A/N: Well you've stuck around so far, so obviously I'm doing something right! This chappie is supposed to funny, then cute. It's meant to be taken lightly compared to the more than slightly angsty last chapter.

Usual stuff, Read Review and Asses, thanks! Flames can and will be used to toast my opinion of the people who wrote them... also there will be property damage involved BWAHAHAHA!

Warnings: Uh... there isn't really much to warn about for this chapter... apart from a humorous moment regarding the male biology. Which is of course the only real thing I have to warn about for now.

Oh and a couple curse words.

A/N Revisited: Uh, yeah, I'm adding a large chunk to this one I think, so yeah, there is editing involved, all thanks to the Reviewers and Theo.

Disclaimer: ... well I don't own D N Angel... nor do I own the characters... if I did.. really I don't have to say it, you should know what I would do -Evil laughter-

"speech"
'thoughts'
(Dark speaking)

And shall we continue?

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Icy Longing

Niwa awoke, his whole body tingling and coated with a thin layer of sweat. He felt good. Really good. The thought was somewhat shocking, seeing as the redhead's usual reaction to waking up was disappointment. The teen sat up and decided that the status was no longer fucking great, it was now mightily uncomfortable.

Climbing awkwardly out of bed, his ruby eyes flickered to the angry red numbers on the desk by his door. Good feeling continues. It was still only 2 hours after he fell asleep, and it would be dinner time any minute.

Good feeling gone.

"Down! Stop it!" the embarrassed male whispered furiously to his pants, a blush spreading over his face as his body refused to follow orders. "What is the problem? Why are you happy now!" the student asked his crotch, angry that there was no particular reason for the happiness.. apart from just waking up. The teen's brow crinkled as he tried both to think of things that would shoo away the taunting tent, and remember his dream. The dream involved somebody.. somebody that he knew... who smelled like...

"Daisuke! Come down to dinner!" A voice called from downstairs followed by the scent of roast chicken. The redhead blushed scarlet and glared at his betraying arousal. "Honey? You awake up there?" His mother called, footsteps approaching from the stairs, the teen's face practically glowed with embarassment.

"Yeah mum! I'll be down there in a second!" He called, more than slightly flustered as he tied a sweater around his slender waist to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. The question was now gone from his mind.. who cared why it was happening, the point was now to deal with it.

He arrived downstairs and quickly set the meal in motion, barely talking whilst he ate. This recieved odd looks from his mother, but she paid it no mind as he quickly finished off his meal and supplied himself with seconds. This too was shoveled quickly into the teen's hungry mouth, feeding his awaiting stomach, that never seemed to change shape.

Dinner finishes not long after it begins, ending in a huge bowl of strawberries and ice cream. The redhead groans dramatically as he stands up, holding his stomach as though in pain. His mother raises an eyebrow.
"Don't pull that on me Dai, I know how much you eat." She said, hands on hips. "I have homework to do." he almost whined.
"Ok... you can get out of doing the dishes for now... because you have worked so hard, and will be working harder in the coming weeks"
"Thanks mum!" He said, almost sarcastically as he bowed to his mother and sprinted up the stairs. He wanted to get back to sleep... something tells him that the dream would be great.

The qick footed teen arrives in his bedroom, but the sleepiness was gone, and the room didn't even feel like sleep anymore. He almost groaned, but it couldn't hurt to try. The claret eyes close as the teen pulls up his covers, but as expected, sleep does not arrive.

(Something wrong Daisuke?) The purple haired thief asked his host.
"No. I don't think so…" the red head answers, climbing out of bed. "I just can't sleep"
(Then something must be wrong.) The rogue said with a laugh (Daisuke Niwa unable to fall asleep. That's headline news right there)
"Shut up." The teen retorted, unveiling the painting of his apparent love. Love that he would never feel returned to him.

Blood red eyes stared at the almost finished canvas, picking out small faults where he had once seen nothing but perfection. Instead, he saw flaking paint, misused colour… and above all, wasted time. The teen's top lip curled as he ran his fingers over the oil paining that had become his chore to finish. He had not captured her yet. He still had more work to do… but not tonight.

Tonight was for someone else.

Daisuke reached with a shaking hand and pulled Miss Harada from his easel, gently re-covering her portrait, even as he told himself not to destroy it. He sneered one last time at the painting before swiftly setting his sketchbook in the portrait's vacated place. The young artist sharpened his pencils, preparing himself for a long night. He was not exactly sure yet whom it was that he was going to be drawing, but he knew that it was important...

With gentle hands, the flaming haired teen began to sketch an outline of a face. At first, he had an image of his friend Rikku, but after he slipped with his pencils, a line too sharp here, the eyes the wrong shape… and circles that could be easily transformed into glasses. It was obvious that it was not his friend... it was someone else.

It was Hiwatari.

Ruby eyes widened when he realised that it was his icy haired friend and the page was quickly turned. The artist began again, this time purposely trying to draw someone else. He was in the middle of a picture of Dark, when he realised that once again, it was not who he was trying to draw. It was Krad.

Frustrated, Daisuke began to draw random things, a vase, a bowl of fruit, a pair of glasses, three pins, a clothes peg, a bunch of stuffed animals, a set of paintbrushes… but each thing reminded him in some way of the silent genius. After an hour of forced hand drawing, the redhead gave up trying to make himself draw something else. It was obvious that tonight was for Satoshi… so Satoshi he began to draw.

The artist's hand gracefully swept over the page, delicately depicting the stoic teen in his classic 'silent but all knowing' pose, his lips slightly upturned, and a knowing look in his sketched eyes. A strange feeling of significance was felt by the redhead, and he raised one eyebrow, appraising both the painting and the feeling. Where had this feeling happened before?

A thumping in his heart widened his eyes, but he realised that it was not signifying the Transformation, it was something else.. something more. Peering closer, he saw nothing imperfect yet. His pencil raised to paper.

(Well, well. What do we have here?) Dark's voice asked, shocking Daisuke out of his trance, causing the clumsy teen to drop his pencil. (Oops… sorry kid, were you having a good dream?) The thief asked, laughing quietly. The flaming haired teen shrugged and picked his pencil up, yawning tiredly.
"Sort of." Dai muttered, assessing the drawing with the same calculating glance, though this time, it was merely checking the lines themselves, rather than the actual picture.
(Hmm… I think it needs to be changed a little.) Dark said a grin showing on his pristine features.
"And what would you change?" the artist asked with a sarcastic air to his usually cheerful voice.
(I would draw someone who isn't a power hungry freak.) The dark angel said, winking to show that he was kidding.
"Hiwatari is not power hungry! Nor is he a freak! He's my friend, nobody knows him as I do. He's just misunderstood." The redhead said, getting defensive for no real reason.
(I wonder if he knows he has a supporter.) The mischievous rogue pondered, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Daisuke grumbled for a moment before packing away his things, making sure that his sketchbook was in his bag. He had art the next day and he wanted to finish the picture.
"I just drew what my hand told me to. Don't loose any sleep thinking it over Dark." The teen muttered, stripping and climbing into bed wearing only socks and boxers. "Really.. there's nothing special about it... I was just drawing my best friend." The wods sounded as though they were to convince not just Dark, but himself.
(Sure thing kid. Just remember who that guy really is on the inside.) The amethyst-eyed thief said, his eyes carefully neutral. Niwa by this stage was closing his eyes and allowing the sleep to encorach, so the argument was of course half hearted.
"I know who he is. Hiwatari Satoshi is one of y best friends, I trust him with my life. It's just Krad I don't like... and Satoshi has Krad under control." He muttered, tendrils of sleep claiming the redheaded figure. (Sounds like you two are in love... 'Night Kid.) the thief muttered, fading as his innocent and naïve host relinquished his body to the darkness.
"Nn." The teen responded, already dreaming.

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A/N: Here we are again, time for me to say something witty.. or not but yeah. I thought that this chapter was kind of lame but still cute. What about you? I'd love to hear your review thanks!

PS: Yeah man, edited, with a bunch more words, and a slightly more yaoi and less innocent view from Niwa. I thought it suited my purposes better. Anyways, as usual, thanks to everyone who has reviewed. Oh and sorry for the overuse of teh word "slepp" Its really early in the morning over here, and Theo couldn't find the thesaurus... +yeah, blame me.. It wasn't that you're lazy at all... -grumbles-+