Written for pyro-angel, in my request a drabble post in my journal.
I don't own D.N.Angel. What Dark refers to takes place in volume 3 of the manga.
"N-no! I won't do it!" Dark cried out, pressing himself firmly against the wall furthest from the door.
"If you want to top tonight, you're going to do it!" Hiwatari barked, glaring at Dark a few feet away with his arms crossed.
"This is too much! Give me something else to do! I won't do this!" Dark shouted.
"I've had to do it before," Hiwatari said calmly. "It's not that big of a deal."
"You did it because you wanted to!" Dark thought about that for a moment. "Which makes me wondering why you're topping in the first place."
Hiwatari rolled his eyes. "You know very well why I had to do it that time. And if you're questioning about me topping, then you should do something about it. Now go out there."
Dark muttered something under his breath, before finally leaving the safety of the wall. "I'm only going out there for a second. Then I'm coming right back in, okay?"
Hiwatari nodded. "Yes, yes."
Dark opened the door, and stepped outside, the dress waving delicately around his legs. The door slammed shut behind him, and he turned around and began banging on it, shouting at Hiwatari to open it.
He turned around slowly when he heard laughing, only to see a crowd of at least 100 people. His face turned redder than the blush that painted his cheeks, and he could've sworn the from somewhere inside the room he had just emerged from, someone sang out 'nyeh nyah—'.
Constructive Criticism more than welcome, flames will be mocked.