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DARKXDAI KRADXSATO SATOXDAI YAOI
Chapter 7 is here! Many thanks to those who reviewed the last chapter, it helps to keep me motivated!
dnangel648: Another who wants to kill Risa! Dark and Dai is my fav pair too!
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Rio Hime: I'm glad you liked this one too! Out of interest, what is the job that you were late for lol
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Finally, yes, finally-the story has moved one day on! I can't believe it took 6 whole chapters! I'm not planning on taking so long again, as this does take place in one week ( 7x6 chapters too much). By the way it is now Tuesday in the story in case you were confused (like I am). Anyway enough of the pointless rambling here's chapter 7!
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Chapter 7: Headmaster
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Daisuke Niwa stretched out and emitted a low groaning noise. A few minutes ago, he thought he had something like a giant gong crashing metallically from the distance, but suspected he had still been dreaming. Now, the only noise was that of many feet against the bare wood floor outside in the corridor-a stampede. He should probably be out there with them. What had Dark said last night about breakfast?
"You better be up early or everything will be gone," Dark had smirked at him over his shoulder as he left Daisuke to unpack, "I'll see you around, I've got important business to attend to,"
What "important business" was that? Daisuke had been brutally disappointed when Dark had hardly stayed for a couple of minutes with him in his new dorm. Sure, it was boring to unpack, but he had been so convinced that Dark would do anything for him…how stupid. The honeymoon period of their friendship was over, if they had ever really had a friendship anyway. Hmm, honeymoon. Feeling his thoughts drift into dangerous waters, Daisuke quickly anchored his attention to the note his mother had left poking out of a pocket in his suitcase. He was now shoving on his uniform ( a clean set) and critically looking at himself in the mirror. Daisuke was not vain, or obsessed with his appearance, but for some reason he wanted to look especially good today. Of course, subconsciously he had a pretty good idea that the reason he was pouting in irritation at his stubbornly spiky hair was for a certain new "friend".
Before leaving, he casually picked up the note and the necklace hidden behind it. Unusually cold eyes scanned the motherly scrawl, "…remember what you have to do Daisuke, and that you have no choice. Kosuke says to watch out for the headmaster, he will get in your way." His stomach lurched a little, remembering that Satoshi and Krad had met the headmaster last night. Why had he asked those two to meet him so late? Was it for important business? The same important business that Dark apparently had? Daisuke shook himself. No, those three must not matter to him, although he was desperate to make friends it was pointless to get close to these people. No, he should try to get on with them, at least make an effort. His inner demon and angel raged against each other but the latter won as usual. With a gigantic sigh, Daisuke tied the necklace carefully around his neck. The black thread contrasted beautifully against his pale skin, but the two items hanging from it banged against his chest under his clothes, hidden from view.
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Satoshi Hiwatari sipped at his earl grey tea as if he were sucking a lemon, avoiding the attention of the golden-haired boy slinking round the tables towards him. He should have known better than to hope Krad would not be patrolling the breakfast room today, especially since he himself was here. Now, he understood everything. He knew why Krad magically appeared wherever he was, he knew why he always had a prickling in the back of his neck and where those random gifts had come from. The head-boy had not been acting on the commands of the headmaster, but on his own desires. Despite all this, there was one thing Satoshi did not understand. He had no idea why he felt so increasingly more breathless as Krad got increasingly closer to him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a flash of red, and made for it as quickly as possible.
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I'm not even surprised, Daisuke grinned to himself, as he passed Takeshi and his friends sitting round on of many circular tables, sipping daintily at their tea with frilly napkins tucked into their front. He guessed that this was part of the "school etiquette" which Dark had warned him about that first time that they had met. The breakfast room itself was basically an extremely spacious extension on the side of the old school building. Everything was white, including the diamond chandelier hanging from the ceiling. His tray was packed with various delights from the "Continental Breakfast Buffet"-food was about the only thing that the school did well.
He had expected to find Dark, waving dramatically at him with a seat saved beside him, but he seemed to be absent from breakfast. This second and deeper disappointment left Daisuke too shy to sit with any of the other students. Instead, he picked a tiny rickety table right in the corner of the room. Before he had even sat down, a blur of blue appeared opposite the table to him.
"Oh…hi Satoshi!" Daisuke put on his most friendly smile.
"Er, yeah, hi."
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Satoshi was even more uncomfortable than before, if that was possible. Seeing the adorable face of Daisuke brought back more difficult memories from yesterday. The events last night had almost made him forget little Daisuke, who was actually his first kiss. Two kisses, he couldn't believe he had kissed someone and been kissed by another person all in the same day. For someone as anti-social as Satoshi, this was terrifying. Now both these people were in the same room as each other.
"Um, Satoshi, do I have to put on the napkin like this? It's just everyone else has so I thought…" He looked up to see Daisuke struggling with the napkin, if such a thing were possible.
"Yes, it's all the stupid headmaster's rules. K-k-krad will punish you if you don't," Satoshi avoided Daisuke's curious look as he stuttered. Oh crap, what is wrong with me!
Satoshi was about to reach over and help him, but he was beaten to it.
"I'll do that," came a razor sharp voice.
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Krad took the napkin, and as slowly as he possibly could ,tucked the soft scrap of material into Daisuke's shirt, deliberately letting his fingers stoke the smaller boy's skin. He relished the combined embarrassment and horror in Satoshi's eyes. Finally, he was going to make him his own. Last night, Satoshi's body had reacted in a way that clearly showed his feelings. Now there was no stopping Krad. Just as he brought his fingers up, though, his hands alighted on a necklace hidden behind the shirt. He felt two soft objects , he knew exactly what they were without evening looking. He also felt the magic throbbing out of them.
This necklace was probably the only thing in existence that could distract him from Satoshi. He felt his body go rigid, a sickening coil of fear in his stomach. Daisuke looked up at him, eyes wide.
"So you're finally here." Krad found his voice to be soft yet weighed down with a terrible despair. He opened his mouth to say more, but realised the implications, batted his golden eyes and left the two together alone. He resumed stalking round the tables, but did not enjoy the fear in the student's eyes as he usually did. Now he only had fear from himself, and a strangling sadness. He had finally caught Satoshi in his web, but it was too late, his own fate had caught up with him.
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Daisuke still shook from Krad's icy touch, and a panic beyond anything he had felt before. Krad knew who he was! He knew what the feathers were for! But how could he possibly know? Daisuke's head reeled with yet more questions. Suddenly, he didn't feel hungry anymore. What a disaster, his mother would be ashamed that her son should stumble at the very first hurdle.
"Daisuke." He looked up to see Satoshi glancing back and forth between him and Krad.
"What was that about…is it…did you know Krad before you came here?"
Daisuke's mind went blank, quickly, he had to think of a cover-up. Stupidly, he took the one offered to him.
"Yeah, um, I've known him for a long time actually and I guess Krad was happy to see me," he winced internally at his own words.
He could feel jealousy literally radiating off Satoshi, which shocked him, as the blue-haired boy usually seemed so emotionless. Something had seriously rattled him.
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Satoshi had never been so jealous in his life. He took Daisuke by the scruff of his neck and shook him. Takeshi and his friends broke out of their posh masquerade for a minute and sniggered at the sight of the notoriously cool Satoshi shaking Daisuke wildly. Satoshi had no control over his emotions. Daisuke's face was so close to his own they nearly touched.
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Dark trotted down the corridor, immensely pleased with himself. Stealing these paintings was going to be a piece of cake. The headmaster obviously had no idea how to manage security, and with all the Hikari artworks on show this Friday…well it was just too easy. Plus, he was going to have an audience. Dark momentarily fantasised about Daisuke screaming like a lusty fangirl as he expertly snatched the painting right infront of Sir Augusta. The old fart was finally going to get what was coming to him, and Daisuke's heart would be his, noone got in the way of-
Dark stood agape at the door to the breakfast room. It was like a terrible deja-vu. Satoshi and Daisuke were just a heartbeat away from each other. He was sure they were about to kiss. Dark turned on his heel, face contorted with pain. On his way out, he threw the cake he had stolen for Daisuke in the bin.
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Daisuke and Satoshi walked silently to class, neither looking at each other. Satoshi was still brimming with envy, the image of Krad touching Daisuke's chest replaying in his mind. Then, the image of Daisuke's face close to his, his breath on his face. He still felt attracted to Daisuke, but this was marred by his anger.Then, oh god, there was Krad. He took his place and started his daily ritual of cleaning his glasses, staring out of the window, then cleaning his glasses, then staring out he window…
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Daisuke laid his head down on his desk. Now Krad knew, his task was near impossible. Also, it looked like he had absolutely no friends here at all, as Satoshi was mad with him and Dark had completely disappeared. It seemed like a complete disaster.
"Ok, um, today we will be doing…oh great…."
Daisuke looked up to see a familiar girl with short hair. She stood at the front of the class, determined not to be embarrassed. Some of the guys were giggling, "she looks no older than us", "she hot."
"Right. Today we will be doing sex education."
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Krad felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, but didn't bother to answer it. He knew who it would be, the headmaster of course. He didn't care if the old man got angry. There were more important things to worry about now, like his remaining time left and what he should do with it. Satoshi's face instantly appeared in his thoughts. The passionate kiss, the feeling of Satoshi's body, his erection…
Krad wanted that again.
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Dark was surprised to find himself in class. His desk actually had a layer of dust. How long since he had actually been here? He got a some odd looks from his peers as he slammed himself down in his chair, before getting out a razor and angrily carving into the table. He looked up, and was even more shocked to see the golden wonder boy enter the room. At least he wasn't the only one depressed. Krad looked like his life was officially over.
If only Dark knew the truth.
But now, it was time for Dark's life to be over too.
Risa Harada walked into the room.
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"So,well, I guess you guys know a lot of this already," Riku could feel the blood rush to her face. She was never, ever,ever going to forgive Risa for this as long as she lived. Why does it have to be sex ed?! It could have been anything else, but no. So it's a twisted and perverted school. Great.
She looked down at the sheet they had given. Oh no, not diagrams. Maybe she would bypass that section. Ok, ok, umm…homosexuality? Riku gritted her teeth. It looked like the least graphic thing on the sheet anyway.
"Right well, we are going to look at probably the least discussed aspect of this course. Homosexuality,"
She was met by an unforgiving silence.
"Ok, aheh, right so…you know it's like when a person likes people of the same sex. People can get pretty, um, angry about it because they think that it is wrong and unnatural, but um-"
"Are you gay?" Takeshi blurted out.
"No!" Riku screeched.
Remind me, she thought, to never become a teacher.
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Dark was floored.
"What fresh hell is this?!" he demanded.
"OHMYGOD I'M IN DARK'S CLASS!" Risa did a little dance of joy before falling over, then picking herself up again trying to pretend nothing had happened. She was met by stony glares.
"Weeelll class. Today we were supposed to do some maths or something. But that's stupid so I decided to do something much more fun…" Dark balled his hands into fists. This was not going to be good.
"I'm going to teach you how to put make-up on!"
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Daisuke could feel himself glowing with embarrassment, but thankfully no one seemed to notice. As soon as Riku had mentioned homosexuality, he couldn't stop thinking about Dark. Could it be possible…no he couldn't think like that. It was just that every time he pictured Dark's face, the glitter in his eye and radiant hair, he felt this funny feeling in his stomach. It was like there were butterflys trapped in there, or something. Then, Dark's strange scent would come back to him, or the memory of how it felt when he was close to him. Did he have a crush on Dark? The word "crush" conjured up images of him as some fan girl , worshipping Dark. He dismissed the thought, but actually quite liked it.
Dark was definitely not gay. He was a typical magnet for women, tall, handsome and confident. It was likely someone else had their eye on him, and before he knew it, Dark would be snogging some girl right in front of him. The thought made him bristle with…envy. Suddenly, Daisuke let down the inner barriers he had placed for himself, he opened up his subconscious desires and imagined himself in the place of that girl. In Darks arms with his tongue in his mouth-
"Daisuke Niwa, and Dark Mousy, please report to the headmaster's office immediately,"
Daisuke jolted, everyone turned to look at him.
"Oh, you better go then," Riku nodded at him.
His stomach doing summersaults, he ran out of the classroom, hoping he could somehow find his way to the headmaster's office, and to Dark...
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Dark looked blankly at himself in the mirror that Risa held up for him. His eyelashes were now elongated femininely with deep purple mascara.
"Ooooooh, Dark, you look so cute! Now let me put some lipstick on you! Just wait a sec!" Risa chirruped, causing Dark to scowl. As she bounded away like some hyperactive bouncing ball Dark felt something tap him on the shoulder. He turned to be faced by two deeply golden eyes, now framed by black eyeliner, so they appeared twice the size. They pierced him with a maddening gaze.
"I have to talk to you Dark, about that little ginger runt-"
"I don't want to talk about that."
"Dark, please," Krad was actually begging.Disturbed by the desperation in Krad's face, Dark gave in.
"Yeah, fine so what's the problem,"
"Today, I found out he was wearing the necklace. The one with the two feathers which means he's the-"
"Daisuke Niwa, and Dark Mousy, please report to the headmaster's office immediately,"
"Dammit", Dark, Krad and Risa all said simultaneously.
He knows I'm going to steal the paintings, Dark thought
He knows about Daisuke Krad thought
And cherry red would have looked so good on him too Risa thought
Dark walked stiffly from the room, as if to his own death.
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Sir Augusta paced the room, stopping only to pick up a framed photograph of an extremely pretty but sad looking women. She had blonde hair that fell like a waterfall down to her waist.
"My precious Freedert," for a second his voice was sweet with affection, then sour with rage, "It would appear that there are two thieves in this school, not just one. I shall make them both pay, I will take away what is most important to them if they dare try and take what is most important away from me."
KNOCK KNOCK
Reluctantly he put the picture down.
"You may enter."
Although the hair of the woman was extremely feminine, the face did not match at all.
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Next chapter: Headmaster part two
As Dark cried, the mascara bled down his face.
"I'll do anything, just please don't hurt Daisuke,"
"Oh, you'll do anything?"
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