Hey everyone! Silverlight here. This was born out of pure randomness. No it is not a depressy fic and all. It just starts out with Satoshi like that. There are no pairings, there might be, there might not…I don't know. But note to readers, Satoshi, Krad, Dark and Daisuke are all separate entities in this fic. The voice in Satoshi's head…is just…you shall find out later! Grins evilly! BWHAHAHAHA!

Summary, since I suspect that it won't all fit in to the other screen thingy.- Satoshi is a lonely, masochistic 14 year old boy who suspects that he is slowly going sichophrenic. Come with Satoshi as he makes his way through his daily life, dodging rabid fan girls and smitting evil bakers, all while learning the art of making friends.

Disclaimer: Jeez, I don't own DN Angel already! Goes to the corner and cries. But I own the plot! BWHAHAHA! None shall stop me with this evil plot of mine! BWHAHAHAHAHA! >>

The Art of Friendship
Prologue

Satoshi sat on his bathroom floor, leaning heavily against the sink counter, gazing in morbid

fascination as crimson blood gushed forth from a jagged cut he had made along his arm. He stared,

fixated, the razor he had cut himself with hanging loosely from his hands. He felt himself getting dizzy,

the room tilting awkwardly to one side, then to the other side. He stared regretfully at the cut. Why

did he have to cut himself all the time? He wasn't entirely certain why. The world wasn't making

sense right now. Satoshi blinked slowly, darkness creeping over his vision. Oh…right…"Because of

that…" He keeled over; the last thing that he saw was the hospital white of his bathroom ceiling.

Satoshi awoke, much later. VERY much later he decided as he stared blankly at his watch, the first

digit of 8 making the most sense to him at that point. He had been awake for sometime already, but

the low blood pressure he was afflicted with didn't exactly provide for speedy wake ups for the boy.

He sighed, a deep, long sigh. Deciding to get up, he grasped the edge of the bathroom counter with

the arm he had cut himself on last night. He watched, slightly perturbed as the arm failed to respond

properly to Satoshi's wishes. It gripped the edge of the counter for half a second before letting itself

go, intense pain shooting up the arm, numbing it instantly, rendering it useless. Satoshi gazed at his

right arm in extreme displeasure. He did not like it when he was not listened to. And his arm was no

exception. When he tried to move his right arm again, pain shot up its length yet again. A pain that

Satoshi was very familiar with now. The blue haired boy sighed heavily in defeat. "Fine, you win

arm, but I won't go so easy on you next time. It's just…I can't…move you…right… now…"

The boy blinked; he must truly be going insane from lack of human contact, he was talking to his

LIMBS now. He shook his head, reaching up instead with his left arm to grasp the sink counter to

help him self help. After suffering from an extreme head rush, not helped at all by his extreme loss of

blood, Satoshi decided that his bathroom needed cleaning. And so did he, Satoshi thought glancing at

his blood encrusted body. The boy looked at the light blue tiles that made up his bathroom flooring.

They were encrusted in thick scabs of brownish red material. His blood. His dried up blood to be

more exact. Satoshi sighed. At least the stupid voice in his head had shut itself up today. If today was

even today, and not just yesterday. Or maybe today was tomorrow and the today that he thought

was today was actually yesterday. The blunette blinked, he should stop thinking before he gave

himself a major brain over load. He glanced at his wrist watch, hoping that it would make sense to

him this time around.

TH 9-29

8:46 30pm

Was what it read. Satoshi blinked again. The mocking green digits glared up at him. He'd been out

for nearly a day and a half. The boy had cut himself on the 28th at approximately five o'clock in the

evening. Satoshi sighed again. He was sighing a hell of a lot today. Or this evening, as it technically

was. Oh joy! He'd miss school. Bet no one missed him much. He snorted, "Time to get this

messed cleaned up…"

After cleaning his bathroom floor thoroughly with a mop and an entire roll of paper towel, Satoshi

prepared himself for a nice long shower. He had already taken off his shirt last evening, so he

undressed himself entirely and stepped in to the shower. He stared at the knobs before him,

contemplating on whether he wanted a scalding hot shower, or a freezing cold one. After some

thought, he turned on the hot water knob, deciding that would be best for cleansing his wound and

such. Then cold water if he felt like it later on. He yawned; flinching slightly as freezing cold water hit

his bare skin, stinging the cut on his arm. The water warmed up after a couple of minutes while

Satoshi dozed lightly under the feel of the cold water hitting his skin. It was said that cold water was

supposed to be good for waking up one self up in the morning. For Satoshi, all it did was make him

feel sleepier. Probably because he was so used to freezing cold showers that it didn't really hold the

same effect on him anymore like it did on other people. As the water warmed up, so did Satoshi

wake up, slowly. He began to gently clean his wound, a long jagged cut that marred his pale skin on

his right arm. Satoshi had made it so that the cut ran from the inside of his right elbow all the way up

to the outside of his right wrist. Extra large for that stupid voice in his head, who had been extra

annoying yesterday. Wound cleaned and all, Satoshi stepped out of his shower. The wound had

begun to bleed again, probably because the blood encrusting the cut had been acting as a scab,

preventing it from bleeding further. Satoshi grabbed a towel, patting himself dry with only his left arm

and watched as more of his life blood welled out of his arm. He wrapped the towel around his waist

awkwardly. Hey, it was difficult with just one hand. The boy then moved to his room, where all of his

medical supplies were kept. He dug around his room. Upon finding the kit, he dug around it some

more, finding a large roll of extra wide gauze. He then began wrapping his arm up as tightly as

possible. He had become good at one armed things over the past few months, ever since the voice in

his head had made itself present. A couple of minutes and half the roll later and Satoshi was finished

binding his arm up. He didn't bother much with disinfectants; his arm WAS bleeding, all over the

place, so he didn't have much of a choice, and there was no one to help him. He would put

disinfectants on it later. After the bandaging, Satoshi moved to his dresser where he chose a simple

white T-shirt and a pair of grey sweat pants and threw them on. Now that was done. Satoshi sighed

yet again. His apartment was deathly silent, not a sound could be heard with in it except for his own

breathing. Satoshi blinked, feeling very, very, very bored. Why couldn't he have just a couple friends

or something? Then maybe he would have something to do right at that point. He grumbled to

himself. Like that would happen anytime soon. "Must find something to distract self with."

Absently mindedly, he got off his bed where he had been sitting and wandered over to his front door.

"Wonder if there's any mail?" He opened the door to find a stack of books laying at his door

step, a hastily scribbled note lying on top of it. Satoshi picked up the stack of books, gazing at the

note.

"Gomen nasai Hiwatari-san. I rang the door bell for ten minutes, but no one came. Sensei asked me to drop off your homework for you, since I'm the only one who actually knows where you live and you weren't at school today. So here's your homework. Gomen nasai again and hope you start feeling better. We were all worried.

Niwa Daisuke."

Satoshi snorted in disbelief. People? Worried about him? When hell freezes over maybe. Niwa

Daisuke…did he know that guy? Satoshi picked up the stack of papers and books along with

whatever mail was there and turned around to go inside. He chucked the pile of books carelessly to

the side, sorting through the mail. "Junk, junk, more junk. That's for dad, more junk. I simply

don't care. Junk, junk, junk…" Satoshi threw the mail to the side just as carelessly as he had with

his pile of homework. Niwa Daisuke…right! An image of a red headed klutz popped in to his mind.

The kid with the crush on one of the Harada Twins. Couldn't remember her name properly though.

In fact, Satoshi hardly paid attention to any of the names of his fellow students. Although he knew he

should. "That just might be one of the reasons I don't have any friends." Knowing another

person's name came in very useful when getting to know a person. Satoshi shrugged. He had figured

that he was too quiet for his own good. What? He just didn't find much use in gabbing his mouth off

with other people. Speak only when need be, that was his way. And the fact that half his class

annoyed the living day lights out of him anyway didn't help him much in getting friends. He scowled

half the time at any one who tried to talk with him and ignored them the rest. Not that many tried to

talk to him. They first had to get past the aura of ice that he exuded, carefully formed after many

years of living with his adopted father. Satoshi shuddered, "I don't want to think of that jerk right

now." Turning his thoughts to other things, he suddenly realized one thing that had been niggling at

him for a while. He flopped on to the couch in the living room, frowning slightly. How had Niwa

Daisuke known where he lived? Satoshi blinked, trying to figure that out. Then it hit him, school

project. He had been partnered with the Niwa for a History project in the Industrial Revolution and

how it had affected Japan. They had gone over to Satoshi's place to do the project, Niwa having

said that his folks were much too noisy. They wouldn't have been able to get much done with his

mother popping her head in every five seconds to inquire if they wanted snacks. Satoshi quickly

conceded, the prospect of an over cheerfully woman stuffing both with snacks had slightly scared

him. Needless to say, Niwa had been out of his apartment within the hour of him stepping in. Satoshi

had seen how uncomfortable the smaller boy had been. His apartment was a little bit creepy. Satoshi

himself talked next to nothing and the hospital white bareness of the whole apartment didn't help the

small red heads situation. What? Satoshi simply didn't have the drive to decorate his apartment. He

had been faced with two choices; either torture the Niwa boy and make him stay in the apartment

with Satoshi for five hours while watching the red head squirm in obvious discomfort, while doing

their project. Or Satoshi could just do the whole thing himself and force the Niwa to learn his part of

the presentation. Satoshi had opted for the second choice. One, he had decided that he didn't want

to be sadistic and torture the obviously uncomfortable red head and two; his voice had woken up

and was telling him to kill the Niwa boy. The faster Niwa was out of his apartment, the better. So

Satoshi had told Niwa to do other homework and observed out of the corner of his eye as he

watched the small boy gawk openly at his hellishly fast typing speed. With in one hour, Satoshi had

the whole report finished, something that should have taken the both of them two weeks worth of

research to complete. By the end of the hour, Niwa was still gawking. "What? I know the

industrial revolution inside and out." Satoshi had said, then stuffed the ten paged report in to the

boys hand. He then informed Niwa that he should learn his part. The boy had nodded mouth still

wide open. "How do you type so fast?" Niwa had asked him. Satoshi had shrugged, and then

ushered the red head out of his apartment. Niwa left gladly. They had both gotten a hundred percent

on the report. Niwa gawking disbelievingly at Satoshi as they received their marks, Satoshi shrugging

and then never talking to the boy again. He glanced over at his pile of homework. The boy quirked

his blue eyebrow at it. Curiosity getting the best of him, Satoshi began sifting through the pile of

homework, finding that it was nothing that he hadn't learnt before. He contemplated his homework,

and then decided that he would do it later tonight. He never really needed very much sleep anyways.

The blunette flopped back on to his couch, bored out of his mind. On a whim, he flicked to the TV

on, flicking through the different channels. He stopped to stare in consternation at commercial

featuring dancing mangoes. The mangoes made their way about the screen, singing in rather high

pitched voices, something about a type of fruit snack that everyone should eat. Satoshi's eye

twitched. "Kill the TV!" Satoshi's eye twitched again, the voice was back.

"Shut up" he said. He didn't feel too keen on cutting himself again in order to shut the voice up. He

shut the television off. The dancing mangoes were a bit too much for him anyways. Any more, and he

would have been mentally scarred for life. Satoshi moved to the kitchen, deciding that he wanted to

eat something. He stared morosely at his empty cupboards. Instant ramen. That was all there was. "I

want good food…" But Satoshi felt too lazy to actually move him self out of the house in order to

get any food. So, he opted for shrimp flavor ramen, setting the kettle to boil. "Kill the kettle!" The

voice in side of his head hissed. Satoshi growled softly. He sighed, taking a deep breath, and then

said, very loudly and clearly

"I DO NOT! Repeat, DO NOT want to deal with you right now. Now, be so kind as to REMOVE

yourself from my head and GET lost!" Satoshi waited on a reply. None came. He shrugged; it wasn't

like he was going to miss the voice any time soon. It was constantly trying to get him to kill things.

Although it was quite amusing the things it came up with when ever it plotted to kill his father. Satoshi

glared at the kettle, watching and waiting for it to start whistling, announcing that the water was

boiled. The longer he waited, the deeper his glare got. Ten minutes had passed, and still nothing.

Satoshi frowned. Checking that he hadn't gone stupid and left the kettle unplugged, he confirmed that

he wasn't in fact, going stupid, but that it seemed that his kettle had decided to choose this day to

break down and die. Satoshi glared at the kettle. "KILL THE KETTLE!" His inner voice was back.

"For once, I agree with you." Unplugging the kettle, Satoshi drained it of all its contents, and then

chucked it in to the garbage, glaring the whole entire time. He was too lazy to go out and get himself

food and his kettle had broken down. Satoshi was in a real predicament for food. "Kill the fridge!"

"Shut up."

Maybe he should just starve and for once in his life, eat something for breakfast the next morning. "Kill the TV!"

"Shut. Up."

The voice was becoming restless. Satoshi took off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. What

time was it? 9:30 the digits on his watch happily announced to him. Was his watch bi- polar or

something? Forty minutes ago, they had been glaring. Satoshi shook his head, not bothering with the

complexities of understanding his watches moods. Instead, he decided that he should get some

homework done.

And done it was as Satoshi stretched his arms in to the air, wincing at the dull throb of pain he felt

from moving his right arm. He glanced at his watch; the digits read 11:34, announcing the time

without much glee. Satoshi frowned at his watch. Now it was sad? No, his watch wasn't bi-polar; it

just had MAJOR mood swings. Why did his watch even have mood swings? Humans had mood

swings, not pieces of technology. He glanced at his watch again. Was it him, or did his watch just get

sadder? Satoshi stared at his watch in consternation. It huffed. He stared. "Never mind…" On to

other things… He had just gotten six hours worth of school work done in two hours. See how much

of a waste school was for him? He took a third of a time doing what everyone else did in six hours.

He shook his head and yawned tiredly. Guess he should go to sleep. The blood loss had taken all of

his energy out of him. Without a second thought, Satoshi flopped on to his bed, merciful sleep taking

him immediately. Hopefully the voice wouldn't intrude on his dreams tonight.

There you have it, the first chapter. Weeeeeee! Runs around in circles. Should be doing schoolwork…… Let's just not talk about that…