Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel at all. I really wish I did though.
And this story may be similar to another story…It happens that I had the same idea also!
A/N: Sorry everybody! I was going to update soon but then I had an emergency and had to go to the hospital. Well, anyways, you probably want me to shut up now and read the story. Then why don't you?
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"Yay! I'm going to go to the same school as you!" The red-head bounced around Dark eagerly.
"Yipee for me," Dark said dully. He was carrying both their school bags and had to use a lot of self control so as not to smack them in Daisuke's face. He tried to smile but it came out more like a twisted grin.
It was enough to be under the same roof. Did he have to go to the same school too?
"You better not be seen around me, Daisuke," he warned. "Or I'm going to slay you," he added under his breath. Daisuke looked at him curiously but Dark only smiled, although it still looked like he ate something sour.
Daisuke shrugged and ran ahead gleefully paying no attention to his older brother.
Dark looked at the crimson-haired boy in astonishment. Daisuke was still leaping around like a cricket.
How does the kid have so much energy?
Dark was pretty sure that most kids who were Daisuke's age didn't have this much energy and especially on a school day. He felt a sudden awareness for some reason. Turning his head slightly, from the corner of his eye, he saw Daisuke crouch like a tiger, his eyes upon Dark's back.
Don't tell me he's going to…
Daisuke leaped as high as he could, determined to pounce onto Dark's back…but came crashing headfirst into the floor, past Dark by several yards.
Dark had managed to escape the strangling mass just in time.
Daisuke popped his head up and pouted, wiping the dust off of his face. He ruffled his hair, shaking the filth off.
"Daaaark!" Daisuke winced as he touched a bump on his head. He spat onto the grass a few times and made a face. He wiped his mouth, paused, and sprayed another stream of soil onto the grass.
Luckily, Dark was a couple of yards away behind him, safe from spit. Daisuke had somehow managed to jump that far. That was quite a distance for a little kid to jump.
"Don't 'Daaaark' me. And stop with that face, it's annoying." Dark adjusted the schoolbags onto his shoulder again.
Daisuke had started to resort to his 'puppy face.' Dark could already feel his heart melting slightly from the cuteness.
Damn.
Dark swallowed and looked desperately for something to distract him. "Oh look, my shoes are untied."
Pretending that he didn't see Daisuke, he dropped their bags and bent over, pretending to tie his shoes. Of course, his shoes were not really untied; he only had purposely pulled the strings out. He retied it again slowly.
Dark could feel Daisuke's glare at his back and heard him draw his breath in to say something but stopped. Dark raised his head slightly and watched as Daisuke jumped to the ground his face showing his delight.
"Dark! This is so cool! My face is on the sidewalk!"
Dark finally finished tying his shoes. As he straightened, he looked ahead, seeing that Daiuke's face had been imprinted into the rough cement. Dark raised a brow in surprise, but only for a moment. Then, rolling his eyes in irritation, he grabbed their belongings and stepped over the "face" and continued on his way.
Damn. These bags are fucking heavy.
After a while, Dark noticed that his brother was not following him. Dark sighed. "Are you coming or not?"
No answer. Dark turned around, wondering what the hell happened to his brother when he saw Daisuke gawking at a car which had just stopped beside Dark.
This car was something beyond words. It was not a normal car. The best explanation would be is that it seemed to have come directly from the manufacturers from heaven. It had a divine grace that was somehow cat-like in a way. Its yellow-orange headlights were tilted slightly with an arrogance befitting a prince. It seemed to barely touch the ground, and the wheels looked brand new. The complex silver lines of the hubcaps reflected the sun, giving off a blinding light.
Its body was painted a rich-colored red, almost like blood. But even this was not normal. Where the shadows were, the car was black, blacker than night. Where the light hit the body red was shown with an impossible luster.
There were two silver wings painted on each side, dazzling in the light, the feathers fraying across the door and hoods of the rear wheels.
Dark stared at the car in awe until the window rolled down. A face appeared, eyes covered with dark sunglasses, a mess of yellow hair pulled back into a ponytail. The driver leaned over the window, smiling kindly.
"Want a ride?"
Daisuke jumped and stood next to Dark in a flash, looking cautious. "We're not allowed to talk to strangers."
The blonde only shrugged.
"If you continue to insist in saying so. But I am pretty sure you'll be late if you don't hurry," he said rolling up the window again.
As Dark stared at his reflection on the window, he saw a speck, which vanished in an instant. He blinked. I'm pretty sure I saw a bird a moment ago.
He frowned and glanced at his watch. It was a black watch with a silver face. Two violet hands, one short and one long, told the time while one other hand ticked the seconds. Realization hit him and his eyes widened in shock.
"Damn!" Dark cursed, grabbing Daisuke around the middle.
He ran toward the car, opened the back door, and shoved Daisuke roughly into the backseat. If anyone had been watching, they would have thought that Dark was trying to kidnap him.
"What the…!" Daisuke crashed his head on the other side.
"No time!" Dark snapped. Turning his attention to the driver, he said urgently, with a hint of apology in his voice, "Take us to Kyusyu and fast!"
As he reached the passenger seat, the door opened before he touched the door and as he hurried inside, he fought with his belt, forgetting to close the door. But when he finally clasped the cool metal together, the door closed, unaided.
The car started and lurched forward, nearly knocking Dark into the dashboard. He cushioned himself with his hands and pushed himself back, gasping for air. He tried to calm his heart down as best he could.
"How did the door do that?" Dark was still huffing slightly as his purple eyes landed on the driver.
The blonde only smirked and with his hands still on the wheel, leaned into the crook of Dark's neck, whispering in his ear the word, "Magic."
Dark froze at his voice. It had changed into the familiar seductive voice, thick with its accent. It was the same voice that came from his dreams.
The blonde sat up straight and chuckled, "I'm only pulling your leg. I had this car made just the way I like it to be. Make it 'take' after me some would say." His voice changed back to the previous nature.
Dark frowned at the blonde. What the heck. This is definitely Krad. I'm sure of that.
He resisted the urge to slap himself. Why didn't he notice it before? He looked so much like him!
How can I fucking not know it was Krad!
"So, who are you?" Krad asked as he turned the wheel and released, letting it swing back to place.
Dark started, and stared at the blonde, puzzled, then realized that he wasn't talking to him. Dark saw Krad's golden eye flick to the rearview mirror. Dark looked at it too, wondering what Daisuke's reaction would be. Dark saw Daisuke look warily at Krad.
Good for you Daisuke. He cheered mentally.
Suddenly, Dark felt slightly uncomfortable for some reason. His eyes wandered along the mirror and saw that Krad was not looking at Daisuke but at him. His heart stopped beating for a minute. He looked away, watching the scenery as it blurred past.
"Do you know him?" Daisuke's voice behind him said hesitantly.
Dark freezed for a minute, and started to choke. "No! Of course not!" He lied hastily.
Krad laughed aloud, raising the hairs along the back of Dark's neck. It was like the ring of death.
"I am no stranger! Maybe I am now but I do go to the same school as you two."
Dark stopped breathing for a split second.
Him? In the same school?
Dark fidgeted nervously in his seat as Krad turned into the school parking lot and braked to a stop in one of the parking spaces.
"Well, here we are. I hope you had an enjoyable ride?" Krad asked, holding his hand out to Daisuke…only to find the seat empty. He had jumped out of the car as fast as he could and ran ahead, relieved to be out and excited about his first day of school.
Dark stepped out of the car, dragging his bag out (Daisuke had already taken his) and swung it around onto his shoulder, walking for a few steps but stopped cold as a hand jerked him back.
"Hold on, Dark."
Dark tried to run but felt limbs tangle around his abdomen, restraining him. His bag dropped to the floor once again and his books and papers came tumbling out. He breathed heavily as he felt the cold flesh of Krad's hand trace circles on his shirt. The blonde then lifted the shirt and brushed his bare skin.
"We're at school. Everyone can see us," Dark said, every syllable shaking. Although the weather was quite cool, he was sweating.
"I don't care, Dark. Besides, look around you." Krad nibbled Dark's ear, his warm breath tickling him.
Biting his lip, Dark's eyes wandered, and saw that everything had stopped. Birds were trapped in the center of the sky, grass mid-blown by the wind, cars immobile.
Dark tore from the blonde's grasp in revelation and glared at him. The speck he had seen earlier in Krad's car window was a bird. Krad had, in fact, "fast forwarded" time. Now, he had brought time to a standstill.
"It was you! You stopped time!"
Krad seemed to sneer, but his sunglasses hid his eyes, also hiding his intent. Suddenly, he seemed to disappear from Dark's field of vision. Dark whirled around, trying to find him.
Where the hell is he? Where did he go!
Everything was quiet. Everything was still. Time had stopped in its tracks and the only person who could start it again was Krad.
"KRAD! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!"
"I'm right here. No need to shout."
Dark jumped in surprise as he saw Krad beside him. The sunglasses were gone, revealing Krad's golden eyes which stared at him with an intense gaze. What he saw reflected in those depths were the cruelty of a homicidal maniac and lust. His eyes gleamed with a hunger.
Dark grasped his shirt, trying to calm his heart down.
"Damn it! Don't do that!"
Krad's face was split by a sadistic grin. He edged Dark backwards until his back hit the fence. Their foreheads touched, golden strands tangling with amethyst.
"I'm sorry. Do you want me to make it up to you?" Krad whispered, their lips barely touching.
Krad's fingers trailed down slowly, stopping here and there to give teasing strokes. His finger followed the groove along Dark's stomach, stopping at a point above the rim of his jeans. His hand snaked closer to his groin, then moved away. His hand moved closer again but drew away to another spot, causing Dark to groan. It was so near yet so far. Meanwhile, Krad kept his lips close to his, but not a kiss.
Dark couldn't take it anymore. He was the one to close the distance between them, his body felt hot and he felt an aching desire. He could feel Krad's smile grow wider against his lips but he didn't care. His body flamed with the need for close contact. He pressed his tongue inside the blonde's open mouth, luring the other out of its slumber.
At that moment, the blonde decided to take control. He crushed his body flush against the lithe frame, straddling his legs. Dark snarled at this and fought to turn the tables but the blonde refused him the dominant stand. He bared his teeth and drove it into Dark's flesh, right in the valley of his neck and shoulder.
Dark shouted in pain as blood trickled down along the groove of his collarbone. Krad wrenched Dark's arms above his head and licked off the blood, his tongue swirling slowly as his eyes gleamed with lust.
If someone had decided to paint a picture of this scene, the whole thing would have gone up in flames and it would still burn until there was nothing left. In fact, the artist would have gone up in flames, too.
Dark faintly felt something nagging at the corner of his mind. It was that irritating voice again.
What you are doing is wrong! He's going to kill you goddammit!
Shut up! Let me have this…
Make him stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! STOP! The voice started to rise to a scream.
Dark clutched his head and with his other arm, pushed Krad off. He was starting to have a headache.
"What is the matter?"
Dark shook his head. The voice had stopped.
Damn conscience.
After awhile, his passions subsided. He realized that the world was still stationary. He leaned against the wall, panting. He had almost been succumbed to Krad's control.
"Dark?"
"Put the world back to normal."
"No. I want to spend more time with you."
"Put it back."
"…"
"Do it!"
Krad shook his head, crossing his arms.
"I refuse."
Dark snarled. He wanted the world to go back to normal desperately. He wanted to go away from Krad as possible, distract himself during class.
Suddenly, the world was filled with sounds. Time had started again.
Dark stared at the trees, billowing in the breeze. He heard the people chatting and buzzing like bees.
He turned and stared at Krad. When he saw Krad's astonished face, Dark knew that Krad was not the one who started time.
Did I…do that?
Krad slipped his glasses back on, and locked the car door. He stooped to pick up Dark's fallen things.
"Here."
With that, Krad walked quickly away. Dark stared after him, still dumbfounded.
What…happened?
He snapped back to reality as he heard the bell for the beginning of class ring.
Oh crap!
Dark hurried to class, already knowing full well that he was toolate.
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