Disclaimer: I don't own a thing of DNAngel- DNAngel and all it's characters/plot belong toYukiru 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…
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Everything I Hate Revolves Around You
Lament 10: The Art of Seductive Surrender
Dark was enjoying making the red head squirm in his seat. He relished with some feverish desire how those unnatural ruby eyes could shine with happiness, then slid to undulated hate for him the next, how the spiky hair he cherished above all else yet mocked the most fell over his eyes, so delicate even as he slipped spare strands behind one ear. He took interest in the mesmerizing was Daisuke could work with his fingers and he remembered how shy they could be as well…
He knew he had it bad for the ruby eyed boy, but what could he say? It was always the worse of demons to fall for the most unreachable and most abused fallen angels. Yes. Dark's lips curled into a twisted smirk. His Dai-chan had fallen straight from a battered heaven into his arms. It was arms he had every right to resist, but never to forcefully flee from. The smirk turned wicked. Oh yes, he had ripped those wings off long before he knew he even had them-but it was merely a precaution to make sure he wouldn't dare to fly away…
But maybe the abuse had been but too much, too marked to chase him to his prick of a cousin or even worse…he grimaced. That Riku girl…she was a friend but only on the very sparsest of terms. And her obvious advances on his rightful bounty had just put her on the warning list. The smile returned as he continued to steal lingering glances at Daisue. Of course…for why did he need to worry? Already his Daisuke was crumbling in the new wave of confusion he was swirling around him. Daisuke was questioning and Dark knew with 70 percent certainty that Daisuke remembered what happened to him at the party but not the one who's touch he was so hung up on. And yet, his body remembered-and it was breaking him whenever he reached out his pale fingers to even tease the thought that he would touch him again.
The temptation was very real. But unlike his bruised red angel, he had a grip on his emotions.
Such a fool, Dark thought. You think you have a freedom in release from the torment but you have yet to grasp that it is but yet another dream, another illusion to keep you even more closely tied to me. You will have to learn before you grow back stronger wings that you can not rely on anyone else but me. This is the delusional calm before the storm…and that calm ends today.
It was time to tighten the leash on his red head and bring him close.
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"This is sooo stupid…" Daisuke breathed in annoyance. He could not believe their teacher even assigned this ridiculous project.
He wasn't the only one.
"Sonnets??" Argentine whined plaintively. "Do we have to seriously do this??"
"Oh shut up…" Krad muttered viciously. "Stupid whiney immature…"
"Argentine's right." Some random classmate piped up. "Why the heck are we even doing this?"
Apparently, this wasn't new news to the teacher. He huffed slightly, puffing up as he did so. The complaints were way too parallel and highly annoying. It was like this for all periods every single year when sonnet writing came along…
All because everyone knew that he paired people off with the person they'd least socialized with and who'd end up being at each other's throats.
"Yeah, I don't mind if we do this alone…"
"But working with someone else? Doesn't that like, kill the creative process or something?"
"Poem writing is supposed to be isolated with-"
His bright red face was the only warning the class had before-
"ENOUGH!"
The yell shook the entire class and even the worst of the grumblers fell rigidly silent under the smoldering glare.
"You will all…" Their teacher narrowed his eyes, teeth gritted. "Pair up, write five sonnets with collaborated effort if it kills you and you will turn them in by this Friday."
He reached for a sheet of paper on his desk and cleared his throat before going on.
"Now I have a list of everyone and their partners…" A collective groan was herald by this and he threw his class another bitter glare. "And there will be no switching partners, no whining, moaning, complaining about it…now let's see…" His eyes traveled down the list. "Hmph, Krad, you're working with Riku…"
Krad scowled considerably, and Daisuke felt a tad bit sorry for him-working with her, from experience, was a bit trying when she wasn't focusing. That, unfortunately happened 50 percent of the time…
"Risa you'll work with Argentine…"
"Damn that witch." The smaller blond hissed under his breath as Risa seemed to be struggling between disgust and bubbly joy. And the list went on-
"…And Daisuke, you'll be working with…" There was a pause and Daisue fixed ruby eyes onto his sensei. The whole class seemed to be holding their breaths. "…Dark."
The boy's insides turned to burning ice and he felt himself shrink slightly in his seat. Of course, the rumors that the teacher purposely paired up those that hated each other…Daisuke hadn't believed a whiff of them. Until now.
Dark's quite broad, ill-bearing grin was obviously not improving Daisuke's mood. He shrank a bit more in his seat as the teacher waved his hand casually, signaling them to move to respective desks to begin working, but Daisuke was loathe to even bring himself any closer to Dark.
"Come now, I can't write sonnets with you sitting that far from me…" The voice was gratingly teasing, yet not ruthlessly edgy. "After all…it's all collaborative, or did you forget?"
Daisuke, tight lipped and not trusting himself to speak forced himself to grab a chair and pull it up in front of Dark's desk. Already arguments and shouting matches were blowing up around them, but it was mainly form the Argentine/Risa grouping and the Krad/Riku one, though it was actually Krad doing most of the bickering and griping. Riku was just taking a glazed backseat view of things and rolling her eyes.
And though it all, the teacher didn't give a wit.
And all of the groups, only the one consisting of Daisuke and Dark were utterly silent.
Well, not really.
"So, what should we write about…?" Ruby eyes shot Dark a withering glare. It was obvious who was staring the one sided conversation. A sudden gentle nudge of his foot under the table made Daisuke jump, eyes widening, startled. The nudge asked an unspoken question-well?
The look Dark got now was-does it look like I care? Good thing Dark was good at reading looks.
"Well, it's not like the teacher really gave up anything concrete…"
Still nothing. The only movement was a subtle crossing of his arms defensively across his chest.
"…no directions, anything…" A brief frown drifted across his face. This was getting irksome. Was the boy literally trying to tick him off without saying a word?? Well, all he had to say was that it was working extremely well.
No matter, my little red angel…He told himself quietly as he observed the rigid silence and finding even that…endearing. In a very weird, I'd-love-to-strangle-the-living-daylights-out-of-you kind of way. Yup. Highly romantic. Dark calmly pulled out a couple sheets of paper and passed them over to Daisuke who promptly gave them just as much of a disgusted look as he did their passer. Again, he felt like laughing, but not in a cruel way.
"Must we be so despairing?"
Garnet eyes gave him yet another in its endless string of mutilating glares and he folded his arms even more tightly.
"Just…write down ideas. Anything that comes to mind." But with some betrayed amusement could he see that the only thing Daisuke wanted to fixate on was his desire to kill him…
Even that, which had been the closest Dark had come to teasing the red haired teen wasn't enough to illicit a response.
"Hmmn. Well then I suppose…" He paused. "Since we're getting absolutely nowhere at school, it would be better to work at my house…"
In the blink of an eye, Daisuke had snatched a sheet and began to scribble words and ideas down while Dark watched, a playful smile on his face.
Score.
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But by Thursday, a day before the sonnets were due, they were two short. And Daisuke realized with dread that there was no way he'd-they'd, he grudgingly told himself, hating to remind himself that he was working with Dark-make the deadline.
Unless-
"Let's work and finish this at my house." The voice Daisuke had told himself he hated broke into his thoughts. For two days straight, he managed to say not a word to the demon and Daisuke was feeling highly accomplished. But today seemed to grind badly on his nerves and he had to really bite down to keep from answering Dark verbally.
Krad had weaned off apologizing but he was now giving Daisuke the most frightening looks that bordered between seemingly wanting to rip him away from Dark and wanting to cuddle next to him. A rather highly disturbing thing it was for the red head. On top of that, Risa would say hi to him one moment then blast her head off about having to work with 'that ever so annoying Krad'. Oddly, Daisuke felt as if he had been shoved into the middle of a rather bad feud…
But that was the least of his problems.
He could either-
a) say hell no and get an 'F' possibly for not having it completed or
b) grudgingly tag along to his tormentor's house, subjecting himself to ten times worse torture than normal and get an 'A'
Hmmn. That, was a hard one. And 'F' with no possibility of turmoil or an 'A' with the worst time in hell imaginable?
The black haired boy silently went over all the work they had so far, patiently using it as a façade. In reality he was waiting for Daisuke's response and it was all up in the air for him. He mumbled listlessly to himself, counting and recounting syllables to keep his roving mind away from the distracting blood red eyes, the gentle unconscious tugging of fingers on bright red strands of hair.
This line has more than ten syllables…oh wait, I see, that counts for one…Dark thought to himself then sighed, frustrated. Oh who am I kidding? I can't distract myself worth my life! Dark tossed the papers aside and the red head jumped, gaze riveting to Dark's.
"Have you decided yet?" The older teen hadn't meant for his voice to come out strained. "Because, frankly, I do not want to get an 'F' on some ridiculous project like this and screw over both our grades…"
As if you'd care, the look shot back at him. Words weren't needed for the red head at least. Dark chuckled instantly, making the glare falter. Dark leaned back in his seat.
"Well, if your grade means so little to you that you'd throw it away…fine by me. But I'd really think you'd better answer me or we'll be mulling over this for the entire period."
"Fine."
The snipped word made them both blink.
"Nani?"
"I said…" Daisuke gritted his teeth. No going back now. "Fine. I'll go."
With an inwardly triumphant smirk, he scribbled something on a separate sheet of paper and tossed it over to Daisuke. Just as he picked it up, the bell rang.
"Right after school, meet me at the front gates. We'll walk there. Don't forget." Dark slung his backpack over his shoulder as cast Daisuke a final smoldering look that was quite far from being disgusted before heading out the door.
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Daisuke Niwa wished for the millionth time that he wasn't cursed with such bad luck as he trudged along in silence next to Dark. Upon hearing the news, Krad instantly turned very sour and looked as if he would feel quite obliged to reach down Dark's throat and rip out his spleen in a very painful manner. And his words were just as descriptive, finding the red head to be laughing weakly at Krad's fiery speech with marked nervousness.
Yet again, his hand went to the piece of paper in his pocket. Dark had hastily penned out his address and phone number (not that he was in want of it-why the heck would he need that demonic tweaker's personal info anyways?) on it. He didn't need it, not that he bothered telling Dark that particular piece of information. After all, it wasn't as if he would hang on to it…
"Here we are."
And Daisuke yearned, yet again, not to have ever come back.
In the light of mid afternoon, everything had a sharper, more ordered appearance than before, but that didn't ease any of Daisuke's misgivings. He was loath to even walk into the living room and broken memories began to surface. The boy sighed and forced himself to sit on the sofa, shuddering.
Dark entered the room, causally tossing his backpack aside.
"My mom's not getting back until six, dad's not until ten. Want anything to drink?"
There was a beat of silence and Dark almost expected this to be just as bad as in the classroom. Suddenly-
"Why the hell are you acting all nice and crap like you even give a damn?"
The bitter inquiry caught Dark completely by surprise. But if there was anything the older male was go at it was recovery.
"What?" He gave Daisuke a pointed look. "Do you want me to act like I hate your guts, throw insults at you like there's no tomorrow and belittle your very existence into the dirt? Is that what you want?"
"It's the only thing I'm used to!" Daisuke burst out on impulse. There was a shocked silence and in that silence Daisuke realized what he said and shrank against the couch. He would have killed for Dark to be nice and civil to him for an hour and already he was telling his tormentor to give it another go and return to the way he was. The red head thought he had just went mental. A-wall. Loco. Nothing was said, no gesture made, nothing…
"I'll go get some drinks."
The randomness and detached quality of his statement made Daisuke blink owlishly. He didn't even twitch as Dark left the room in an air of surreal calm and came back with two glasses of…
"I think this is your favorite, if I'm not mistaken?"
"AriZona green tea?" Daisuke couldn't help but perk up considerably at that, though he wished he wasn't so easily swayed as he took the glass without hesitation.
Dark allowed himself a very brief genuine smile that Daisuke missed and sat down next to him. He cradled his own glass, talking brief sips while the red head downed his glass eagerly.
"Ah…" Daisuke sighed, sinking back into the couch. A fleeting thought crossed his mind that made him sit back up again, frowning considerably. "Hey wait…" He turned on his normal I-despise-you-because-you're-you glare to Dark. "You didn't…this isn't…spiked…is it?"
Dark burst out laughing. The red head was very confused. Slowly, he was being exposed to sides of Dark that were frighteningly…normal. Kind. This wasn't him…wasn't the same dastardly smirking ego-driven teen he had been bullied by. Still chuckling, he took both his glass and Daisuke's and placed them on the center table in front of the sofa. As he did so, their fingers barely brushed against each other, throwing Daisuke's heart into overdrive for no reason. There was something oddly familiar in that simple warmth that sent heat rushing to his cheeks. Daisuke quickly ducked his head away.
"You think…I would seriously spike a brand of tea you love?" Dark rolled his eyes, laughter still bubbling through his words. "You would know if anything was foreign in it the moment you downed it like you did…" The male studied the red head intensely. "By the way, that glare really doesn't suit you-it's rather unbecoming of you…"
"B-baka no Dark…" He mumbled, the damned blush still not receding. He folded his arms in a pathetic display of defensiveness.
"I'm not an idiot." His face was only half serious. "And I…Daisuke...are you…?" His familiar smirk was crawling abck to his face. "blushing…?"
"I-i-i-e!!" The red head stammered terribly, scooting away from the predatory gleam in Dark's eyes, half flailing. "N-no…!! Baka, baka, baka, Dark!!! Get!" He made a pathetic shooing motion as Dark scooted closer, effectively pinning him at the end of the couch. "Back!! Back!! Argh!! What the hell is your problem???"
Dark was almost…having fun.
Hands sinking into the cushions he pinned Daisuke to the very end of the couch and into the arm rest. As he leaned forward and over him, Daisuke shrank as far back as he could.
"A-ano…" Daisuke mumbled, biting his bottom lip. "Na…nani…? Our homework…"
"It can wait."
Eyes smoldering brighter, Dark moved in uncomfortably closer. Now Daisuke was freaking out-badly.
"D-dark?? S-stop…" he squirmed. This wasn't funny any more. Not that it ever was to begin with, he added hastily. And Dark was practically in his lap…
Thin, skilled fingers trailed down his flushed face and he eeped, face reddening even more. "D-d-d-dark…"Daisuke tried to put some strong dissent of warning behind his voice, but it only came out as slightly squeaky. Those same fingers hooked under his chin and tilted his face up until he was forced to look into dizzied violet depths and no where else. "Please…don't…what are you…?"
Gentle lips made a beeline for his forehead and he almost sighed in relief. Wait-why would he even be relieved in a situation like this? More importantly-why was Dark doing this?? Pressing small, porcelain-soft kisses on his brow, the lips traveled down his cheek, swept up to his small nose then pulled away. The red head was trembling violently, writs securely held in an iron grip, strong vivid flashes of the last time this kind of thing happened playing over in his mind. At this point he was well beyond the normal state of shock. He was in full blown paralysis.
Dark's mouth hovered haltingly over Daisuke's own and the red head wanted to scream, kick, bite, something to get him away. Because he could read the expression on his face as clear as day-and it scared that living day light out of him. A thumb reached out to gently rake over his plump mouth and, though he shivered in slight delight at the touch, he was horrified, knowing full well what would happen if he stayed any longer.
"Daisuke…" He whispered, the gentle puff of his breath rippling over softer, almost fuller lips
That was the trigger.
With a weak cry, he shoved Dark off of him. Taken by surprise yet again, he toppled off and away, long limbs twisting in a rather unattractive heap on the floor. Sitting up to a shaky upright position, he stumbled off the couch and reached numbly for his backpack. It wasn't a hell, but it was just as confusing and chaotic.
He would have rather taken an 'F'.
He ran out of there and set the world record for ever leaving the demon's place without getting chased down.
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Friday. To Daisuke's astonishment, they didn't get an 'F' like he had originally thought.
They got an A+.
A mass of conflicting emotions plagued him throughout the period and more so as the bell released them for their next class. Dark had not spoken a word to mark his presence-he hadn't really known he even came that day, so wrapped up in his thoughts as he was.
He meandered to his locker amidst the mindless high school crowd and, twirling the combination lock, opened it. He was going through the normal routine of shoving books in and pulling some out when a piece of paper, folded neatly felt out. Curious, he reached down and plucked it off the ground. He unfolded it, curiosity now peaking and he read…
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Would it be fair to say that I am lost?
Yes- held captive, ruby orbs so piercing,
That scarce does my mind see the pending cost
Of being caught in the quiet lusting
Sordid yet pleasurable does my mind
Take and drink in the sight of you, so close,
Yet regrettably as I always find,
So far, fluttering but a vanished ghost
Faint, do I find myself in your wake,
You're so delicate, a soul divided,
Yet a broken angel, willfully at stake
In desperate need of being mended
So take me, let me have everything you are,
And release me from loving you afar
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The paper fluttered from the red head's hand. Quickly grabbing for it before it fell, he cast his ruby gaze around wildly, wondering who had put it in his locker. There was no doubt it was recent-after all, sonnet writing was only confined to this week and no one wrote in sonnets anymore just freeform. But who….and why? The words called unnecessarily to his heart and soul but how? Daisuke felt the familiar quickening of his pulse and the warm honeyed feeling in the pit of his stomach he always identified and peaceful happiness.
Heart going a million miles a minute, he quite stashed the last book and pulled out the one needed for the next class before slamming his locker shut.
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I've been back logged with work from school but yays, here ya go. Gaaaa…Dark made his move and actually the whole sonnet thing was a project we had to do in my class (except it really was individual work, not group.) So don't forget, read and review –clings to plushie and smiles brightly-
BTW, the sonnet is actually mine, original, whatever. Yesh, so it's copywrited to muah…