DISCLAIMER: I still do not own any part of DN Angel.
I've just been threatened to update or else they'll hunt me down. -Ish scared- So, I'm going to update!
"..." Talking
"..." Satoshi's Thoughts
"..." Daisuke's thoughts
The two of them stood in silence for, at least, three minuets. Satoshi just staring at Daisuke, well more like past him. Daisuke just standing there, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. But he was determined to know what was, currently, wrong with Satoshi.
Finally, Satoshi decided to break the awkward silence. "Niwa, I do not feel like talking about it. Now, please leave," He commanded, his voice stern. Satoshi could get pretty scary when the time called for it. Daisuke had seen that first hand. Especially, with Dark. With that, Satoshi opened the door to his bedroom and waited for his friend to leave. Though, Daisuke seemed to have no intention of leaving. Because, he stayed planted to his spot- frowning up at him. "Why do you insist on me telling you, Niwa?" Satoshi finally asked, a deep, exhausted, sigh following the question.
"Because..." Daisuke had to take a short pause to think of a good reason. Then, when he thought of it, he continued with his answer. "You're my friend. And you're always so sad, I think. At least that's what it looks like. I just want to know, what it is that makes--"
"Its none of your business. You may be my friend but I do not have to tell you every detail of my life. Now, for the last time, please leave my room." At least Satoshi said please, right? Like I said, he can be really scary.
Daisuke sighed. Not in defeat, just in frustration. Why did Satoshi always push him away? They were friends, yes. But, Satoshi never seemed to be fazed by anything. He was always so, expressionless. Which was one thing our little red-headed teen was determined to change. A look of hurt crossed Daisuke's face when he was told, again, to leave. So, he started to pout; Eyes growing big and watery.
Satoshi's eyebrow twitched once or twice. Who could resist that face? Seriously, if someone could, then there was something wrong with them. He wont leave until I tell him… and once I tell him... he will leave. Satoshi thought sadly, to himself. Then closed the door and took a few, slow, short, steps toward Daisuke. "Its nothing, that you would want me to tell you."
"T-that's not true. I want to know!" Daisuke stuttered, with each slow advancing step Satoshi took, Daisuke mechanically took one step backwards.
Noticing this, Satoshi stopped a few feet away from him. Daisuke now had his back to the wall. But Satoshi didn't advance any further. Daisuke was to simple minded and innocent. He couldn't do this. He couldn't tell him this. Once he did, what would Daisuke do? Would he leave and never speak to him again? Yes, that was probably what he would do. And Satoshi couldn't risk losing his only friend. Maybe, just maybe, staying friends, and being nothing more, was better than ruining what he already had. Even if he wanted much, much more.
"Hi-Hiwatari...?" Daisuke waved his hand in front of Satoshi's face. Hm, seems Satoshi spaced out again, getting too involved in his thoughts. "Please, tell me?" He was pouting again; this time putting a little more effort into it.Stop it Daisuke, that face is not helping me any.
Daisuke face lit up. His pout growing into a triumphant smile. Finally, he was getting somewhere!
If he weren't Satoshi, then he would have smiled back. But he was himself, so he didn't. "But I don't think you'll like what I have to say." Because it has nothing to do with why I am the way I am. Its, something else that I've been wanting to tell you... for so long.
The smile faded slowly from the red-heads face at the 'I don't think you'll like what I have to say' thing. Why not? Was it bad? Oh my god, was Satoshi sick?! Wait, Satoshi had low blood pressure. Hm, maybe it was something worse. Or, was he moving? Had someone died? Was he planning on killing himself? Daisuke mentally smacked himself for all those thoughts, making himself return his full attention to Satoshi.
Satoshi cautiously made eye-contact. Blue locking on red, his lips moved slowly to formulate a coherent response, "There's something, I need to tell you... ."Don't you just love it when the writer stops in the middle of the story. Its like when you get to a good part in a show, and it goes to commercial. Gotta Love me? Heh... .