Disclaimer: I do not own D.N. Angel or any of its character. These are the sole property of Yukiru Sugisaki. I am only merely borrowing them for my own twisted ideas…
Warnings: yaoi ( this means boy x boy.), craziness, cross dressing (in later chapters) and usage of major fluff situations. (again, in later chapters)
Also, Krad is OOC in this fic (he's actually nice-GASP!) And well, I guess everyone else is a bit as well…. XD
In this chapter be prepared for much more…drama. XD and ehehehe…perverse tendencies and themes that are not for innocent minds…Might have to change the rating…
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"This" is spoken words
This is thoughts
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Previously: After Daisuke has completed his first week, he is met with the startling news that the magazine will go into print soon. Nervous, he only is even more on the edge when he finds out that it will be quite soon. He goes to school with the knowing dread that soon the whole school will know that he is working at Luster. Takeshi nearly makes Daisuke have a heart attack when he says he's found out the most shocking thing ever. It only turns out to be something about their Sensei feeding a stray on food from the staff refrigerator much to Daisuke's relief. But that was one surprise too many….
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Daisuke just stared at his other friend's long winded speech, eternally grateful that is was something trivial like this as opposed to…the other thing.
Oh, if only Daisuke had small little scrapes like those….A different voice this time cut through the air, gracing Daisuke's ear and making a heated blush leap to his face.
"Well, well, well, Daisuke, wouldn't you believe this little coincidence…surprising what fate can have in store for you, neh…?"
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Ruby Luster
Chapter 4: Lace, Frills and Ribbon
Daisuke's heart plunged into his stomach. Cold dread made him shrink slightly.
Oh…god…no…please tell me it's not…
"Mousey." Satoshi clipped.
"But of course." The model's familiar silky tone made the red heads insides squirm. Since when did Dark attend the same high school as him?? He had never seen the guy around before…he shivered and swallowed dryly, keeping his eyes averted. Why did the pervert have that much of an affect on him? The thought was cut short abruptly by long, slow sensuous fingers that trailed through his hair. Soft lips brushed his ear accompanied by a throat deep whisper.
"Hello there, sweetie…ah, sexy as always…" The teen mumbled, nuzzling the red head's ear.
"QUIT CALLING ME SWEETIE!!!" Daisuke screeched. Satoshi was positively livid, his jaw working furiously. As if Dark hunkering over Daisuke at Luster wasn't enough! Now, he was doing it on campus too! Shame on him…
Daisuke meanwhile was dying. Literally. If there was a top ten most embarrassing moment's list for Daisuke, this would have to had been number one. Easy. This beat even the one time when Daisuke's mom began showing the twins and Satoshi the dreaded baby pictures (1) or the time when he washed a pair of underwear and have them suddenly shrink when he was in school. Those pair became rather uncomfortable in certain areas that certainly needed no discomfort. Rule of thumb-never wear underwear that is in danger of shrinking five sizes too small on you when you walk.
This day could not get positively worse than it already was.
"Hai, Konichwa, Niwa-"
The sentence was jerked short by a gasp. Daisuke looked up only to meet the socked gaze of Riku. Out of nowhere she swung her school bag with a cry, slamming it into the back side of Dark's head. The model instantly toppled over but not before a slightly shorter blur raced by to attempt breaking his fall. The action resulted in another strangled cry and the crash of limbs.
"Yaa! W-what…??" Daisuke cried out as he saw only a mess of a boy's and girl's uniform and a few pained groans. Riku rolled her eyes while Satoshi gave an uncustomary snicker.
"Risa….not again…"
But she was paying absolutely no attention to her sister.
"ooohhhh…Dark-kun, are you alright?? Did you break something? Bruise anything on your beautiful fa- er, I mean body? Oh, you poor, poor thing!" Riku's twin rambled on, gently touching Dark's shoulder as she spoke. Dark disentangled himself from the blubbering brunette a slight wrinkling motion creasing his nose.
"I'm quite fine, don't even bother getting you're panties all in a bunch…"
Riku jumped a bit.
"N-nani? Oh Dark-kun, I didn't know you were that interested! Ehehe, if you must know their purple with black swirls…"(2)
Daisuke crashed to the ground.
"TMI, Risa!! Gaaaaa!!! T.M.I!!!!:" No one had realized that Takeshi was still there until he started screeching "TMI" and running off with his camera.
"TMI?" Risa mumbled (3) She evidently did not get it. Well, with the way all her brain cells (or at least the very limited few that did actually work (4) ) were currently functioning now… she wouldn't have gotten it even if her life had depended on it.
"TMI, Miss Harada? Too much information?" Satoshi injected sarcastically. It was plain to see that he despised her air-headedness. Meanwhile Dark was happily helping his fellow employee/school mate off the floor.
"Even splayed out on the floor in an embarrassing way, you're still hot…"
Wouldn't he ever give up??
"What the hell is your problem, Mousey-kun?? Gaaaa, HENTAI!!!"
Dark pulled him back into the seat with an evil grin.
"Only the best for you, sweetie…" and he trailed one long finger down Daisuke's cheek.
That action was quickly followed by a defining slap that rang through the classroom and instantly made all eyes and heads turn.
Dark's smooth skin was blanched raw with a very obvious red handprint across his cheek.
"Neh?? Sweetie, my beautiful face!! Oh Iiiiiiieeeee, my face…!"
Daisuke raised an eyebrow. Dark was freaking over that? That just went to show how shallow the teen really was…
"Grow up…if it doesn't go away which I highly doubt, then they can photoshop it out of the pictures or whatever…" the red head grumbled, turning away from the blubbering model. He had reached his breaking point and all the shocked stares told him that this had been the first time he had lost it in front of a lot of people. Stupid Dark…
"Besides, you'd better go before I really do loose it with you…" He huffed, pointedly ending the conversation.
"Eh? Oh Daisuke…" He leaned over him heavily, eyes alight once again with that mischievousness "Then maybe I should stay…so how do you like it? Fast, slow, rough, gentle…? If no one was around, I'll have you loosing it with me right here…"
It took three seconds for Daisuke's brain to catch up with Dark's.
Slap.
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"Now, class, I'm back so settle down…"
A very petite young woman breezed through the door, holding her grade book and what seemed to look suspiciously like a glossy new magazine to her chest. A spiky, red haired 16 year old shrank in his seat.
Sensei only read one kind of magazine.
"Niwa-chan, relax…" Satoshi murmured from his seat behind him. "I'm sure everything will be alright…"
"Oh my god!"
The exclamation was slightly drowned by the buzz of the late bell. She collapsed quickly in her seat, primped, tightly curled hair-in-a-bun bouncing a bit. Her tan eyes flickered over a page and a small giggle escaped her.
"Well, well…now isn't that the most interesting and cutest thing…ah…ahem…anyways…" She made an effort to regain her composure as she got up and closed the magazine. "Today, we'll go over the history of the United Sates so please turn to page 475…"
Daisuke zoned out. Just another boring old lesson in his History class. He might as well ditch. Not that he was a person who did (surprisingly, he got straight A's easily in his class for all the day dreaming he did) but today in particular he just wanted out…
Sighing, he lazily let his red eyes drift to the window. A groggy wisp of a plan floated to his mind.
"Yes, Niwa?" Sensei asked a bit surprised as Daisuke's hand shot up in the air right in the middle of the lecture.
"Sensei, may I please go to the bathroom?"
She blinked at him mildly surprised then nodded slowly.
"Hai…just take the pass and go. Be sure not to make too much noise."
He gave her a gentle smile, got up and grabbed the pass hanging near her table.
"Hai…" He bowed slightly before walking out. "Arigato gozamas."
And he was out in a very bare deserted hallway, not quite remembering why he went anyway. Oh wait, he remembered. Boring stuffy lecture. With a sigh, he walked down the familiar route to the bathrooms, swinging the pass idly from its string in lazy circles to amuse himself.
Haha…I'm actually ditching…well, eh, legally, if that's even possible…(5)
Reaching the bathroom, he swung open the door and waltzed inside. For school bathrooms, they were surprisingly clean. He glanced around and, noting that there seemed to be no one inside, he went to the sink and gazed at his reflection.
A medium tall red haired teen with troubled ruby eyes stared back at him. He sighed, running his fingers through his tousled spikes. No matter how much he tried to tame it, it never gave. Satoshi had placed confidence in him, a confidence about his looks that Daisuke himself never had. To him, he just seemed plain…well, average. He failed to really see how silky and just right his hair stuck up and the intense shade of red that could either make a person tremble or become entranced…
Look at me…I'm still kind of short for a guy, my hair is always a stubborn mess and I look like I'm possessed with this ridiculous eye color of mine… He mumbled despairingly, growling in his throat. He braced himself against the sink with his hands and drew closer to the mirror.
And…gah, I look like I'm a chick! My shoulders are kind of small and rounded and I've actually got a bit of girl curves around my hips…man, is that embarrassing… He continued his thoughts as he let a hand drift to his hips. He frowned at himself. … I could even be mistaken for a girl if someone wanted to force me into a dress…it's not like mistaken gender identity hasn't happened to me before
And oh, how he could count all those times when that had happened…
A small, quiet moan from a bathroom stall made the teen jump. Startled, he cried out.
"Hello? Who's there?"
There was a delicate ruffling of clothes and a quiet cough. Tense, Daisuke whirled from the mirror and back up against the sink, eyes scanning the bottoms of the stalls furiously. He hadn't heard anyone come in, but then again, he had been in deep thought…
He tried again.
"Er…anyone there?"
There was still a numb silence followed by another suppressed moan a few seconds later. Now a bit frightened, Daisuke pushed himself as far back as he could against the sink. There was another long drawn silence. Then-
A small click ran through the air and the stall door two doors away from Daisuke and the sinks swung open. The teen looked away, knots forming in his stomach. He turned back to the mirror quickly, trying not to let bad, blood soaked images come to his mind. Only once before had he heard noises like that from a stall and it had been when someone he knew well had begun cutting himself at school. Yet another cutter was not something that he needed to see or hear.
But a cutter would have been an indefinably better discovery than the one that found him.
"Daisuke…" A rolling whisper breathed past his sensitive ear. It was hot, soaked with burning want. "So kind of you to come…I've been thinking about you…" A hand traveled down to Daisuke's waist. "All day long…"
"KYAAAAAAA!!! Mousey--!!!"
A strong hand flew quickly to clap over Daisuke's mouth. The other, still anchored on his waist pulled him closer to a very warm, taut body.
The irony was not lost on him. The first time he had ever been caught alone, he had made the excuse that he was going to the bathroom. Granted, he never quite made it there, but now that he had done so this time around, there was no Satoshi to save him. This was school and no one would really think to check for perverted models molesting their fellow employees.
"Shh, shh, shh, Dai-chan…" Dark mumbled. "Don't want to be attracting any unwanted visitors, now do we?"
Oh yes I do!! Daisuke screamed mentally as he thrashed against Dark. He would not be taken in a bathroom by a guy, especially not Dark!! He then realized finally that Dark had called him "Dai-chan" Where the hell did that come from?!
"I would beg to differ Dai-chan. You really wouldn't." Dark mutely echoed Daisuke's first thought. "And relax, I'm not making you mine in a place so…urgh, unromantic. Lucky for you…I'm more of the bedroom kind of guy and not someone that's so driven they'll get a quick screw anywhere…"
I highly, highly doubt that…
"But I will claim something that I think-no I'm almost completely sure-no one else has yet…"
Daisuke's eyes widened, heart racing as Dark pulled his hand away from Daisuke's mouth. Dark still had an iron grip around his slim waist. A blush that hadn't been long in coming flooded his face. He hated him, he told himself sternly. He hated how he looked, how he acted (especially that), everything about him. He must remember that. Shuddering he tried to push the model away again.
"N-no, Mousey-kun…"
In response, Dark merely pulled Daisuke's waist up against his own and the teen's ruby orbs widened as he clearly felt the heated desire pushing against Dark's pants. Instantly he winced as well. Didn't that hurt?! He felt another blush creep into his face when he also realized something else about Dark…
Perversion did wonders to size, Daisuke thought before he could stop himself. W-w-wait, did I just "comment" on his size…down there?? Oh, god…get me away from him.
"meheheh…can't anyone pleasure themselves in peace?"
"N-n-n-nani…???"
Dark smirked.
"You heard me, Dai-chan…" He pulled Daisuke against him again and Daisuke swallowed. "I come here figuring I can get a quick jerk before I get too uncomfortable and what do you know? You show up…better than a teacher though…"
Daisuke's mind was refusing to work. He did not want to correct the mistake of thinking the moans were from cutting and not from…that. The thought, accompanied with half finished images he sorely did not want was not helping. The model continued to smirk at Daisuke's flushed face, thoroughly enjoying the fact that he was flustered.
"You…urgh, you're sick…" Daisuke growled, skin prickling uncomfortably. He really did not want Dark touching him, now knowing the unpleasant fact of where exactly those hands had been only seconds before. And I honestly don't want to know what was running through your mind while you were at it!
"Oh, Dai-chan, it's normal you know…" Dark purred. It was honeyed, thick. "Perfectly normal…hormones can be a real bitch at this age…"Dark's hands were starting to drift in places that were making Daisuke very uncomfortable. "And don't you understand that innocence never lasts long under hormones? Might as well enjoy your way from innocence to burning adolescent lust…"
The shameless mapping under Dark's hands made him snap.
"You sex-crazed egotistical bastard!!! Don't assume that this…what you did and what you were doing now…that's not normal!!" He roughly shoved the model away with surprising force that caught him off guard.
But even Daisuke's rough rejection didn't kill the raging bulge in Dark's pants. If anything, it jumped a bit excitedly.
"Oh? Not normal? Tell me, Dai-chan, define normal. Define normal for me."
Beeeeeeeeeeep.
Simultaneously, both teen's heads snapped to the bathroom door. The bell had rung…
Great, Sensei would kill him. He wasn't supposed to have been gone for so long. For sure, he could be expecting a nice fat detention slip and it was all Dark's fault.
Baka, Mousey-kun…you shameless pervert… I am not nor will ever be a little toy you can screw around with…oh great, bad choice of words. He mumbled inwardly as he turned heel and ran. Why can't you just leave me alone??
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Dark smiled evilly at Daisuke's retreating back.
Hehehe…he got a nice butt…
He chuckled.
"Oh well…we'll have fun today at work…"
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To make matters worse as soon as he plopped into his seat after break in his third period class, the whole class was buzzing and darting startle glances at him.
Great so the rumors are starting already…Daisuke moaned inwardly and laid his head on his desk. The Sensei didn't bother to tell Daisuke to pay attention because he himself was a s bit shocked by the news that had been handed down through word of mouth.
And so it went for the rest of the school day. People were muttering, whispering, speculating and Daisuke was eternally grateful that a) Dark couldn't find him and b) Saehara hadn't found out yet. (which was truly astonishing since he was practically the gossip king.)
"Niwa-chan why are you banging your head repeatedly against the table, it's not very proper for you!"
Daisuke raised his face from the table and was met with concerned ocean blue eyes. Satoshi sat down across from him and studied his friend.
"I don't care…" He grumbled childishly and stuck his tongue out. Satoshi raised an eyebrow and Daisuke looked away.
"Oh? Not normal? Tell me, Dai-chan, define normal. Define normal for me"
The teen swallowed as the words and expression on Dark's face played over in his mind. What had he meant by that?
"…Not normal? Tell me, Dai-chan, define normal."
Normal was…well, how could one define normal? It was a standard, yes, but everyone's standards were different. So then…was there no fixed standard to judge "normality"?
Daisuke quickly shook his head. No, he should know better than to question his beliefs and let Dark worm under them and threatened to up heave them. The norm was to be good looking, to keep your head out of trouble, to always stick to the status quo of what had always been right…
Right?
"Oh…but er, Niwa-chan…I mean, you really don't want to cut out on today…" Satoshi began slowly. Daisuke jumped.
"Huh? Cut out? For what? What were you saying?"
Stupid Dark.
"Did you even hear what I said?" Satoshi inquired incredulously, but he quirked an eyebrow in amusement.
"A-ah no sorry, Hikari-kun I was lost in my own thoughts…so er…what were you saying?"
Satoshi pushed his tray aside and leaned in slightly. Keeping his voice a bit lower so as no one could eavesdrop, he repeated.
"Today, Luster's doing another photo shoot…and before you can even roll your eyes and groan, it'll be a bit longer than normal…yeah, yeah, I know it sucks but you better quite giving me that look…" Satoshi glanced up and noticed three girls starting at the two boys. They were all whispering hurriedly and they kept looking at Daisuke. All three were holding the latest issue of Luster in their hands. It wasn't hard to put two and tow together-they were talking about Daisuke and how he was or might look errie similar to the newest model.
Stupid fan girls…Satoshi growled inwardly and he sent the small group a withering glare, one that he felt was his best one yet. Instantly, they squeaked and scattered-he turned his attention back to his red head friend.
"Anyways…starts almost right after school so…you mind if I give you a lift?" Satoshi asked quickly. It made him uncomfortable to have to be forced back into using his limo but...would Daisuke understand? He knew that Daisuke was extremely uncomfortable about anything that showed great wealth or status and limos were right up that ally. Daisuke forced a smile but deep down he was nervous. There was a very good reason why he wanted to avoid that kind of thing but he could never tell anyone that…
"Uh…yeah sure…it's okay." He'd have to get over his uncomfortable feelings about these kind of things. Satoshi frowned slightly.
"You sure Daisuke? If you want, we can still walk, but…we might a bit late. I'm sure though that Krad might be able to let us slid…"
Daisuke looked away. Satoshi was offering him a way out. It made the red head feel even worse. If Satoshi only knew…he shook his head. He would not be the reason they were late.
"No…let's hitch a ride. Don't want to be late, do you?"
Satoshi smiled in relief.
"No, I don't…haven't made it a habit to ever be late anyways…besides, Krad would kill me probably as with the rest of them…" He tossed the tray in the garbage and stood up. His friend followed suit. He quickly fished out his cell phone, texted a short message, sent in and dropped his phone back into his pocket. "Now…Niwa-chan, I need you to go out back in the third parking lot this time. I'll meet you there, alright?"
Daisuke swallowed the burning lump in his throat and nodded. He could trust Satoshi. Of course. Nothing bad would happen to him…
"Sure thing, Hikari-kun."
I will be there.
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Daisuke was having a nervous break down. The cushions felt wonderful and they were a soft calming sea blue, the interior was a delicate shade of dark grey, blue and white, and Satoshi was lounging with a small smile on his face but…
He couldn't relax. Daisuke stared out the tinted window vacantly.
"Hai…Niwa-chan?"
Daisuke screeched slightly and reeled as Satoshi sat up. Satoshi winced.
"Jeez, Niwa-chan, do you have to scream? The driver might think I'm molesting you or something back here…!"
"Hikari-sama is something the matter?" A deep concerned voice echoed through the longer half of the car. Satoshi sighed.
"No, no…everything's alright…I kind of startled Niwa-chan, that's all…"
Daisuke looked away in embarrassment. What's wrong with me…?
"Anyways…gomenasai, Niwa-chan. I was only going to ask if you wanted something to drink, maybe?"
Daisuke stared, his insides suddenly filled with dread. Eerily, the words seemed to be a mockery from the past. He gulped, not bothering to his the terror in his eyes.
"Ah…Ie, I'm fine…thanks anyways…"
But he scooted a bit farther away from Satoshi. The bluenette frowned, hurt by his friend's odd behavior.
Did I offend him somehow? Did I hurt him? But how could you get someone so riled up just by offering a drink…?
"Niwa-chan, is something wrong? Is there something you're not telling me? If I've done anything that's made you mad at me…"
Daisuke threw him a slightly frightened, pleading, forgiving, pitying look.
"N-no, Hikari-kun..it's just…it's only me, don't worry about it…the moment will pass soon…I'll be fine." But the words came out in a small whisper.
They were both relieved for different reasons when they pulled up to the building. Daisuke instantly bolted for the door and jerked it open. Satoshi gazed after his friend in puzzled hurt as he picked up both his and Daisuke's backpacks.
He was in such a rush he forgot his backpack…
"Smart one, you forgot this."
Daisuke whirled.
"Eh? Oh! Ehehe…Gomen." The color seemed to be returning to his face. Satoshi realized with a start that Daisuke had been pale the entire time and he looked like he was going to pass out from fear. But now, Daisuke seemed completely fine.
Daisuke, what are you hiding from me? Something must have happened to you to make you so deathly afraid of limousines…but what?
"Hikari-kun, if you keep standing there we will be late…"
"Oh man!! You're right! Let's go!"
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No one can ever know…
Daisuke sighed inwardly. Satoshi…he knew he had probably hurt his friend by not telling him what was up, but…
No one can ever know….
Instantly he was swept up by a business he was getting quite used to. He was rushed down the familiar way to the make-up studio where the twins were now bickering over the latest shoot.
"Dark-sempai should be the beautiful, sexy knight in shinning armor! He's perfect for the part! Don't you agree?" Risa pouted. Riku sighed.
"Niwa-chan would be better-he may look better suited for the other part but seriously, do you think we can get him to wear that?? No, I don't think so. Mousey on the other hand…"
"But Dark-sempai is taller than him!!"
"So??? Does that really matter? I'd rather have Niwa-chan's sanity and dignity preserved, thank you very much!"
"But you know as well as I do that he'll fit the part very well…"
Daisuke was plopped down into the chair and the twins twittered over him and powdered him up as they continued their argument.
"How about no? Do you really want Mousey to jump him the moment he seems him in that? No!"
W-what? Ohhhh, nooooo, that's not sounding too good…
Risa snorted as she took out the eyes shadow.
"Well, you don't need to get so worked up...everyone's here so what are you worrying about? It's not like Dark's been able to jump him alone. Right Niwa-chan?"
Oh if only they knew…
"Eh…yeah, right!" Daisuke interjected. Risa seemed to not have noticed the slight nervousness in his voice.
"See? He'll be just fine. After all…" Risa leaned over to whisper in Riku's ear. "He'd make the perfect one."
"Oh, fine, fine!! But don't come crying to me when either Mousey molests him or Niwa-chan blows up and goes on a rampage. I'll be sure to tell Niwa-chan it was your idea!!"
Ooookay, they talk as if I'm not in the room…
He wasn't really freaking out-until they got to lipstick and lip gloss.
"W-what???"
"Stop squirming or else it'll smear all over your face and that won't be good so here…hold still, Niwa-chan!!" Risa quipped, her face slightly pouting. "I know what I'm doing!"
"What the heck's with the lip stick and gloss??? I'll look so…girly!!!" Daisuke screeched when she was done.
"That's the point." Riku mumbled shortly. Daisuke whirled and stumbled out of the chair. Toto bustled in and tossed Daisuke a very, very frilly, poofy bundle at him.
"Get changed, Niwa-chan! We have about fifteen minutes and you're not going to be able to get into that alone, so get cracking!"
With that, she breezed out the door and the twin pushed Daisuke behind the screen. When he examined the bundle he screeched in horror.
It was a dress.
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Oh wow, poor Daisuke!!! You'd actually thought that he'd already have to prance around in that in front of Dark this chapter huh? –laughs- hate to make you people wait, but that'll happen the next chapter. So what's this about Daisuke and his paranoia of limos? That's a weird paranoia to have...
Geez, do you know how much you're reviews make me crack up sometimes? LOL, they really make my day…
TheFutureMrs.HaruSohma-hmmmm, yes and who do we think it could be? Ehehe…-gets wide eyed- NOOOOOO!!! Evil bunnies of DOOM!! Who would have ever thought their most dangerous weapon was…the oven mitt. If you were to though, I would never be able to finish the story and that would be just plain torture…
Rio Hime-hmmm…maybe it loves you now?
LandUnderWave-well, there was the slap, all freely made, pre-ordered and ready to go. Poor Dark…noooo, oh my beautiful face…!! ROFL
Dark Mage Makai-oh man if Daisuke turned into a strawberry, I think Dark might want to eat him first, if he knew that was Daisuke... O.0 Dark's a real player though but maybe Daisuke can change his ways, mmm? –contemplate, contemplate…- Yeah, I would defiantly NOT want someone committing suicide over me…wow, I'd probably loose it…
- glomps Yuugi – can we ever see Dark as not being perverse? He always, always, always comes off as being a womanizer in the actual series…but I wonder why…
So yesh, keep on reviewing!
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(1)-Winces- doesn't that seem all too familiar? How many people has that actually happened to?
(2)ARGH!!!! Ewwwww, did we seriously need to know that??? Risa, eww. No…just, no. That is so gross…might as well have "Property of Dark Mousey" written on the back side of them while you're at it…No!! W-wait, I take that back!! Nooooooo….
(3) She's such a blond….! (no offense to anyone who truly is!)
(4) Ouch. Major burn. But really…I mean-well ehehe, does it seem like I slam her way too much? She has a heart and brain, honest!...somewhere….
(5) –stares- I don't even think there is such a thing as "legally" ditching class…Daisuke where is your mind?