Title: Paint Me an Angel
Genre: General
Rating: PG
Paring: Krad/Daisuke-ish
Word Count: 554
Disclaimer: Stating the obvious: I do not own D.N.Angel.
Daisuke stared outside his bedroom window, eyes utterly dazed. In one hand he held a paintbrush, its tip touching the canvas slightly. The canvas was close to being a complete blank, had it not had paint on it here and there.
"Daisuke? Hey, you've been sitting staring for a while now. What's up?" Dark's voice ranged in Daisuke's head, but the young boy hardly noticed. He continued staring outside his window. His hand slowly began to move again, but his thoughts were elsewhere and not that of the painting.
"Hey! Wake up! Did you hear what I said?" If Dark could do it, he'd start rapping Daisuke's head until he snapped out of his reverie. Fortunately for Daisuke, Dark could do nothing except yell inside his head.
For a while, the room was absolutely quiet, with the exception of muffled yelling coming from the people downstairs and outside. A warm breeze came into the room, ruffling Daisuke's hair and snapping him out of his daydream. Slowly returning his attention to the painting, he let out a soft gasp when he saw what was on the canvas.
"You know Daisuke, that guy on the painting looks familiar. Where have I…" Dark's voice faded as realization dawned on him. "Is that Krad! Why the hell did you paint that bastard!"
Daisuke's face instantly became bright red as he stuttered, trying hard to think of an answer to the question he himself was wondering. "I d-don't know…"
"Wait a minute…Don't tell me you were thinking about Krad?" Dark's voice became sly, but then he let out a loud disgusted snort.
Daisuke could feel his face becoming hotter as his blush deepened. Without any hesitation, he quickly defended himself against Dark's comment. "Of course not!"
Daisuke hastily stood up, dropping the paintbrush on the floor. He made his way downstairs, his mind trying to focus on other things now. He thought of the Harada twins, but his mind soon went back to the painting of Krad. Just why did he paint the sadist?
Truthfully, while he was painting, his mind wasn't on Krad. It wasn't on anything, really. He just felt a warm sense of peace washed over him. He was at peace with himself, with the world. Daisuke stopped walking half-way down the stairs, his face gracing a small frown.
Does the painting have any meaning? If he wasn't thinking of anything during the time, then why of all things did he paint Krad?
Turning around, Daisuke quickly made his way back up to his room to look at the painting more closely. When he was there, he stared at the almost-finished painting, eyes seemingly mesmerized by Krad. He walked closer to the painting, touching it gently, feeling the rough surface of the canvas.
Dark chirped up happily, feeling a sense of triumph seeing Daisuke like this. "So I was right!"
The blush returned, causing poor Daisuke to stutter again. He ended the entire conversation with an embarrassed "Shut up."
Daisuke picked up a white sheet lying on the floor near the window, and draped it over the painting, obscuring it from everyone's eyes. He headed downstairs upon the call of his mother, the painting almost completely forgotten. Dark, however, decided not to let the topic die so soon, much to the horror of the young boy.