Summary: Are ingeniousness and insanity the same thing? For Hikari Satoshi they seem to be. Ever since he was little, he would converse with water and ignore other humans. After all their badness had hurt him and made him ill. But now his father wants him to go to a regular school where he can interact with kids his own age. Ever since, a good-looking senior, a comforting angel, and a demon full of bloodlust have been following him. Tricky triangles of trust shall form and confused love shall follow. DarkxSatoshixDaisuke and maybe a bit of love (rather... lust?) for Krad later on.
Disclaimer: I do not own D N Angel.
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The Guardian Angel
Chapter 4
Dying Waters
Sitting by the water... There are trees overhead. Nice, healthy trees. Green leaves, rich, dark bark...
This place is fit for angels... It's beautiful.
Ah? Is that an angel there? I knew it.
But what is happening? The trees... They appear to be wilting. Everything is turning grey.
That angel. He's killing everything. He has a demonic smile. He's going to kill me, too.
The water... I can get away through the water.
Ah... The water's cold, but nothing I can't bear.
But... It's turning black...
It tastes like poison...
He killed the lake as well?
Then... He killed me.
Satoshi shot upright in bed, grabbing at his stomach, screaming bloody murder.
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That night was unbearable. Satoshi couldn't fall back to sleep after that lovely nightmare. How terrible. Dying with the water... The angel killing the water and killing Satoshi... That angel with long blonde hair and the piecing golden eyes. Those immaculate robes and the large, beautiful wings. That demonic smile...
What's more? Satoshi woke up to see a blood stain on his pillow where his cheek had been, and, mildly freaking out, had jumped out of bed and scuffled to his bathroom, where, as his eyes adjusted to the bright light caused by the lamp that he turned on, he looked into the mirror. As his eyes stopped watering and he was able to see better, he saw a scab that had formed on his cheek. A 3-inch long cut, as clean as if it had been cut with a surgical knife, trailing down his left cheek, starting right below his eye and ending in line with his lips.
Two questions chased each other around in Satoshi's mind.
1) How the HELL did this cut get there, and
2) How was he going to cover this up?
If Satoshi had been marked for murder or something, wouldn't he have been cut in a more... vital place, like say, the neck? How had someone broken into his room, and why had they only cut him along his cheek? It seemed pointless.
Unless they had stolen something and their way of marking their victims was by cutting them on their cheek or something crazy like that. Nothing seemed to be out of place in the path that Satoshi took from his bed to his bathroom, and Satoshi reasoned that a robbery would probably include a bunch of things thrown randomly on the floor.
Now that he had this scab crusted on his cheek, he would have to go to school, thus getting a bunch of inquisitions as to why he had a cut along his cheek. Satoshi would have to truthfully respond that he didn't know, therefore probably making at least some people think that he was hiding something, like an abusive family, so they would then send him to the school nurse to have her make him tell her that there was something 'wrong' at home, bandage him up, and keep him there until she found out how it had happened in case he needed a tetanus shot or something.
Like hell that was going to happen, but Satoshi certainly didn't want to take any chances.
Satoshi washed the cut, as well as washed off the line of blood that had trailed its way across his face. The cut began bleeding again, and Satoshi looked in his cabinet to see if he had any band-aids. Luckily, he did.
He even had a couple of the huge, gauze-y ones that were supposed to cover large scraps and long cuts.
He slapped that band-aid over his face (Or rather... placed it carefully), after smoothing some antiseptic cream along the cut.
Satoshi toddled out of his bathroom and glanced at his digital clock, sighing at the red, glowing numbers. 4:30 AM. Oh Joy.
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Satoshi spent the rest of that morning sketching on a pad of paper until his alarm clock rang. He abandoned his sketching to perform his normal morning routine, with many a yawn and stretch.
He arrived at school, bags under his eyes, but not letting that affect his poise. He was still as straight-backed as ever, his head held high, and shoulders back. The picture of nobility. With a band-aid on his cheek.
He was sitting at his desk, having arrived just as the building opened. No one was there yet, save for the secretary, receptionist, principal, and vice principal. It was quiet. Calm.
Just how Satoshi liked it.
Satoshi finally gave up his ramrod-straight poise and laid his head on the desk, hiding his face to the room with his arms, creating a nice little cradle for his head in the process.
"It so nice here when nobody's around," the boy said into the wooden top of his desk.
But he shot upright when he thought he heard malevolent laughter. It was only an echo of an echo, but he still heard it... Like iron bells... It rang out with melancholy menace. Such a frightful sound.
"Wh-who's there?" Satoshi said quietly. He could barely hear his own voice, for the fear that gripped his throat was holding so tight that his vocal cords were strained even to produce such a low volume.
But all was silent, and Satoshi sat there, gripping the table's edges so hard that his knuckles turned white, eyes wide with fright, until a few minutes passed without anything else abnormal happening.
His breath returning to a normal state, he laid his head down on the desk once more until people came sauntering into the room.
Soon the whole class had assembled, and the teacher came prancing in with a smile on her face. Satoshi could barely keep himself from groaning as she plunged right into the lesson, with the most chipper voice one could imagine.
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Dark had gotten to school, barely making it on time, cursing himself for not having enough time to give Satoshi that damned feather.
For all the world, Dark couldn't understand why he thought that Satoshi was so connected... dependent, even... on this stupid little red feather.
But his intuition had never failed him before.
It was always very odd, but somehow he knew things. Odd little tidbits about people and things.
And this was something he knew about Satoshi.
He also knew that Satoshi was a special person. Different from anybody else he knew. Somehow, he felt gravitation towards the blue-haired boy. Somehow they were similar.
Dark ended up rushing to his own classroom, putting the feather carefully into a notebook where it wouldn't get bent or broken, nor would the plume get tousled.
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Satoshi had a headache. Satoshi had a very bad headache. Satoshi felt as if his head were about ready to explode from all the feelings bottled up inside of it.
Satoshi hid his face in his hands, closing his eyes as tight as he could, as if that would help his head feel any better. It was only the second class of the day, and already Satoshi couldn't bear to be around so many people.
He could hear some happy conversations... Some angry shouts... Some exasperated words. They were all unintelligible, and he wanted them all to go away. He knew the conversations couldn't be happening though... Not right now... In the middle of a history class where the teacher was droning on about World War II or something.
Satoshi's fingers curled a little, his nails digging into his forehead so hard that they broke skin and a few dots of blood rose up against his nails. Two nails pushed into the skin so hard that they caused a little more bleeding, and two trickles started to snake their way along Satoshi's forehead. Satoshi took a sharp intake of breath, his teeth clenched.
This was...
Torture.
Never before had he ever felt feelings this strong. Never before had he felt this many feeling at once.
He felt as if he was going to die.
"Hiwatari-kun?" A voice said, right in front of Satoshi's desk. Satoshi ignored it, as he couldn't even hear the voice.
The teacher got exasperated and hit the boy over the head with a ruler that he had picked up from the desk. Satoshi winced and looked up, his eyes bloodshot, his face deathly pale, six small dots and two intricate lines of blood on his forehead. The teacher raised an eyebrow at him.
"Do you need to go to the nurse?" the teacher asked and Satoshi trembled under the gaze of his classmates.
"Y...Yes," Satoshi responded, burying his face in his hands again,
"Takeshi- Take him to the nurse's office," The teacher said, turning to go back to the front of the classroom. The boy Takeshi responded with a curt nod, standing up as Satoshi did and following the blue-haired boy out of the classroom.
Once the door was shut, Takeshi wasn't so quiet.
"What's up with you? You look terrible," Takshie said, standing at the slightly taller boy's shoulder, looking at him with a mix of amusement and worry. It wasn't every day that some nice-looking male student becomes so violently ill that he cuts himself with his own fingernails.
"I don't know... I just... My head hurts so much..." Satoshi said in response, trying to gather his mind up again. Now that he was out of that crowded room, it felt like a huge pressure was taken off of his brain… and Satoshi's lungs felt freer as well, though he hadn't noticed that they had felt constricted before.
His head still hurt quite a lot, though.
"Hm... Well that's weird," Takeshi stated, rather unmoved.
But Satoshi had stopped focusing on Takeshi, for he swore that he could see a blonde angel standing in the corner, watching him. And the angel had the most sadistic smile that Satoshi could imagine.
Satoshi froze in his tracks, staring wide-eyed at the angel, because he felt that he had seen this angel before. In fact, he felt that he had seen this angel last night in the most terrifying dream that he ever had.
"Hiwatari-kun? What's up? Why'd you stop?" Takeshi asked, turning back to see Satoshi frozen in fear behind him. He hadn't noticed Satoshi's absence from his side for a few feet...
But Satoshi didn't hear Takeshi. All that filled his ears were the bells of laughter that seemed to hail from the blonde angel's throat.
'Hello, Satoshi. Remember me?' Satoshi heard the greeting in his mind, which seemed unable to comprehend the situation, because once those words were finished circling inside Satoshi's mind, he fell to the floor in a dead faint.
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Dark pouted as he walked around the grounds looking for a certain blue-haired boy.
For some reason, the senior just couldn't find him.
And that made him worry in a really odd way.
Not to mention he was getting really annoyed with the red feather placed carefully between the paged of the notebook he held in his hand as he paced the school.
This was the last time that he would have an opportunity to return the feather to Satoshi today, as well, since Dark had so luckily obtained cleaning duty and would be at the damned building for a half hour to an hour after school let out.
Dark spent the whole lunch period walking around and looking for Satoshi, receiving some strange looks from his fan girls, other girls, and some boys as well. Never had they seen Dark look so... furious? Yes. Furious might describe how he looked just then.
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A/N: Yay. It's another chapter longer. Woot.
Wow I'm tired. O.o
And I love torturing Satoshi...
Um... Sorry about the long wait, but... I had to finish up my first story, and then I was basking in the glory of finally finishing it that I totally hid the fact that I have two other stories hat really need to be updated.
So I hope you forgive me for the wait. O.o
Oh! And more bad news. XD I'm starting a sequel to said finished story, and I'm also starting another story.
So… o.O Don't kill me please? -hides-
Music I listened to:
Evanescence- Bring Me to Life,
Everybody's Fool,
My Immortal,
Haunted,
Imaginary,
and Hello.
Heh... I still haven't quite defined an indigo child yet, have I?
Hang on, and I will, kay?
Please review, okay? O.o 'cause my inbox is so lonely... Without any review alerts to make it nice and full.
Ta-ta for now.
--Chiisai Hito