You know what? I'm tired of putting a disclaimer at the top of this. It's pretty obvious I don't plan on claiming DN Angel or anything.
So I've fallen in love with vegetable soup. It's so good. -skfjhkjhsd-
Warnings : Nothing that you haven't read already.
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Daisuke woke up the next morning feeling insufferably cheerful and refreshed, despite the previous night.
/Dark?/ There was no reply. Daisuke wasn't that surprised; Dark rarely woke up until Daisuke was at school. Daisuke didn't even know why he asked.
He then got dressed quietly. Daisuke wandered down the stairs and into the kitchen, to find his mother making breakfast.
"Oh, Dai-chan! You're up early!" Emiko cooed, pulling out a chair for Daisuke. He sat.
"Morning mom," he said, grabbing a piece of toast. Daisuke's dad walked into the room.
"Hey, Daisuke I heard your painting won. Congratulations. That's amazing!" Kosuke patted Daisuke's shoulder. The small boy grinned.
"Thanks," he replied, taking a bite out of his toast. Kosuke gave Emiko a peck on the cheek, before sitting down.
"So," Emiko started, "what are you doing in school lately, Daisuke?" Even a mother like her, is entitled to the normal question here and there.
"I dunno," Daisuke replied, truthfully. He hadn't been focusing on school that much lately, since almost all of his personal relationships were changing and falling apart at every turn.
Emiko frowned slightly. "Daisuke..." she began in a warning tone, "...We've talked about the importance of school before. You know you need to take it seriously."
"Okay," Daisuke replied, simply. Emiko pursed her lips. Before she could begin another lecture, Kosuke cut in.
"Daisuke, shouldn't you be heading to school? Before you're late?" he asked, saving the Daisuke from his mothers wrath. Daisuke wolfed down the rest of his toast and ran out of the house, without having time to say goodbye.
The moment Daisuke closed the door behind himself, Emiko turned to Kosuke. "I think there's something wrong with him today. Normally, he would talk throughout breakfast, but today he was silent!" she exclaimed, worriedly.
Daikii walked in. "Oh, Emiko, don't worry about him. He's a teenager. He's just growing up." Emiko didn't say anything, but the worried expression didn't leave her face.
The instant Daisuke walked into the school, Satoshi caught him in the hallway.
"Excuse me, Niwa. I need to talk to you," Satoshi said, grabbing Daisuke's wrist and pulling him into a nearby classroom. The few students that were in there ignored Daisuke and Satoshi completely.
"Niwa." Daisuke stared at Satoshi warily, hoping that he wouldn't get kissed again. "I'm coming to your house after school to sort out a few matters about certain events."
Daisuke opened his mouth to protest, then realized he owed Satoshi as much. Even if it did mean hearing and dealing with a confession. He nodded. "Okay." Satoshi gave him a curt not in response, then left. Daisuke blinked and heard the bell ring. He started, then ran off to his classroom.
At lunch time, Daisuke, again, avoided Riku, Risa, and Satoshi, and opted to hang out with Takeshi.
Unfortunately for Daisuke, Takeshi only wanted to talk about what he'd seen on the news the previous night. Dark sweeping Daisuke away in the middle of a police sanctioned contest.
"What was it like, Daisuke?" he asked.
Daisuke blushed. "It was weird. I was flying . . . It was amazing." Daisuke didn't intend for it to sound so star-struck, it just came out that way.
Takeshi smirked. "Where did you two go afterwards?" he asked, perversely.
"Dark took me home," Daisuke responded.
Takeshi had expected Daisuke to blush and yell. Takeshi was really quite surprised when nothing of the sort happened. He ran through all the remarks he could think of, before deciding that actual curiousity over-powered witty remarks. "How did he know where you lived?" Takeshi asked, almost carefully.
Daisuke answered with the same amount of carefulness. "I directed him, of course," Daisuke replied, his ears turning red, as a symptom of lying.
"Why did he say that you were his?" Takeshi asked, an instant after Daisuke answered.
Daisuke blushed at this. "H-He wasn't talking about me . . . it was the painting," Daisuke lied.
Takeshi sighed. "Look, Daisuke, if you and Dark know each other, you don't have to hide it from me because of who my father is," Takeshi told Daisuke, firmly.
There was a long pause between them. Daisuke wanted to tell Takeshi more than he'd ever wanted to tell anyone before. He couldn't though. It would be like betraying Dark.
/Dai-chan, you can tell him if you'd like/ Dark said, revealing that he'd woken up.
/R-Really?/ Daisuke asked, nervously.
/Yeah, I don't mind/ Dark replied.
Daisuke internally nodded. "Well, the truth is, Takeshi, is that . . . I do know Dark. We're pretty good friends . . . " he explained.
Takeshi jumped out of his seat, and stood on it. "I KNEW IT!" he yelled, thrusting his index finger into Daisuke's face. Others whom were in the classroom stared. Takeshi didn't sit back down.
"Yeah." Daisuke blushed a little.
Takeshi hopped down off his pretend soap box. "How come you didn't tell me?"
Daisuke could tell that Takeshi was a little hurt. "It's difficult. It's not the best situation . . . "
"Oh." Takeshi seemed to realize that since this was Dark they were talking about, some questions just couldn't be answered. There was a prolonged silence between the two. Finally Takeshi broke it. "I suppose that would explain why you get all defensive and messed up when he comes up in conversation," Takeshi mentioned, more to himself rather than to Daisuke.
Daisuke nodded, not saying anything.
Takeshi promptly changed the subject and they talked about other things. Lunch ended and class began once more.
After school, Daisuke ducked out of the classroom immediately, to avoid the Harada sisters. Still, he managed to gind a way to find Satoshi. They walked to Daisuke's house in silence.
Once they got there, Daisuke knocked on his own front door. Emiko answered and Daisuke gave her a look. "Mom, I have a guest, please no traps?" Daisuke asked more than stated.
Emiko shook her head. "Daisuke, you know what will happen if you don't go through with them! You'll lose your edge!"
Daisuke frowned. "Mom, we both know that won't happen! Can you please get rid of them!" This time it sounded much less like a question.
Emiko scowled. "Daisuke! Don't talk to your mother in such a way!"
Daisuke didn't say anything; he just stood there firmly. Satoshi watched this exchange with interest (although it was not visible on his face.)
After a few moments, Emiko sighed. "I don't know where my little Dai-chan went . . . " she mumbled to herself. "Just a moment."
Emiko closed the door, and many loud crashes were heard. Satoshi glanced at Daisuke quickly. The red haired boy was biting his lip nervously.
"Sorry about that," Daisuke said, once they safely made it up to his bedroom. Satoshi didn't reply. He took a seat on Daisuke's bed, sitting up straight and awkwardly. Daisuke sat on his desk chair.
"So what did you need to talk about?" Daisuke asked, blushing. He was blushing because he knew what Satoshi wanted to talk about.
"Dark," Satoshi replied.
"Huh? What about him?" Daisuke asked, surprised. This was not what he was thinking at all.
"Why hasn't he--" Satoshi's voice was cut short as he caught sight of Daisuke's painting of said phantom theif. A suspicious look flashed in Satoshi's eyes. "Did you change the picture?" Satoshi asked.
Daisuke looked at his painting quickly, then back to Satoshi. "No, why?"
"Look at it," Satoshi replied.
Daisuke walked over and picked it up. Sure enough, the Dark in the picture was in a completely different pose. Daisuke dropped the painting. "That . . . can't be right!" he exclaimed, plopping onto the bed beside Satoshi.
Satoshi looked at Daisuke and noticed that he look absolutely terrified.
"Dark," Daisuke mumbled.
Satoshi's ears perked up, hoping to hear more. When he didn't, he stood up and picked the painting and placed it on Daisuke's desk. When he turned back to Daisuke's bed, Dark was sitting there too. Naked. Covering nothing up, while he gave Daisuke a hug. Satoshi coughed.
His cough attracted Dark and Daisuke's attention. Daisuke blushed. "D-Dark, put something on. How many times do I have to tell you that?"
Dark smirked. "All too often, Dai-chan!" Dark exclaimed, jumping off of Daisuke's bed and finding some clothing.
Satoshi, after seeing a naked Dark jump off Daisuke's bed, was honestly scarred for life. It really made Satoshi question his feelings for Daisuke.
"Er, I'm leaving," Satoshi said, almost awkwardly.
Daisuke frowned. "You don't have to . . . "
"Yes. I do."
"Well, let me walk you out," Daisuke said. He whipped his head around to face Dark. "You stay here."
Dark pouted, with his new-found pants on. Daisuke and Satoshi left the room, and Daisuke lead the way to the front door.
As Satoshi was leaving, he spun around and pressed his lips against Daisuke's. He took it no further. He pulled back and left wordlessly.
Daisuke walked back to his room, scowling.
"S'matter?" Dark asked, when Daisuke re-entered the room.
". . . kissed me . . ."
"WHAT? I'll kill him!" Dark yelled.
"No, Dark, don't," Daisuke replied, still quite put out.
"Hey, you weren't this upset, or angry, about him kissing you before," Dark pointed out. "Is it because noe you would much rather have me kissing you?"
Daisuke replied without thinking. "Well, yes but--"
Of course his voice was cut off by Dark's lips. Unlike Satoshi, Dark gripped the back of Daisuke's head and pressed harder. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and pressed into Daisuke's.
The smaller boy whimpered. Dark slid his tongue around the inside of Daisuke's mouth, mapping out what he already knew off by heart. Dark slipped his other arm around the small of Daisuke's back. He pulled Daisuke closer.
At that moment, Daisuke began to respond to the lip-lock. He added a pressure and passion of his own, throwing his arms around Dark's neck. He almost took Dark by surprise.
There was electricity flowing through both of the bodies that were connected by the mouth. The two broke off for air momentarily, but went right back to furiously kissing.
Daisuke was beginning to feel light-headed and dizzy from all the good sensations running through him. He slowly pushed Dark towards the bed, their lips only unlocking for the precious oxygen that kept them alive. Daisuke pushed Dark back onto the bed, and fell on top of him. It didn't hurt as much as it should have.
In an instant, Dark had flipped them over, so he was laying on top. Daisuke didn't mind, but the rational part of his brain was positively furious with him at the moment.
Daisuke broke their kiss panting. "Dark . . ." he started. Dark didn't reply, he just ground their hips together.
Daisuke let out a loud moan, and the rational part of his brain turned off, completely. Daisuke thrusted upwards, hitting Dark's groin. Daisuke managed to make Dark moan.
"Oh god, Daisuke, I love you!" Dark exclaimed.
Daisuke bit his tongue to keep to keep a loud moan from escaping . . . or something else. Dark leaned down and placed a kiss ontop of Daisuke's nose. He moved his light kissing down Daisuke's neck.
This time, Daisuke couldn't keep the moan down.
"Daisuke!" Emiko tapped on the other side of the door, that Daisuke didn't remember closing. Daisuke's eyes flew open.
"Y-Yeah?" he asked in a choked voice.
"Can you please come downstairs? The press is here and they would like a couple words."
Daisuke growled, annoyed. "Ugh . . . Okay! I'll be right there!" He pushed Dark off him, and fixed his clothes. Daisuke grabbed his painting and left the room.
Daisuke was still quite light-headed, and when he came to the stairs, he fell right down them. The painting landed first and Daisuke fell right into it, with a yelp.
And then he was gone.
Oh the drama . . .
My updates take too long.
;; Sorry.
-Taryn