And now it's chapter three. Thanks to all who reviewed chapters one and two. This chapter should be a bit more… interesting, to say the least. Poor Daisuke's about to become a little less innocent.
Disclaimer- I'm not Yukiru Sugisaki, and even if Yukiru and all the other people in charge of DNAngel miraculously died in the next few seconds, it probably STILL wouldn't belong to me, 'cause I have no luck… or connections.
Title- Like You've Never Been Hurt
Prequel- The Fear in Your Eyes
Pairing(s) – possible OS Dark/Sato, hints at OS Dai/Sato, and definite OS Krad/Sato
Rating- Mature
Warnings- Mild cussing; Rape references/memories; Yaoi
Dark had remained unusually quiet all the way to Satoshi's apartment, which should've alerted Daisuke to the fact that something was amiss. Normally, even the thought of seeing the commander at school sent Dark into an aggravated rant, but here they were, walking through the apartment complex's halls, and… nothing.
However, the redhead was lost too deep in his own thoughts to realize this lack of normality. After all, he was going to be in an apartment room, with Satoshi, alone…
Get your mind out of the gutter. If Daisuke hadn't been so startled by the phantom's sudden remark, he might have noticed the strange, almost possessive note in the other's voice. However, as it was, Daisuke noticed nothing.
'That's not what I meant!' Daisuke shook his head vigorously for emphasis, his face turning a light scarlet. 'I'm just worried about Krad—'
Whatever, Dark muttered, his tone of voice indicating that the conversation was over. The younger paused in his walking, blinking in confusion. What did Dark have to be so annoyed about? Daisuke frowned; Dark had been acting so strangely lately… and now that he was thinking about it, Daisuke realized the older had been on edge for as long as Satoshi had been absent. What could that mean…?
However, knowing Dark, Daisuke decided not to delve into it just yet. If it really had been serious, he would have found out himself by now, wouldn't he? Although somewhere, deep down, Daisuke felt a growing nervousness, and a sense of foreboding filled him as he started his search again, finally finding Satoshi's apartment number. Shoving back a momentarily powerful urge to put as much distance between the door and himself—where had that come from?—Daisuke shifted the books in his arms and knocked gently.
For a moment, nothing happened—even the hushed sound of a figure getting up or stuffing a book under a bed hurriedly was absent. The redhead frowned, and had raised his hand to knock again when he heard a soft, almost reluctant voice call, "It's unlocked."
Daisuke paused for a moment, surprised at the sudden response, but quickly shook it off—literally—and shifted the bags again before opening the door.
Light instantly flooded into the darkened apartment, spilling onto the soft carpet and plain cream sofa. Daisuke blinked lightly as his eyes adjusted to the dark of the room, and he took an almost hesitant step inside. Looking around the shadowed room, Daisuke felt his stomach lurch. He didn't have to think something was wrong anymore. As he neatly stepped around the soft, white shirt with two slitted holes in the back, Daisuke knew something was wrong.
"Hiw… Hiwatari-kun?" Daisuke asked softly, feeling his stomach lurch as he guided around not only the shirt but several large shards of glass and some dark stains on the floor that made Daisuke suddenly glad the lights were off. He looked up when he heard a small noise from a nearby doorway, the door half-open to expose the corner of a bedroom as dark, if not darker, than the rest of the apartment. The redhead frowned, and walked over to the door, starting to push it open.
"Niwa?" The startled voice cracked slightly, as if from disuse, and Daisuke heard the creak of a bed and a push of sheets. As the phantom's tamer pushed the door away and blinked to adjust his eyes to the light, the commander had apparently just pulled himself out of the many blankets he'd wrapped himself in, pushed them aside, and was now sitting with his legs dangling over the side of the bed. The blue haired teen was watching Daisuke with a surprised look similar to the one Daisuke had—or, so Daisuke assumed; it was hard to tell exactly what emotion shone through on the blue haired one's face in such lighting. Daisuke offered him a weak smile, but Satoshi's tense state didn't lighten.
"Hey, Hiwatari-kun," Daisuke said softly, shifting the books in his arms. Satoshi's eyes darted to the younger boy's hands at the sudden movement, and something in the paranoid gesture made Daisuke uneasy. The redhead looked down and stepped over a few more cluttered items, indistinguishable in the dark, to come closer to his ill classmate. Satoshi leaned away slightly in reflex, but noticeably forced himself to relax, and put his hands out behind him to steady himself on the bed. This made Daisuke frown softly, but what could he do? If Satoshi really was trying to act normal, and he really was sick, then it might be kindest to ignore it, but… Daisuke sighed, and closed the distance between himself and the commander, smiling again as he approached him. "We're all worried about you at school. How're you feeling?"
For a second, Satoshi just watched Daisuke through a controlled expression, already cursing himself for acting so skittish around the other boy. He closed his eyes and sighed, calming himself, putting his mask back in place. It was only Niwa, after all—it wasn't as if… as if he had walked in. In the back of his mind, he heard Krad practically purring in all the excitement, and could clearly envision the blonde 'angel's' smug smirk.
'Satoshi-sama…' Krad started, his words dripping with a sickening sweetness. 'I don't mean to test your faith in your… friend… but, if he is indeed Dark's tamer, would he not know of your fate?' Krad gave a small laugh as Satoshi physically winced, and Krad knew it was not only mention of the phantom's deed that had affected the boy.
'Shut up,' Satoshi said forcefully, but Krad's comment had brought things painfully into perspective. He could still hear Dark's voice in his ear, muttering to him: Besides…Dai-chan doesn't care. Satoshi gave a small shiver despite himself. Had Daisuke been awake, and simply not cared enough to stop it? Satoshi couldn't be sure, but after knowing—or, thinking he knew—Daisuke for this long, he'd have guessed that Daisuke wouldn't come to him in such a friendly manner after his other form's encounter.
"Hiwatari-kun?" the younger asked hesitantly, pulling Satoshi from his thoughts. The commander looked up, startled to see that Daisuke had seated himself at the end of the bed and was watching the other with a look of mixed worry and curiosity. The redhead blinked, and cocked his head gently. "Are you all right?"
Satoshi turned, not able to look Daisuke in the eye after such a thought. "I'm fine," he lied, forcing his voice steady. Forcing his emotions back. Forcing it all inside, balling it into a tangible ache in his chest that he could hold, shape, control. Krad gave an amused sigh deep within the commander, but he ignored it almost habitually.
Daisuke's frown deepened, and he put the books down on Satoshi's bed before turning to his classmate. "Oh… well… I brought you your school books." 'Wow, that was lame,' he thought more to himself than to Dark. He watched as Satoshi responded with only a slight nod, and felt the awkward silence between them. "Um…" Daisuke turned slightly on the edge of the bed, facing the blue haired one.
What are you…? Dark asked in Daisuke's mind suddenly, his voice sounding almost accusatory. Daisuke brushed it off, and watched Satoshi stare into the wall as if in thought before breaking their silence. "Hiwatari-kun, you know… I mean, if you're upset…" God, Daisuke wasn't good at this type of thing. Even as he felt his face burn gently from embarrassment, Daisuke gently reached out and hesitated with his hand above Satoshi's shoulder for a millisecond that lasted an hour. Gently, he gathered his courage and laid his hand on the white fabric covering Satoshi's shoulder just as Satoshi turned his head to look at the other.
Hands grabbing his shoulders.
Pulling him roughly from the wall.
Pushed to the floor.
The moment Daisuke's hand touched his shoulder the images passed through Satoshi's mind, almost as if they'd been waiting in the corner of his vision for a signal. Ice blue eyes widened, and before he could even register the fact that he'd moved Satoshi yanked his shoulder away with enough force to send him falling backwards into the wall with a dull thud. Blinking away the memories and confusion that accompanied them, Satoshi fought away a shiver and looked up to see Daisuke, eyes wide, looking startled. The redhead had instantly pulled his hand away, and was now giving Satoshi a look that suggested he didn't understand what was going on… which he probably didn't, unless Krad was right and Daisuke was a damn talented actor.
"Hiwatari-kun, what…?" Daisuke asked, not being able to finish the question. Needless to say, Daisuke had been caught completely off guard by the commander's violent reaction to his attempt at sympathy. 'What did I do wrong?' Daisuke thought frantically, not sure how to respond to the situation. He felt his heartbeat start to slow back to normal—when had it quickened?—and he tried to figure out as much as he could by Satoshi's expression. As always, this instantly failed. 'Was it something I said?'
Daisuke, just shut up. Dark sounded extremely annoyed now, which snapped Daisuke out of his near hysteria. He blinked gently, getting the spaced out look he normally wore when having a conversation with the thief, trying to process what Dark was now saying. It's got nothing to do with you, for once.
'Dark…what? How do you know, what are you talking about?' Daisuke just couldn't find the connection here, and it was starting to get him even more nervous than Satoshi's reaction had. 'Dark?'
… just… just let me handle this, all right? Dark said roughly, seemingly anxious for reasons Daisuke couldn't comprehend. What the hell was going on? What did Dark have to do with any of this?
However, the only thing that came out in actual mental words was, 'But I can't! I don't have a picture or anything…' Daisuke was rambling now—he hadn't been using a picture of either Harada twin in a while, but instead had his own ways of transforming that he'd hoped Dark hadn't caught on to. However, he didn't seem to have much luck.
Daisuke, I know you haven't been using them, just transform. Dark's voice had a bitterness Daisuke could only compare to the way the phantom normally talked to Krad, and this just served to alarm Daisuke even more. However, not quite sure he could hold his curse back much longer, Daisuke closed his eyes and tried to think of something—anything—romantic at all.
Had he been thinking clearly, Daisuke probably would've realized that letting Dark out was not the wisest idea he'd ever had. However, he soon felt the familiar burning sensation fill him from head to toe, and only barely registered the creaking noise that meant Satoshi had clambered off the bed, but soon violet eyes opened, and Daisuke looked through them to see that now his best friend stood upright, one hand on the wall to steady himself, crystal eyes wide.
Completely in control now, Dark brushed some loose hair out of his eyes, and smirked gently at the younger boy. Completely ignoring the prodding questions Daisuke was directing at him, Dark took a sure step closer to the other boy, his eyes never leaving Satoshi. "'Afternoon, Commander," Dark said softly, holding back a feeling almost like excitement to keep a cool demeanour. "It's been a while… four days, I believe? Pretty long time to go without a commander."
"Not long enough," Satoshi muttered bitterly, turning away from the thief but at the same time watching his eyes, his nervous fear only just showing through. This caused Dark to give a small laugh, and he relieved the feeling he had that night; the overwhelming feeling of attraction. However, this time it was much harder to concentrate.
Dark, what's going on? Daisuke said frantically, trying to put together the pieces without missing the scene before him. While it had been apparent that Satoshi hated Dark and dedicated his entire life to the thief's capture, Daisuke had never before gotten the impression that Dark had such an effect on the boy. So, obviously, his opinion had changed rather recently, most likely the night Daisuke was asleep… but what could Dark do in one night to instill that much unease?
Completely disregarding both Satoshi's comeback and Daisuke's whining, Dark cocked his head gently, and walked forward firmly, causing the younger boy to back up instinctively as he'd done at the museum. Unfortunately, Satoshi didn't catch this mistake until he had again been stuck between a wall and the kaitou, which Dark immediately took advantage of. Putting a hand on the wall at either side of the commander, Dark leaned in to where Satoshi could feel the older boy's breath on his face, and Satoshi shivered, feeling panic rise within him. He looked up at Dark, who smirked, violet eyes narrowed almost mockingly.
"Hikari, Hikari… couldn't you be a bit more polite to your guest?" Dark didn't give Satoshi a chance at a comeback before he took one hand from the wall, brought it to Satoshi's cheek, and held the commander's face in place as he leaned in to kiss him, much more gently than he had at the museum yet firmly.
DARK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Daisuke now felt as if his entire being had just boiled and melted. What the hell had he missed? He screamed at the thief again, but without control of the body Daisuke was helpless, only able to watch the scene through Dark's eye with growing disgust and disbelief. Dark winced gently, but otherwise ignored his tamer, focusing instead on the boy in front of him.
Satoshi's eyes had widened at the sudden contact, though he honestly couldn't say he didn't expect such a move from the phantom thief. Satoshi tried this time to grab at Dark's wrists, but the older boy beat him to it, taking Satoshi's wrist in his hand and letting go of his face to take the other. Satoshi tried desperately to break the kiss by turning his head, but Dark bit at his lower lip painfully, instead causing Satoshi to take a sharp intake of breath. Ignoring the painful ache at his temples that meant Daisuke was still freaking out, Dark forced his tongue into the commander's mouth, again being sure not to use the force he had at the museum.
Daisuke was in a complete state of shock, and everything seemed to be becoming so much more surreal as he watched. The redhead tried to get these images out of his head, but it didn't help that he could feel as Dark did, to the extent where it felt as though Daisuke himself was the one pinning Satoshi to the wall, ignoring his incessant struggling. Dark… Daisuke tried again, wishing he could make Dark let go, cry, do something to show his disgust at the scene. That's it, Daisuke thought to himself frantically, and tried his hardest to push through the barrier, regain control of his body. He'd never tried this before, had never had a reason to, but he'd seen Satoshi shine through in Krad before…
Dark gave a small hiss, and let go of the commander, taking a step back. "Daisuke…" he muttered under his breath, feeling dizzy as Daisuke pushed through the barriers, and the phantom felt himself being forced back inside. Daisuke-Dark took another step back, and with one final mental push, Daisuke felt himself regain control. He opened his crimson eyes, and instantly looked up, meeting the gaze of his frightened classmate. Daisuke blinked—he had never seen Satoshi look scared before, even for a moment, and to see him looking—at Daisuke, even—with such a look…
Shaking his head, Daisuke took a step backward, and paused before turning and running from the room. He didn't look back once, didn't close the door to the apartment; he just ran. Disregarding anything the phantom could be saying, not quite knowing if he was ignoring him or if Dark was quiet, Daisuke knew he couldn't stop until he got home.
Satoshi, trembling slightly, allowed his knees to give way right there, falling into a kneeling position and looking down. Tears gently filled his icy eyes, and he didn't bother trying to hide them.
Well, as I said, Daisuke's now lost his innocence for a while. Anyway, please read and review! Next chapter will be heated…
Anyway, love you all.
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