Ok, first things first.
1. This is yaoi
2. I don't own DNAngel
Dark: Thank heaven you don't.
Whisper: Just for that, I'm going to break bones.
Dark: Weren't you planning on doing that anyway?
Whisper: Be quiet you!
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Price of Angels
Deal with the Devil
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"Well, welcome back to the void." Dark muttered to himself. That was the problem with being someone who depended on a host body. It was the absolutely boringness of the in-between time. An infinite amount of darkness from which he could not escape no matter how far he walked and which did not reach out to swallow him into sweet oblivion. Once, and only once, he and Krad had stumbled up on one another in the blackness. They had barely given a nod to acknowledge each other, for what was the use of pursueing their rivalry here? Their magical energies were useless here, so unless they wanted to go at it like a couple of schoolboys swinging their fists and rolling on the ground, it was rather pointless to engage in a fight.
So the solitude was endless. The silence was a thick and clinging curtain that Dark could almost feel around him. And this time, it was worse. He had not just appreciated his host, been a friend and ally. He had LOVED him. Loved him deeply, although he knew those feelings would never be returned. He had foolishly allowed the walls in his soul to be broken down, Daisuke had torn away the pretense of callous rogue and left him bare.
Now he could cry. He was nothing now. All the pride was tossed away as he crumbled. He lay in the oppressive darkness, sobbing as if the tears would heal his broken heart. "I'd do anything to come back to you, Daisuke…" He could taste the saltiness of his own tears on his lips, "Ashiteru…" He whispered, "Ashiteru…"
Would you do anything, Dark Mousy?
"What?" the thief was startled from his misery by a strange voice. It sounded like an echoing whisper, rasping and…creepy. Yes, most definitely creepy. A sound which reminded him of the rustling of paper.
Would you do anything to return? To have a body of your own with which to love and live?
Dark cocked his head, unruly hair falling into his eyes, "Yes. Well, nearly anything…" he said softly, "As long as it didn't hurt Dai-chan."
The voice chuckled. The purple-haired thief had thought the voice was scary before, but the laughter sent chills up and down his spine. This was entirely new to him, the fact that someone else was speaking to him here in what he had considered his solitary exile. He had been here many times before, but never had there been a voice. 'Nope. Never a voice. Would have definitely remembered creepy voice.'
I can give one too you. A body of your own…
Amethyst eyes narrowed, creepy voice now had his attention, "So what's the catch?" He had not been a renowned thief because of luck, but by caution and training. Nothing came without wanting something in return, so he had believed. And everything about this screamed "TRAP!" to his honed senses.
The voice laughed, that spine-tingling eerie sound again, as if someone had taken paper and torn it, adding amusement to the sound, You must do as I say, in my world, for two years. After that you may do as you wish. Just amuse me.
'Two years. Then you'll see Dai-chan again.' A small hope fluttered inside his chest. No matter what this creature wanted, it would be worth it. Dark's love for the little redhead overwhelmed all his other safeguards. Anything was worth it, he would dance, die or trek through hell. Anything.
"All right. I accept. But if you don't keep your word there will be hell to pay."
The laugh was even more intimidating this time, Oh, no fear, Mousy, I'll keep my word, as long as you keep yours.
/One year later/
"Ugh, Daisuke! That's it! That's the absolute end!" The teary-eyed girl pounded her fists on the redhead's chest. "All you do is talk and brood about him! That-that PERVERT! What about me? Don't you love me!" She sobbed frantically.
Dai raised a hand in defense, "Please don't say that! I – "
"I what!" She screamed at him, "I'm sorry, love, I just can't get over a thief that doesn't even truly exist! You freak! You don't love me! You love him."
The amber-eyed boy hung his head, "Yes. I love him. Or should I say 'loved' as he cannot come back thanks to you?"
"UUUUUUUGH!" She shrieked at him, "That's it! We're through!" She stormed out, furious, and Daisuke realized with a sort of detached shock that she was serious this time.
"I'm a real fool, Dark." He muttered, even though he knew he would get no answer. "I'm an idiot for letting you go. Perhaps I'm an idiot for even falling in love with you in the first place, but…" He walked over to the window, leaning out and letting the wind stir his fiery hair. "Ashiteru, Dark Mousy…" A solitary tear stained his cheek.
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"Ashiteru, Daisuke." Mumbled Dark through bruised lips. The thief hung limply from bonds he could not see. He could see the blood though. Smell blood, taste blood, see blood. Oh joy. And it was all his. All this blood belonged to him.
Oh, but it was what he so richly deserved. He was the fool, the puppet, who treated those who relied on him with such uncaring scorn. And if in the end it did get him what he wished, then he counted himself lucky. Oh but the pain, the unseen agony caused by an unseen tormentor. There was no point of focus save his own pain, he was drowning in it, and only the thoughts of Daisuke kept him sane. He closed his eyes and the thief could still see him. "I wonder if he's gotten taller?" A whole year, but it felt like an eternity, ever since he had sealed a pact with whatever his torturer was, demon, devil or other entity. Oh how he wished for something to break the endless cycle, something that would feel more real than his broken body.
Getting bored? Questioned the voice again.
"Oh no, " Dark answered as casually as possible, "I'm having a ball!"
Good, let's have a little more fun, though, shall we?
The thief heard a sickening crack as several of his ribs snapped. 'Note to self: Having a body is not all it's cracked up to be.' Before this he had been a magical being, able to recover using the energy of his host. Nearly invulnerable. Now, now he was human, and subject to the sadistic whims of this…being. Only one more year left, he told himself, as his wrist snapped, only one more year. Then the bonds twisted, and the bones in his wrist drove themselves through his skin, and Dark screamed as white-hot pain engulfed him.
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/Yet another Year Later/
The sixteen year old trudged home. It was cold, it was late, and it was raining. His mother was absolutely going to kill him. If she was still up that is. If not, he could always pretend that he'd come home at a decent hour. Two in the morning wasn't exactly decent.
If Satoshi hadn't gone home early, Daisuke would probably still be there. He and the blue-haired boy would now "hang" together, becoming almost like brothers. Krad had disappeared the same time as Dark, strangely enough, and had caused the Hikari no more grief. No, the only grief he got was from staying out to late with Daisuke.
The redhead used to ALWAYS be home on time….but then, that was when he'd been a naïve child, before he met Dark. Now, he felt, hardened, somehow. His hair was longer, long enough to put in a short ponytail instead of sticking every which way, and he had, in an act of rebellion, pierced one ear, which held a small silver ring with an amethyst stone. It reminded him of the thief's eyes. Two years, two years that he still hadn't been able to let go. He supposed it was foolish of him.
"Stupid, Daisuke, you fool." Be berated himself. He was thinking about him again. Not good. He turned into an alleyway, this part of town was a bit rough, but it would get him home quicker. Anything to avoid the wrath of Emiko…
Just then, he tripped. "Dammit!" He caught himself in time to keep from ending up face, down on the pavement; he cast a glance over his shoulder to see what had tripped him. What the hell? He turned around and took a closer look…
TBC
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Daisuke: How could you leave those nice people there?
Whisper: Easy…you tripped.
Krad: It's never good when they trip...And you know the girl was Riku after that Pervert comment.
Whisper: Aw, stop that, you're being a wet blanket:pokes: besides, you aren't even in this fic yet!
Dark: I know where he is.
Whisper: Shhhhh!
Dark: Oh, and do I get to be in one piece in the next chapter? Do I get a reward? Huh? Huh?
Whisper: Oh please, be happy I didn't make it ten years.
Dark: You're so meeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaan!
Whisper: Deal with it. Anyway, read and review! I'll see you in the next chappie!
Dark: I get to at least kiss Daisuke, right?
Whisper: Only if you shut up right now.
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