Feral Desideratum

Stage Five

Daisuke opened his mouth wide and let out a long yawn. His eyes were washed over with tears for just a moment before clearing up again. Despite his tiredness, the redhead felt excited to go to school. For one, the final members of the cast for the plays were going to be announced. Daisuke blushed at the recollection of dressing up as a girl in order to help Satoshi. He was going to be Juliet and Princess Aurora, though it remained a secret among the two main characters and the director slash writer of the plays. The other reason was of course, Satoshi himself. Daisuke never thought his virginity was going to be taken by a boy. Not that it mattered much but it was one hell of luck that the Commander, the picture perfect and intellectual Hiwatari-kun, had to be the one who did him the honors, and took pleasure in it, too. Daisuke brought his hand to his lips, tasting Satoshi once more. He shook his head after realizing that he was going to be late and ran all the way.

When the young Niwa arrived, he wasn't surprised to see a large group of people crowding in front of the bulletin board. Majority walked away in disappointment after taking a look, but some had huge smiles on their faces and were boasting to their friends that they got a major part, in turn receiving slaps on the back or a simple congratulation. Daisuke didn't need to wriggle himself between people to see for himself, but he heard someone and had to turn and listen.

"Do you know Kyo Furime?" It was a girl with short black hair tied in a ponytail asking. "She apparently got both leading lady parts,"

"She must be that good. After all, we don't even know her," replied another who was taller and with wavy brown hair. "I think she's a new student,"

"Yeah, I guess," agreed the black-haired. "She needs to get more publicity. They say Yumi's been talking about her ever since she auditioned. The club members haven't seen her personally, but the way their president mentions her is already overwhelming. Yumi's never been obsessed with someone so they're all looking forward to meeting her today,"

"Where are they going to meet?" asked the brown-haired. "I mean, is there any way for non-cast members to see her before the performance dates?"

The raven-haired girl shrugged. "I don't know. I heard that Satoshi-san wanted to have private practices. Can you believe that? He hardly ever cares about people seeing him rehearse for anything,"

"That's pretty strange. Well I hope Kyo's as elegant as Yumi says, or I sense a coup d'état up ahead," They both laughed and headed up the stairs. They had no idea that the girl they were talking about had been right beside them during their conversation, except she, too, had gone up to the second floor to her classroom.

Daisuke was panting a little when he entered the room. His classmates were naturally buzzing around with each other, the subject matters ranging from something as normal as the plays' cast to something more unusual like the news last night that there had been a UFO sighting somewhere in Japan. The redhead had no time to chatter with any of them. He needed to talk to one person alone. He was the one who was quietly sitting on his chair, his head buried in yet another thick novel. The blue-haired genius got distracted when a hand pulled his book down on his table.

"Niwa," he said, recognizing the boy's red hair anywhere. He gave him a warm smile. "Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?"

Nodding, Daisuke thought it would be all right to converse casually with the Commander before he said anything else. "Mom asked me when I got home, and I think she believed me when I told her I got in at ten because I did a project. Um, anyway Hiwatari-kun, do you think we could go someplace where we can talk in private?"

"Is it that important? The bell's about to ring," Satoshi placed a bookmark on the page he was reading and closed the book. Daisuke noticed that he was already a three-fourths done, which might've been impressive if someone like Daisuke had done it. Satoshi, though, was expected to be that good. That was how different they were from one another. It was hard to accept, but Daisuke was over it.

"It's about my cross dressing," he whispered. "I need to see the whole Writing Club today. I'm worried because I don't have anything with me right now,"

Satoshi didn't show any look of concern on his face, but he took his bag and brought out his cellphone. He waited for a moment after dialing. "Hello? Aisa-kun? Yes…This won't take long. I need you to go to my apartment…yes, I prefer it be before lunch…and pick up a girl's uniform hanging in my closet…it's for my girlfriend," Daisuke's face felt hot. "Oh, and a red wig…You're quite smart, aren't you? You're right, she's in a play…No, her hair's not that long you see…Uh-huh…Okay, I expect it two hours from now…Alright…See you later then," There was a click, and Satoshi hung up. "Problem solved, Niwa. Anything else?"

"Y-you told him I was your girlfriend?" asked Daisuke, sweating.

"What did you want me to tell him, that you're my boyfriend?" Satoshi kept the cellphone. "That would give him a heart attack, Niwa,"

"It's not that. It's just…" Daisuke couldn't express his emotions. He was fine with the fact that he and Satoshi had already 'passed the line of friendship', so to speak, but it never came to him that that also meant they were officially in a relationship. There was no turning back. They had seen each other, explored their weaknesses, admitted they were madly in love; but was that enough to prove that they had a lovers' attachment? Was that how Satoshi perceived it? Did it take only one night for him to be convinced? "I…" Daisuke wasn't able to continue as the bell rang and their teacher came in. He kept his words to himself and went back to his seat.

Satoshi sensed that something was not right with Daisuke that day.


Practices for the plays began, and rumors were proven wrong as the gym wasn't closed and anyone was free to watch. Risa had forced Riku to accompany her, much to Riku's dismay, since she was playing Maleficent more known as the wicked witch in 'Sleeping Beauty'. She may not have gotten the leading role but she was quite happy to find that her character was as evil and as cunning as could be. She has had enough of the good side.

Riku sat on the bleachers, guarding her and her twin's things. She decided to do her homework there so she could watch TV until their curfew. Her attention was caught when she heard someone call "Kyo Furime". Just like the rest of the student body, she was curious as to who was the alleged female counterpart of Satoshi. She set her notebook aside and moved her eyes to the stage.

Oohs and ahh's resounded in the gym. Out came a girl, whose hair was the color of blood tied in a half ponytail, and from what Riku was seeing she thought that to call her beautiful was an understatement. She had a charm that coated every part of her body: her eyes, lips, arms, and legs. She took long strides across the stage, showing off her flawless lower limbs. Her hair bounced behind her, a hand waving to her new admirers. At one point she made eye contact with Riku, who was startled by her large almond-shaped eyes, but she quickly looked away. Riku swore she saw something very familiar with the way she stared.

The cast was given an orientation before anything else. They read the whole play first, then read it again with emotion. Yumi gave comments. Some of the cast suggested their ideas for the script's improvement. They did another run-through until it was time to go home at seven in the evening. Riku waited patiently outside for her twin.

"Darn, it's about to start," said Riku, looking at her watch and thinking about a talk show called 'Humorless Humor' that featured comedians whom you wouldn't find funny at first glance. The older twin found it very much entertaining. "Risa!" She saw her sister talking to two girls also in the play. She approached them. They were talking about Kyo.

"She's exceedingly pretty," said the smallest girl. "I bet she's half Japanese. She's unlike any of us here in school,"

"Did you see everyone's faces when Satoshi kept on talking with her?" said the fat girl. "It was almost like they knew each other very well,"

Risa frowned. "Where do you think she came from? I haven't heard anything about a new student in any of the rooms,"

"It is quite suspicious," said Riku. "Yumi seems to be fond of her. Maybe they're related or something,"

"Or," added the small girl. "She could be an exchange student. You know how they are; always coming in at any time of the year, then go away when their parents are done with their business here. Yeah…I can see it now. Kyo, an exchange student from France,"

"How can she be from France when she's so fluent in Japanese?" asked Risa. "You may be right, Ana. She could be half Japanese,"

"Why are we making a big deal out of this anyhow?" said Riku. "Kyo's identity isn't a part of our business. We can't poke our noses in something we know nothing about, at least not even half of it,"

"An explanation is what we need," added the plump girl. "Or else everyone's going to be gossiping about it in no time,"

They all agreed. The mystery of Kyo Furime was far from being solved.


Sit back during a nightmare

And pray that it ends.


"Dai-chan!" Emiko Niwa said upon seeing her son enter the kitchen. She gave him a warm hug. "How come you're so late today, Dai-chan? Don't tell me you're a part of your school plays. Oh, I'm so proud of you, Dai-chan!" She pulled him back into her arms.

'She has no idea how true that is,' said Dark to Daisuke. 'Tell her everything, Daisuke. She might still accept you as her son,'

"Shut up, Dark!" Daisuke whispered. He turned to his mother. "I'm just a crewmember, mom. You know I get nervous in front of an audience. Besides, I didn't even go to the auditions. I tried to get out of the way as much as possible,"

"Yes, well," said his grandfather, seated in the living room reading a newspaper. "Even crewmembers are important in a production. They do all the hard work, while the cast do nothing but act out something from a script. I say the people behind the scenes are always the ones who are much more commendable. They're kind of like worker ants in an ant colony. All the queen does is sit back until she lays eggs while the servants are at her feet, and her workers do everything they can to find food through rain and heat,"

"That's a pretty inappropriate comparison, grandpa," said Daisuke with a smile, albeit a sardonic one. He went up to his room, turning on the lights. After changing to a more comfortable shirt and a pair of green shorts, the redhead began doing his homework. He then continued it after dinner. He finished at ten-thirty. Dark was already sleeping when he went to bed. With a teary yawn he slept. The world became dark as soon as he closed his eyes, and his mind sank deep into another world, one that understood him and welcomed him every time he visited. That night was an exception. He knew it the moment he became conscious in it.

There was a scream from far away. Daisuke recognized the voice. He ran to it, stumbled on things invisible to his eyes. From where he was he could already make out a figure in the distance. He stopped, and then looked up. There was a collection of tall twigs and branches that came out of the ground. Silky threads like that of what a spider spins kept them together. At the near top, dripping in blood and face drowned in agony, was Satoshi. He was wrapped with silk at his limbs, chest, and neck. His eyes opened. His mouth opened and tried to speak, but a hand from behind him moved across his face and covered his mouth. Daisuke watched as the owner of the hand appeared.

It was Krad. He had untied his hair, drifting blond against the dry wind. He held his Satoshi-sama possessively whilst saying his name repeatedly, each syllable sodden with lust and rapture that at last, he had his Tamer weak and all to himself. Krad's and Daisuke's eyes met. The golden-haired man spread his wings, making him look like an angel. Without taking his eyes off of the redhead, he licked the blood running down Satoshi's face from his forehead. Daisuke clenched his fist, anger burning inside him. He tried to call Dark, but he wasn't answering.

Krad shook his forehead. He was glad that the Niwa came to play. He went in front of his Tamer, floating slightly, and kissed him. Satoshi felt sick at the metallic taste of his own blood. He couldn't do anything, though. His binds were much too strong for him. Daisuke couldn't move. He watched in horror as the traitor angel ripped at both their clothes and started to rape Satoshi. Satoshi's resistance didn't help. Krad took him in an instant, filtering screams of pain and disgust from his Tamer. He did it over and over again until Satoshi lost more blood. Daisuke shook violently at what he saw and broke down on the cracked ground. He had to get out. He had to wake up at once. But he found that he couldn't.

"Stop it!" cried Daisuke. "Stop hurting Hiwatari-kun!"

"Oh? You want to join us then?" Krad's eyes narrowed. He flew down to Daisuke, whom he embraced almost tenderly. There would always be anger when it came to the redhead. "Now, now, little one. I don't have the heart to make you feel left out. Submit yourself to me, and I will wash your troubles away," He said this while lowering his mouth to Daisuke's. The smaller boy had no time to respond. Krad held him tight around the chest, restraining his breathing and movement. Daisuke felt Krad's lips, soft and moist, and afterwards came his sensual tongue that pierced into Daisuke's mouth unwanted.

Krad thought Daisuke was rather sweet tasting, urging him to plunge deeper into the warm wet recesses of the boy's mouth. His big hands slowly went inside Daisuke's thin clothes, caressing the creamy warm skin underneath and causing the victim to tremble. Krad then planted wet kisses down Daisuke's neck. The redhead was so innocent and soft; he was driving Krad to the edge without knowing it. The blonde kissed his chest, sucked on his fingers, yet he found no satisfaction. It was time to quit what he called child's play and on to the good stuff.

As much as Krad only had an enormous desire for his lovely Satoshi-sama, he wanted to try something new. Satoshi could fight him back most of the time, but the small boy he was stripping underneath him was incapable of it as Krad was bigger in size and physically more powerful than he was. That fact sparked something inside him. Daisuke's vulnerability was like a drug that turned Krad on, increased his desire tenfold. Yes. Daisuke was the perfect prey, delicious and fragile. Mmm.

Starting with Daisuke's neck, Krad licked the side of it carefully, feeling the redhead's pulse when he pressed his tongue harder on his skin. Instinctively, he licked his lips, and like a rekindled vampire he bit down on the flesh. Daisuke let out a whimper, his hands producing scratches on Krad's back. Krad sucked the blood violently, moaning at the silvery tang that he wasn't going to surfeit anytime.

Daisuke's tears ran down his cheeks painted crimson. Pain racked his body, as Krad entered him all of a sudden. As he was being raped, growing more and more helpless by the minute, Daisuke stared up at Satoshi. The blue-haired beauty saw that his eyes were lifeless, no longer an enchanting red but a mélange of a deep scarlet and black. Daisuke was in anguish not because his dignity was being taken away bit by bit at each plunge, but because he wasn't able to do anything to help Satoshi and himself. He lay there, taking everything Krad had to force into him, hoping that it would tire the blonde so he wouldn't set his eyes on Satoshi once more. He was unquestionably ready to make a sacrifice.

Krad's ecstasy overwhelmed him. He pushed himself into his victim, restraining and gasping at Daisuke's tightness. When Krad came, Daisuke thought it was over, but the winged creature was unrelenting. He longed for another blood-rushing orgasm, which he rewarded himself after he had another go. Daisuke, too, bled at his entrance. The third time he was abused, the newly formed internal wounds caused him to scream and beg for no more. Krad left his body, bloody and bruised, as though nothing had happened. Daisuke wrapped his arms around himself. Why wasn't he waking up, and where was Dark when he needed him? The boy whimpered. He felt warmth all over.

Tiny rays of the sun went in through the translucent curtains. The alarm clock went off. Daisuke's eyes flew open. He looked up, looked down, looked at everything his eyesight could reach. He was no longer dreaming. He took his shirt off and wiped his damped body with it. He touched his body feeling nothing unfamiliar. But when he touched his neck, there was a rough texture that wasn't there when he slept. Daisuke got out of bed to check himself in the mirror. There on the side of his neck was a red mark still slightly oozing with blood, and at the back of his plain green shorts was a very large stain of the same liquid.


Satoshi seemed quieter than usual when he and Daisuke ate lunch together at the rooftop. Daisuke wanted to tell him about the dream, if it was a dream at all or some immoral trick Dark had played. He refused to believe it had been real for it was too repulsive to think otherwise. A part of him was already screaming bloody murder, yet another remained quiet. What would Satoshi say if he told him what happened? Would he comfort him? Or would he laugh and mock him? Daisuke was too afraid to find out.

"Hiwa--" Daisuke, just as he had gathered up enough courage to say something, was cut short when Satoshi stood up with his lunchbox. He had a dead serious look on his face, his eyes reduced to piercing slits and his brows almost meeting into a frown. Daisuke could speak no more.

"I have a lot of things to do, Niwa," said Satoshi. His voice frightened the redhead. "I'm sorry I can't spend the rest of lunch hour with you. Anyway, we'll meet during play practice. See you later," He walked away silently and closed the door behind him. He didn't even look back to see Daisuke waving at him very disappointed. He kept on going down the staircases until he reached the first floor. He turned left, went straight, and turned right, ending up in front of a washroom. He went inside. He knew well that only a few students went there.

Before he reached the sink, he felt it. It was good that he got away, or else he could've caused Daisuke to worry. He tried to hold the disgusting mixture in, but it began to spill out of the side of his mouth that he had to heave out his lunch. He rinsed his mouth, getting rid of the bitter taste, and his face. He looked at his reflection, not stunned to see Krad smirking at him. It was the same that morning. He had woken up from a horrendous dream and had gotten out of bed to wake himself up with water. Instead of seeing his own face in the mirror, he saw that he had long golden hair and was much taller. His nightmare had come true.

Krad didn't say anything, not even when Satoshi demanded an explanation from him. The Commander was at a loss. In any mirror he saw the same sinful person. That wasn't the only thing that changed. His body felt funny every now and then. The feeling was either very mild, could easily be ignored, or quite excruciating, lasting longer and strongly hurt. Satoshi's body reacted by having muscle cramps, bruises coming out of nowhere, a sore throat, constant vomiting, and difficulty breathing. Medicines didn't help. They made it worst.

Satoshi didn't know if he could bear the torment until he got home that day. Maybe he could go to the nurse's office and have himself checked. They were sure to send him home to rest if they were to see his condition. Who wouldn't? He hid numerous bruises under his long-sleeved shirt. If he were naked, one would see that his torso and upper limbs' skin was full of discoloration. They were all badly sore although Satoshi didn't mind the pain. What bothered him was where they had come from.

'Satoshi-sama,' said Krad softly. 'You're trying to find an answer to this weird phenomenon going on with you, while the answer is right in front of you,'

"You're doing this, aren't you?" growled Satoshi. Krad's smirk evolved into a wide smile.

'I mean, if I weren't here, Satoshi-sama. You're the cause of your own misery. Of course, there's figuring out to do before everything becomes clear,'

"Just tell me what the fuck is going on," demanded Satoshi. "Or else we're both going to die. What happens to me will affect you when we exchange,"

Krad nodded, having understood. 'That is correct, Satoshi-sama, but we haven't exchanged, have we?'

Satoshi knew better than to argue with Krad. His cunning ways were only going to annoy him. The blue-haired genius sighed, releasing all the tension in his body. If he didn't do anything fast his alter ego certainly would, and that would mean danger for his beloved.


Author's Notes: Oh yesss. This story is sure getting somewhere. I got tired of plain yummy boy lovin' so I decided to add a little darkness and peculiarity to spice things up. And it's also a way of satisfying my sadistic needs, although that stuff hasn't showed up just yet. For people who are unknowing of my, ahem, vicious side, I suggest you stick around and find out how many ways I can torture someone, especially naïve, young bishounens in-love. Ah…the feeling of seeing them crumble up and die is priceless. Yes, yes, yes. We shall do that. Now who shall be punished..?