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.
To DanyChic
-- I apologize for the confusion! Krad loves Satoshi like a father and he loves Daisuke as a partner, but, as he did for Satoshi ten years ago, he wished that Daisuke would be happy in his life (something that is already in motion) and deeply regrets his actions last week (I hope you remember what they are xD).
To siverrain
-- Yeah. I was like, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" when I read that '…Satoshi never came back to school again.' Oh, why, why must the bishiefulness end so soon! I know Krad's an ass but he's still one hot bish! x(
Again, may I remind you that I'm open to comments, so if you have anything that you think I am wrong about, grammar or facts or anything, just tell me! I WON'T say something stupid like 'Flames will be laughed at' or something like that, because a writer feeds on feedback, right? So don't be shy to say that I'm wrong, I'm not going to retort with anything bad.
Relax and take your time reading Chapter 14!
.o.o.
Daisuke licked the bits of ice-cream on his spoon, shivering with excitement. He dug the spoon again into the cup and shovelled out a huge chuck of ice-cream. Grinning to himself, he jammed the icy dessert into his mouth and moaned in pleasure.
"You're taking it way too far, Daisuke." Satoshi said with a sigh, watching as the boy sitting across him practically attacked the ice-cream cup.
"It tastes so good! I'm so happy that you bought me this, Satoshi. Vanilla and strawberry - my favourite!" Daisuke proclaimed, licking his lips and going in for another spoonful.
"It's just ice-cream. Calm down."
"But I hadn't eaten ice-cream since… since… well, it's certainly been a long time since I've seen a cup of ice-cream!"
Satoshi shook his head, leaned back and crossed his arm. He took off his glasses and folded them, placing them quietly on the table. Daisuke looked at him as he rubbed the area between his two eyebrows, as if he's having a headache.
"Satoshi… what's wrong?" Daisuke asked compassionately, putting down his spoon and staring hard at the commander. Satoshi had his eyes closed at the moment.
"Hmmm?"
"You're rubbing your temples. Are you having a headache?"
Satoshi opened his eyes, paused for a brief second, before smiling. He dropped his hand onto Daisuke's, and patted it reassuringly.
"No, I'm fine. Thanks for asking, Daisuke." Daisuke frowned, intertwining his finger with Satoshi's.
"Satoshi, just tell me if you're in pain or anything. I'm able enough to help you."
Satoshi chuckled. The boy certainly was very special.
He tousled Daisuke's hair affectionately with his free hand. "Thank you, Daisuke, but it's just a bit of a migraine, that's all. I'll be fine."
"Is it because you were up late last night writing in your notebook and waiting for me to go to sleep?"
Satoshi's eyes widened. Daisuke was awake?
"Ah… um…"
"Satoshi, don't do that. I know you love me, but…" Daisuke blushed before continuing, "…Try to take of yourself too, you know. I don't want you ending up in a hospital like I did."
Satoshi sighed, reaching out to caress the younger boy's cheek. "I just want to make sure nobody takes you away from me ever again." Daisuke blushed so hotly that the ice-cream in his mouth melted right away from the radiating heat.
"E-Even… even if they fly me halfway around the world… I will always, always find my way back to you, Satoshi."
Something twitched in Satoshi's heart. The very idea of Daisuke not being on his side made him so frightened that his migraine worsened.
"If we weren't in the cafeteria right now, I'd kiss you." He whispered hotly to Daisuke, who blushed even harder.
"A-Anyway! What were you writing about in your notebook, Satoshi?"
The commander jerked up. Wasn't he supposed to ask Daisuke about the cross a long time ago? He hastily withdrew the item from his jacket pocket and handed it to Daisuke.
"I'm studying this by request of the investigation team of the local police force. Are you familiar with it in any way?"
Daisuke looked hard at the cross and slowly nodded. Satoshi leaned in curiously.
"This was part of a costume Krad sometimes wore. He usually ties it to the end of his hair."
"Costume?" …So Krad does have a connection to Keiji's murder, after all.
"It was a white robe with a yellow cross at the front, and it looked really good on him. He said that it was a costume that someone he respected highly used to wear."
"Do you remember exactly the time when he usually wears this costume?"
"Only vaguely. He usually wears it on the first day of snowfall every year and he continues to wear it until the snow finally melts."
Satoshi wrote this in his notebook of which he had requested for from his driver (who fetched it). "Any particular reason why you think he wears this particular attire?"
"Well, he once said that he was marking the anniversary of someone's death."
Satoshi looked up from his notebook. "Don't you wear something black for that?"
Daisuke shrugged. "I don't know why he wears white, really. Must be something symbolic to his past."
"That might be true." Satoshi smiled gratefully at Daisuke as he pocketed his notebook again.
"Thanks for helping me with this investigation."
"Has something happened? Is Krad in trouble?"
Satoshi stared at Daisuke, his eyebrows slanting in anger. "Is he in trouble? Is he in trouble? Daisuke, he raped you. And he killed a suspect of a murder case. Of course he's in trouble. A lot of trouble."
Daisuke ducked his head and adopted a melancholy expression. He had finished his ice-cream and was waiting for Satoshi to drink up his black coffee. The commander did so with a thoughtful demeanour.
"…Satoshi, I need to tell you something." Daisuke said suddenly, snapping his head up. Satoshi stopped sipping his coffee and gazed back at the younger teenager. He slowly placed his cup back onto the table.
"I'm listening."
Daisuke shook his head vigorously. "Not here. Can we go back to my room?"
Satoshi seemed a bit cynical, but nodded all the same.
.o.o.
"…What! He came!"
Daisuke cowered a little under Satoshi's shouts. He knew the commander would react to Krad's visit in this way, so he kept quiet and permitted the commander to lecture him.
"Daisuke, why didn't you tell me!"
"Well… I-I didn't want you to worry, that's all. I'm sorry, Satoshi."
Satoshi rubbed his forehead for the second time that day. "Daisuke, this is not a game! This is serious! That psycho is out to get you, and he will stop at nothing to kill you! Don't you know that!"
"Yes, I do, but…"
"'But'! Daisuke!"
Daisuke held his hand up quickly to protect him from any blows Satoshi would give him, even though he knew the blue-eyed seventeen-year-old was capping his anger. Better safe than sorry…
Satoshi sighed and joined the boy on the bed. He gently pulled Daisuke's arms from barring his face and kissed the boy soundlessly on the lips.
"Daisuke, you have to understand that I'm very, very protective of you. The last time you were taken away from me, I couldn't even sleep a blink. Did you know that?"
The red-haired boy shook his head guiltily.
"Well, I couldn't. I kept thinking of the things your kidnapper was capable of doing to you, and I couldn't sleep. These… horrid images… they haunted me, Daisuke." Satoshi embraced the boy tightly. Daisuke patted the commander's back.
"I'm sorry, Satoshi… although there is one more thing I haven't told you…"
Satoshi looked enquiringly at his love, a part of him dreading what was coming next.
"Krad's coming back to get me."
.o.o.
"I'm the one with severe injuries here, so why don't I get visitors!" Dark talked to himself irately, hugely annoyed of the fact that the homeless hobo next door (with a third-degree burn to his leg) had more sympathetic visitors than he did.
Dark switched on the television with his good arm. He browsed through the channels before switching it back off, grumbling about the absence of good television in the hospital. "I feel like I've died and gone to the infamous 'Hell of Boredom' (tm)."
He glimpsed at the door, hoping desperately that it was someone bringing him fruits, but it was just the nurse. The kaitou swore silently under his breath. As the nurse fussed over him busily, he took a glance out of the window, longing for the sunlight outside.
Then he saw him.
Krad.
The blond whizzed past his window with a crazy expression on his unusually pale face. Dark panicked. The only place Krad could be heading to in that direction would be Daisuke's room!
The violet-haired man hurriedly jumped out of his bed, wincing at the pain as his recovering wounds tore open again, and the tubes and needles tugged at his skin. He screamed in agony before falling to his knees, only to leap up again determinedly, wheezing in pain. He dashed out of his room as fast as his wounds could permit, leaving the nurse hollering behind him.
He has to warn Daisuke!
.o.o.
Satoshi gripped the green screen behind him in an effort to calm his anger. "He what?"
Made uneasy by the fact that Satoshi's knuckles were turning white from scrunching the screen too tightly, Daisuke fumbled with his words as he tried to say, "He didn't exactly say when he's coming back, so he might not come! Please, Satoshi, don't get mad! Please!"
But Satoshi was beyond being just 'mad'. He was going insane with anger. Images of Krad touching Daisuke in ways even he had not even think of doing only served to fuel his wild temper.
Suddenly, they heard the window being smashed. Daisuke jumped up to check it before Satoshi could stop him, and as soon as the red-haired boy lifted away the screen he was grabbed by a crazed Krad. Satoshi yelled with surprise and fear, trying to advance towards them, but Krad was holding a gun under Daisuke's chin.
"Hello, Satoshi. Did you miss me?" Krad whispered, his tone almost calm. Satoshi gritted his teeth in aggravation.
"Let him go, Krad! The one you want is me, not him!"
"You're wrong. I need him, too. And then I can get you." Krad's voice was low and dangerous now. The blond started to back towards the window. Daisuke was trembling in his predator's arms, shaking his head secretly to Satoshi, discreetly instructing him not to follow. He was crying.
At the precise moment Krad reached the window sill, Dark burst into the room, panting heavily. It took him nearly all of his leftover strength to reach the bed, much less the window. "Krad! Don't do this! Daisuke's your pal!"
"Is he, now?" Krad pressed the mouth of the gun deeper into Daisuke's skin. A few nurses came to see what was going on, and one of them screamed blue murder. A bloodied Krad with a stomach wound holding a hysterical Daisuke captive while a helpless Satoshi frantically sought a way to grab Daisuke from Krad's arms, and a bleeding Dark clutching at the bedsheets. It was enough to send them yelling for the guards.
"Tell me this, Dark – do I look like Krad to you?" 'Krad' hinted, winking as he dramatically jumped out of the window. Satoshi darted towards the window and saw 'Krad' floating gently to the ground, a gust of wind cushioning his fall.
Dark dragged himself to Satoshi's side, growling. "That wasn't Krad, commander. It was Hiwatari."
Bitterly, Satoshi cursed and fisted his hands furiously. "How could it be him!"
"The chain he was wearing… it's called the Asdetta Fang. It's an artefact containing the magic for physical possession. Hiwatari must've tried to kill Krad and completely possess his body so that when the time comes for interrogations, any blame can be put on the possessed. I dare say, judging from his eyes - which was a mix of brown and gold - that Krad managed to live and was fighting back. Weakly, yes, but resisting."
"That cold bastard…"
Dark placed a hand on Satoshi's shoulder, feeling his energy seeping away by the second. "We'd better deal with the police first. Then, we can-"
"But Daisuke's with a psycho! Dark, I know my father well. He'll go to great lengths to get something he desires!"
"You cheese! Do you expect to take down a full-grown man on your own!" Dark yelled, his temper flaring. He punched Satoshi across the face with a fury that went beyond the restrictions his weakening body placed on him. The commander fell to the floor, his lips bleeding.
Dark himself fell with a thud. The last of his energy was disappearing, and he was too exhausted to care about death.
The nurses came in with the guards, but of course, by then it was too late. Dark was rushed to the emergency room, while Satoshi was given a thorough interrogation by the police.
Daisuke's trail was going out fast, but Satoshi was not going to let it die out so easily.
.o.o.
A… Ahah. (sweatdrops nervously) I… uh… I'm sorry? EEEK! (ducks under cover from flying computers) I'm sorry! I am so, so, SO sorry! I know this is a crap chapter, and I've made everyone hate Krad even more than usual (even though it was really HIWATARI'S fault…), but I was SO busy with school that I haven't had time to type up any GOOD chapters! My inspiration's gone blank, because I'm too nervous to face my exams… wish me luck guys, I'll sorely, sorely need it!
And I'll try to type faster soon! (meeps) Sorry!
P/S: I ABSOLUTELY LOOOOVED YOUR REVIEWS! (purrs like a cat) Have an imaginary Satoshi plushie!
…You KNOW you want it. (evil grin)