Title: There Isn't Time... For You or Me

Author: SapphirexKat2

Rating: PG 13 (for now) Overall: R

Pairing: SatoshixDaisuke .

Warnings: Slightly AU; Angst Yaoi-ness

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, and one week to tell Daisuke how he really feels. In this chapter, Daisuke finds out about Satoshi's plans. And there is one more visitor.

Status: incomplete series.

Chapter 6: How To Face Reality

Daisuke felt himself coming back to consciousness, his senses steadily awakening one by one. His body felt cool and fresh, and probably laying on something soft like a bed. He wanted to move, maybe even open his eyes, but he felt too drained.

[ Dai-chan, are you all right?] Dark asked, coming around as well. It seemed as if when Daisuke was out, so was he. [ You still alive?]

== I'm fine, Dark,== Daisuke replied softly. == But I can't move. I feel so tired.==

[ Do you at least know where we are?] Dark only remembered Satoshi's flat and Krad in the Commander's body. He hoped that Satoshi still wasn't possessed. Otherwise, it would mean serious trouble and pain for Daisuke. But he couldn't help wondering why they were still there. Krad... was he gone?

Daisuke let out a soft moan. At least his vocal chords still worked. He felt his sore neck vibrate under the low notes. Actually, it didn't feel that bad. == I really don't know, Dark. All I remember is Hiwatari-kun.== That's all he cared to remember. He hoped the blue haired teen was all right. The damage on his chest looked horrible. But… who was that other presence?

As Daisuke's senses became sharper, he heard shuffling somewhere in the room, and then he picked up a voice.

Satoshi winced as he patted the hot, damp cloth against his chest, careful not to agitate his wounds or make a sound. He was on the phone with his foster father.

" Are you sure you want to leave early?" Mr. Hiwatari asked, pleased with his son's choice, but also a little concerned. Satoshi wanted to scoff.

" Yes," the teen replied in a clipped tone. If he was asked that question any more, he would eventually break down and tell the truth - that he didn't want to leave at all. " Half of my possessions that are staying have already been stored away. I don't have much to bring, so it won't take long for me to pack."

" All right, then. I can arrange a flight on early Wednesday morning. I'll call you on the details by tomorrow."

" Yes, sir."

" This will be good for you, Satoshi. Good-bye."

" Good-bye, father."

Satoshi nearly slammed the receiver onto the phone set, his emotions in turmoil once again. If this was so good for him, then why did he want to cry? Why was he so frustrated? Maybe his "Hikari" curse extended through his whole life instead of just Krad. Everything was going down hill. Satoshi may have had what guys wanted and be whom girls desired to be with, but he wasn't happy. Not at all. Everyone threw themselves at him, but he didn't care. How ironic that the only person he wanted was the one he couldn't have.

" Hiwatari-kun?" came a quiet, uncertain voice. Satoshi froze, thankful that his back was facing his bed. While he wanted to rush over to Daisuke, he also needed to preserve himself and his own emotions. He couldn't let Daisuke know anything.

" You're awake?" he asked in an emotionless voice, placing the washcloth in the glass bowl on his desk and rinsing it. He saw the once clear water change into a light shade of red.

There was a slight pause, and Satoshi could hear nothing but the beating of his aching heart and the rippling of the water. Why hasn't Daisuke said anything yet?

There was a hand on his bare shoulder and he nearly jumped. However, his body relaxed a second later once his mind registered who it was behind him. The heat was unmistakable. Satoshi knew it anywhere. But he forced himself to remain unaffected.

" Hiwatari-kun, who were you talking to?" Daisuke asked, stepping up beside him. Satoshi refused to look at him, instead concentrating on wringing out the washcloth. Another pair of hands reached out and grasped his own that were still wrapped and tainted with blood. He heard the red head gasp. " What happened?"

Satoshi tried to ignore the pleasant tingles that started from his fingers and spread through his body. He watched silently as Daisuke's hands ghosted over his palms, tracing the lines of the bandages. " It's nothing," he replied nonchalantly. " Just a stupid accident. You should be resting, Niwa-kun. You're injuries are worse than mine." His heart was beginning to beat faster.

Daisuke smiled, although the Commander didn't see it. " My arm will stay on," he said in good nature. The shirt he wore exposed the series of wraps around his right biceps. " Thanks to you."

" I'm the one who hurt it. It was the least I could do." Satoshi took his hands away from Daisuke's and took the cloth to wipe his chest. It stopped bleeding, but he at least needed to clean and cover it. He was sure it would leave some faint scars, but he didn't mind.

" I couldn't help but over-hear you," Daisuke began, trying his best to hide his rejection from when Satoshi pulled away. " But are you going somewhere?"

Satoshi's movements hitched ever so slightly as he wrung out the washcloth. Daisuke had heard his conversation with his father? This unexpected factor made things ten times more difficult for him then it already was. He was just planning on leaving as soon as he could …never saying good-bye. It would have been so easy.

But maybe… if Satoshi tried to act indifferent about it, so would Daisuke. If the red head could convince him for just one second that he didn't care, then it would be enough for Satoshi to distance himself and leave without any regrets.

' Show me you don't care, Daisuke,' Satoshi thought, holding the damp cloth in his hands and staring at it blankly. ' Show me, and I can go in peace.'

" Hiwatari-kun?"

" My father's in America." Satoshi's tone sounded more detached than he had expected. " He wants me to move there with him."

There was a pause, and the little milligram that was Satoshi's hope prayed for some sort of desperate reaction from Daisuke. While his mind was commanding the red head to just accept it and walk away, the inner, more soulful part of him begged Daisuke to ask questions, to say… that he wanted him to remain in Azumano.

And Satoshi would have called his father in a heartbeat, telling him to forget the whole move.

But as it was… that wasn't the case at all. Satoshi's fantasies had just made reality hurt all the more.

" Oh… I… see," Daisuke replied, doing his best to sound happy. Inside, he felt like crumbling. He felt like hiding again - to just let Dark take over. " Are you moving for good?" He almost stumbled on his fake words.

Satoshi was currently patting his chest with the cloth again. For some odd reason, the bleeding started up again. If the blue haired teen noticed this, he didn't mention it. " Yes, for the most part."

Daisuke studied the side of Satoshi's expressionless face. Feelings of bitterness and anger began to blur his vision. Why was he being so robotic about it? Didn't Satoshi care about anyone else except for himself? Granted, he and Daisuke were never close friends… but Daisuke thought that after all they've been through, they would at least be on the pre-friendship stage. But as the Niwa stood there, trying to find some ounce of emotion on Satoshi's face, he found that his efforts were useless.

Satoshi was indeed an ice prince, and no matter how much Daisuke tried to warm up to him, it just wasn't enough.

Dark remained silent. Daisuke needed his own space to think. But the thief's lack of consolation didn't mean that he didn't care; for he felt a twinge of pain to his chest as well.

" When are you leaving?" the red head asked, his voice neutral. Damn, if Satoshi didn't care, then he shouldn't either. But, shit. Daisuke wasn't a robot. He couldn't keep it up for long. It hurt.

" There's a flight for Wednesday morning," the blue haired genius replied, frowning at his wounds.

Daisuke felt his heart stutter in surprise. " You must be in a hurry." == Why?==

Satoshi glanced at the other teen out of the corner of his eye. And it was enough to read Daisuke's expression. " I am," he said honestly, turning away and stepping into his bathroom across the room. The door closed softly behind him.

Daisuke watched, feeling forlorn in the empty room. As his eyes began to sting, his fists clenched as well, trying to keep his emotions under control.

== I don't even know why I came here,== he whispered to Dark, staring at the closed, white door.

[ I'm sorry, Dai-chan.] Dark replied sympathetically, but he knew that no matter what he said and how much he said it, it wouldn't be enough to console him.

Daisuke looked down and suddenly noticed that he wasn't wearing his uniform shirt. Blushing, he realized that it was instead Satoshi's.

" Satoshi-kun?"

Daisuke's old wound on his left shoulder pulsed bitterly as he turned towards the battered living room. He recognized that voice, and Dark stirred angrily within him.

Shizuka.

(Tear TT) Thank you for all the reviews! I'm glad you guys like this story. I don't know how long this will be, but I'm trying to go along with the plot. Please bear with me. I appreciate all of your comments. This chapter was kind of short, but I'll try to make the next one longer!

Sapphirexkat2