Title: There Isn't Time... For You or Me
Author: SapphirexKat2
Rating: PG 13 (for now) Overall: R
Pairing: SatoshixDaisuke .
Warnings: Slightly AU; violence; angst
Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel. [pout]
Summary: Satoshi has to move to America for a while. He has exactly one week before he leaves. Can he tell Daisuke how he feels before then? In this chapter, Daisuke visits Satoshi in his flat to finally tell him something, but someone else is there to greet him.
Status: incomplete series.
Chapter Four: How To Come To Terms
Daisuke looked up at the white complex where Satoshi lived. He had served detention after school, quickly cleaning the cafeteria windows with the amazing speed and stamina of his thief side to make it here before nightfall. But as he stood before the tall building he was sweating nervously. He had been up there one time before, but with Takeshi. Now he was alone, and anything was possible.
== Do you think he's all right? Sensei said he left school before I returned to class.==
[ I don't know, Dai-chan. I have a bad feeling about this,] Dark admitted. Something didn't feel the same.
Daisuke sighed, entering the complex. == No turning back now.== Where was Satoshi's room again? Third floor, 3-5. He hoped the Commander was there, and that the time was convenient. Climbing up the stairs, Daisuke thought about what he would say to Satoshi. How could he ask his questions about last night without coming off jealous or worried? Satoshi was smart; he could put two and two together and find out how Daisuke really felt about him. How would he react to that? Hell, if Satoshi decided to take advantage of it to catch Dark, Daisuke probably wouldn't be able to deny him.
For a while, maybe after a couple of encounters on the rooftops, Daisuke looked forward to meeting Satoshi like that - just one on one. There were no classmates, teachers, or other patrons to interrupt. On the roofs of the museums, it was their own little world, where, for the moment, no one and nothing else mattered. And in the few moments before escape, Dark lingered to tease Satoshi; for Daisuke secretly desired it.
But now, everything was twisted. Satoshi had a new player in the game, and Daisuke wanted to know why. It was something that belonged to them; a game they were obviously destined to play together. For what reason was Satoshi abandoning him? Daisuke shook his head to clear his thoughts. Maybe he was being paranoid. Perhaps Satoshi didn't feel well, or he couldn't be there because of higher commands. No, that wasn't the case.
Daisuke walked down the hallway of the third floor and stopped right in front of his classmate's door. His heart was pounding and his palms wouldn't stop sweating. He had to admit it - he was nervous. What of, the red head had yet to find out. Daisuke was prepared for the worst - rejection, hatred, disgust, and even silence. A little part of him hoped for the best, that maybe Satoshi felt the same way…
Whatever Satoshi's reaction was, Daisuke had to do this to find out whom he loved for sure. A trembling hand came up to the doorbell. It was now or never.
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There was another presence currently controlling Hikari Satoshi's body. The first and most incredible art of the Hikari's smirked as he looked at his reflection on the windows, white wings stretching behind him. This wasn't his body - he had yet to come to full power - but he was finally free. Alas, Krad had another chance to destroy the thief who had continually hurt his family and take back all of the Hikari works.
Azure eyes tinged with gold narrowed with evil intent. Dark Mousy was going to pay for everything - he and his Wing Master.
The sun began to sink and change from gold to orange. Satoshi/Krad stood by the window, gazing out into the neighborhood and the towering cities a mile off. His face twisted in disgust at his host's affections for this place called Azumano. Even as this was his hometown, new days had ruined it with modernization and square structures. Each time Krad awoke he easily saw less and less art being used in architecture.
This brought up the subject of awakening. Think of Dark to once again ruin his peaceful slumber. The cycle was always the same. There were the Sacred Maidens, and the Hikari who stood on the side in misery. Why were the Niwa's blessed with ignorance of their true past, and the Hikari's cursed with memories filled with heartache? In each generation, Krad could sense the hairline cracks on his heart turning into deeper crevasses. He had to kill Dark before he eventually dies of grief.
The doorbell rang all of a sudden, bringing Krad back into reality. He wondered who the rude visitor could be, silently promising them pain as he made his way to the door. Opening it, his heart painfully skipped a beat. Who else to show up at his door other than the one person he longed to see?
Niwa Daisuke stood there, crimson eyes wide with surprise and a tinge of fear. Satoshi/Krad smirked pleasantly, all desire for destruction rising to the surface.
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" Hi -- watari-kun?" Daisuke squeaked out. Before he could heed Dark's warning to flee, he was seized by the collar and pulled into the flat. The door slammed shut roughly behind him, the hinges rattling, and he was pushed up against the hard wood. Daisuke felt the air escape his lungs, and his shoulder blades bruise under the force. His feet dangled a good foot off the floor.
" So, you're the new Wing master, are you?" Satoshi/Krad asked, his voice low and menacing. Only a couple of inches separated their faces, and Krad took advantage of this close proximity to study the young Niwa his host was so infatuated with. He was a little pale and small. The first adjective that came to mind was weak.
Daisuke tried to steady his painful breathing; Satoshi/Krad's knuckles were crushing his windpipe. He had little time to register the great white wings protruding from his classamte's back. == No,== he thought, looking back defiantly into unfamiliar eyes. == This is not my classmate.==
[ Daisuke, you need to get out of there fast] Dark said hurriedly, obviously worried and in slight panic.
== Dark, you know who this is?==
Satoshi/Krad somehow sensed his inattentiveness because he slammed him against the door again. Daisuke coughed, his abused throat taking more damage. The Hikari smirked in satisfaction. " Chatting with that coward, are you?" he hissed bitterly. " Can he not come out and defend you?"
Daisuke looked up at the stranger in his friend's body. The beautiful face of the one he somehow knew he loved was altered with intense malevolence. He ignored Dark's protests and decided to take matters into his own hands. It didn't matter if he wasn't protected. What mattered most to him was Satoshi.
" Don't talk like you know Dark," he snapped angrily. Satoshi/Krad's brow raised in slight surprise. " And what have you done with Hiwatari-kun?"
' The nerve of this little Wing Master,' Krad thought, amused. " Shouldn't you be more concerned with yourself?"
Daisuke took a moment to focus on breathing, the pressure on his windpipe almost frightening. " I'm not afraid… of you," he rasped out. " Satoshi is... my friend."
Satoshi/Krad flinched and backed away. Daisuke fell to the floor, massaging his throat sure to bruise by tomorrow. Something pulled at Krad's heart with the Niwa's words. He could almost feel Satoshi regaining consciousness in the back of his mind, as if he heard Daisuke's call. Angrily, Satoshi/Krad produced a fireball in his right hand, ready and aiming for Daisuke.
The red head smirked as Dark took his place. The thief rose to his feet and placed a hand on his hip, smiling smugly.
" Hello, Krad. It's been a while," he said casually. Satoshi/Krad growled and threw the energy ball. Dark dodged it and the door burst into splinters as some of the surrounding wall turned into pieces of rock. He looked at the charred area and 'tsk'-ed. " Creepy boy's gonna have fun paying for that."
" Stop playing around, Dark," Satoshi/Krad said, creating another golden ball on his bandaged palm. " But then again, you always do; whether it be in a hunt or love."
Dark inwardly winced. He didn't know why, but those words implied more than he cared to admit. The past was lost to him, but each time they met, Krad would always say something like that. Stop playing around … The image of Riku calling him a 'Two-Timer' suddenly came to mind.
" Ow! Shit!" Lost in his thoughts, Dark was hit by the recent ball released by Satoshi/Krad. The Hikari smirked in satisfaction as Dark cradled his right arm. " That hurt!" The thief exclaimed. Satoshi/Krad just laughed sadistically.
== Dark, are you okay? Here, let me take over.==
[ Hell no, Dai-chan. Just concentrate, all right?] Dark felt Daisuke comply, and with his left hand he made his own violet energy ball and threw it at Satoshi/Krad.
Caught off guard, Satoshi/Krad took a direct hit to the chest. The material of his school uniform burned open and a once pale chest was now littered with scratches and blood. He hissed and stumbled back, the force of the hit knocking effectively against his lungs.
While Dark was celebrating, Daisuke looked on in horror. Automatically, he took control over his body and rushed to the staggering figure of Satoshi, no longer caring if that demon was still inside of him.
[ Daisuke! What the hell are you doing?]
== He's hurt!== Daisuke stood before Satoshi/Krad and reached out his hands. The Hikari knocked them away and punched him on the jaw. He then tackled Daisuke and attacked his neck, his hands making a firm grip around the already sensitive column. Daisuke held onto Satoshi/Krad's wrists and locked gazes with him. Even as the other's eyes were tainted with gold he still recognized the surrounding azure color that he fell so much in love with. Those were the calculating blue eyes that have tried so much to read into him. Was it for Satoshi's job or was it personal? Daisuke could only wonder.
But he also read into their depths and always found the underlying emotions of loss and grief. Behind those blue eyes was a sad story that no one but Satoshi knew, and Daisuke always had a feeling that he was somehow involved.
It was getting increasingly difficult to breathe and darkness started to surround his vision. Dark's voice was becoming faint in his head and the beating of his heart was pounding in his ears. But the sight before him didn't waver because he wouldn't let it.
" Sa…to…shi," he gasped out between each pant of air, begging. The hands around his neck instantly released themselves as if burned. And Daisuke caught the glimpse of deep ocean blue before blacking out.
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Satoshi kneeled over the unconscious Daisuke, eyes wide in horror and confusion. His chest was on fire with agony, but the pain was dull compared to what he saw. What had just happened? Who was that in his mind? It was like a monster devouring his soul.
It is the curse of the Hikari. The hunter who seeks for revenge.
He had heard those words very clearly in some vivid dreams he had had throughout his entire life. It was very faint, but Satoshi was always aware of 'him' sleeping in the back of his mind. And when he met Daisuke, something clicked. There was an instant obsession with the red haired Niwa. Satoshi could feel another presence stir within his soul that drove him to catch Dark.
But now, he stared, wide-eyed and afraid of what 'he' was capable of. Daisuke lay beneath him, the very air from his lungs stolen by his wretched hands. Satoshi never wanted more than to cut them off right now. But he needed them at the moment to touch Daisuke's cheek - to know that it was still warm with life.
His fingertips free of the bandages ever so lightly caressed the other's cheek. Did Daisuke just call him ' Satoshi '? Yes. It was as clear as a bell, and it helped him escape the binds 'he' had put around him.
" Daisuke?" he called out softly. Satoshi still had his position of straddling his waist, but he didn't care. He had been there before, anyway. " Daisuke, I'm so sorry." His eyes stung and blurred much like it did previously that day. His fingers moved from the smooth cheek to the bleeding lip. God, how terrible.
He could hear a voice in his head, the familiar angry tenor he had heard before he lost control over his body. It was telling him to leave again, to let 'him' finish the job. But Satoshi used whatever strength he could manage to block it out. Daisuke wouldn't hurt anymore.
And that's why he had to stay away. Maybe he'd call his father and ask to leave earlier. It would be for the best.
?? days, ?? hours remaining.
Sad chapter? I thought so! Too much drama and angst. Thank you all for the reviews!
SapphirexKat2