-1Title: Memory

Rating: T for Teen 13+

Disclaimer: DNAngel © Yukiru Sugisaki-sensei

Author's Note: I return from the DEAD! Gosh, no writing influences lately. I decided to get off my dead butt and type out the second chapter. Hope you all like it. . . -is so busy planning a -FAKE- story- XD

Warnings: OOCness. Yaoi. DarkKrad, SatoDai

Memory

Chapter Two

Krad sat at the dinner table, his eyes focusing on the porcelain plate that lay in front of him. He had finished dinner, and was deep in though. Satoshi quickly finished up him own dinner, staring at his chatting mother and step-father. After the two teens were excused, Satoshi began the route to his room, when the door bell rang. Turning around in a sharp turn, Satoshi dashed to the door.

He thrusted the door open, and saw there standing the bright redhead from his class. Satoshi stood there for a second, dumbfounded. Why had he come here? Then it hit him like a two ton boulder.

"Hello, Hiwatari. Ready to study for the test tomorrow?" The vibrant teen said, with a bright smile.

"Ah, Niwa. Yes, this way." He knew, subconsciously, that it would be him, and proceeded to lead him to his room.

As they stepped into the bright white room, Satoshi scattered various notes and books upon the floor. Niwa Daisuke followed his movements, and they began to study furiously. Sloawly, after about fifteen minutes, Satoshi decided to turn on the radio to help him concentrate. Immediantly, it began playing Cascada's 'Every Time we Touch'. This caused Satoshi to twitch.

"This song always seems to be on the radio." Daisuke said, sitting up while stretching his arms.

"It's annoying," Satoshi said with a simple tone, standing up, "how about we go and check on my brother. It'd be better than listening to this song."

"Alright. I suppose."

Standing up, the two made their way through twisting hallways , reaching their final destination; Krad's room. Inside, there were two voices, hushed by the walls and door. The slowly opened the door to an ajar position. Daisuke laughed quietly.

"What's so funny?" Satoshi whispered.

"You see that person with purple hair? He's my brother. Now I know where he went!" Daisuke chuckled.

"What's so funny about that?" Satoshi questioned.

"Most his friends don't know about this; Dark wouldn't allow himself to slip this little secret. I have blackmail!"

"How interesting." Satoshi said, watching his brother move his head as he assisted a grumbling Dark.

"Maybe we should get back to studying." Daisuke suggested after a moment of silence.

Satoshi nodded as a response. Back in his room, they continued where they left off, studying and reviewing the laws of gravity.

After about half an hour, Daisuke took his leave. Soon even after that, another opening and closing of the door occurred. After that, it was silent. The radio had been shut off soon after, and Satoshi took to reading a book. As his tired eyes skimmed the pages, he felt his eyes droop, and his state of being awake leaving soon after that.

A knock came from outside. Satoshi groaned, turning over. Another few knocks, much louder than the first. The reply was another groan and a squeak from the bed as Satoshi sat up. Another knock was met by a loud "I'm up! I'm up!". The knocking ceased. Satoshi stood up, and made his way over to his closet, picking out a school uniform. Strolling over to his bathroom, had held one arm against the wall for support. Mornings weren't his strong point.

Krad glanced at the stairs to see his younger brother walking down them lazily.

"You're going to trip at this rate."

Satoshi glared through square shaped glasses, "shut up, Krad."

Krad chuckled, slipping on his shoes. He recalled all that happened last night. From how Dark described how he was in the mornings, he suspected he was the exact same way as Satoshi. As the younger teen reached the bottom stair, his face was met by his book bag, sending him stumbling backwards for balance.

"What was that for?" he demanded, bending over and swinging the bag over his shoulder.

"For being so slow. At this rate, we'll be late," Krad turned the doorknob, while his reply was a quiet, "does it look like I care?"

"Bye kids, say hi to your uncle Takamichi for me!" Rio Hikari called cheerfully from the kitchen.

Krad noted that, his brain still not clicking in. As they walked, he observed the sky; a dull gray, no blue showing at all, not a singly bright ray of sunshine daring to peek through the curtain of clouds. It was going to rain, he just knew it. Satoshi, on the other hand, could care less as he walked straight forward, as if in a zombie-like trance. Cutting through his clouded mind was the sound of fast paced footsteps. Breaking away his glance, he looks back, only to be hit by a young strawberry haired classmate.

Krad chuckled, "Oh my, are you alright, Satoshi?"

"I'm. . . Just fine," he glared, rubbing his head.

"Ah! Hiwatari, I'm so sorry!" The flustered Niwa Daisuke stood, extending his hand.

"Daaaaaaaisuke! I warned you about rushing!" Krad's eyes widened.

"Ah, Niwa?" Krad said, watching Dark jog towards them.

"Oh, Hikari. It's you," was his flat reply.

"Ah. . . I hate to interrupt, but if we don't hurry, we'll be late." Daisuke said as he assisted Satoshi up off the cold pavement.

So they split their separate ways, Dark and Krad heading off to their homeroom, and Daisuke trailing happily behind Satoshi to their own homeroom.

"Daisuke seems to like my brother." Krad smiled.

"Well, Daisuke likes a lot of people. He only has two close friends, the Harada twins, and they're female, so I suppose he's a bit. . . feminine, at least personality wise." Dark nodded, crossing his arms.

"Feminine? Him? If anyone is feminine, it's you Dark."

"Whaaaat? I am not feminine in the least little bit!"

"See? Your voice got all high-pitched. Just then, like a girl's does when she gets angry."

"Well, if I'm feminine, then you have the heart of a woman! I mean, look at your hair! I bet it goes down to the floor when it's not up in a ponytail!" That hit a nerve.

"Oh, be quiet, Dark! I take pride in my long hair!"

They entered the classroom, a cold glare directed at each other. Inside, Dark felt warm. Up until a few minutes ago, he was only 'Niwa'. Why had Krad begun to call him 'Dark'? He didn't know, but it felt nice. The only other person that called him that was his brother. . . Okay, there was his family, too. As he began nodding off to sleep, the door (which he was sadly positioned by) slid open, showing the teacher.

With the few minutes of free time they had left, Krad quickly made his way up to the front desk. "Um, Mr. Takamichi?"

"Yes, Krad?" Takamichi didn't look up from the papers he was grading.

"Mother wanted to tell you she said hello. . . Wait a minute! You're my uncle?!"

Author's Note: Omigosh! That is the most I've written (I think). Sorry it was so long to get out. ;-; Hope you enjoyed this. Remember, constructive criticism is welcomed. But. . . no FLAMES. Thank you.