Weak – A DNAngel Fanfiction
Summary:During a trip to the mountains, Satoshi stumbled upon a boy who has fainted in the snow. He brought him back, and the boy changed much of his cold personality. Unfortunately, the boy was then kidnapped by an agent from Satoshi's own family. Will he succeed in rescuing him back?
Usual disclaimers apply.
.o.o.
The aftermath of his confession was nothing short from surprising. Daisuke was so shocked he sent his bowl of mashed potatoes flying to Satoshi's face. It's a good thing that the bowl was plastic.
The commander licked the food off his lips, and set the bowl on the little dining table again. He grabbed a box of tissues from a drawer and wiped his face, along with the hospital shirt the male nurses lent to him (since his clothes were drenched for being out in the snow).
"I…I…" Daisuke hesitated, covering his mouth with his hand. He looked genuinely reluctant to give an answer anytime soon. He grabbed a tissue and helped to wipe bits of the mashed potato off Satoshi's blue hair.
Satoshi held his wrist and kissed it. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said something like that while you are in such a state." He placed the petite hand beside Daisuke's body, and pressed the button at the side of the bed. The bed dropped slowly and the light dimmed. Satoshi ruffled the smaller boy's hair and stood up.
"I'm going to talk to the doctor about Dark's condition. I won't be long. Have a rest, you're still recuperating." He gave Daisuke a small smile and walked out of the room.
Daisuke nodded distractedly. There was a lot of confusing things on his mind, and he needed to sort them out… quickly.
Outside…
Satoshi closed the door behind him and stopped. He leaned against the door and frowned.
So much for being suave.
What's going to happen between him and Daisuke now…?
.o.o.
"Well, Dark-san is coping alright with the operation. They've succeeded in disposing of the bullet in his arm, but most critically, the bullet in his stomach is embedded deep, and is dangerously near to his left kidney. They're trying to get that one out as fast as they can." The doctor closed the flap on his chart.
"Meanwhile, Hiwatari-san, a few policemen are here to talk to you about the bullets… and other things. They're waiting in the Patients' Lounge. It further along from here, and on your first right."
Satoshi raised an eyebrow. Hopefully, they won't be father's candidates, he prayed. If it were father's candidates, and they know about what he did to father's bodyguards in the helicopter, there'd be hell to pay.
"Thank you." Satoshi bowed to the doctor and proceeded to meet the officers.
Thankfully, they're just the police officers like the ones from the Harada cabin. The blond cadet who accompanied Satoshi and Daisuke through the Death Dancer experience was still there, smiling sheepishly. Looks like he didn't really resign after all. Maybe he's still saving for that pearl necklace.
"So, what do you want to see me about?" Satoshi asked, standing with his hands in his pockets.
"Have a seat, Commander. We've got a lot to talk about." The taller policeman of the two, the one with the jet black hair, ordered. He looked strict and unforgiving, even though he was wearing casual clothes. Only the badge on his waist gave his identity away as a policeman.
Satoshi complied and sat silently on the armchair nearest to him.
"First off, I'm Officer Rikou. This is Trainee Officer Kazuki." Rikou introduced the blond cadet beside him.
"I understand that you're the son of Commissioner Kei Hiwatari, correct?"
Satoshi nodded curtly. "That's right."
"Well, that makes it easier for us. You do know that the man you have reported, Krad Szeinberg, has killed a suspect of our Harada murder case?"
"…No, I do not."
Rikou handed Satoshi a file. "The details are in this folder." Satoshi skimmed through the reports.
"On Sunday, the 16th of December, Keiji Yureki was shot eight consecutive times all over his body. Two in his head, three in his chest, and the rest in his stomach. We believe it is the work of Krad-san for a number of reasons. The bullets we dug out of the corpse were all consistent with a Firecast 2.3, an 8-spin revolver created uniquely for Krad-san, and is bound to his firearms license. Secondly, we found this at the crime scene. It was stuck behind a rock."
Rikou nodded at Kazuki. The trainee officer quickly withdrew a translucent plastic bag containing a silver cross.
"From our folder pictures of Krad Szeinberg… or, since the surname is not real - just 'Krad', this was sometimes tied at the end of his hair, is it not?"
Satoshi examined the cross with mild interest. "I apologize, but I have never met Krad-san before, so I am not aware of the accessories he chose for himself." Rikou sighed, and commanded Kazuki to take the cross back.
"This is the part that we wish to expand to you. Since your companions, Dark-san and Niwa-san, had close encounters with Krad-san, and was close friends with him before; I was wondering if you could ask them to verify that this cross is his. After all, Dark-san was shot by the same bullets Keiji was murdered with, and Niwa-san was rap-"
Satoshi stopped him before he could fully finish the 'r' word. He didn't want to break down again in front of these incompetent fools. "Are you saying that you didn't manage to capture Krad?"
Rikou's face steeled defensively. "Well… no." Satoshi glared at him.
"Then I have no reason to help you." If they couldn't even catch the one who violated his beloved effectively, then why should he help them fail again? Satoshi stood up to leave.
"Please understand the situation, Commander. This unfortunate event is indirectly linked to Niwa-san's assault." Rikou reminded, shaking the file Satoshi gave back to him.
"How so?" The blue-eyed teenager asked coldly, throwing Rikou a sharp glance.
"If we catch Krad-san, we would be solving all four cases at once. Sort of."
"And you're telling me that I should snap up that one-in-a-million chance of you nabbing that scoundrel?"
"Yes."
Satoshi grunted.
"Look, we already have some leads on the case. We're suspecting that the Commissioner had something to do wit-" Rikou slapped a hand over Kazuki's mouth. The trainee officer reeled back, rubbing his sore lips.
"That is classified information."
Satoshi turned to face them again. "Oh, I wanted him to continue."
"But…"
"Who knows! I might cooperate with you." Besides, Satoshi had a strong impression that his father really had something to do with everything that happened so far.
Rikou considered this for a moment. After a while, he reluctantly urged Kazuki to continue.
"If you would pardon me saying, sir, we think that Commissioner Kei Hiwatari is the leader of an underground cult called the Armageddon. As far as our information goes, Krad is the number one sadist in the mob, carrying out most of the group's dirty work all by himself. And it is said that the Commissioner is creating a bomb that could destroy the world!"
Rikou nudged Kazuki in the stomach. "Don't make it sound worse."
"Well, actually, he's just planning to use the bomb to threaten the Japanese government into giving him control over the financial quarter of the country. But that's still bad, right!"
Satoshi raised his eyebrows. "Then why didn't you just arrest my father instead of running around trying to catch a flea like Krad?"
Rikou chose to answer this one. "Unfortunately, we don't have enough evidence to imprison the Commissioner. Krad's our only known key to the organization. So… will you help us?"
Satoshi looked away. "…Alright. But if you waste Dais- I mean, Niwa's effort in telling you, I'm not going to let you get away with it."
Rikou was so relieved; he slumped into the chair he was sitting in. Kazuki gave the cross to Satoshi.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to check up on a friend of mine." And the Commander left.
.o.o.
He loved him.
He loved him.
He loved him.
He loved. Him.
After revising nearly a thousand ways to re-define the three-worded statement, Daisuke stopped.
His eyes concentrated on nothing in particular at the ceiling above, his brain gears reeling as if driven by a million hamsters.
He thought more deeply about the predicament he's in. No, the predicament both of them are in.
They're both guys, right? Unless Satoshi genetically mutated during his stay in the resort, he's still a guy (and a handsome one, at that). And Daisuke's pretty sure he's a straight guy. I mean, he still has something down there that he takes great pride in.
…Maybe he's bent?
Not in the mental sense, but as in… the gender-conscious sense? He has to admit, he looks quite feminine. But he didn't act like a girl. Never. He never said anything like, 'I need to get a manicure', right? And he never worries about slimming down a bit, or dieting. And he certainly never played with lingerie or stuff like that.
"Then why does Satoshi like… no, love me?"
…Why indeed?
.o.o.
"…Yes, I believe Dark-san is ready for visitors. We've given him some anaesthetics to allow time for his wounds to heal, but you've got a few minutes before it takes effect. He's placed in the ICU unit, as you might already know, and his room number is 23."
Satoshi held the doctor back for a second. "My other friend, Daisuke Niwa, wishes to visit Dark. May I borrow a wheelchair, please? And if possible, can you tell me the location of a telephone in the hospital so that I could contact their parents?"
The doctor thought for a moment. "Well, you can get the wheelchair from the nurse's desk over there, and the telephone is near to the Patients' Lounge, the place that you had just returned from."
"Thank you."
"It was my pleasure. Call on any doctor or nurse in here if you need any further help."
Satoshi nodded as the doctor wished him a pleasant evening. He stared at his watch. Half past nine. Since he had special permission to remain beside Daisuke's side, he was allowed to stay beyond visiting hours. That was a relief for him.
Anyway, he turned to the nurse at the desk near to him.
"May I have a wheelchair, please?"
"Of course, you can, honey. Just sign this logbook over here."
Satoshi moved his right hand to do so, but instead he was brought to look at the condition of the bandage wrapped around his hand. It was so dirty he actually grimaced. Even the nurse gasped in horror.
"Mercy! What is that horrifying thing!"
"It's my hand." Satoshi sounded quite offended.
"What happened to it! We need to get that fixed, darling, pronto! Think about the germs! The germs!"
She dragged Satoshi for to the nearest supplies closet and snatched every anti-bacterium bottle she could fit in her arms… amongst other things.
She then hauled Satoshi to a sink nearby. While she disposed the filthy bandage, the water in the sink was allowed to well up. She then poured the anti-bacterium into the water, and dipped Satoshi's hand into it.
Yes, I know that's a bit extreme. But that bandage hasn't been changed for quite some time. And the blood was drying up.
Satoshi winced at the pain. Although most of the gash has sealed up, there's still a part of it that's still red, a sign of a new layer of flesh. And that part stung the most when it came in contact with the water.
"Sorry, dearie, but this won't be a moment." The nurse let Satoshi's hand stay in the water for a few more seconds before she took it out and wiped it gently dry, before enveloping it with a new layer of pure-white bandage.
"Who bandaged your hand before? It was so lovingly done; it looked like the handiworks of a trained nurse!" Satoshi blushed a tint. Lovingly done…? Daisuke did wrap it slowly so that Satoshi wouldn't feel much of the pain. Does that count as 'lovingly done'?
"Anywho, let's get you - or whoever it is you're getting it for - a wheelchair, okay?" The nurse pulled him back to the desk.
"Uh… yeah."
.o.o.
"Hello." Satoshi said stiffly, steering the wheelchair to the side of the bed. Daisuke blushed and smiled at him.
"Dark's ready for us to visit him. So…" Satoshi offered Daisuke his hand to help him into the chair. Daisuke shook his head wildly.
"I… don't actually need a wheelchair…" He said stubbornly, swinging his legs onto the floor and standing up.
He actually did okay for the first few seconds, but after that he started to wobble from lack of energy. He shrieked and fell onto Satoshi, who in turn fell onto the hospital bed. It took them quite a bit to realize that they were in a very awkward position.
"S-Sorry!" Daisuke tried to push himself off the commander, but Satoshi kept him back, so he fell again. The sixteen-year-old boy blushed as Satoshi smirked. The blue-eyed teenager wrapped his arms around Daisuke.
"Now who's the smart one…?" Satoshi whispered into Daisuke's ear, as the boy shuddered from the touch of his breath. The commander lifted the smaller boy up and gently released him into the wheelchair.
Daisuke's face was still fiery from their close contact.
"You're so light. Have you eaten anything solid since you were submitted into the hospital?" Satoshi slowly carted the patient out of the room and into the corridor, and they slowly made their way to the ICU unit.
"I… I remember a chicken sandwich…"
Satoshi sighed. "After we see Dark, we're going straight to the cafeteria."
"Aren't patients supposed to remain in their rooms?"
Satoshi chuckled. "…Just this once, I'm sure the doctor will give us permission."
At that time, Daisuke decided that he definitely likes Satoshi's caring side.
…But does he love it?
.o.o.
Okay, that's long enough. I said that everything's going to be explained in this chapter, but I guess I got carried away by everything… maybe in the next one. Hey, cheer up, it means that Weak will be around for a little bit longer…
See everyone in the next chapter! …And thanks for the reviews!
P/S: Oh and berettaboy, I've changed what the doctor said. Now that you mention it, what you're saying is right u-u; This one must be a street-wise doc or something. But I've changed it.
And Daishi: THANK YOU FOR TELLING ME! Did you find that out in Volume 8 or something…? I don't have that one yet, so…
