Pieces of memories
Disclamer: I don't own the characters of D.N. Angel. They are all by their creator Sugisaki Yukiru.
Notes: I want to dedicate this ficcie to Fumi Ayakoganei. She helped me a lot in the past weeks, encouraged me to keep on working on my ficcies and became one of my dearest pen pales I never want to miss anymore. Now it's up to me to encourage her, because of that damned exam thing. Hey! You'll make it!!! Ganbatte neee , Fumi-chan! =^-^=
Chapter One: Blue shades of paint
Bright and warm sunlight streamed through the high windows of Daisukes studio. It was one of these warm mornings in the late summer when the air already smelled of autumn. The golden sunbeams conquered the room and were caught in Daisukes blood red hair. They made the strands of soft hair shimmer into different shades of red. At some spots the red seemed to be mixed with violet. In the past, with fourteen he was the famous thief Dark. But now, this was only a finished chapter of his memories, wasn't it? Now he sat in front of his easel and paint on the white canvas. The press called him a very talented young artist, a newcomer of modern arts. Wasn't it pure irony? In the past he had stolen pictures and today he made them.
Though he has his first vernisage this evening at his other studio rooms, he was still painting. Last night he had a dream. He wasn't able to remember what it was. But this feeling he had when he woke up was so amazing that he had to catch it. And the only possible form for him was a painting. Lost in his thoughts the brush rung gentle over the canvas. The paint was still fluid and had this typical smell which he liked so much. He ran over the canvas like an obsessed. But he was still gentle. It seemed that canvas and paint where for him like human beings. Different shades of blue melt into each other. Blue. Every time there was blue in his pictures. A colour which he was obsessed from? Which awake memories inside himself? Daisuke sighed.
Would he be there tonight?
Hiwatari Satoshi.
He hadn't seen him since this incident 10 years ago. Were it already 10 years? A bitter pain flashed through the heart of the young man.
With the age of fourteen he had confessed his love to Riku. This time he was afraid that if she'll find out that he was also the famous thief Dark she'll leave him. But after a view months he wasn't able to bear this secret any longer. And so he told it to Riku. It seemed like a miracle for him that she still loved him. And then… Dark was sealed away. In that night he will ever remember.
With, the pet of the Niwas since generations, and Darks famous black wings, jumped onto his masters knees but Daisuke didn't recognize it. He was too deep in his thoughts.
It was a sad farewell, caused by the one who loved him. This night he not only lost Dark. But for sure, this was one of the hardest. Krad also disappeared. And with him Hiwatari-kun.
Daisuke mixed a shade of icy blue and stroke it onto the canvas.
Hiwatari-kun didn't appear at school the next day, after the final fight. Never again. Daisuke had heard rumours that the blue haired boy skipped school and turned to university. Of course, after Dark was sealed there was no more reason to stay longer. But why does this fact cause such a deep pain inside him? Even today?
The ruby haired young man sighed and blinked to fight one of the sunbeam dazzling his eyes. One small question tortured his mind for weeks. Would Hiwatari-kun come to his vernisage? Had he heard of it?
Saehara had done good work to promote it, that was for sure. He was talented in such things. He worked for the "Tokyo Times" now and seemed to be very successful in his job. A smile was placed onto Daisukes lips when he thought of his old school friend. He ever dreamed to be a famous journalist. And today he was it.
But he wasn't the only onewho cared for PR. His mother hadn't changed a bit. She managed the whole event and sent out the invitations. Though his real manager was Saga Keiji. Sometimes he got on Daisukes nerves, but he was okay at all. And he did his job in a good way.
Daisuke looked at his painting which was finally ready. The different shades of blue wirled into echa other and left each other again to melt in another shade. They reached from deep azour, over indigo and bight cyan to mild, nearly white light blue.
It seemed to him that this picture was this one with the saddest intention. But he caught the feeling he had in the early morning. The redhead signed his picture, the final action to finish it. Then he looked down to his knees where With snuggled close to him. Daisuke smiled sadly. He was the only one who didn't left him, except his family.
Dark, Hiwatari-kun…
Riku…
They were a happy couple since he finished his studies of modern art and she her studies of medicine and they had a great time together. But a few months ago they both found out, that their relationship had turned into a close friendship. There was no love any longer between them. Not that kind of love. So love don't last forever, wasn't it that way? So they broke up there relationship when they recognized that it makes no sense any longer. Thank god, there was no argument like it happened to the most couples. And they were still good friends. But she moved to Europe to work as a pediatrician there. From that on their contact wasn't so close any more. There were only a few letters and postcards. That was all.
Daisuke cleaned his hands from the paint and washes his brushes out in the water next to him. After he finished that he stroke the fluffy and white coat of With.
"KYUUUUUU…." Was the satisfied reaction of With as his master finally turned his attention to him.
"So, With…. I have to clean up now. You know what a important day is today, ne?"
"Mouuu…." Unwilling With jumped off his masters knees and blinked adorable to him.
"I know, I should spend more time with you. Gomen… Since Dark left us…" for a moment the redhead was silent. "You miss him too, ne?"
"Kyuuuuu… " was With's worried answer.He looked to his master who smiled sadly. To comfort him, he snuggled up to Daisukes leg.
"But let's start now," he sighed, "Okasan will be here soon, And I don't want her to see this chaos." Daisuke pointed at the few canvs, a lot of sketches covering the floor, brushes in all sizes and, of course, bottles of paint.
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Emiko came to Daisukes studio in the early afternoon. The vernisage would start 8 p.m. So there would be enough time to clean up his son's chaos and check the exhibition rooms. She sighed. Her son was more different since Dark was sealed. More a dreamer than before.
As her son opened her the door she eyed him with a raised eyebrow. Daisuke was taller than she was now and he wore one of his old baggy jeans and a washed out shirt. Both of the articles of cloth were covered with the brightest shades of acrylic and oil paints.
"Dai- chan!" On Emiko's face was a bright smile. "I'm a little bit late. I hope it doesn't matter."
"Hai, hai. S'okay okasan." The red haired embarrassed his mother. " Everything is ready."
"Everything?!" Emiko looked at the fashion her son wore. "By the way, I've made some nice clothes for you. Like in the past" she giggled. While talking to Daisuke she entered his rooms and chattered continuous. "My litlle Dai-chan has grown up. I'm so proud of you! Your first vernisage."
Daisuke sighed, but a smile covered his face. "You haven't changed a bit, okasan."
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The party was at it's highest. A lot of old classmates appeared and Daisuke had spent the most of his time to shake hands, talk to professors of him and refresh the past days in school with his friends. Photos were shot. Interviews were made. And he made a little speech to open this event. Saehara was making jokes with old friends like in the past. Keji gave an interview to the press in his odd manner. It seemed that nothing had changed. The whole evening one thought was inside him. Hiwatari Satoshi. But he hadn't seen him till now. He was too busy. Everyone claimed his attention. Now he had managed it to steal away from the party. The redhead needed some time for himself. He breath in deeply to get a clear mind again. It was a great and successful evening. For his carrier. But for his own sake?
Daisuke entered his studio rooms where he worked in the morning. Silver moonlight flood the room. So he was able to see a shadow of a person in front of his picture he painted at last. The person seemed to be so fascinated of it that he didn't heard him enter the room.
"Gomen. But this are private rooms. Not for the visitors." Daisuke broke the silence.
The person turned around and the red haired young man was only able to see his slim shape because of the bright moonlight in his back. The shadow raised his right hand and corrected his glasses. And Daisuke did knew only one person which did it in that way. His heart seemed to beat faster. He was sure that the other one had to hear his heartbeat.
Daisuke narrowed his eyes and blinked the rays of moonlight away to recognize the person in front of him. He prayed that he was right.
"Hi-Hiwatari kun?!"
