Ice Angels
Care
Here were are as in olden days,
happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
gather near to us once more.
Satoshi sat in silence in front of a blazing fire as Daisuke nervously twirled a phone cord in his hand. The blunette took a sip of the hot cocoa he'd been given and pulled his blankets tighter, all the while focusing intently on the fire before him.
"Yeah, they're not here yet...No, I don't think they went somewhere else, maybe Dark—No! He would have...Alright Mom. Yes, he's still here..."
Satoshi glanced up to notice amber eyes were on him. Daisuke smiled lightly and then furrowed his brow from an answer on the phone.
"What! But...Well I knew you guys were going somewhere but...Alright. Bye Mom...Love you too." The redhead gently set the phone back down and walked into the living room, taking his seat next to Satoshi.
"Well, apparently," he muttered, "While we were gone my parents went to visit my uncle and aunt, but now they're stuck there, because the snowstorm is holding them up..." He took a long sip of his chocolate and sighed softly.
"I'm not sure where Dark and Krad are either, and I'm a bit worried."
Satoshi set his cup down, gently placing his hand on the redhead's. Daisuke looked over, a small frown twitching at his lips.
"Don't be worried, I'm sure they're fine." Satoshi smiled the best he could to make it look convincing, which turned out into a crooked smirk between a frown and a smile. He watched Daisuke giggle gently and nod his head in agreement.
"I'm sure they're both fine," Daisuke whispered and gazed back into the fire. Satoshi watched him for a bit longer, his view very clear as his glasses had been lost in the snow at the hill. After Daisuke had repeatedly apologized, Satoshi forgave him and said it was fine. The redhead still insisted on looking for another half hour. He smiled at the thought.
"Satoshi?" Daisuke was now staring at Satoshi who was really smiling this time.
"Christmas is soon, and I thought I might want to get some gifts for when Mom and Dad come home. Will you come with me?" Of course the boy was lying, he'd picked up all gifts just the day before. He had however, neglected to get a gift for his mother, so there was some truth in what he said. Satoshi nodded softly and watched the boy jump up from his bed of blankets. He still had the overalls on that hung loosely on his shoulders and sometimes slipped past his arms. Daisuke skipped up the stairs leaving Satoshi to fold the blankets and pull on his own coat and boots. Once the redhead had made his way back downstairs he smiled widely, his lips pushing up into a wide smile.
"Let's go then. It might be hard to find an open store but..." He trailed off, gazing into thin air and pondering for a moment. Satoshi shook his shoulders, disturbing the boy from his thoughts.
"Ah! Right...Let's get going then. I'll leave the door open for Krad-san and Dark..." They walked back out into the winter wonderland, the thin and cold air meeting their skin again. As they trudged through the snow, Satoshi couldn't help but keep his eyes on the crop of crimson hair in front of him. He startd to ponder why he was so attracted to the color red before they reached their first store. Daisuke held the door open for Satoshi, the bells ringing softly as they entered.
"Hello?" Daisuke called. Satoshi began to walk around, running hands over various ornaments and blinked a few times in confusion. Strange...this place seemed familiar...Everything seemed to be these days...
"Excuse me...?" Daisuke walked up the counter, shaking off the snow in his hair as he did so. A younger boy popped up from the counter, his face rosy from the heat within the building. His mouth gaped open before he yelled, "Grandpa! Customers!" Daisuke watched the younger boy run off and an old man entered, a cane beneath his old wrinkled hands as he walked up to meet Daisuke. He adjusted his glasses, looking across the counter to the cheerful redhead before him.
"Yes?" the man asked, a sweet smile never leaving his face.
"Oh! Well, I was looking for something for my mother...She likes art, and ah, cooking...And clothes..." Daisuke stared at the ground, a blush running across his cheeks when the man set something on the counter. Daisuke looked up and gasped at the beautiful slippers before him. He couldn't help but think back to Cinderalla at the sight of the purest white shoes in front of him, sparkles of crystal spread across the shoes, and small white bows at the very end. The man began slowly wrapping the shoes as Daisuke had handed him the money to pay for them with a wide smile and nod of acceptance.
"I remember the first who bought these," the man muttered. His voice shook each time he let a syllable out, but Daisuke was able to hear the words clearly either way.
"He was a little boy...A few years younger than you...But they came back to me...In a black box one day..."
Daisuke blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes. That headache was suddenly coming back to him. He glanced back at Satoshi was was running his fingers over a crystal star that hung from a nail on the wall. When he felt the bag placed gently in his hands he turned to see the man smiling, and waving. Daisuke nodded and trotted to the door, calling Satoshi to come alone. The boy's head snapped up when he noticed Daisuke at the door, holding on the handle. He gazed back at the man at the counter and froze, his lip dropping ever so slightly.
"...Don't I know you, little one?" the man asked. He had a devious, yet pained smile on his face. Satoshi shook his head.
"I'm sorry...I don't believe you do." The next thing he knew he was rushing out the door with Daisuke behind him.
Bastard...
xXx
Without a second thought, Dark had plunged his lips on the ones below him and started to breath slowly into the mouth that was Krad's. He lifted his head again, his hair dripping water onto the blonde's paled face.
"Wake up dammit!" Again, he pressed his lips down onto Krad's, taking his time in releasing breath into the other male. He blinked away what seemed to be tears, or maybe it was just the chilling pond water that had gathered on his eyelashes. After several times of trying to deposit life and heat into Krad, Dark sat back down onto the chilling snow. He'd pulled both of them off the ice a while ago in fear of falling back in, and now he leaned against a tree, Krad's head in his lap.
I can't...just give up...It's my fault he came out here in the first place!
Taking a deep breath Dark lowered his lips again to press them against the blue ones that quivered softly. For a long moment Dark let out every fiber of his being, and each breath that he could get into Krad, his eyes shut tightly. When he felt another shudder wrack through Krad's body he pulled back, gazing down at the boy. It was in that moment that Dark concluded he looked like an angel. Then Krad rolled on his side, coughing up water for several minutes. When he had resumed regular breathing he looked back at Dark who was grinning lopsidely.
"You're...alright," he breathed out, panting. Krad too, was panting heavily and looked back down at the ice to rid himself of the freezing water that had settled itself in his lungs. Once he was done he crawled back to Dark, no longer having any energy left within him and collasped in the boy's lap.
"D-Dark...Why did you...save me?" Krad closed his eyes, a strange tingling feeling on his lips. He wasn't sure where it had come from, but only wished for it to return.
"Because," Dark breathed, "I care what happens to you."
Before Krad could ask anymore he closed his eyes and let sleep wrap itself tightly around his heart and body.
Once Dark had kicked his door open, and settled Krad on the couch after fitting him into warm and dry clothes, and doing the same for himself, the amethyst-eyed boy sat down across from Krad. He'd scooted the couch closer to the fire in hopes it would warm the boy faster. Every now and then he glanced over to the blonde to watch him breath steadily in his sleep. Dark looked away, heaving a deep breath. He couldn't have gone on living happily if he'd watch someone die in his arms. Of course he didn't know Krad that well, but he was one who cared what happen to people. Even those he'd just met. It was a terible thing to disregard someone's life like it was nothing more than a flower that had died, it's petals falling softly to the frost covered ground. He pulled himself and walked over to Krad, running a hand over his forehead. His face lost all traces of blood and turned to the same white outside the window.
"That old man knew who you were?" Daisuke asked. He was holding several bags as he made his way back to his own home, Satoshi following behind.
"No. He must have thought I was someone else," he muttered coldly. Daisuke had dragged him around town, buying several gifts for people he knew. Once, he told Satoshi to hold his bags while he went and found two more gifts. He came back nervously, the two extra gifts wrapped tightly in a large black bag. Afterwards, they decided to head home. Correction. Niwa's home. Daisuke smiled softly at him and shrugged. He turned to open the door when a scream emitted from within. Both stared at each other and rushed inside.
To make up for all the really short chapters, here you are. Cause the next is ultra short XD. Or so I think it may be for now. Thanks for reading and reviewing, and please continue to do so! I love all my reviewers! I even got a DarkxRisa fan to review! XD --peachie
