It took me a while to start writing the next chapter to this story and I'm terribly sorry. Then I got stuck a few paragraphs into it, and then I got started on my Gundam Seed, my Yu-Gi-Oh and my other DNAngel fic (if you haven't already and you have the time, would you mind reading them as well? Please?) .:Sheepish smile:. I'm actually getting wrapped up in my school for once in my life—I have to stay after school almost every day for some meeting or another, and this month I have four newspaper stories to do, one of which is actually for the city paper and not just my humble little school. Not that I aspire to being a reporter, mind you… it was the only writing class I could take this year, since creative writing is only open to juniors and seniors. V.V Damn sophomores, anyway.
Anyway, yeah. Hope you like this installment, and I'm trying to get into the habit of making the chapters longer, kyuu? Kayz! Here it is!
Oops, gotcha again. .:Sheepish laugh:. I forgot dedications. I haven't been able to talk to my twin very much lately—we haven't made our Saturday night call in, like, a month—and she can't get on during the weekdays, and yeah. I'm not even sure if she reads this story. .:Has to think about that:. But she does like DNAngel, I got her hooked on it. Anyway. I dedicate everything to Angel, so I think he'll kinda be annoyed if I do another one… erm… so instead of dedicating this to one person in particular, I'd like to dedicate it to all you readers!!! .:Passes out dedication chocolates and homemade DNAngel plushies:. PARTY!!
.:Sits on the sidelines with her Angel plushie and watches all the dedicatees have fun:. .:Clutches the plushie with and stares with wide eyes:. .:supersigh:. .:pulls her laptop over and pulls up the Microsoft word program:. .:Starts typing Author's Notes:. "It took me awhile… to start… writing…" .:mumbles as she types:.
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AHA!!! TWENTY REVIEWS FOR ONE CHAPTER!!! OOT! I LOVE YOU PEOPLE!! .:Goes around happy-huggling everything that moves:.
(Duo) Erm, Zan-san? That just means you're that far behind in updating…
o.o o.O Thanks, Duo-kun. .:Starts to feel bad:. .:Pulls over her poor, dusty laptop:. .:Chokes on the dust while trying to open it:.
(Duo and Nozomu) .:Sweatdrop:.
Chapter… Which one am I on again?
(Nozomu) .:Smacks his forehead:.
Oooh, Krad's song is playing! .:Turns up the speakers:. Wee!! .:Sways with the somewhat satanic music:.
(Duo) .:Falls over:. Manuke!
(Nozomu) .:Sweatdrop:.
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Daisuke sat dispassionately on the window seat in his room upstairs, watching the rain wash down the window. It hadn't stopped pouring since he arrived home three days ago and he hadn't been allowed out of his room since then. He sighed and turned his gaze from the window to his leg, stretched out before him with his foot resting on a stack of pillows. I still can't believe they think I'm faking it, he thought. I mean, sure, I can walk on it, but only for a little bit, and then it really starts to hurt.
Absently he picked at a plate of brownies Riku had dropped by that morning, picking out the chocolate chips and candy pieces and then mashing the brownie part together to form a solid mass he could suck on.
The redhead's family had grounded him for six weeks before he had even taken three hobbling steps through the door, on the grounds of his "running away."
You ran away? Dark questioned. Why? What did Daizu do?
Daizu? Who is that?
Your grandfather, you imbecile! the thief shouted.
Grandfather? I don't have one, Dark. I'm adopted.
That would probably explain why you don't know anything, he reasoned.
Thanks, now I feel so much better. He picked at a brownie with his fingernails and boredly stared at the water waving down the pane. Why hasn't Satoshi-kun called, Dark?
How the hell should I know? Maybe he thinks you're a baby, since… yeah.
Daisuke shook his head wordlessly. Hiwatari-kun would never think of me like that, he told himself. …Would he? No! Certainly not! But now he wasn't quite as sure. It'd been three days already and not a word from the mysterious blunet. To be fair, I haven't exactly gotten in touch with him, either. But Daisuke's parents had taken his phone out of his room and disconnected his personal line, and since he was stuck permanently in his room, it couldn't exactly be helped.
There was a knock on his door, and Daisuke turned. "Come in."
His female guardian, Asari Ichi-san, opened the door a bit and leaned in. Her black hair spilled about her face, somewhat screening her cold black eyes. "Make sure you pack your things, Niwa. Tomorrow you're leaving."
"Leaving? Nani? Doko?"
But the woman was already closing the door behind her. The redhead sat there in a stupor-like trance, staring at the place where she had been only moments before. Leaving? They were sending him away? Where? Why? It didn't make any sense. But what about Satoshi? I haven't gotten to speak with him!
His eyes widened. Hiwatari-kun!
As quickly as he could hobble, Daisuke managed to get himself out of his room and downstairs to where Ichi-san and Aki-san, his adoptive father, were having tea in the living room. At the base of the stairs he stopped however, when he heard voices from the other room.
"We just can't control him anymore," Ichi-san complained. She was quiet for a moment, then spoke up again. "Well, we were hoping you could take him back."
She must be on the phone. Daisuke eased himself down into a sitting position on the bottom stair.
Aki-san's voice was next. "Give me that." Apparently Ichi-san gave him the phone, and he all but shouted, "Listen here, whatever-your-name-is. We can't control the brat, and so we're giving him back. If you won't take him, we'll leave him with the police! … All right… Mmhmm… Now, run that by me again?… Fine. We'll take care of it… hai. Arigato. Goodbye." There was a click, and the line was disconnected.
The soft sounds of fervent conversation reached Daisuke from around the corner. He leaned against the stair behind him and wondered what exactly was going on. What was that phone call all about? At that point he had more questions than answers. As he stood to go back to his room, he was reminded of his original quest, to obtain permission to call Satoshi-kun and talk to him, and once more he began to turn the corner into the living room. But Aki-san started speaking again.
"Moshi moshi. I need to speak to Kouchou-sensei, onegai…. Kouchou-sensei? Konbanwa. I need to speak to you about enrolling a student… Hai, I know it's late in the term… Hai… hai… Of course. He can start Saturday; we'll use the week up to then buying his clothing and supplies. Name? Niwa Daisuke. Age? … Ichi, how old is the boy? Fifteen? Fifteen, Kouchou-sensei. Eighth year. Hai. Hai. Arigato. Ja." There was a click, and the line was once more terminated.
They're making me change schools? Daisuke blinked and staggered his way back up the stairs. Why? What did I do? They wouldn't punish me that badly for running away…
Daisuke? What's going on?I'm not sure, Dark. The redhead sighed and closed the door behind him. He couldn't even remember climbing the stairs or making his way down the hall into his room. And what was that first phone call all about?
Sounded like they were trying to give you away.
You're not helping matters, Dark! Daisuke bit, annoyed. Frustrated, he bit into a brownie, misjudged it, and ended up biting his tongue hard enough to draw blood. "Ite-e!" he winced and wiped a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. I still need to talk to Satoshi-kun. Things were looking more and more hopeless by the moment.
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Outside the full moon rose and set, but nobody saw. Satoshi sat outside on his balcony, letting the cool night air calm his nerves. Soulfully he looked up at the cloudy sky, willing the misty masses to disperse, but they paid him no heed and kept on building. The rain kept coming, covering the land with a fine mist.
The lethargic commander draped himself over the railing on his balcony and stared off into the distance, uncaring of the water slowly soaking into his clothing. Niwa-kun's home is somewhere out there, he thought despondently. Why hasn't he called me yet?
Maybe he thinks you're an overbearing brat, came the insidious voice in the back of his mind. He ignored it. The voice had become increasingly in attendance in the blunet's mind, more and more persistent in trying to compel the boy to do things, think certain ways.
Niwa-kun would never think that of me.
Then why hasn't he called?He was hurt… But the excuse sounded lame, even to Satoshi.
And he was walking just fine when you two parted ways. Face it, it's been three days—if he cared, he would've called or gotten in touch with you somehow.
But he said…He lied. In fact, you did, too. Why haven't you called him?
I don't know… Satoshi shook his head. It was one thing to talk to oneself occasionally, but to stand there and argue with himself. "I'm not crazy, I'm not crazy," he repeated softly to himself, over and over.
Far off in the depths of the city, a clock struck two.
Are you sure…?Dong… dong…
"Shut up!" Desperate to make the sinister voice stop, Satoshi covered his ears and curled up around his stomach, balancing on his toes and resting his forehead on the balustrade. There was a mocking laugh, but it faded and echoed as it did. Tentatively he relaxed his fingers from his ears.
A soft, chiming ring distinguished itself from the usual nighttime sounds. Satoshi slowly straightened and peered around, then realized the sound was the ringing of his cell phone. As if all hell was on his heels, the blunet sprinted across the balcony and the width of his room to where he'd left the phone on his bed, still plugged into the charger. He dove onto the mattress and rolled over the edge, snatching up the phone as he went.
"Moshi moshi?" He hadn't even stopped to check and see who it was that was calling him.
"Satoshi?"
The voice on the other end of the line was hushed and harsh, yet unmistakable all the same. "Niwa-kun." Satoshi smiled and slumped against the side of his bed, suddenly exhausted. "I… missed you." It was strange to say the words, but he had to say them.
"I was afraid I wouldn't be able to see you again before—" Suddenly he was silent.
"Before? Before what? Niwa-kun? Niwa-kun!"
The phone began beeping in his ear. The line had been terminated. Satoshi sat there and stared at the compact telephone in his hand, blinking. An uneasy feeling began to gnaw its way into the pit of his stomach.
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Author's NotesI'm really sorry this chapter is so short!! I've been trying to get this chapter written forever, but it takes so long because it's kinda boring to write dialogue. .:Whine, whine:.
(Duo) Poor girl. .:Patpat:. .:Goes to make her dinner:. Get started on chapter thirteen.
O.O WHAT!?
(Nozomu) .:Takes away her laptop:. Nyah.
Anyway, I have a pre-ACT test to take tomorrow, so wish me luck. If it goes well, I may be inspired to write more, ya never know. o.- Bai all! Please review!