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.
More news for you. I've decided to extend the story. I just simply love it so much that I never want it to end. This is the first story that I thoroughly enjoy writing for since I started writing, so I want the moment to last. I hope you don't mind!
.o.o.
"Hiwatari-sama, a couple of officers are here to see you." The butler informed, standing very still beside the doorway of the library. Kei Hiwatari looked up from an old book calmly, his legs remaining unmoved, propped up on a stool.
"Oh? What is it that they want to see me about?" He queried sternly.
"They request a portion of your time, sir, for a thorough interrogation about an underground cult."
Kei's face hardened considerably. He exchanged his reading glasses with his usual ones, replaced the book on a nearby shelf, and proceeded to exit the library. Passing the butler, he gave a strict glare.
"Do not allow them to enter this library at all costs, understand?" He warned, and the butler replied with a brisk nod.
.o.o.
Satoshi cupped the water in his hands and splashed them onto his face. He hunched over the white sink, blowing the droplets of water off of his lips as he sighed. His glasses lay in front of the mirror, slightly wet from the sprinkles of water coming from Satoshi's hair, of which he whipped about every now and then, just to release a bit of frustration.
The commander closed the tap and straightened, slumping against the wall beside him and running a hand through his wet hair. He remained in that position for quite some time, his eyes looking at the tiled floor, but his thoughts lingering somewhere else.
Daisuke had never rejected his hand before.
But when he did, it shocked the seventeen-year-old boy a whole lot.
What had prompted him to react in such a negative way? That's what Satoshi's been mulling over for the past half an hour. And the fact that the hospital had only warm water taps was not helping. He needed a cold shower to properly think things through.
And sometimes, what Satoshi wants, he gets.
.o.o.
Daisuke's eyes were fixed on the blond holding him.
What evil is lurking behind those beautiful golden eyes? He did not know.
He was so confused. Krad, the first person to make love to him, although forcefully, adored him in some way.
He was rendered completely speechless.
"Come away with me." Krad whispered seductively into Daisuke's ears. But still the boy stayed silent.
"We will escape to America… China… Africa… France… I've always loved the Alps, don't you?" The blond chuckled, massaging Daisuke's neck and kissing him, more deeply this time.
Daisuke was muted by shock.
"Niwa-kun… what's on your mind…?" Krad traced Daisuke's small Adam's apple, subconsciously asking the question as the outline of the Adam's apple bobbed.
"…I'll leave you to decide. I'll return sometime later, and by then… I expect an answer." The armed blond moved to leave. Daisuke stopped him.
"Why… why do you love me?" He asked, almost desperately, close to tears. The pain of Krad's love resounded in his body, and it made him so miserable that he broke down as quickly as Krad kissed him.
"You are a rare specimen, my love. Rarity at its best."
"But why am I rare? Why do you treat me like an animal!" Daisuke was crying hard by now, his blanket wet from his tears.
"…Because no ordinary person could attract the young master's attention so successfully." Krad explained, before giving Daisuke one last nip to his bare shoulder, of which was exposed when the blond stretched the collar of his hospital sweatshirt.
Krad left, as mysteriously as he had came, leaving Daisuke dazed and irresponsive in his bed.
.o.o.
Deciding Daisuke might need a time off alone based on his actions that night, Satoshi logged out of the hospital and returned to his cabin. As was planned, he took a cold shower, but even that couldn't clear things up. Satoshi left the shower feeling like a prune.
He watched as Kvar robbed the food bowl of its contents. Satoshi remembered vaguely that the animal hasn't eaten for days, and added another can of cat food just to make up for the lost meals. Kvar wolfed those down too.
Tired, the commander literally dropped onto the plushy sofa in front of the fireplace. He sat there for a long time, subconsciously admiring the flames as their colours twirled in his liquid blue eyes.
After a time, Kvar jumped onto the armrest beside him and slowly seeped onto his lap. Satoshi stroked the cat's smooth fur as the beast licked his hand with its rough tongue.
Suddenly, the boy noticed a piece of rolled up paper tucked into Kvar's collar. Satoshi quickly pulled it out and read it.
'Young master, I have been given a plethora of women (and an equal share of men) to satisfy myself with in the past, yet Niwa-kun's heart is the only one I truly desired.
His smile, his laughter, his love… I want to own it all.
I shall seize him from you; both as a rival and an enemy.
--He is mine.'
Satoshi stared and re-read the letter.
For the second time in his life, he was terrified.
The phone rang. When was it fixed?
Satoshi picked up the receiver and was met with the worried voice of the doctor.
"May I know if this is the Hiwatari residence?"
"Yes… this is Satoshi Hiwatari."
"I am sorry for disturbing you so late in the night, but Hiwatari-san, we request your presence at the hospital. Niwa-san is refusing to take his medicated meals, and I worry for his health. At his stage of recovery, he needs all the medicated meals that he can get to replenish the loss of nutrients in his blood. Will you come and convince him to eat the food? He has been ignoring the nurse for the past hour."
Satoshi's eyes widened. He replied with a hasty 'yes', and quickly phoned his driver.
"Driver-san, I need you to take me back to the hospital!"
.o.o.
"Please, Niwa-san! You have to eat this!" The nurse pleaded desperately, trying to entice Daisuke by putting a bowl of mashed potatoes in front of his face. It didn't work.
The boy continued to stare ahead, gazing at nothing.
"I'm not hungry." He replied shortly, his hand slowly reaching up to touch the mark Krad left on his shoulder.
"Niwa-kun, this is for your own good! Please, you must consume this! It is very uncharacteristic for me to force food onto patients, but in your situation, I have no choice but to do so. Please, Niwa-kun, before I have to resort to more drastic measures!"
Daisuke slowly eased himself down on the bed and turned to his side, facing away from the nurse. He spoke no more to her.
There was a sound of a door being forced open harshly.
Satoshi hefted the bowl out of the nurse's arms and told her that he would handle the situation. The nurse, completely and utterly loss at what to do, left the circumstances in his hands carelessly, and exited the room with an invisible stormcloud looming over her head.
Cautiously, the commander approached the boy on the bed.
"…Daisuke?" He called, mixing the mound of mashed potatoes in the bowl with a plastic spoon. Daisuke kept his silence, which made Satoshi feel a bit alienated from his world of thoughts. Which, most of the time, is the case between the two of them, giving Daisuke's off-handed personality.
"Daisuke, why are you disobeying the doctor's orders?" Satoshi asked softly, not expecting an answer in return.
The boy shifted slightly in his bed, but he gave no other reaction.
So instead, Satoshi came up with a more sophisticated question. "Why are you behaving this way, Daisuke?"
Still no answer.
"…Is it because you hate me?"
This time, Daisuke moved quite a bit. He covered the mark on his shoulder, a move that Satoshi definitely noticed, and turned back to his other side.
His eyes were inexpressive, a fact that shocked Satoshi to the core.
"I don't hate you, Hikari-kun."
Pulling himself together, Satoshi forged on with his questions. "Then why are you acting like this?"
"I'm not acting. This is me."
"No, it's not."
Daisuke suddenly adorned a wistful expression. "There are many sides of me that you haven't met yet, Hikari-kun."
Satoshi fought back with a bitter glare. "Don't try to cover up the truth with your dead-end statements, Daisuke. It doesn't work on me anymore. You hate me, don't you?"
"I need my rest, Hikari-kun. I deserve it. It's already well past eleven o'clock and I am tired of today's nonsense." Daisuke's tone was sharp and frosty as he flattened himself on the bed and closed his eyes.
"And I am sick of the nonsensical lies you're giving me." Satoshi spat. He placed the bowl of mashed potatoes on the side table.
"At least… at the very least, even if you hate me… please do not harm yourself." He tapped the edge of the bowl with the spoon, implying that Daisuke should eat the food before he goes to sleep.
And the door closed with a soft click.
.o.o.
That was one heck of a long day, wasn't it? I had completely forgotten the time placement in the story. Gomen nasai, minna! I will keep a watchful eye over everything from now on.