Hey guys. I know by now you were wondering 'Oh noes! Where is Kuria? I want my PotO/DNAngel fanfic, biatches! Rawg!'. I know. I want to write it. But I can't exactly. Would you like to know? I'm sure you do. It's because my laptop exploded, so now I can't write on it. I'm stuck on the family computer, and I don't exactly get a lot of time to write on it. Plus, I can't exactly save a shonen-ai fanfic on my computer without it most likely being found and read, and that would be rather awkward. O.o So, when do I get a new laptop?
…About the end of June, after I've gotten a job and worked my ass off for about a month. o.o
So, you guys are stuck without Angel of Music for a little while! I know, it tears me apart inside too. I wanna write. I got IDEAS.
But then I got an idea of how I could keep you guys somewhat happy/prevent large amounts of rotten food flying in my/laptop's direction! I'll write mini-chapters having NOTHING to do with the plot! Histories and stuff! And call them intermissions! They'll be wicked short, but hey! It's so they SPAN a long ways. (And so I can call notices like these chapters and not have the story taken off the site. o.o )
I know. I AM clever. Praise me, suckers. XP
Now, I won't do my usual suck-ups and thank yous, because those take TIME, and I want this little 'chapter' up tonight. I'll just cover everything in the next real chapter. But keep the love coming. Because my old threat still holds true. Who knows, you show me enough reviews, and some disaster might fall upon Riku! Depends if you are good little kiddies.
Intermission 1
"Papa? Papa!" A little redheaded boy tugged at a much larger man's pants, looking up at his 'papa' with large crimson eyes that held large amounts of confusion. "Papa, why are we here?"
"Hush, child." Was the only reply. His tone was not harsh, but instead his deep voice laughed with a fatherly love. The boy followed his father's gaze, which was fixed to a white house resting on the sand banks. A good 25 feet away from the house was the sea, the waves lapping up against the sand, the blues and greens of the water reflecting calmly in the bright sunlight. The sands of the beach seemed almost white, nearly untainted by man. The house itself was a sight- tall columns of strong white marble, the carvings in the arches above the door without a rival in beauty. The house seemed rather old, but it still radiated a calm, lovely feel. "Daisuke, this is where we shall be spending the summer."
"Why, Papa?" He asked, his small hands clutching his father's black pants.
"Because we needed a change of scenery."
"What about Mama?" He asked, his large eyes showing confusion and sadness. "Mama has been gone a long time…" The man stiffened slightly, closing his eyes tightly as he took in a sharp, painful breath. Anyone without the innocence of a child could tell the man was thinking of things he did not wish to think of, but Daisuke did not notice his father's troubles.
"Mama…" He said, his voice faltering slight. "Mama is on a trip."
"Then why did we not go?"
"Because where she went I cannot follow…" The man whispered to himself, and closed his eyes again. His eyes, unlike his son's, were chocolate in color, but his hair was a near copy of Daisuke's, except darker in its red color. The man stood tall and was built rather scrawny, but that did not mean the man was not handsome. He shook his head slightly, and ruffled the small boy's hair. "Do not trouble yourself with such things."
Daisuke simply blinked at his father as the man unfurled his fingers from the light grip he had on his pants so he could hold the small hand in his much larger one.
"Come, child. I wish for you to meet the family that will be here with us. The father was a close friend of mine, and this is his summer home. He knew we needed a time for which to relax, so he has been kind enough to let us stay. Behave."
"Yes, Papa." Daisuke followed closely behind his father as they made their way up to the house, swinging their hands back and forth ever so slightly as they walked. He looked behind them, seeing his small footprints next to his father's much larger one. "Papa!" He giggled. "Your feet are large!" His father laughed.
"Very observant of you! What else do you notice?"
"Your hands are also very large!"
"Such a clever boy," he said in between laughs. Their feet soon met wood as they climbed the steps to the door. His father raised a hand for which to knock, but someone had already thrown open the door and enveloped Daisuke's father in a hug. Daisuke let go of his father's hand and stood back, tilting his head slightly in confusion.
"NIWA! So good for you to have come!" said the man in a deep, booming voice. He was not a very tall man, coming up to around Daisuke's father's shoulders. His hair was jet-black, and his eyes a deep purple. He had a goatee, which framed his large, friendly smile. His suit was clean and cut well, as was his hair. Daisuke's father laughed and patted the man on the back.
"It's wonderful to see you as well!" He said, his eyes sparkling. "It has been far too long."
"Far too long indeed! Last time I saw you was on stage, and this little boy was a mere babe!" He turned to Daisuke, who ran behind his father, scared at the strange man. The man simply laughed. "I believe your boy is afraid of me!"
"Daisuke is simply shy." He grinned at Daisuke as he clutched his pant leg once again. He ruffled his hair, and turned to the strange, large man. "How is your family? It has been a while since I have seen little Riku."
As if on cue, a little girl walked from down the stairs. Her short locks bounced as she walked, her pale yellow dress swishing with her every step. A matching ribbon was tied around her neck, and her large eyes peered at her father as she stopped, looking at Daisuke curiously.
"Papi, who are these people?" She asked, tilting her head. Daisuke's father swept into a bow as Daisuke just stared at her.
"I am a friend of your father's. This is my boy, Daisuke. I believe he is the same age as you?" She clapped her hands together.
"Wonderful! We shall be friends then!"
"Friends?" Daisuke said, suddenly bursting out with a tone of shock. "But…you are a girl!" She blinked at him, studying him carefully.
"Are you saying we cannot be friends because I am a girl?"
"Of course! Girls are icky!" He said, hiding behind his father a bit more.
"Daisuke!" came his father's voice, amused. Riku drew herself up, lifted up her foot, took off her shoe, and chucked it at Daisuke. It hit him square on the head.
"WELL, I DON'T WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH A SMELLY LITTLE BOY ANYWAYS!" She yelled, then promptly turned and charged back up the stairs while her father yelled after her to come and apologize.
Such was the start of a childhood romance.
End of Intermission 1
Now keep in mind that I wrote this in like 10 minutes just so the note didn't kill of the fanfiction. I know it's crappy. I'll fix it later. Shut up. .
Anyways, review if you love me! You know you do!
