Forgetful

A/N: Is it abnormal to be listening to Disturbed while writing a romance DNAngel fic...?

Warnings: Shounen-ai, character death (kind of…), spoilers (No shit, Sherlock)

-Dark Hallways and Absentees-

'Who knew that Daisuke could have such a hurt appearance.'

Hikari Satoshi, otherwise known as Hiwatari Satoshi lay on his mattress, covered in the ruffled, unfolded sheets. From a distance, his expression was blank, but if one looked straight into his eyes, they could see shock, pain, hurt, but most of all, curiosity. These negative and neutral emotions had been inflicted upon him through another; a much unexpected source, too.

'Almost as if he lost his soul…or at least a good chunk of it.'

He idly stared at the ivory ceiling. It stared back at him. (Figuratively speaking) The silky shimmer of the above flooring reminded him of Krad, then of Dark, then of Daisuke, THEN of previous encounters.

Flashback
Niwa had not arrived to school that day. Normally, this would not arouse suspicion, but seeing as there was no parent(s)/guardian phone call or letter, it happened to arouse the suspicions of the staff and faculty members. The students, on the other hand, shrugged it off, including Daisuke's girlfriend Harada Riku. Satoshi, however, had kept a close scan of Niwa's habits, and he knew for a fact that Niwa would never skip. Having the authority to do so, he excused himself from class delivering the common excuse of 'needing to use the restroom' or something along those lines.

Later, after RUNNING THE WHOLE WAY to Niwa's house, he discovered the entrance door to be unlocked. Voluntarily inviting himself in, he found the interior to be dark and gloomy. At the top of the stairway was a small, yet very luminous glow, shining in an equally small area of the hallway. Satoshi slowly closed the door, checking that everything was silent and still. He began his way up the stairs. At the end of the dank hall was a supposed bedroom, which was the source of the light. However, there was an indiscernible shadow in the room. Satoshi crept to the room, (not literally, mind you) glanced through the doorway to discover–

"Hiwatari-kun!"

Satoshi's reverie broke abruptly, and he glanced toward the bathroom door for the source of the voice. The source happened to belong to none other than Niwa Daisuke, dripping wet, red hair a mess, clothed in night clothes lent to him by Satoshi.

"Um...thank you for the clothes, Hiwatari-kun..."

Daisuke stared sheepishly at the carpeted floor, too embarrassed to look Satoshi in the eye. Meanwhile, opposite the 15-year-old redhead boy with his face the color of his hair (1) The Champion of Ice-Cold Death Glares, Satoshi, was staring blankly at Dai. It seems he hadn't completely broken out, ne? An awkward and tense silence filled the area for an unknown amount of time.

Daisuke finally broke the silence by asking, "Are you going to bathe too, Hiwatari-kun?" (No, Daisuke. I'm gonna rape you up the butt and throw you out the window. Here's your sign. (2))

Hikari (3) smirked, and without responding jumped off the bed, walking past Daisuke. He shut the door, leaving the once again quiet Daisuke to himself.

As Hikari stripped off his clothes, started the warm water, and showered, his mind drifted back to the redhead stationed right outside his bathroom door. He realized he had forgotten to snatch clothes from his dresser to change into and promptly wrapped a towel around his waist, water still rushing out of the faucet furiously. He opened the door slowly to not frighten his visitor. Daisuke looked up from his new place by the door to the hallway, to blush wildly and quickly return to staring at the ground. Satoshi took no notice of his companion's reaction, but walked over to his dresser. He took a few clothing articles, and turned around to find Daisuke ogling him.

Satoshi smirked and questioned him, "Something interesting to you, Daisuke?"

Daisuke blushed twice more than he had since Dark had last ever made a perverted comment in his mind; he had two very logical reasons for this:

1) He had been caught staring at Satoshi

2) Satoshi had called him by his first name

"Um...w-well, I...uh...that is..." Daisuke couldn't form a proper sentence, nor could he think straight, so his mind and words were huge jumbles of gibberish and mush. He began spouting words unbeknownst to human (Haradas), plant (My Gaia username), angel (Krad/Satoshi), or even demon (Dark/Daisuke). This boosted Satoshi's ego, for some-odd reason, as his devilish and angelic smirk began to grow, alarming Daisuke further. He began panicking, and not knowing what to do, tried running out of the room. He...didn't exactly make it... After all, the door was shut and running full-speed at a closed door will get you no where except a huge headache. (Believe me, I know. I tried opening one of those push-open doors with my arm, and I accidentally rammed my head into the door. It screwed up my glasses, and gave me a very painful headache afterwards.) He yelped and began kneading his head in a failed attempt at relieving the pain. Satoshi sighed at his clumsy, yet very kawaii, redhead and sauntered over to him, clothes still in hand, towel still wrapped, water still running. (4) He shook his head at him, and opened the door to the hallway.

"If you needed to leave so quickly, Niwa, you should've told me."

Daisuke blushed at his mistake and clumsiness, and nodded slowly, still blushing. He slowly walked out of the room, and turned slightly to Satoshi.

"Um...th-thank you...Satoshi..." he ran off to find the living room of the apartment, leaving a somewhat surprised Satoshi behind.

Satoshi's eyes trailed Daisuke's movements until he had turned the corner of the hall; he then acknowledged the need to finish his shower. He would play with Daisuke later...and they would have so much fun... after all, without Dark, Krad had no reason to act, right? So he had Daisuke all to himself.

-Dark Hallways and Absentees-
Next Chapter Title:

-Red, Blue, Purple, Yellow-

(1) Daisuke and Satoshi are one year older

(2) I'm gonna rape you up the butt and throw you out the window- I Feel Sick

Here's your sign- Bill Engvall

(3) I got sick of writing Satoshi everywhere

(4) Run-on sentence much? I was trying to get it to two pages... my chapters tend to be short...