Disclaimer: bah you know I don't own DNAngel it'd be screwed if I did .

A/N: wow not even 24 hours and I have two reviews. Well if that's good then I guess I don't have a choice. The story must go on! Or is it movie? Anyway Thank you very much for reviewing Zy-chan and Pnut. Also Pnut has notified it me that Daisuke's sons name is (believed to be) Daichi which sound right to me.

Thanks again you two! .

Side note: All flashback are in bold italics I'm so typical it's sad.

Chapter two

Lost Fates

"We need you help Daisuke." He panted he seemed to be in pain. From running? Perhaps.

"We?" echoed Daisuke and the bundle moved and the coat slipped showing a young boy with Satoshi's hair clutching to the soaked turtleneck. Fear filled brown eyes dead locked on Daisuke as though he was the source. There was the sound of a weight crumpling and the shout of 'daddy!' that brought him back. Satoshi had collapsed and blood was pooling from his back and Daisuke looked at the steps for a second and saw the trail of red leading out and down the street.

Daisuke ran the scene though his head for the umpteenth time. He would never refuse to help Satoshi, for both friendly and personal reasons. However as he looked at the relaxed face of his old schoolmate he resisted the urge to do what he had done so many times before. Kiss him. He stopped his action of raising his tea to his lips. Had he really just thought that? Yes. Answered a voice. His cheeks burned lightly and he shook his head violently. Bad Daisuke! Very bad Daisuke! He glanced at satoshi again. I wonder if they still taste like coffee. And he gave up trying to ignore his urges instead he shoved them aside and went to the small boy who was curled up on the floor back against the couch where satoshi was laying on his stomach, shirt had been removed in order of the bandages to be put on and perhaps that's why Daisuke kept recalling his and Satoshi's little 'sleepovers'.

"Do you want something to eat?" he asked softly to the young boy crouching at his eyes level the boy raised his head from his arms and shook his head. "You wanna tell me what happened?" he asked the boy fell silent. "What's your name?" he asked trying to make conversation.

"Hateshi." He muttered softly. "What's yours?" this request came even softer as though he wasn't used to asking for something.

"Daisuke Niwa. Nice to meet you. So are you a relative of Satoshi?" maybe it was the way he said it or the way his eyes saddened slightly at how Satoshi seemed to have someone else to comfort him now and it wasn't him, because Hateshi cocked his head to the side and studied him closer.

"Your Dai-kun?" he asked a bit perplexed and Daisuke flushed no one had called him that in a long time. Hateshi just kept staring at the older man who seemed to be uncomfortable now. Why does his name sound familiar? He asked himself and waited patently for his answer.

"H-Hai." Coughed Daisuke after a moment or two. "How about I make you a grilled cheese?" and Hateshi nodded and he stood and walked to the Kitchen digging out the ingredients needed.

"Hateshi." Hissed a cold voice from outside the bright room and the boy jumped and stared at the rain falling outside.

"Here we are. I made a few extra incase-"he saw Satoshi was sitting up now and holding Hateshi who was sound asleep again in his arms."Ah gomen Satoshi-sama." He whispered and set the tray of grilled cheese on the table and sat on the L shaped couch.

"Don't worry about it he's a sound sleeper. Gomen he couldn't taste your grilled cheese." He stated speaking normally as Hateshi slumbered on. Daisuke smiled some.

"Does that mean you want one?"

"I always do don't I?"

"I remember you wanting a lot of thing." Said Daisuke eyes narrowing some as he passed on to Satoshi who just gave him one of those rare genuine smiles. He flushed a bit, he knew from the slight burning feeling. "Put on a shirt."

"You never complained when it was off before." Stated Satoshi and reached for another sandwich but Daisuke moved them from his fingers. "Daisuke I-"

"You can borrow one of mine but you're wearing a shirt."

"Is that a threat?" Asked Satoshi and that cold cool look filled his feature. He shifted Hateshi to the couch's space beside him and stood despite the strips of pain and put a hand on either side of Daisuke's shoulder and hunched so their faces were mere inches apart. Amazing how quickly their bound between them had been rekindled.

"Maybe." Muttered Daisuke realizing Satoshi still didn't have a shirt and that he had gotten more muscled over the years. Eyes traced the muscle's outlines and he swallowed and meet Satoshi's eyes again. He didn't expect himself to be so stubborn about a mere shirt. It was true a few times he even asked satoshi to take it off. Satoshi made a sound similar to a 'humph' and leaned in, Daisuke, surprised, found himself doing the came and the gap closed.

Hateshi stirred where he had been set on the couch.

A/N: honestly when will I ever stop it with the cliff hangers neh?

Daisuke: never.

Author: so harsh Dai-kun

Daisuke: you can't call me that!

Author: can satoshi? daisuke blushes I'm so cruel anyway there ya go you two review demons! (Zy-chan and Pnut) I'll post the next chapter by Friday.