Title: Reality
Author: SapphirexKat2
Rating: PG-13 Overall: R (I promise this time!)
Pairing: SatoshixDaisuke .
Warnings: Slightly AU; Spoilers. Maybe a little OoC.
Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel. pout
Summary: Satoshi wants to understand his obssession for Daisuke. Krad comes out and hurts Dark! Satoshi has to make a choice: Daisuke or himself.
Status: Incomplete series.
Chapter One: Conflicts and Resolutions
Satoshi didn't go to school the next day.
After he woke up (and after his 30 minute daze was over), he sat on his bed for another 20 minutes debating on whether or not he would call in sick for school. It was a pity to miss a day, but he'd rather be safe than sorry. Satoshi wasn't sure what would happen if he saw Daisuke again.
He also wasn't sure of how the red head felt towards him. Would Daisuke hate him now that he found out about his secret? They were sworn enemies, after all. Their bloodline called for it. Satoshi knew what he was risking from the beginning ever since he asked Daisuke out. He just didn't expect for it to happen so soon.
.-. Forget the Niwa.-. came a low hiss from the back of Satoshi's mind. .-. I'm the only one who truly cares for you, Satoshi-sama. .-.
Satoshi didn't want to believe it, but he knew better than that. It wouldn't do for him to live on false hopes; one night with Daisuke didn't mean anything. Satoshi was still as alone as the day his parents died. All he had was Krad.
.-. That's right, Satoshi-sama. The Niwa will only hurt you. .-.
Hurt. What was it like to hurt, Satoshi wondered with detachment. When in his life did he have time to bask in pain? He was too young to understand the death of his mom. Even when he saw her with his father, there was emptiness in her eyes. It was the same one growing within Satoshi's; he saw it everyday when he looked into the mirror, and he could feel it grow within his heart whenever he glanced at Daisuke.
.-. I think the real legacy of the Hikaris is masochism, not just me. .-. Krad mused with mild sarcasm. There was a tone in his whispery voice that even Satoshi couldn't place.
The blue haired teen didn't say anything; for he felt that it was true.
000
The rest of the day was very painful in itself, Satoshi later realized; he thought he would die of boredom and of Krad's (now tangible) presence. He also missed Daisuke greatly, and his close company. For the first time in his life, Satoshi felt as if he'd made a true friend. It was ironic, though, how that person was actually the one he had to stay the farthest away from.
000
Satoshi opened his eyes and heard the doorbell ring. He groggily sat up and cleared his head for several minutes (and three rings later) before getting up from his couch to meet his guest. He opened the door slightly and stuck his head out.
"Yes?" he asked, his voice sounding just as tired as his body felt.
"Hey, Hiwatari-kun."
Satoshi blinked several times as he came to full consciousness. The once slightly blurry figure sharpened to a smiling red head. Satoshi stood up straighter, his heart beating soundly in his chest. He suddenly felt stronger. "What are you doing here, Niwa-kun?" he asked, trying not to sound rude. His voice actually portrayed surprise.
Daisuke shrugged. "Ah, I just wanted to check up on you, is all," he replied kindly. He had his bag on and several papers in his hand, which he extended. "You won't believe how much English homework we have."
Satoshi took the papers. "Oh. Thank you." He looked at the worksheets and saw that they were on adjectives and adverbs. He knew the foreign language well, so it wouldn't be difficult. He looked up at Daisuke. "Is that all?"
The red head looked taken aback and then sheepish the next moment, as if he was a little embarrassed about something. He tried voicing his thoughts the best he could. "W-well, I-I was wondering if… Did you eat yet? If not...then I was hoping w-we could…"
Daisuke was trying, he really was, and Satoshi was touched by his sincerity. However, the tempting offer had to be declined. "I'm sorry, Niwa-kun, but I can't go anywhere with you."
The other teen's gaze was torn, yet concerned. "Are you really sick? Maybe you should go to the hospital."
Serious azure orbs locked onto searching crimson ones. "No doctor can cure what I have, Niwa-kun," Satoshi replied softly. A moment passed in silence. "I think you should go now," he said in finality. Daisuke didn't say anything.
Satoshi came to the conclusion that maybe if he didn't like Daisuke then he could be closer to him without… hurting him, but could he just cut off all relations with the red head with a snap of his fingers? He didn't think so, but he could start. It was better to detach himself from Daisuke than to love him and hurt him…
The smaller teen looked away. "R-right, yeah. I have to get home anyway," he agreed half-heartedly. He refused to meet Satoshi's gaze from then on. "Mom's probably worried about me."
There was an odd pain in Satoshi's chest when he saw Daisuke taking it so well. He felt disappointed, as if he wanted Daisuke to say that it was all right, and he could hang out for a while.
"Hope you get better soon, Hiwatari-kun." Daisuke looked up and smiled then, but it was very brief; Satoshi didn't get a chance to enjoy it. He turned and left. The Commander watched him until he disappeared down the stairs at the end of the hall.
Satoshi was an idiot, letting Daisuke go like that, but he couldn't keep him.
.-. You still need to catch Dark Mousy, and I will still destroy them. .-. Krad hissed menacingly. Satoshi remained quiet as he went back inside.
000
'I will steal the Moonlight tonight at 9 o'clock.' - Dark
The next day was a Sunday. Satoshi had arrived at the museum and looked at the note taped onto the case of the target. Inside was a small glowing vial on top a pillow of velvet. It was made of obsidian with some intricate vines of gold embedded within its surface. No one knew what was inside, for they never opened it. Satoshi knew what it was; it was the light of the moon magically sealed inside. Even in the dark the vial continued to shine.
"Commander, everything is set," said an officer, saluting quickly. Satoshi glanced at him and nodded.
"Traps are set and secure?"
"Yes, sir."
"Surveillance crew?"
"On standby."
"Very well." Of course, Satoshi had checked all of these himself earlier, but he supposed that the officers needed to do something. The man he spoke to was dismissed, and the teen looked back at the encased vial before turning away. He hoped his plan would work.
000
After about an hour, exactly five minutes before nine, there came a great commotion. Dark Mousy effortlessly leaped through the air as he made his way over to the Moonlight. He was about twenty yards away when he caught a glimpse of it and frowned.
"That's not it," he whispered in frustration.
:: Huh? What do you mean? :: Daisuke asked, confused. He looked through Dark's sight and saw the vial. His brows furrowed as well. ::You're right.:: he agreed.
"Don't tell me that Commander hid it someplace else!" Dark cried, leaping onto the glass case and glancing around. "The blue prints of this museum showed about thirty vaults! How the hell am I gonna find it now?"
::Very clever.:: Daisuke mused, smiling softly. ::Last minute adjustment. I bet not even Inspector Saehara knew about it, or anyone else.::
"Damn, Hiwatari," Dark grumbled, jumping off the case and walking around. "And I was going to help him. Now, I'm just pissed."
"Is the Phantom Thief stumped?"
Dark whirled around a corner and saw a shadowy figure with a hint of blue on top. It moved, and a pale light issued forth from the darkness. The vial softly illuminated Satoshi's face.
Dark smirked, enjoying the new challenge. "Ah, hello, Commander," he said, crossing his arms. "I was wondering where my targets were."
:: Targets?:: Daisuke echoed, confused.
"Targets?" Satoshi asked, curious. "You want to steal something else?"
The thief changed the subject. "Can you transform for me?" he requested politely. "I would like to see my old friend again."
.-. I'm not his friend.-. Krad ground out rather harshly. Satoshi couldn't read his emotions, but he knew that the demon wanted to come out. However, he didn't want to endanger Daisuke. If he gave in to Krad, then he wasn't sure what would happen. Krad felt his hesitation. .-. Let me go, Satoshi-sama. I'll get rid of him..-.
'No. I can't let you.' Satoshi could already feel his body burning. 'You're going to hurt him!'
.-. I must!.-.
Satoshi fisted his hands tightly as he felt that awful pain between his shoulder blades. He braced one forearm against the wall as he gasped for air. His hair hung over his face as his knees buckled. Light perspiration trailed down his temples. "Stay… in…" he said through gritted teeth.
"It'll be easier for you if you let him," came Dark's soft voice. Satoshi tilted his head up, glaring. The Niwa looked sympathetic. "You're only hurting yourself."
"Be quiet!" he gasped out roughly. "Just…don't say anything!"
"Hiwatari-kun…"
Satoshi saw Daisuke standing before him in Dark's place. He moved back in panic, nearly falling over. The pain increased. "Do you know what you're doing to me?" he cried. The vial dropped as his hand came up to his chest. "I'm burning…" The transformation was easier the other night because he was taken by surprise, and he didn't resist as much. "You're… making it worse."
Daisuke seemed surprised by that. "What makes your transform, Hiwatari-kun?" he whispered softly. He came out because Dark said that he could help ease Satoshi's pain. Determined, the red head came closer and touched Satoshi's shoulder. It was so hot!
At that moment there were twin flashes of light. When it cleared Dark had fallen to the floor, and Krad loomed over him with great white wings. The blonde smirked.
"Thanks for your help."
Dark stood up. "It wasn't for you. It was for the Commander," he retorted. A smile came upon his lips. "Besides, I got what I came here for." He held up the obsidian vial.
Krad growled. "Damn you." Quickly, he formed an energy ball and threw it at the thief. Dark saw it coming, and he moved out of the way. However, it managed to get his right arm. The force pushed him out the third story window. The glass shattered and fell like rain around him.
An awful pain shot through Krad's head right as he followed Dark and hovered over him. He could feel Satoshi's mixed emotions of hatred, agony, and resentment. .-. It's either you or him, Satoshi-sama!.-. he yelled inwardly to his host. .-. Decide! .-.
Luckily, With had been nearby, and when he saw Dark crash through the museum he flew over and attached himself to Dark's back. The thief was able to right himself properly before he touched the ground. The falling shards of grazed his hands and face as he gripped his injured arm..
He looked up and saw Satoshi falling towards him. Almost instinctively, Dark flew up to meet him halfway. A gasp of pain left him as he caught the unconscious Commander with both hands. Gritting his teeth through the agony of his arm, he descended back onto the ground and laid Satoshi as gently as he could on the grass.
The blue haired teen shifted. "Ni… wa-kun," he whispered faintly, his brows slightly furrowed as if he was worried. There were smears of Dark's blood on his neck and shirt where the thief had caught him. Dark stepped back as he heard the commotions of the police.
'We have to go, Dai-chan,' said Dark, slowly stepping away from the fallen Commander. 'I'm sure they'll find him.' He could feel Daisuke's reluctance, but he just took off into the night before the others came.
000
.-. What did you think you were doing? We could have gotten Dark once and for all!.-.
Satoshi watched as the blonde paced within the recesses of his mind. He honestly didn't know what happened either. He was just so consumed with fear and concern for Daisuke, and he knew that he couldn't allow harm to befall the innocent red head…
.-. Are you listening to me?.-. Krad demanded, suddenly facing Satoshi. Emotionless azure eyes met enraged golden ones. .-. Why did you save him? Is it because you love that boy?.-. Krad's words hit the mark, and the hunter knew it when Satoshi looked away. Krad suddenly felt moved with guilt for causing his Tamer such pain, and he came closer. His heart ached when Satoshi evaded him. .-. Why do you recoil from me?.-. he asked softly. .-. I only want to protect you.-.
'You only want to protect yourself,' Satoshi hissed darkly, turning away from the angel. He knew what Krad was trying to do. He was trying to smother Satoshi's newfound interest in Daisuke with doubts, and it was working…
.-. I'm doing this for us, Satoshi-sama.-. Krad carefully embraced Satoshi from behind. Warmth quickly spread through him when he was met with no resistance, and he tightened his hold on the Commander. .-. To me, you are everything. I won't hurt you. .-.
Satoshi remained silent.
000
The blue haired teen woke up in the district hospital the next morning. His head throbbed as he sat through his daze, making it worse (although he was still half-asleep, and he didn't really feel it). When he was fully awake, he winced at the bright sun streaming in through the windows and stood to close the blinds. A doctor came in and met him. After about ten minutes of check-ups Satoshi assured her that he was fine, and he signed out.
He quickly stopped at the restroom and saw Niwa Daisuke washing his hands. Their eyes met at the mirror, and time seemed to have stopped. Pushing his emotions aside, Satoshi just inclined his head and walked to a urinal at the end of the room with indifference. Blushing furiously, Daisuke turned the water up and just continued to wash his hands.
Satoshi finished and went to the sink at the end of the counter to wash up. He rinsed his face with cool water, rubbing at his eyes and temples to clear his senses. Wait a minute, why wasn't Daisuke leaving? …Why did he even care? He took several paper towels to wipe his face and looked up to find Daisuke staring at him through the mirror. The red head quickly turned away. That was when Satoshi noticed it.
A large expanse of gauze wrapped around Daisuke's biceps peeked out from under his gray t-shirt. Daisuke saw him staring at it, and he quickly retreated, preparing to leave.
"I'll, uh… see you later…" the red head stuttered, rushing to the door. Satoshi's hand shot out, however, immobilizing his left arm. Daisuke paused.
"Wait," Satoshi said. "Please," he added more softly. He walked around to face Daisuke and studied the wound Krad had caused the night before. The redness of the Niwa's blood was slightly visible through the white material. He felt Krad triumph in his mind, but he wanted to…
Tentatively, he let go of Daisuke and reached out to touch the bandage. He felt Daisuke flinch, almost hesitantly, but soon relaxed. Satoshi's fingers trailed down along the gauze, as if fascinated. He then slid his hand up Daisuke's sleeve, feeling the warmth of his body radiating inside.
"Hiwa—what --?" The red head was too flustered to speak. Instead, a lovely blush worked out over his face. He wanted to move away, but Satoshi's other hand came out to hold his shoulder, stilling him. Slowly, Satoshi met his gaze.
"Does it hurt?" he asked softly. He knew it did, but he just wanted to know what Daisuke would say. Would the Niwa reveal his weakness and pain, or hold it in?
"Ah, a little, yes," he replied.
"Is anything fractured or anything?"
"No, but it will definitely leave a scar."
Daisuke's beauty was marred. Satoshi felt a twisted satisfaction, yet guilty for ruining such perfection. His hand gently slid down the sleeve and free of the comfortable warmth. The cold air of the restroom immediately hit his skin, making him want to return to Daisuke's heat. He felt confused all of a sudden. "Why did you stay in here when I came in?" he asked. "Don't you hate me?"
Daisuke gave him a sad expression. "I could never hate you, Hiwatari-kun. It was Krad, not you."
Satoshi's grip on his shoulder tightened. "How do you know if I wanted it or not?" The red head flinched in pain.
"B-because…"
The restroom door suddenly swung open. "Dai-chan, are you in here?" Kosuke called out. Satoshi immediately let go of Daisuke as the red head scrambled away and pushed him into a stall. Satoshi hit the wall rather roughly as Daisuke rushed in and jumped on the toilet, shutting the door behind him. Since the space was rather limited, Satoshi was nearly flush against Daisuke. The red head squated on the seat before him, and as he shifted, it moved, nearly causing him to fall over. He braced his hands on either side of Satoshi's head to keep him in place, their faces only inches apart.
Moments ticked by with tension as Kosuke searched for his son. When the entrance/exit shut for the second time, Daisuke leaned away, blushing furiously. Satoshi gave him a look.
"What did you do that for?" he asked, confused. His heart was pounding!
Daisuke hopped down, not meeting his gaze as he stepped out of the stall. "Well, I-I technically can't be seen with you," he whispered in reply, almost regretfully. "I better go now. See you later, Hiwatari-kun."
Satoshi stood still this time as he watched Daisuke walked away, however, the powerful urge to hold him back was still there. He leaned against the wall and let his head fall back with a soft thud. His heart continued to beat rapidly in his chest, the rhythm echoing in the empty room.
'What is this feeling inside of me?' he asked, placing a hand over his racing heart.
It was now certain that leaving Daisuke alone was close to impossible.
To Be Continued...
Hiya! I am SO SORRY for the long awaited update. I had exams. eek! Now they're over, so yeah. Happy X-mas Vacation!
SapphirexKat
