Disclaimer: I don't own a thing of DNAngel- DNAngel and all it's characters/plot belong to Yukiru Sugisaki . (who I wish I was-the series is absolutely awesome! ) If I did own it, it wouldn't be as popular as it is now, and it would be very, very twisted...-winces- the plot however is mine and so therefore I own it-at least.

Warnings: Yaoi (boyxboy love, mano a mano, all that. If this type of content disturbs you then please hit the back button now. Otherwise…-grins evilly-), some angstness…disturbingly homicidal/insane Krad (like he's been anything but)

Everything I Crave Revolves Around You

Obsession 3: Deep-rooted Tensions and Backtalk

"Yes…Yes, mom…Yes-waaa?? No, no, no, no no, I'm fine!!" A voice insisted over the phone, thin fingers wrapped around the receiver. "No, I didn't catch a cold and yes I know how much I hate the snow. But eh, I mean anyone can change their minds about something-NO, I just said I'm not coming down with anything…!" Crimson eyes rolled again-for what seemed to be like the millionth time. Whenever Daisuke Niwa ever called his mother Emiko Niwa from anyone's house (which had almost hardly been never) she always managed to ask the really embarrassing questions…(or just plan did not understand half of what he was saying.)

"Oh well honey…" She chirped in distress. "I'm just concerned because you seem so laid back-are you using someone's cell phone to call me? I know I'm always sleeping in and I'm really very sorry, I just hope I haven't gotten you in trouble with your teacher-"

Dark was a habitual eavesdropper and he was relatively good at it. Besides, with all the phones in the house with the volumes cranked to max it wouldn't be too hard from his perch on the couch to hear anything…and the way Daisuke was shifting from side to side and how he kept throwing embarrassed glances at him he found a tiny ray of hopeful revenge. This was going to be sweet payback for his mom telling The Story and he just knew it…if those indications were enough, that is, of overhearing anything embarrassing.

"Uhh, no, no, I'm not really that much in trouble…" Daisuke stammered. Wow he really seems to be in a fix with his mom…Dark marveled privately. And she's not even roasting him with the proverbial 'embarrassment central'. "I just…had to get a ride form a…friend of mine-"

"Ohhh? I do hope you haven't gotten in trouble…so it must have been Krad?" Daisuke flinched visibly and so did Dark-but Daisuke's back had been firmly turned to Dark so he never caught the movement. For someone on a cordless phone he sure doesn't move around a lot…the older teen noted. Apparently she didn't understand that awkward pause when he said "friend of mine…" Daisuke knew she hadn't either.

"Uh…no, just another one of mine-"

"Oh really?" She seemed rather relived, happy, but Daisuke caught onto a snag in her voice that wasn't overtly pleased. Oh no…

"Er, y-yeah!" Curse that stutter-he really needed to get rid of it. He only stuttered when he did or was doing something wrong-or at least when he got the feeling it was something wrong. "I mean, it's not like he hurt me or anything!" Daisuke rushed on, staying rooted to one spot in a mess of nerves. "He was actually really, really nice to me especially on the trip…" Oh I'm pretty sure I was, wasn't I Dai-chan…? Dark snickered inwardly, both finding it amusing and only a half truth. It seemed that the red head was conveniently blotting out the rather not nice things-but he supposed it was for a good cause. "And well, we've known each other for a while but, er, w-we've never really talked until the trip 'cause I've always been hanging out with…Krad…" Yeah, because you refused to talk to me and Krad was your haven away from me, Dark amended snidely.

"Hmm." His mom didn't seemed convinced-in fact she sounded slightly suspicious. "So who is this 'he?'"

He completely ignored the question and barreled on with what was clearly, to Dark, a loosing cause.

"Really mom, he's nice! You're starting to sound a bit…off…look, we've been in practically the same classes," Though you didn't enjoy that particular fact… "We've worked on projects together…" At your high reluctance and to top that, at a place that wasn't even my house to begin with-I borrowed the keys from a friend of mine…"And we were roomed together for the trip!" Which you probably labeled 'your private hell' and the things that happened there you wouldn't even dare tell her…Daisuke sighed. "He's saved my life at least twice…"Okay well that's a bit more true-you could have froze to death the first one and the second could have rooted away in a musty old house with goodness knows what else was in there… After this Daisuke glanced back as Dark and threw him a small smile before turning away. "We may have had our disagreements…" No, okay that is the biggest understatement of all time-I am not even going to comment or rant about that one. "…but really, if you get past his rather 'self-glorified' attitude…" Darn straight I-hey wait a minute, self glorified?? That's not cool!! "He's really a wonderful, selfless person." Okay, even that small praise isn't fitting for me, Dai-chan and you know it…I've been a real bastard all my life…

"Then why haven't I met him, if he's so wonderful, as you've been preaching at me for the past few minutes?" The blunt, straight-to–the-point fact nailed Daisuke into a stoned silence. Dark shifted slightly on the couch-she had a very, very good point there…not as clueless as we'd love to think…she's really got you there…

"Because…" Daisuke mumbled, tugging nervously at the hem of his shirt. He was frantically wracking his brain for an excuse. There was no mistaking it now-there was that tone in her voice that was really suspicious. "Because, uh-he doesn't get along so well with Krad!"

Dark sat up at this, eyes slightly flaring. Using me and Krad as almost scapegoats…the hell?? Damn right I don't get along with Krad! Ha! ' Don't get along' is a gross understatement… Daisuke looked over his shoulder again and gave him a very apologetic look before turning his back again.

"He doesn't get along with Krad…" His mom muttered slowly and Daisuke knew right then that he had made a big mistake. He had only just remembered how influential Krad was on her and him, he remembered regretfully. And anything Krad was staunchly against, so too did his mom take after. Krad…hadn't he mentioned something about Dark to her though, that night that he went to the party…?

I don't even want or need to dwell on that right now…Daisuke quickly cut off the train of thought. Though if he had he would have remembered something very important that would have ruined everything…and Dark was relived beyond belief as he sensed Daisuke's mind wander off to the subject at hand. Thank god…back in safe waters…Dark sat back, feeling slightly relaxed now. The red head's mom could throw the cruelest insults in Dark's face and it wouldn't have bothered him. As long as he never finds out…

Daisuke was thinking radically different thoughts. Wait, she has no idea about Dark really though…at least I don't think so…she hasn't even seen him before so…

"Hmm, so then…wait a minute you didn't answer my question-who's this friend of yours you've never told me about?" There was a pregnant pause-Daisuke knew to keep quite sensing that his mom was going to say more. "You…never seemed to have any other friends and don't think I haven't noticed you sometimes running home crying, bruised, broken in some way…" Oh shit, oh, shit, oh shit….Daisuke clenched at the hem of his shirt as Dark jerked up again from his slight lazy stupor, guilt ridden eyes on Daisuke's trembling back. Dark was thinking along the exact same lines.

"I have other friends too, Mom!" he burst out, the force in his voice taking both boys and mother by surprise. Daisuke clamped a hand she couldn't see over his mouth. 'It's…it's just I don't necessarily bring them over or anything…they're busy with other things too….like extra-curricular activities with school…" Nice save, Dai-chan…hopefully she'll take the bait…Dark commended. That wasn't exactly a lie either-he did have practices after school frequently and it really did leave him very little time for anything else unless he chose to make time for it.

"Oh really now? Would those extra curricular activities include, of, I don't know, hosting parties that have spiked drinks perhaps? Or maybe something equally illegal?" Daisuke froze, nearly dropping the phone. How…? What…did she just say.?? Dark had jolted off of the sofa, fists clenched. Who…who would have said…??

Something in Daisuke snapped and he began shouting into the phone, not even realizing what he was saying-

"I don't know what the heck you're talking about, but you were supposed to pick me up, not leave me stranded and having to get a ride from someone else!!! I almost did get in trouble with my teacher for pete's sake!! At least I did get one so you shouldn't be acting this way!! But that's beside the point!" Slightly wide eyed, Dark tried to making frantic motions to calm Daisuke down, but he was having none of it even though he was half looking at him anyways form the corner of his eye. "You don't know him, not like I do!! Dark would never-!"

Dark groaned audibly and sank back into the sofa. Daisuke froze.

Big mistake #2

Oh. Shit.

Daisuke stared at the phone. What did I just do…?

There was a ringing silence. Then-

"So that's his name then? Dark?" Daisuke winced at the suddenly frigid, ice cold tone in her voice. Dark himself went a bit stiff. There was more than coldness-there was loathing. "Oh don't worry then I know exactly were to pick you up." She threw the last parting shot bitterly in her son's ear before the line went dead.

Daisuke pulled the phone away from his ear slowly, staring at it in blind fascination. There wasn't…she didn't just…she never…

Strong arms wrapped loosely around his waist from behind and pulled him flush against a taut body. A thin hand pried the phone form Daisuke's failing grip and the red head began to shuddered from oncoming sobs. He couldn't cry…wait, why was he even crying anyways? There was nothing to cry about….was there? The arms around him tightened reassuringly.

"Dai…Daisuke…?" Dark whispered. With a shuddering, dry gasp, he began to sob from the enormity, the unfairness of it all. It's not fair…how could she treat him like that…? How did she even…how could she even have hinted at that….?? "Shhh, shhh…Dai-chan…" the older male gently guided the red head to the sofa and made him sit. The poor ruby eyed teen was still so shell shocked apparently that he allowed himself to be steered and pushed down gently onto the squishy material "Stay here…I'll be right back."

"W-what…?" Daisuke gulped pathetically and as Dark was getting up, he grabbed his shirt and clung to him. "No!...please, don't go…" Don't just leave me here even for a moment…

Dark smiled gently, extracting Daisuke's hand from its death grip.

"Relax, Dai-chan..I'm only putting the phone back…it's not even in a different room…" And so saying, he backed up and turned, placing the phone down on its receiver just a few feet away, then returning to the shaking red head. "See…?" His smile faded to be replaced with a look of concern. "Daisuke…what was that all about?"

"I-I don't k-know!!" His sobs had choked up his voice again. "She…we never fight, not like that…" It's never happened before… Dark sat down and with an uncharacteristic display of concern, he wrapped Daisuke in yet another embrace. His sobs subsiding a bit, he buried his face into Dark's shirt. The conversation played itself over and over in his head-since when did his mom act like that? "I just don't know what's going on anymore-"

"I'm sure things will be fine when you get home…" Dark automatically replied. He hated sounding like one of those people who gave advice that never helped but having all that useless advice drilled into him by his mother, well, it tended to come out on autopilot. "You see to have a great relationship with your mom-try and talk things out…maybe you'll understand what's going on." Yeah right, Dark, what are you sounding like? One of those therapists for the mentally abused…? Daisuke didn't looked so convinced either but he merely nodded.

Suddenly a maid came in with a neutral look and coughed faintly. Blushing Daisuke pulled away form Dark's embrace and hastily wiped his tears away. The older teen looked slightly annoyed by the disruption but he took it with grace. He turned to the woman and nodded briefly.

"Sir, there is a woman outside to pick up a Daisuke Niwa…?" The woman made a face. "She said she was his mother…and made something of a scene…I suggest you remove her before Mistress Mousey finds her…" Apparently the maid wasn't pleased with Daisuke's mom, if the look on her face was anything to go by, and Daisuke blushed. The black haired teen nodded again and stood up.

"Heh, very interesting…well, at any rate, return to your post and tell her…tell her he'll be right down in a minute." But Dark seemed more inclined in wanting to deliver more than just that message. The careful pause in his voice said as much. The maid smirked, an almost uncanny imitation of Dark's own trademark look, and made a noise of discontent.

"And that will be all….Master Dark?"

No it very well isn't, he wanted to say. But glancing over again at the red head's still rather lost, contemplating look he decided against it.

"Yes…" He sighed regretfully. "I am not in the mood for shouting matches…you may leave."

"Hai. I will be sure to deliver the message, Master Dark." And bowing, she departed, leaving the two boys alone yet again.

"She's nice…" Daisuke commented suddenly in a normal sounding tone of voice. The older teen turned back to the innocent looking teen and rolled his eyes.

"Roving eyes?" Dark teased in mock jealousy. Daisuke playfully shoved his legs and, laughing, rubbed the last remaining tears away. "Oh, Dai-chan how could you…?"

"No…I'm not the type…I just said she seemed like a nice person. That's all." Daisuke shook his head and stood up as well. "Well, my mom's here so-"

"Yeah."

Dark looked both slightly put out and a bit irate. In fact, his whole body kind of radiated-no touch unless you want your fingers broken off. Daisuke sighed. He didn't blame the older male. The way she came off-

It sounded like she hated him.

Dark looked up and for a fleeting second Daisuke was trapped in a fierce gaze before their lips crashed together in complete abandon. Dark moaned slightly, his mouth urgent suddenly and Daisuke, though a bit startled by it, responded with the same urgency. It wasn't something Daisuke wasn't used to, Dark's sudden bursts of fired passion, but this time was one of those times when he really needed it. Warm wetness tickled his lips and gasping slightly, Daisuke parted his lips. Another noise pushed past, but neither of them knew who it was that time as Dark's tongue delved deep. The electricity and charged passion in the kiss only pulled Daisuke deeper…

Dark pulled back, his wet muscle tracing the roof of his lover's mouth briefly before relinquishing contact completely and leaving a flushed, panting and rather stunned red head in his wake.

"D…Dark…" It was a pitiful attempt to get his vocal chords to work but he somehow managed it. Dark smiled, pulling him in for another kiss, this one brief, one that wasn't so desperate. "Dark…my mom…."

The teen frowned darkly at the mention of the woman that made his Dai-chan cry but he nodded, restless and let him go. "Uh…where's my luggage-?"

"The maids have probably walked it out to your mom's car." He replied emotionlessly. Confused by the sudden change in his tone of voice, the smaller boy laid a hand on Dark's arm.

"Dark…?" He felt stupid now-he shouldn't have mentioned his mom in the middle of that-! Apparently Dark seemed to be feeling stupid for something along the same lines and his face, which had been set in a rather stony expression, melted into a more forgiving, apologetic one.

"Gomen…its okay, Dai-chan, not your fault…I'm feeling just a bit restless about your mom…just-do you have my phone number?" The sudden question caught Daisuke off guard. Eyebrows knitted in sudden thought.

"Ah….yeah, I think so-"

"Good…I just don't…" Dark's voice had become strained, terse. "Want to be cut off from you…"

"You won't be. We have school together, you know." Daisuke teased, but something occurred to him and that disturbing thought was quickly shoved in the back of his mind. No, he didn't want to even think about that possibility…. "In fact were going back tomorrow since today's Sunday…oh, don't be so down on yourself Dark…" His hand resting on Dark's arm patted it comfortingly. "I'm sure it's nothing big and Mom's just PMSing on me again…"

Dark couldn't help but laugh at that. Bending down for another kiss, he pulled back, looking more at ease.

"Maybe, Daisuke…maybe…"

Daisuke laughed briefly and let his eyes drop away and to the wall, where he saw a very beautiful painting hanging. Something that Dark's mother said suddenly occurred to him and in a flash his expression changed into that of annoyed amusement.

"Hey, wait a minute; your mom said something about you stealing my paintings! Dark, is that true??"

Whoops….dangit, Mom…

"Ah….erm, well, I mean…it's….well, in a manner of speaking…."

Dark was really starting to regret ever introducing his lover to his mother.

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The first thing Daisuke encountered form his mom as he got in and was being driven away was a rather malicious glare that struck him speechless.

Is she really that mad…? The conversation replayed in all its unpleasantness.

"So what is it…between you and this…Dark…?" She spat as they had pulled out of the long sprawling driveway. Oh wow. Yep. She's ticked. Daisuke wondered in awe. But the bite in his mother's voice was something he couldn't ignore…

He decided another shouting match was not going to help the situation much so he resolved not to start one, especially not in the car or over Dark. Easier said than done.

"What do you mean…?" the red head was trying very hard to come off neutral. "I just told you we're friends-"

"Huh, well that's not what my sources tell me."

"Just where are you getting all these ridiculous whacked ideas from?" Oh boy easy their Daisuke…don't blow it now…again. You need some information, not a confrontation and resistance. "Are you implying that you think there's something more between us than just that?"

"Well, I find it highly suspicious," She seethed, her hand jerking on the wheel. "That you suddenly are all 'Dark's my friend' when the only one you ever had was Krad. Dark never called, came over, anything…not like Krad." She banked and made another hard turn. "And that party you went and came back from was at Dark's, but Krad seemed reluctant in going unless it was with you. In fact, it was you I think that came to me with the idea first and Krad seemed to be opposed to it…he went only to watch over you."

What?? Daisuke blinked as they started driving sown their block. No…impossible…Krad approached me with that idea first!! And some 'watching over' he did!! Dark ended up cornering me and…erm, yeah… He…he lied to my mom!

She pulled into their own driveway and, still irritated, pulled the ignition key out rather jerkily.

"And besides, isn't his last name Mousey?" The red head's fingers, which had been itching towards the door lock, froze. He never told her that… "However much you insist with this 'friendship' of yours, you would do better to remember this-"He felt a hand grip his wrist and wincing turned to look at his mom. He shivered-he'd never seen her so angry or disgusted in his entire life. "A Niwa…does not fall in love with a Mousey."

Nani…?? Where did that come from-?! Why is she-? Daisuke, forcing himself to remain calm, pulled the lock open and got out. He didn't want to even think or ask about that comment at all. But even so, why would she get all…disgusted over the last name 'Mousey"? And that last comment too…There's something I'm not being told her and I want answers!

"Well at any rate," His mother shouted after him as he walked up to the house after snatching the house keys form the dashboard. "Someone's here waiting for you in the living room, so you had better be nice considering they've done nothing but have been nice to you-"

He didn't answer her and now his one agitation was showing. He jerked open the door and slammed it, wincing as the windows rattled slightly. Opps, shouldn't have done that.

He hung the keys up in their proper place and began muttering to himself about how his mom was so gullible, how she knew really knew nothing and that that comment was just completely out of line-

"Well, well, well Daisuke, I see you're still alive and kicking..."

And Daisuke froze, petrified.

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"Yes…I told you…things are getting bad…" A cold, dull voice mumbled into a cell phone. "It's getting harder and harder to smuggle everything out…the only place you can really get it is from the U.S. but restrictions are tight and security…I don't want to bring international crimes into this along with violation of god knows what else…yes, I just told you, if we could we would!" A pause. "There is no other way…it's split between the two of them. No, it's the other one that looses control…yes, yes, I see…well." The voice, if possible, became even colder. "Then if you will no longer help us, then I suppose we will have to find another partner in this project. You brought this one yourself, and oh don't expect to make it to your next meeting at the Geneva conventions-if your even lucky enough to get up tomorrow." And with that he hung up.

Icy blue eyes closed briefly then re-opened. This was always the part he hated. The unease, the reluctance and finally, the full out refusal…it always made things a bit messy. But this time, things were being meddled in with someone who was part of the UN, and that wasn't good. The United Nations was the last person he wanted to get involved in this…

So elimination is key.

It wasn't something he enjoyed. But then again, this wasn't a job, a project anyone enjoyed-at least those who were involved. Too many lives had been snuffed out and he knew only more would follow…

Well who said any of this was wanted? I never wanted to get involved in this…glasses flashed briefly as he returned to gazing at his computer screen. I had a life, a normal life until this…but I have no choice now but to carry this out to the very end…

And create the perfect Alpha-Omega.

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Oh jeez…the plot just got that much more complicated. –winces- hum…doesn't take three guess at who's in Daisuke's living room…and his mother, how could she??

Ah yes, I know I did want to put the smuttiness in last chap but my muses were just not seeing eyes to eye with me on that one…so…-shrugs- oh well…they're probably plotting more better ones for later….

-rubs temples- grrr…the muses will not leave me alone with this story…so they're making me write this all out almost non-stop…well, just don't forget to read and review as always….