Disclaimer: I dont own DNANGEL, got it memorized? ... ... -squeals-
Authors note: Wow... so this is already longer then I originally anticipated... I want to apologize if you didnt get a reply, for some reason it wants very happy with me. what ever. Not much 'action' in this chapter but I hope you lurve it all the same. Slightest little Takeshi x Satoshi going on here... can that be done? ... anyway, I finally decided how I'm going to end it, there's some foreshadowing in here but its not the obvious stuff... Theres a mention of Risa and Riku (no, not the cool one...) but not much because I kind of dont like them so NAH!
sorry its so late.
Chapter 3
Daisuke sat up in bed, looking around franticly. Every thing was at it should be, the night stand closest to him was messy with pictures and old water glasses and scripts of paper Daisuke's written on. He looked across at the night stand far away from him, neat and tidy only one glass of water half full with condensation still on the out side.
He ran his fingers over the thick cover he was under then over the black picture frame of an inappropriate picture he just had to get blown up into an 8x10. Just the way it should be.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed careful not to disturb the body occupying the other side of the bed. He circled the bed and left the bedroom, taking carefully quiet steps down the hallway. The only sound was the flannel of his pants as they dragged thanks to his very short legs and the fact that they where really borrowed from a lover.
He started walking down the stairs to the bottom floor of the apartment; he smiled at the obvious differences between where he sat and where the other sat. He walked back upstairs to the bedroom he took a moment to inspect the pictures on the dresser. One of his mother, one of his other, on of his lover on some beach looking about as relaxed as he can in public dress shirt untucked, one of himself on the same or similar beach, cotton pants hiked up to his knees water sounding his partially buried feet quite proudly holding up shells. The last one…
His eyes moved away, towards the deck, he slowly walked over to it. Out side was less then calm, so naturally he wanted to go out. The door latch slipped open letting Daisuke outside into the rain. It stung his bear boyish chest but it was somewhat refreshing.
He closed his eyes.
Just the way it should be.
"Dai-chan?" The voice was warm but mysterious, "What are you doing?"
"I…" He turned around to view his perfection but instead Krad stood there, in the doorway leading to the porch of a crappie apartment, which held no pictures that showed any love or proof that humans where even capable of such things.
"Why are you out here?" Krad demanded walking over to the blond with an angered jagged step unlike the liquid grace he usually possess.
"I… I don't know…I must have…" He was cut off by a harsh slap across the face, Daisuke cried out. Rarely did Krad hit or slap his face, in fact he struggled to remember a time when he had. The red head grabbed his cheek and cringed away from the taller male.
"Its raining you shit head!" Krad screamed and, for lack of a collar, grabbed Daisuke by the hair on the back of his neck dragging him back inside where he threw him down on the bed. Daisuke just froze there not moving while Krad closed the door and shut the curtains. Turning to stare at him, "From now on you go no where with out my permission, understand?" Daisuke franticly nodded, a cold heavy feeling starting in his stomach.
"Good." Krad grabbed the leather collar off his nightstand placing it around Daisuke's neck closing it with the lock, which also connected the least. He forcefully led Daisuke down the hall into the room where he slept when being punished (which seemed to be most of the time.) He hooked the least into a lock on the wall forcing Daisuke to sleep on the floor naked.
"This is life," He muttered not even bothering to struggle with the restrains, "This isnt my night mare..."
"You know I hate you right?" Satoshi asked looking around questionably.
"Yeah yeah, but you need my help and since your such a good friend…" Takeshi laughed and continued leading Satoshi into the 'store'.
"What are you looking for?" The owner asked lounging behind a counter.
"He wants a pet." Takeshi answered pushing Satoshi forward a bit.
"Uh, yeah. I want one that's young and beautiful. But not for me! I'm… doesn't matter I guess." Satoshi shook his head.
"Well, we only have two up right now, and they come as a set." The person shrugged, "Their twins and-"
"Male or Female?" Satoshi asked only briefly looking over at Takeshi as he shamelessly flirted with one of the girls.
"Female."
"I need male."
"Then your out of luck."
"Damn." Satoshi grunted then turned to leave.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm sure theres some one out there." Takeshi shrugged.
"I need to get him out of there." Satoshi muttered ignoring Takeshi, "At this rate there's no telling what that monster might do to him next… He needs me."
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Takeshi gasped stopping Satoshi in his tracks, "Look, he's just some dumb pet! Forget about him." He paused, "There are other people out there that aren't little owned thief's who could be better companions. Like m-"
"He needs me." Was the only thing Satoshi said before walking by him, Takeshi just shook his head and left the stubborn blunette to what ever thing he was doing.
He needed the red head, and he didn't even know why. He needed to save him but not because he was a charity case he needed to know he was safe.
And thats when the idea hit him...