FINALLY! The long-awaited (by a few awesome people) chapter 4! I know it took forever, and I'm sorry, but I hope you all liked the re-written parts and I hope you like this part! I feel kinda bad 'cause it's not that long, but... I like where I ended it, and I'm stuck on the part after the end line, and I felt like I needed to get something out soon, so I just cropped it to there.
Thank you to everyone who read, reviewed, favourited or even alerted this story! I'd personally deliver hench-cookies to all of you, but then there'd be this big thing where you guys are all like, "how did she know where I lived?" and then the courts would get involved, and the restraining orders would be filed and this whole big mess, and I can't afford a lawyer, so some stupid public defender would take my case, then he'd suck and be like the one on Futurama and then I'd be sent to a robot crazy house and be convinced that I was a robot, then I'd have to go through this whole crazy thing where I bleed and find out I'm a human, and I really don't have the time for all of that. So... APPRECIATION ALL AROUND!
Warnings: oh come on...
Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel. If I did, I'd be far too busy drawing Volume 12, making plans for an all-yaoi version, and beating the hell out of the anime creators for making my beautiful artwork look like total shit.
Enjoy!
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The bright morning sun pierced the windows and eyelids of a young, aqua-haired teen. Satoshi sat up slowly after a few minutes, smiling slightly when he remembered that a certain antisocial angel was out of his life for good. He stared off into the bright sunrise. 'Hm. I'm finally free of my curse. Now I can live a normal life. I can finally… be myself.' A full, true smile grew on his face. 'Daisuke…' After a few more minutes of musing, he dressed and headed off to school.
On the opposite side of town, a frustrated cry erupted from a ruby-eyed boy. "Aagh! I'm gonna be late!" Said boy raced down the stairs with flames at his heels, trying to pull on his shirt as he went. He scrambled through the kitchen, grabbing a slice of toast and ignoring the former Phantom Thief's laughter. "Daisuke, you're so predictable. Maybe you should get that alarm fixed. And besides, why are you rushing? Isn't your lover bringing you to school today?" The young Niwa stopped, toast halfway to his mouth. "Uh… heh. Oh, yeah… guess I forgot…" He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. Looking up quickly, he noticed that scorch marks still painted the ceiling. "Ha-ha! Daisuke, you're such an idiot, sometimes." "Shut up! At least I didn't set the kitchen on fire!" The laughter stopped instantly.
Emiko's voice rang out from the other room. "Dai, sweetie, Satoshi's here!" "Oh, thanks mom! Bye, everyone!" The redhead tore from the kitchen and practically leapt onto his surprised lover. "Hi 'Toshi!" The other boy smiled gently. "Good morning, Daisuke." "Let's go!" And with that, the pair (well, half of the pair, at least) dove into the blue-haired boy's limousine.
The ride was irritatingly silent, so Daisuke tried to make small talk. "So, is Krad gone yet?" "Yes, he left yesterday." "Oh. Where did he go?" The boy thought for a moment. "Northern Italy. He said that he was going to move eastward from there." Daisuke nodded, then smiled. "Sounds like fun! So is he gonna write to you or send you postcards or anything? I mean, he doesn't seem like the type to do that, but it'd be nice if he kept in touch so you knew he was still alive or something…" "Hm. I don't know. We'll see." "Hm."
"So how is Dark dealing with all this?" The redhead grimaced. "Ugh. He's been doing nothing but complain since yesterday! All he does is whine about being bored, and I keep telling him to go out and do something, but then he whines about how he'll be swamped by, and I quote, 'betrayed fan-girls and astonished parishioners'. I don't know where those words came from… maybe he got really bored and started reading the dictionary." Satoshi laughed lightly. "Hn. He's no longer wanted for thievery, but now he's wanted for treason. But I'm sure it'll blow over soon. Then he'll go out and break a thousand hearts, and every father in Azumano will be after his head." "Ha-ha! Yeah. Let's just hope for his sake that he doesn't go after Miss Harada again, or Riku will be after his head, too." "Hm. She'd probably be their self-appointed leader."
The first thing that he was aware of was a sharp, stinging pain whenever he took a breath, and the metallic taste of blood in his mouth. Feline eyes opened to slivers while Krad tried to identify where he was. The images, though thoroughly lighted by the sun, proved to be blurry and unhelpful. He closed his eyes and tried to sort through the cloudiness that had overtaken his mind. 'Where…where am I?' His thoughts were distant echoes, and he made an attempt to move.
A soft strangled cry spilled from his lips as stabbing pain shot through his head and his chest. "Aah… Aaah!" He gasped and spluttered as movements failed him. 'Why? Why? What happened? Wha—' Then he remembered everything. 'Oh, God! This isn't happening… it was a dream… wasn't it? Wasn't it?!' Opening his eyes, he realized that it wasn't a dream, and that his pain was real. It was too great to be a dream. 'What happened… I remember… that bastard. Kicking me. And then? Then he slammed me into the desk. And then? And then… And I'm still here. Satoshi betrayed me. Signed me over… for that damned Niwa. And somehow, it doesn't really surprise me that Dark would agree to something like this… But Satoshi… how could you? I—' His thoughts were interrupted by loud footsteps outside the office door. Sudden, uncontrolled fear ripped through his body, and he prayed that it wasn't Hiwatari with "friends."
Two men, one of strong build, and another more slight, wearing the same uniform, entered the room and looked down at Krad's pathetic form. They looked at each other briefly. "The boss wants us to clean this up? Hn. I know it's none of our business, but Jesus Christ…" He knelt down and studied Krad's injuries. The other man looked aggravated. "Yeah, I know. But we've got a job to do, and unless we want to end up like that, we don't ask questions." The man on the floor stood up. "I know… but sometimes I wonder if it's really worth it… with some of the things we've seen…" "Just remember why you took this job. Let's just get this over with." "Yeah." Both men bent down and lifted Krad underneath his arms. The blonde yelped in pain, making both men flinch slightly. They proceeded to drag him up to the master bathroom to clean off the blood and to bandage his wounds, ignoring his whimpers and moans. Once this was done, they redressed him in clothes Hiwatari had left out, and laid him on a blanket that had been spread out for him in the master bedroom. With disgust painted across their faces, the two men returned to their guard posts.
Krad awoke later when a hard hand struck him across the face. He whimpered as the bespectacled man glared down at him with cold eyes. "Did you sleep well, princess?"
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