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!)

Warnings: Yaoi (But you'll have to wait a while for that one…), some angstness…

Miscellaneous Notes…

This chapter may seem rather disjointed but, as always there is a good reason for it…and it'll all make sense really soon.

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Everything I Hate Revolves Around You

Lament 6: Unhealthy Obsessions

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I want you…

So very bad…

It disgusts me…

But…if I can't have you…

Then nobody will

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"Dam it, dam it, dam it…"

All in all, it had been the hardest day Daisuke Niwa had to endure. By third period, he was missing his ink smeared P.E. shirt, by fourth it was his homework for his math class (which happened to be next period) and by the end of the day, he had had his P.E. shirt, which had been torn to shreds, thrown his face. That, along with his math homework with crud words scrawled all over it in loopy handwriting, an unsightly bruise on his arm and a slightly growing, throbbing lump on his forehead form the ink bottle, he was all in all, rather a sight.

When the distant ring of the bell released him from his long standing session in hell, he quickly rushed out of the classroom as fast as his skinny legs could take him. It wasn't as if he couldn't take any more of the snide remarks, the physical abuse, and above all that, the ever pervading presence of the demon disguised as the most perfect, angelic of them all…

But how could you when the last person you even dared to rely on was related to that demon and just as deadly beautiful?

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….

This…feeling…

No, these feelings…

I can't control them…

So, run…

Run as far away as your scared little heart can take you…

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"Daisuke! How was school honey?" The traditional cheerfulness almost made Daisuke want to gag. School was the last thing he wanted to discuss…

"Ff-ine.." he forced past though lying lips. Knowing he was a giveaway face under extreme pressure, he resignedly watched his mother's expression. Somehow…

Somehow, it passed.

"Oh and before I forget…" Emiko appeared with a bundle of sorts. "Someone dropped this off…it's really cold to the touch…wonder what's in it…but it's addressed to you…"

Curious, he took it form his mom, bewilderment written plainly on his face as he felt it. It was cold…

And the faint swish of liquid contained in a can reached his ears.

Daisuke's eyes widened and he hastily tore the wrapping from it.

Two ice cold cans of AriZona green tea with ginseng rolled free and crashed to the ground. And amongst the wrappings was one pearl white business sized card. One lone word stood brazen against the white background in simple, elegant gold ink-

Gomenasai.

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I shouldn't want you…

And yet…

I crave everything you could offer…

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The whole school was buzzing the next day. The occasion?

Party at Dark's house.

And it was on Friday night. Only a day away. Why hadn't Daisuke heard of this sooner? Maybe it was because he never bothered to listen to the gossip around him. He was so used to training himself to not even head the useless chatter which was, 90 percent of the time, about him that useless events passed him by.

And especially anything in connection with Dark he firmly tuned out. But the only reason it even leaked through his brain was…

"…some kind of party at stupid Cousin's house…don't really want to go…"

Daisuke didn't even look up. He knew whose words and voice they belonged to, but he wouldn't fall apart so bad if he just didn't…

"You've got to, Krad…You've been fucking moping since yesterday and the day before…you need to go out, have some fun, get drunk…"

"I would prefer staying sober thank you very much…"

The red head wished he could ignore Krad's voice as easily as he could the rest of the school. Like Dark's drawling contemptuous voice, Krad's silk smooth one was just as difficult to pay no attention to.

"Just come on, Krad…"

A pause.

"…alight…" there was frustrated sigh after this and Daisuke found himself wishing they were still friends.

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I find my mind wandering whenever I look at you…

I can't stay away from you…

You make me so incredibly selfish…

Because I want you.

You and only you…

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"Daisuke!"

The red head paused, but only for a fleeting moment. He wouldn't give up would he…?

"Daisuke! Wait!"

He really did want to, but to what end? To only get yelled at again, to be roughly shoved away?

Guess it runs in the family…

"Daisuke!! I told you to wait!!"

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I…

I dream of you at night…

And I'm starting to loose control…

Run. Run from me. Run while you still have your sanity…

Your tortured innocence…

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Unwillingly, the red head stopped, hearing Krad's footsteps hastily catch up to him. He sighed inwardly and turned to face the older teen.

"What do you want?" His voice came out wary, yet exasperated, almost edgy.

"You're not busy Friday night are you?"

It took Daisue a full five minutes to even acknowledge the rather shocking fact that Krad was actually speaking to him. Incredulously he stared at the blond.

"Why…do you ask…?"

"That's not…really important. Did you get those cans of green tea?" Again, the red head was caught off guard by the shift in topics, let alone the fact that Krad was talking to him again as if he just hadn't blown up and ignored him the past day or so ago. He suddenly frowned.

"That…was you?"

Krad suddenly broke out into a relieved grin.

"I…hai, it was. Are you….are you still mad at me…?"

What kind of a question is that?!

Daisuke's rather conflicting look on his face was almost misinterpreted by Krad as a definite yes. Golden eyes darkened slightly in pain. Before Daisuke realized what his face was communicating-

"I…see…it's…I was being an idiot…really…" Krad seemed to be having problems finding the right words to say. The red head quirked an eyebrow.

"An idiot? That's putting it mildly." Daisuke sighed, still reluctant to be around Krad. The memory was still burning fresh in his mind and the older teen could sense it. "Why are you being so nice to me again? Don't you realize that you're acting very hypocritical? I don't take very well to being hurt repeatedly over and over…and I had thought you were so much more different than Dark and his crowd…" At the last few words, Daisuke's voice trailed off audibly into one of regret.

"Daisuke…" Krad swallowed, trying very hard not to act rashly yet again. Keeping a lid on emotions was never his strongest point…"Look…I really wasn't thinking at the time! I…I really like being around you-with you." Ruby eyes snapped up and locked onto golden ones, startled. A faint surprise blush crawled to his cheeks. Krad's words…he wasn't sure what it was about them, but the seemed to hold the weight to impress complete trust. "It's…it was…oh, it'll take forever to explain. Just promise me you'll come…"

"Come where?" Again, the customary gathering scowl crowded onto his face. "If you're…you better…if this is about that party…"

"You won't be alone."

"But it's Dark we're talking about here!! Dark!!"

Krad's gaze was solemn, understanding.

"I know."

Daisuke pouted cutely, sticking out his lower lip.

"You're asking a lot of me, Krad." The solemn tone in his voice was unmistakable. He ran his fingers through fiery red spiky tresses.

I know, Daisuke…

"Promise me you'll be there."

Silence. Ruby eyes broke their hold and slid to the ground beside Krad's feet.

"I can't promise you anything." The blond visibly deflated. "But I will try…try, mind you…" He added in a slightly disapproving tone, not too much unlike that of a parent's reprimanding of a disobedient child as Krad's expression brightened.

"I'll see you at seven o'clock sharp then."

Daisuke's eyes widened as Krad flashed him a warm smile and began walking off.

"W-whwaaa?? Nani?? Wait, Krad!! Krad!! Baka no Krad, I didn't say-!!!"

But the blond was well out of sight. The red head sighed, running his fingers through his hair again before letting his hand drop tiredly to his side.

Why is he so persistent…?It's really quite ridiculous…

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An unhealthy obsession…

You have become n object of my darker desires…

Those ruby eyes of yours…

Don't you understand how devastatingly they've destroyed what pleasant dreams I ever had left?

No…

I suppose you wouldn't…

But one thing I will make you understand…

Is that you belong to me-and only me!

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Awwww..Krad is sort of sort of not Daisuke's friend again…darn you Daisuke just let him be your friend already…-sigh- Not too much of Dark's insulting or physical abuse of Daisuke in this chapter. I swear, if I really had had another chapter consecutively of that, I would hate even myself for writing it…-sniff-

Not the best chap in the world (more like not the most coherrent one...-shifty eyes-), but like I said, it had to be slightly disjointed for a reason. So yups, click that lovely review button and lurv the dragon plushie wielding author!