Disclaimer: I no own, you no sue. (Crappy, but I can't think of anything else.)
Okay, let's just say I was kind of dealing with this extremely horrible writer's block and didn't have any ideas on how to get the story going. Sorry that it took so long, not that many of you care about my crappy story, but thanks for reviewing it! ) Anyway, enough of all that gloominess! Oh, and thanks –glomps Yugi- for telling me about the anonymous thingy. So now anyone can review this story, even if they don't have an account. /silences/ okay, let's just get on with the story…
Chapter ten: It was all his fault.Daisuke tossed and turned in his nightmares, sweating buckets. His hands were bleeding; his eyes were drowned in tears. Pain racked his body and prevented him from moving with ease. A figure loomed over him, hands stroke and fondled his sensitive skin, fondling around with his groin. "Please, satoshi...stop..." but the body instead piled its weight on Daisuke, causing the smaller boy to scream in pain. "Stop, please, STOP!"
"SSSSTOP!" Daisuke woke up in cold sweat. He winced slightly as he sat up, realizing that his wounds were cleaned and bandaged expertly. He was in a fresh set of clothes and he was in a bed way bigger than his own, which alarmed him. It definitely wasn't Satoshi's bed, 'cause it was of a royal amethyst, not slight azure. Searching in his memories, Daisuke suddenly remembered that Dark had came and beaten up bulge man. If so, then he must be in Dark's apartment. That would he had seen them! He had seen the hideous scars on his body, his limbs, everything… Daisuke felt tears gathering at the back of his eyes, which he hastily wiped away with the back of his hand before they have a chance to roll down his hurting cheeks.
The door suddenly creaked open and a surprised Dark appeared at the doorway, seeing the weepy and roused Daisuke in his bed, those bright red eyes clouded with sorrow and confusion. Dark slowly shuffled towards Daisuke, afraid to startle the sadden boy. Daisuke was deep in a trance, not noticing the purple haired figure behind. As Dark neared Daisuke, near enough to see tears in the other boy's eyes, he perceived that the eyes also seemed distant, dull and lifeless, as they stared at the window which had rainwater sliding down the glass pane. It was also slightly hailing as well.
A tap on his shoulder broke Daisuke from whatever trance he was from, bringing him back to the present and to face Dark's worried and concerned eyes. "D-Dark! Why a-are you in front o-of me?" Daisuke stammered, unable to hide his shock. Dark gently rested a hand on the shorter boy's shoulder, but Daisuke hastily cuffed it away, much to his regret. He didn't have any lesion on that particular shoulder, but he couldn't help reacting to Dark that way. Part of him actually wanted Dark's touch, but the part that screamed "NO!" overthrown the other part. Dark sighed in perceptive, knowing from our Mr. Krad that this was expected of his tamer.
"Dark, I-I'm really sorry…I didn't know what…he…I-" a finger on his lips silenced the red haired teen. Daisuke's head was lowered in shame and melancholy, mumbling 'sorry' over and over again until Dark unexpectedly cuddled him, but tenderly, so as to avoid hurting the other's injuries. This time, Daisuke managed not to push away the taller boy, though his skin irritated slightly due to the other 'experiences' he had. The red headed tamer coped with relaxing into the embrace, allowing himself to be comfort by Dark's warm presence and scent. "It's okay, I'll protect you, I promise…" that earned Dark a lamentation from Daisuke, soaking his shirt in tears of sorrow and relief. The thief managed to hear the words Daisuke sobbed and choked out in tears: "Thank you…D- (coughs) Dark…" Dark felt the red haired teen's grip on his shirt tighten, and then slacken again, signaling that the younger adolescent was overwrought and relieved at the same time.
"Dark, time for……dinner" Krad saw the touching sight, his eyes amplified in surprise, then relaxed in reprieve. No one moved nor said a word as Daisuke continued to cry and weep and sob and soaking Dark's shirt in even more tears, but the thief didn't mind the dampness. He was more concerned about helping Daisuke overcome the trauma, and right now, filling up the sniveling boy's belly, as he had been unconscious for a day already. The shorter boy was shivering vaguely, too, as he was only in his nightclothes. "Come on, you can cry yourself blind later, but first, get some food in your stomach." Daisuke pulled out of the warm cuddle reluctantly, which surprised him a bit, and swabbed the rest of his tears with the back of his hand. "I-I'm not hungry…" "You're a really bad liar, you know? I can already hear your stomach growling. And you've been sleeping for a day already." And needless to say, Daisuke's tummy actually started rumbling, indicating the hunger inside.
The shorter boy's face heat up faintly in slight embarrassment, not realizing that he was in reality that hungry, or that he had been sleeping that long. Guess he was really that tired, and he didn't truly have much of an appetite to eat anything. Daisuke gave in readily, but the minute he tried to stand up, his legs conceded and he collapsed onto the floor. "Daisuke, you okay? Are you painful anywhere?" "I think it's best if you rest in bed, your legs had been hurt real bad." Krad and Dark aided Daisuke back onto the regal amethyst bed, Krad volunteering to go down and get dinner while Dark stayed with Daisuke.
"Sorry, for troubling you all like this, I'll try to stand up as soon as I can." Dark look at Daisuke with a smile, a half-hearted one, but still a grin. The phantom thief pushed Daisuke's head soothingly onto his chest, feeling the shorter boy unwind. I'll tell you now, that the thief was never this peaceful with his other tamers in the past before, not even Daichii. He wasn't known for being soft and gentle, but tough and cunning instead. But for Daisuke, whom he was affectionate to, it was different. He loved the red haired teen, and no one can change that. When Krad came up with dinner, he found the pair of red and purple fast asleep. Thoughtfully, he set the tray with their provisions on the table and left the room soundlessly.
-----------------------------------------In Satoshi's room---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A boy with his clothes ripped clean off laid on his blood stained bed, the only thing covering his torso and lower part were his grayish bedspreads. His spectacles were thrown carelessly onto the floor, shattering the lenses to shards. Satoshi struggled to wake up, sitting up and pulling his legs up to his chest. "Morning already? Ouch…" the blue haired boy lifted his wrist in front of his eyes to see how bad the bruises were. Very bad. The bed sheets needed to be washed and his lens needed to be fixed, not that they were necessary. Satoshi stumbled into the bathroom and started to rinse himself clean of the grime of last night's 'marathon' session. His member was still throbbing when he allowed the cold water to flow down his aching body, soothing him slightly. Monday mornings are never nice. After trying to wash off that eerie feeling (and failing, again.) Satoshi stripped his bed of its sheets and dumped them in to the laundry basket, covering his bed with fresh new ones.
Dumping the clothes and bed sheets into his washing machine, Satoshi operated the thing and sat down, watching the spinning in a sort of trance, a trance that he often found himself in the morning, when his father raped him the previous night. It was comforting, yet peculiar at the same time. Satoshi shrugged it off and returned to call in sick. He didn't feel like school today. The clock in his bedroom ticked 9:15 a.m., which was usually the time when his father would be having a meeting, to busy to care or think about his foster son. It would be a good day.
After hanging up his washed clothes, Satoshi went upstairs and started to type out whatever stuffs a commander needs to do and then went on to reading books. Books about everything under the sun, including love. That's the only thing that he was confused about. His father, or foster father to be exact, never made him felt like love was a wonderful thing. More to the point, it made Satoshi felt as if love a really terrible thing. Or is love really that terrible? Maybe the people in the books were lying, that deep down inside, love was in truth a dreadful thing to feel. If so, then what was it that Satoshi felt for Daisuke? That warm feeling which a stark contrast to the cold and shameful feeling his father made him felt.
Maybe what his foster father made him felt wasn't love at all, but something else, something more sinister. All his life, Satoshi felt lied to, deceive, cheated by others from their own selfish gains. His father was never Mr. Wonderful, not that he ever saw. Every single day, he went home to an empty apartment. No one to greet him, no siblings, no parents, no one. The whole apartment was cold and lack of family warmth, even though he did have a father. Maybe that was why Satoshi's personality was so cold and emotionless. There was no kin warmth to cheer him up, no home cooked food to show care, no one to help him in times of sadness, no one to tell him everything will be alright.
No one. No one to comfort him, no one to pour out his woes on, no one who would truly understand him. There was the truth; Satoshi wasn't cold by nature, but because of lack of warmth. Lack of love. Only rapes, pain, aches, beatings and other negative emotions and the worst: Hatred to help him carry on. Nothing else, no one else, no soul or body to lend him a shoulder to lean on. Except, maybe, just maybe, Daisuke…
But wait, he already hurt Daisuke so much, why would the boy want to help at all? He'd ruined it, the first time he had raped Daisuke was the day he had ruined any small chances of escaping this eternally darkness. And it sucks. I, as the writer, will tell you this though: it was actually Kei who had ruined Satoshi's chances in my opinion, 'cause he was the one who shaped out Satoshi's cold personality, the one who had lied all this time. It was all his fault.
Phew! I'm finally done with this chapter! Sorry for the long wait, and I know this seems to talk more about Satoshi than Daisuke, but I want to do some justice for his cold personality. Hey, makes a bit of sense, doesn't it?
Anyway, thanks for reading this story! Please do review and tell me any way to deal with writer blocks! You know, it's kind of funny. One minute, yugioh was my favourite anime, and then the next, DN Angel /hugs Daisuke/Any one of you guys are the same? Sorry for this short chapter.