..
Never before had he met an individual whose crimson eyes sparkled with such clarity. Even now as they widened with surprise, Dark admired the clear reflection of himself he saw within them.
"N-nane?? Dark?!"
Daisuke gasped, a hard lump forming in his throat as he recalled the school day. Surely this was all a mistake? Lost in his thoughts, he managed to ignore his mother's fuss over the fruitcake that now lay in a broken heap on the floor. Instead, his concentration seemed to center around the grinning teen that waved happily at him.
Oh god. No! This is all just a little joke, pleaded Daisuke in his mind.
A Dark look-alike image decided to pop in and countered, hell yeahh! It's meee Dai-chan!!
A sharp burst of pain of Daisuke's head brought him back to reality. He winced in pain as his mother started whacking him with her unusually heavy purse.
WHACK.
"OW!" he shouted, recoiling in pain. Dark sniggered behind a hand.
WHACK.
Daisuke, shielding his poor aching head with his arms, shouted again, "Oka-san!!"
WHACK.
Midnight tresses flew in the air as Dark rolled around the floor, laughing his ass off.
WHACK.
A large red mark obscured Daisuke's once cream-colored arms.
WHACK.
Daisuke, fed up with his mom's crazy rampage, quickly pointed at Dark and shouted, "HOT BOY IN THE ROOM!"
Emiko dropped her purse. She looked at Dark, squealed in a way too high pitched voice and hugged him. Dark was no longer laughing. Instead, he glared at the redhead who gave a un-Daisuke like smirk. In fact, the smirk looked a bit too familiar..
Emiko freed Dark from her mega-ultra, hyper glomp and beamed, showing no recollection of the furious attack on her poor son just seconds ago.
Daisuke was about to leave when he heard another shriek of joy that sounded very much like his mother's. A loud pounding echoed from the hallway as a female voice screamed, "OPEN THE DOOR! I KNOW THERE ARE CUTE MALES IN HERE!!"
Recognition flared Daisuke's senses before fear entered his eyes.
"Run Dark, run!" he mouthed hurriedly, trying frantically to hold the door shut. Dark quirked an eyebrow in surprise that the young boy would try to warn him… of an impending doom?
Before he could move, a frightening kick knocked down the door with so much power, Daisuke felt himself fly ungracefully through the air, and into the wall of the next room.
"Kya!!"
Dark found himself once again, being hugged by some strange woman. After another minute, the lady let go of Dark and attacked Daisuke instead.
"Ano….. To…wa….Chan.. Please! You already hugged me ten minutes ago!" pleaded the suffocating redhead.
Towa merely smiled. "But you're soo adorable!"
Daisuke groaned before proceeding to pull her off.
--
Ten minutes later found Towa and Emiko sitting next to each other, while Daisuke was forced to sit next to Dark due to there being only two couches.
"Dark-kun, is it?"
The teen nodded, wondering how old she was. Though her face was that of a twenty year old, the silver hair seemed to say otherwise.
"Ahh. Sorry!! I'm so sorry about that, but I just can't STAND not seeing two ultra-cute boys!" Towa gushed, words spewing from her like agitated bees from a hive.
Dark smiled mildly. This was a very interesting day so far. He looked over to the frowning redhead who was busy trying to ignore him.
"It's okay, Towa-san. I'm use to it."
"Oh, so POLITE! Please, don't add any formalities! Chan is okay though. I feel like such an old lady when you call me san. After all, I AM only thirty-seven!"
As Emiko and Towa began chatting excitedly about their high school years, Dark took advantage of the lack of attention. Daisuke felt a rustle of clothing over fabric before noticing there was something brushing his backside. To be more precise, Dark was groping his butt.
"GYAH!" he screamed as a deep blush spread over his entire face. He quickly stood up, both hands grasped protectively over his gluteus maximus .
"Eh Daisuke-kun? What's the matter?" Dark asked innocently, amethyst eyes staring straight into garnet ones.
Towa and Emiko looked their way and simultaneously asked, "Daisuke? Is something wrong dear?"
The redhead grumbled an almost inaudible "No," before taking a deep breath before sitting down. Only this time, he scooted as far away from the pervert as possible.
"Daisuke, I was talking to Dark about you just a few minutes before you got here."
"A-ano. What were you exactly talking about me?" Daisuke dared to ask, trying to hold back the gulping sound that wanted to leap from his throat.
Emiko smiled sweetly, "Just about how you love art so much and that you're such a sweet little angel!"
Daisuke pouted, "Oka-san!"
Then she told Dark, "Dai-chan's such a nice boy! He always listens to me and never gets into fights. I've never even heard him swear either!"
Dark choked violently as he held back a laugh,"I beg to diff-OWWWW!"
He gingerly rubbed the arm that happened to lay the closet to Daisuke's fist. He glared at the redhead who was innocently whistling.
"So… Dark, why aren't your parents here?" asked Emiko.
Somehow, the Niwas and Towa had missed the shadow that darkened the youth's face.
"My parents are archeologists, so they travel the world a lot," he answered dryly.
Towa gasped, "Oh my! Could they be the famous Mr. and Mrs. Mousy??"
Dark nodded, wincing as another high squeak was emitted from the brunette.
"I just LOVE them! Their presentation and discoveries are so incredible and they always dress in such fashionable clothes! Did I mention Daisuke's dad is also an archeologist?"
Dark glanced in surprise at Daisuke who frowned indifferently and showed immense interest in his fingernails.
"Yes, my husband is Kosuke Niwa!" exclaimed Emiko excitedly. "He's not nearly as handsome as you, but I love him just the same. It's a poor shame that he only comes home once every six months for three days."
"Well, not every six months," blabbed Towa, barely thinking about her words. "There was that one time when Daisuke was seven and he fle-"
"Towa!" interrupted Emiko sharply.
Towa quickly covered her mouth with both hands, shocked at what she had revealed. Mauve eyes shifted to the side, only to meet what looked like a ghost.
Daisuke had paled considerably. His normally bright ruby eyes that shone with an undying light were now dull and void of life. An expression of pain and fear that covered the boy's face wretched Dark's heart. A fist trembled as the redhead tried to get his emotions under control.
"I-I h-have t-to go.."
Dark was stunned. As Daisuke left, he could've sworn he saw a solitary tear run down his cheek.
Amethyst eyes narrowed at the two women who were equally mortified.
--
Daisuke ran outside and into the cold, crisp air. He furiously brushed away the tear that had slid half-way down his cheek.
Great. Of all the damned people in the world, he had to be stuck with that stupid pervert as a neighbor. Even worse, his mom and Towa decided to have a little 'Make-Daisuke-Relive-Bad-Memories' chat and gave away the secret.
Suddenly, Daisuke felt his knees wobble slightly. He looked at the sky and saw the sun started to set; it's orange, yellow rays filling the sky. A familiar sensation burst through his body, causing his left arm to throb painfully. He made his way home, making sure to crush a garden gnome that lay on Dark's side of the lawn.
Back in the house, the said redhead carefully closed every window and its blinds before clambering up the stairs. Daichi glared solemnly at Emiko and Towa who hung their heads in shame.
"I'm sorry. It just… slipped out," Towa uttered, looking far from her usual optimistic self.
Emiko shook her head regretfully, "It's okay. He still hasn't recovered from that night seven years ago.."
The gloomy atmosphere filled the house; an unnatural shadow over the window went unnoticed.
--
"Daisuke!! Half an hour until school starts!!"
"….."
"Daisuke?"
"……"
"DAISUKE. IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE NOW, I'M GOING TO SHOW TAKESHI-KUN YOUR DRESS PICTURES!"
"……!!"
A loud thumping noise, followed by a muffled groan didn't phase Emiko at all. Rather, the middle-aged mother had expected it and knowledgeably placed a few pillows around the bedroom floor while Daisuke had been fast asleep.
A blur of red and black flew down the stairs with impossible speed which would've astounded any bystanders, had there been anyone looking.
"Daisuke, i-"
"Gonna be late! Bye!"
Emiko stared at the after-wind created by her son's insane speed and turned sharply at the sound of a slight chuckle.
Daichii gave his daughter an indignant glare.
"What? He is your son after all."
--
Daisuke never wanted to murder his mother more in his entire life. When he had rushed down in the morning, she had neglected to tell him he was actually an hour early rather than late. If that wasn't bad enough, he had worn his pants inside out. In fact, he hadn't realized it until he got in the train.
He had promptly turned an impossily dark red color when a young ten-year-old girl next to him had whispered quite loudly to her mother, "Ne! Ma! The redhaired onii-chan's got some funny pants. Can I have one too?"
The girl's mother had taken one glance at him before gasping, and shielded her daughter's wide blue eyes. She kept staring hungrily at Daisuke who feebly attempted to shield his lower body with a miniature backpack and almost missed her stop, had the little girl not bitten the woman's fingers.
But that wasn't what had put the redhead in a foul mood. After getting out of the train, he sprinted to the nearest bathroom and put his pants back on properly. Unfortunately he had been in such a rush, he accidently entered the girl's restroom which had been full but no one screamed. Rather, the girls had stared at Daisuke, never taking their eyes off of him.
The desk wobbled as it tried to withstand the pressure of Daisuke's kick. He glared the reflection in the window, wanting to strangle himself.
It wasn't his fault the he looked like a girl. (And a lot prettier than most!! xD) He unconsciously rubbed his red hair and attempted to flatten it without much success. The naturally spiky cherry-colored hair was just too noticeable and his eyes were twice the size of normal ones. Taking these facts into consideration, most people thought he was a girl.
"Stupid mom and maid. Making me cross-dress for their crazy yaoi-obsessed fetishes," he muttered angrily, kicking all the chairs and tables on the way to his desk.
As Daisuke sat down, he noticed a thick brown paper sticking out of the crevasse in his desk. Intrigued, a tender arm reached into the hole and pulled out a neatly wrapped package.
The boy stared at the rectangular box, trying to figure out what it was. After a few minutes, he gave up and succumbed to curiosity.
For about thirty seconds, loud tearing sounds could be heard as Daisuke quickly unwrapped the parcel, only to suck in his breath sharply.
"Waaa!"
A new sketchbook lay amidst the scraps of torn wrapping. The cover was made black unscarred leather, guaranteed to last for decades, and garnished with faint decorative strawberries. The high-quality paper was a rich, creamy color and from the texture, Daisuke knew it wouldn't smudge no matter what.
Daisuke slowly exhaled, trying to stay calm. He knew only the best artists used and could afford this expensive brand.
"This is.. uhhm probably someone else's!" he exclaimed, trying to not get too many fingerprints on the book. Using the brown paper, he picked it up and waved it in the air, as if to assure himself that it was real.
Suddenly, a small white envelope tumbled out of the sketchbook and landed gently on the desk.
Daisuke stared, not knowing what to do.
As if on cue, the wind decided to jump in through the open window and flipped the envelope onto it's back, revealing three words messily scrawled in a scarlet color that matched his eyes and hair.
For Daisuke Niwa
So, he opened it. Written in the same beautiful hue of red was a message.
To a gifted artist. Open the book, and unfold your destiny.
Well, that wasn't vague. Nope. Not at all.
Still, the redhead didn't really mind getting complimented and a free expensive present from an anonymous admirer, though it was kind of scary how whoever it was managed to locate his desk...
On second thought, make that really scary.
He shrugged off the feelings and set out to re-sketch the drawing Dark had ruined, not unaware of the figure that had slipped silently into the seat next to him.
--
Satoshi Hiwatari always hated mornings for a good number of reason. The sun was too bright, people had too much energy, and he liked sleeping in. Girls always seemed to gawk at him and gave him those annoying pink letters. It was the same stupid routine over and over again, and he really didn't like being trapped in a meaningless cycle. Everything was boring and stupid. Except Daisuke.
Satoshi always thought that Daisuke was an interesting sort of person. Despite the over-kind nature which was often abused by Takeshi and the Harada's, he had a rare talent of making anything seem better. While Daisuke was bubbly and smiled all the time, he was more anti-social and preferred to be alone.
The two had been friends since elementary school. Which was why he wasn't surprised to find the redhead busy drawing. However, he did raise a eyebrown questionably at the sketchbook.
Who knew that a boy who found pleasure in simple things like cute stuffed animals would have such expensive taste?
Satoshi gave a wry grin and sat next to his friend. Or.. at least he tried to.
"What the hell are you doing in my seat?" he growled.
Dark turned to give an impish smirk at the azure-haired boy.
"I don't see your name on it!" he sang annoyingly, violet eyes twinkling mischievously. Dark's words seemed to vibrate in Satoshi's ear, giving him a headache.
The glasses flashed dangerously as Satoshi edged closer, giving a twisted smile of his own. Dark, sensing the aura of murderous intent, instantly jumped off the chair and backed up a few feet.
"GOD!" he shouted, unnerved by the crazed look of evil in Satoshi's eyes. "That was…. that was….."
He paused, racking his brain for the special word.
"THAT WAS CREEPY!"
Dumbfounded, Satoshi stared at Dark who grinned back at him earnestly.
"I am not creepy," he said through gritted teeth.
Dark smiled. Looks like he had finally hit a crack in the impassive boy's walls.
"Creepy boy. Stop being so damn creepy and take your creepy little ass back to where it came from."
"What the hell?"
"Creepy boy, creepy boy. Creepy, creepy creeeeeepy!"
"I'M NOT CREEPY YOU FUCKING WOMANIZER!"
"Hey everyone! Creepy boy knows how to swear!"
"….I refuse to play this childish game with you."
"Mr. Mousy and Hiwatari. Sorry to interrupt your little conversation, but we ARE in the middle of a lesson," interrupted Ms. Ginko.
Satoshi turned to find the whole class had been watching him and Dark argue the entire time. He gave one last withering glare at Dark before grudgingly sitting behind the redhead who had miraculously managed to once again, ignore the argument.
--
The entire time in class, Satoshi kept a sharp eye on Dark just in case he might try to do something to Daisuke. But for some reason, all the teen had done was fiddle with something in his pocket and watch the redhead draw.
I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts.
The class stared as Dark flipped open his cell phone and answered, "Hey."
"YOU DUMBASS! DARK! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW! You're THREE FUCKING HOURS LATE FOR OUR MEETING! I-"
The cell phone now lay on the floor, a male voice voicing its anger in very err.. creative ways. Dark chuckled uncertainly before springing to his feet and announcing to the teacher, "You heard the woman-"
"MAN!" screamed the little voice from the cell phone.
"I'm a little late for an appointment." He gave the infamous playboy smile and left without another word, leaving all the girls (especially the teacher) and quite a few guys moaning in lust and agony.
Only Satoshi noticed that on his way out, Dark had dropped whatever he had been playing with in his pocket by his desk. He reached over and plucked it off the floor before anyone else could, and examined it with interest.
Hmmm, he thought, pocketing the pen. What an interesting shade of red.
Mayu: AHHHH! Sorry, for the super late update.. I know I usually update within like a week, but I have a ton of homework. To make it up to you.. I give you free chocolate! Don't worry. I had them all test-poisoned by my little brother.
I am sooo sorry that there's not enough funny in this chapter. B U T. As you all know, something must develope between Dark and Daisuke! A story can't have be just lemons and sex you know!
Dark: -AHEM- Actually...
Daisuke: Don't EVEN go there. Mayu hurry up and get on with your message.
Mayu: Yessir!
Oh my! The drama! I did warn you all in the warning section! Something that happened seven years ago? I wonder what that might be! Haha...ha. I thank all my reviewers!
Will you review and spur on my guilt so that I may write the next chapter even faster than before? I promise more yaoi-liciousness( thats not even a word..) in the next chapter!