"Why did you leave him out there, when you know that he could've fallen off?" Daisuke shouted as the initial shock left him. To-to was in front of him, learning her mistake on not keeping her eye on Satoshi. She looked like she was sorry and Daisuke took a deep breath before controlling his emotions. When it looked like To-to could apologize, Daisuke's shoulders were relaxed and no longer as tense as it was before.
"I-I'm sorry, Daisuke-sama. I-it's just… I'm jealous of you… I-I've worked here for a f-few years already, b-but, Satoshi-sama st-still likes you better th-than me." To-to explained as she fought back tears of shame. The person that she put in danger was the same person she wanted to see some affection from (in a platonic way, of course). Daisuke sighed in his mind and shook his head to himself. For the love of another, people sure do strange things.
"… Hn. Let's go in." Daisuke said in a soft voice, not in an impolite way. He didn't know exactly what to say to that kind of confession. They were both currently outside Satoshi's room while Dark and Satoshi were being checked over for any injuries when Dark's rear kissed the ground.
"There you are!" Dark's relieved face greeted them when Daisuke opened the door. The doctor was hovering over him with a disgruntled look. "Tell him it's nothing serious, Daisuke. Tell him that all I got is a bruise to my… rear end." It was rather obvious he didn't want to say the word 'ass' in front of a seven-year-old, conscious or not.
The doctor continued to fuss over Dark and Dark kept pushing him away and calling for Daisuke's help. The two standing in the hallway couldn't help themselves as they laughed at the harassed Dark. Dark glared at them and all the noise awoken Satoshi. The little azure-haired boy slowly sat up in bed, blinking and rubbing the sleepiness out of his eyes. Once he seemed to get his bearings, he looked at the doctor, Dark, To-to, and at Daisuke. All in that order.
"Daisuke-nii-chan!" Satoshi said loudly in excitement as he jumped off the bed. But before he could take another step, his body froze and he nearly collapsed onto the floor, if Dark hadn't caught him in time… again. Daisuke looked concerned and walked over. He placed a hand on Satoshi's forehead and Satoshi weakly moved his head upward to show he wasn't unconscious. He smiled briefly at Daisuke and pushed Daisuke's hand with his forehead.
"Bow wow." Satoshi mumbled. Daisuke laughed at Satoshi's childish antics and Satoshi grinned back. Dark chuckled and picked Satoshi's body up and placing him onto the bed again. The doctor, who was being ignored with To-to, huffed and exited the room, muttering something like 'impolite patients' and 'next time I won't help them if they get hurt'. Dark flicked Satoshi's nose as he opened his mouth again to imitate a dog. To-to smiled at them gently and closed the doors, knowing Satoshi, if not Dark or Daisuke, would want some privacy.
"Now, now. My grandma always told me not to act like a dog." Daisuke teased. "She said that you're calling yourself a mutt and she was the dignified lady that took nothing from anyone." Daisuke's eyes took a faraway glint and Dark knew that he was reminiscing about something.
"Say, Satoshi?" Dark whispered into Satoshi's ear as his eyes stayed on Daisuke's face, his eyes to be more specific. Watching to make sure Daisuke didn't pay attention, Dark continued. "Jump Daisuke and I'll tickle him, okay?" A prank like this was hard to pass up, for Dark at least. Opportunities like this are hard and far to come by. He might as well take advantage of Daisuke (and not in the sexual way, you deviants). Satoshi nodded, eagerly.
"Go!" Dark shouted as though they were on a secret mission to save the world like in Action/Adventures movies. Satoshi gave off a battle cry and jumped (cough – attack – cough) Daisuke (the enemy!) who stumbled backwards and fell onto the floor. Satoshi squealed in approval and Dark crouched down behind Satoshi. With arms facing forward, Dark started the tickle fest.
Daisuke was thinking. The last time he had seen his grandmother was when he was nine, five years ago. She was always telling him how a man should act and how to treat a lady, one of those old-fashioned ladies, she was. Daisuke was remembering so hard that he didn't notice Satoshi creeping up to him. By the time, Dark shouted 'Go' Daisuke was already getting ready to close his eyes. But he didn't, since Satoshi attacked. Squealing fearfully, Daisuke flapped his arms like a bird and fell backwards.
Dark jumped behind Satoshi and began tickling Daisuke and he tried to hold in the laughter. Like Baka Shojo, Daisuke couldn't help but let out a small choking noise, before giggling a little bit. Then full burst laughing. Dark was relentless and Daisuke resisted the normal reaction of curling up into a ball to save himself. If he did, he's kick Satoshi off of him. Okay, now Daisuke's cheeks were hurting. Laughing so much wasn't so fun, now.
"St-stop!" Daisuke laughed. He panted and continued laughing when Dark didn't comply with Daisuke's wishes. "D-Dark! P… Please! Sto…p!" Satoshi giggled as Daisuke acted like a horse and bounced Satoshi up and down. The movement caused him to roll off and Satoshi, still giggling, rolled around on the floor. Dark took Satoshi's place and straddled Daisuke. (If Satoshi understood the compromising position, he would've blushed the same way Daisuke was currently doing).
Dark came up with a wicked thought that would be inappropriate for Satoshi to hear (or see). He stopped tickling the gasping Daisuke, but he grabbed both of Daisuke's wrists and pinned them above Daisuke's head with one hand. The other hand was placed beside Daisuke's head and Dark leaned down to whisper into Daisuke's ear. This way was different from the way Dark was whispering to Satoshi's ear earlier. This time, it could've been considered… sensual.
"I'll stop… if you give me a kiss…" Dark whispered, dangerously into Daisuke's ear. Dangerously in a very, very seductive way…
Daisuke shivered, pleasantly.
"That was one damn, hot kiss." Satoshi whispered to himself as he huddled behind a tree in the garden. Though he tried not to think about it, the memory of the kiss between Satoshi and Krad kept haunting his mind. He tried to pull his thoughts together (the innocent ones). When Satoshi thought he managed to get his mind (and libido) under control, he closed his eyes. In his mind's eye, he watched himself delve into a strange looking box labeled Memories #2. Satoshi knew why it said number two. He had two pasts now, thanks to Daisuke and Dark. Satoshi didn't know whether to be grateful or not, though.
Images flew past him, things he never seen before. Scenes of embarrassing moments flashed across his eyes. Pictures of hard trials blurred themselves away as he traveled past. The colors came faster and surrounded him. Bright lights filled with tints and shades of reds, yellows, blues, greens, and etc. Soon, they stopped and one slow scene showed itself to him.
"Oh god. I'm scarred…" Satoshi muttered as he saw a seven-year-old form of himself sitting, back on the wall. Satoshi looked at little Sato's confused expression while Dark proceeds to molest Daisuke and at the same time making out. Satoshi knew that the seven-year-old didn't really understand kissing, but Sato knew that they weren't biting each other like some children like to think.
"My poor, poor seven-year-old self was probably threatened by Dark to keep quiet." Satoshi murmured to himself as the image faded away. He looked at the picture for long seconds and Dark didn't seem to pull away, so Satoshi assumed they (meaning Daisuke and Dark) spent quite a while… showing PDA (public displays of affection).
"What is that hand doing!" Satoshi squeaked when he saw Dark's hand attempt to slide under Daisuke's shirt, which succeeded. Satoshi saw Daisuke squeak and blush, but didn't pull away and Dark continued to molest Daisuke while trying to keep up the make-out session. It was a wonder Sato didn't run away from the room yet.
'But this could be a good reference… if Krad and I will become an item…' Satoshi thought with a silly, sappy grin at the thought of Krad. Then he flushed immediately from his treacherous thoughts.
When a low, pleased moan reached his ears, they burned red and Satoshi looked at the memory one second before running away. Dark had pinned Daisuke down on the floor and Daisuke's shirt was tying Daisuke's wrists together above his head. Bondage, in simpler terms. Little Sato was wondering if they were playing a different version of cops and robbers (or at least Satoshi hoped his mind was that innocent when he was seven).
Daisuke didn't know what to do. He was trapped under Dark and Dark wanted a kiss from him, which will be under Dark's control. Daisuke was under Dark's control. Plus, Sato is in the room as well. What was Dark thinking? He'll taint Sato's mind for sure! Daisuke wasn't sure what the tingly feeling in his heart or the bottom of his stomach was about, but he knew he couldn't get up from under Dark.
"I won't kiss you if you don't want to. Heck, I won't even come close to you if you're homophobic. Just say Yes or No." Dark said his voice strangely strangled. His superior smirk wavered, but stayed on, though a bit strained. Was Dark hoping that Daisuke will say Yes? But what about Sato? Daisuke's nerves screamed in anticipation and they were trying to push Sato out of the picture. Daisuke didn't understand them or his feelings which were saying 'I'm nervous. I want Dark to kiss me. I'm nervous. I'll embarrass myself.' The part of wanting Dark to kiss him was rather… choking to Daisuke.
"Okay." Daisuke whispered, afraid. Daisuke didn't know what made him say it. He knew one part of him would jump Dark, if given the chance. But another side was doubtful and skeptical of everyone around him. Daisuke just decided that once (only once) would he let his sappy, uncontrolled romantic side of him gets control.
Dark wasn't sure what he was expecting when he asked that question. Okay, okay. He knew he expected a rejection. But Dark was hoping for an acceptance (which he did. Yay!) Daisuke wasn't the cutest person Dark met. Dark was after all, famous (in his own world where he is an artist) and therefore met some celebrities like Ayumi Hamasaki or Utada Hikaru. But Daisuke was smart, mature, kind, cute, funny (in a sarcastic way sometimes), and probably a million other positive things. Now that Daisuke said yes, Dark decided he should clear his mind and swoop in for the prize (like a predator… Mm. Daisuke prey).
Chapped, dry lips (which were typically male) connected with soft full lips of Daisuke. They playfully pushed each other as Dark slowly moved himself off of Daisuke. Dark aligned his body above Daisuke's while still moving his lips. When Dark was sure it was enough playing around, Dark opened his mouth and like Krad did with Satoshi, he probed his tongue onto Daisuke's lower lip.
Daisuke didn't actually expect a kiss with tongues. All thoughts ceased as he gasped in surprised. Dark took the chance and slipped his pink tongue into the hole also known as Daisuke's mouth. Dark's tongue glided over the white, pearly teeth and teasingly tapped Daisuke's tongue. Daisuke didn't choke (that'd be embarrassing) but his tongue did jump up in reflex. The tongues tangled up and Dark smiled as a wrestling match ensued between the tongues.
Wet noises reached their ears and they were somewhat turned on by the noise. But Dark knew he couldn't do something outrageous like masturbating (because that would probably scare off Daisuke). But molesting wasn't that much was it? Don't answer that. Dark decided that molesting was not a lot and proceeded to lie close to Daisuke (very close) so his hand next to Daisuke's head could move. The hand moved down Daisuke's shoulder and onto Daisuke's clothed chest.
Out of some insane thought, Dark tweaked Daisuke's nipple. Daisuke squawked and his mouth widened, providing more of Dark's tongue to enter (which it did). Dark's tongue tried to dominate Daisuke's tongue while his hand smoothed over Daisuke's hips and thighs. When Daisuke jerked up one time, Dark decided that he shouldn't go near that area.
Dark coaxed Daisuke again with his tongue, hoping that Daisuke would be more… enthusiastic and would kiss back vigorously, not timidly like he is doing now. Daisuke tried to keep up with Dark and was distracted from paying attention to the hand. The hand now snuck away from Daisuke's semi-erect member (because his body just thinks of it as a kiss, nothing more; as inexperienced as he may be) and neared the hem of Daisuke's shirt. When Daisuke's tongue finally became really active, Daisuke's back arched up, making Dark's hand slip under the shirt.
Dark realized the skin beneath his hand was Daisuke's stomach, skin so smooth and soft. With a drool-filled grin and a tongue inside Daisuke's mouth, Dark playfully sculpt Daisuke's torso again, only without the barrier of cloth. Dark pulled away at last for breaths and he looked at Daisuke's panting, flushed face, red from embarrassment and nervousness. His lips were bruised from kissing so hard. Daisuke squeaked when he realized just what was under his shirt and teasing his skin.
This was the scene that greeted To-to when she burst into the room to bring snacks in. If you were To-to (who was a secret YFG, if you didn't know), would you have expected the sight of Dark kissing Daisuke (that was pinned down and being molested)? If she had a camera, surely she would be snapping photos for her scrapbook of gay men. For now, just watching a seme (Dark) molesting an uke (Daisuke) would suffice. She, too, forgot about Satoshi (and the snacks in her hand).
Poor Satoshi, to be forgotten by so many people.
To-to's entrance was silent, therefore Dark and Daisuke didn't hear her enter or her quiet, excited gasp. Dark was getting rather out of control and due to his lack of control; Dark leaned down and stole another kiss (which he didn't ask for, he later remembered). Thanks to the same lack of control, he kissed Daisuke harder and rougher (which Daisuke didn't protest to) and distracted Daisuke enough to push Daisuke's shirt to Daisuke's neck. Then Dark broke the kiss and pulled the shirt up and tied it to the shocked Daisuke's wrists.
'Bondage!' To-to, Dark, and Daisuke all thought at once, but Daisuke's came more out in a surprised tone than in satisfaction and glee.
With that gleeful thought, Dark once again swooped down for the kill… kiss. This time, Dark's enthusiasm caused him to passionately kiss Daisuke with fervor. His tongue not only playfully traced everything in Daisuke's mouth, but coaxed the only thing that could move in it, the tongue to travel back to the first's tongue's original home, Dark's mouth. If you hadn't understood the previous statement, it said that Dark had charmed Daisuke's tongue to come over to play in Dark's mouth.
Daisuke wasn't sure whether or not he should be embarrassed. One side of him was, though another side was flattered. Daisuke doubted many had the chance to venture into one Dark Mousy's mouth, with or without permission. When Daisuke felt Dark tightening Dark's tongue around Daisuke's (because Daisuke's tongue was unsure of what to do), he gave a jolt. As a sort of reflex, Daisuke's tongue twisted and pushed, trying to battle its way to freedom. Obviously, Dark was pleased with Daisuke's active participation, if his (perverted) gleam in his eyes were anything to go by.
"How long does one usually kiss?" Satoshi's question interrupted. He blinked owlishly as three surprised gazes met his eyes. They surely forgot about him in the room. Satoshi pouted in indignation. If you heard his thoughts, you'd know he thought: 'Just because I'm seven and don't like girls doesn't mean that you should forget about me when you're… uh… mating.'
"S-Satoshi-s-sama! What are you doing here?" To-to squeaked mortified. Satoshi might have seen her drooling at the scene of some guy on guy action! If Satoshi-sama tells Hiwatari-sama, then To-to might lose her job (if Hiwatari still remembers them from a year ago in a drunken daze). If To-to loses her job, she can't watch/videotape/take a photo of Dark getting it on with Daisuke! She can't seem to find them anywhere else and in the town, homosexuality wasn't really approved of.
"Answer the question…" Satoshi was about to be mean and add slave to the end of the sentence, but he decided not to. It might prompt her to not answer the question. He glared at the maid and tried to will her to respond to his question with his eyes. To-to bowed her head low in submission and mumbled, not making any sense at all to Satoshi.
"I don't understand what you're saying. Speak up." Satoshi said, monotonously. Dark and Daisuke finally saw fit to remove themselves from each other and Daisuke put his shirt back on properly again. Dark smirked at this, but Daisuke glared at him. Then they resumed watching the act of high superior against lowly maid/servant/slave (which they didn't exactly approve of).
"Otouto. Don't be like that. Be more respectful. She is your elder." Daisuke scolded lightly as he gestured towards the flaming To-to who was embarrassed for having been stood up for. Satoshi glared, but nodded really, really slightly. So slightly that you wouldn't notice it if you didn't have exceptional observational skills. He didn't bow his head in shame, though.
"Th-thank you, Daisuke-sama." To-to said gratefully. Daisuke was in To-to's good graces, if not great graces. He was a nice, kind young man and on the plus side, he's an uke! If she could show you a face right now, it'd be this: XD.
Satoshi frowned, puzzled. Daisuke was telling him something that contradicted what he was taught earlier in his life. His father (real father) taught him that the Hikari had wealth and fame and power, therefore everyone is inferior to them. He said that the Hikari were royalty, basically. So why should Satoshi treat To-to like a slave?
But Daisuke says so. Daisuke is Satoshi's onii-chan. Older brothers are supposed to help the younger ones in life and what not. Isn't Satoshi supposed to listen to him?
Father Versus Daisuke
'But father is dead. Hiwatari isn't my father, either. So… Daisuke?' Satoshi was confused and his face showed it. As a seven-year-old, Satoshi didn't learn how to hide his emotions into a mask, as the older alternate Satoshi knew.
Dark saw Satoshi's expression and wondered how a simple scolding could be so confusing. It was just a tiny chastise that all mothers taught children. Then Dark remembered that Satoshi grew up getting whatever he wanted regardless of his attitude. Then Satoshi grew up being rude. Or at least that was the conclusion that Dark came to.
"Satoshi." Satoshi's head snapped up. "You don't have to force yourself to change. Just remember that everyone deserves respect just like you. Understand?" Dark asked. Satoshi furrowed his eyebrows and nodded slowly. Daisuke looked over at Dark and raised an eyebrow. Dark opened his mouth and formed the word 'Later' without making a sound.
"Oh… Kind of like 'Do not do unto others as you do not like them to do to you'?" Satoshi asked, cocking his head to the side. If To-to weren't scared, she would've squealed at the cuteness of it all. Daisuke rolled his eyes at the shaking To-to who was restraining herself and faced Dark to see his response to Satoshi's question.
"Y-Yeah." Dark nodded; shocked that Satoshi knew the exact words of the saying. Satoshi was only seven years old while Dark is a decade older than him. Dark didn't know the words like Satoshi did. To say that Dark was stunned/envious would sort of be an understatement. Well, at least Satoshi isn't the type to rub it in (consciously) in an obnoxious way.
"So… How long does a guy usually kiss a girl? Or in your case, another boy?" Satoshi asked curiously. Dark choked on nothing (because Satoshi now directed the question towards him) and Daisuke's face flamed faster than you can say 'blush'. To-to stood still, mentally laughing. The only things that indicated To-to's amusement were her slightly shaking shoulders. Dark couldn't speak. He'd embarrass himself, just like how he embarrassed himself AND Daisuke by trying to devour the redhead. Luckily, Daisuke came to the rescue.
"It's not really a matter of time. Two people kiss each other as long as they want. Some kiss really quickly, to prove that they only have a platonic relationship and some kiss just rather long which means the two people share a sort of passion for one another. And the other kiss, the one that's not really long and not really short, it could be filled with love. Do you understand?" Daisuke answered. He made the answer to the question somewhat long and complicated to make sure Satoshi would try to store all the information before asking another question. Satoshi seemed like the one who would try to solve everything out before asking for help.
"Mm hm." Satoshi mumbled while nodding. He looked away and didn't see Daisuke and Dark exchange some looks. Dark was looking relieved from not having to answer the question whereas Daisuke just nodded understandingly. To-to continued laughing in her mind.
Just then, loud footsteps echoed across the walls of the floor where Satoshi's room resides in. The tip-tap of fancy shoes sounded familiar and yet not. Daisuke didn't know who it belonged to, but it was surely not someone good because Satoshi was suddenly alert and wide-eyed, staring at the door. When the sound continued to grow louder and closer, Satoshi jumped and ran all the way to his closet that was as large as Daisuke's tarot card store back in Azumano. Satoshi's steps were hurried and also loud, his actions thoughtless. He crashed into objects on his way to the closet and they fell to the floor, some broken, some not. Satoshi never looked back to pick the items up. He kept on running towards the closet that was filled with places to hide.
"Satoshi! Satoshi! Where are you!" The footsteps were accompanied by a commanding and angry voice. The closer the steps came to Satoshi's room (and the owner who was huddled in a corner somewhere in the closet), the harder the pounds of the steps. To-to looked around frantically, searching for something but obviously couldn't find it. What Daisuke or Dark didn't know was that she was looking for a place to hide them from her master, Hiwatari.
In To-to's eyes, the man known as Hiwatari was cruel, manipulative, and orally abusive. He punished those beneath him (mainly servants around the mansion) when something displeases him, regarding those punished or not. Hiwatari used everyone to get what he need. This quality can be proved by the fact that Hiwatari adopted Satoshi. Hiwatari wanted the wealth that came with the orphan. No one knows for sure whether or not Hiwatari bought someone into killing the parents of one young Satoshi Hikari. And Hiwatari didn't want the extra baggage that came with all the money. He didn't want someone (or something as in Hiwatari's mind) that can take everything away from him. So Hiwatari tried to lower the self-esteem of the poor boy with insults, pitiless remarks, and maleficent verbal abuse. And he didn't mind swearing in front of Satoshi, either. The worst influence Satoshi gained, the worst attitude he gets. Which concludes with villagers being disgusted with the blue-eyed boy. 1
"Where the fuck are you, boy?" Hiwatari shouted as he bashed the door open (figuratively speaking). To-to instantly sprang into action and pushed Daisuke and Dark behind the bed (not under or into the bed. God knows what Dark'll do to Daisuke). Hopefully, Hiwatari didn't see anything and never knew Daisuke or Dark were currently in his adopted child's room.
"M-master!" To-to exclaimed as she bowed low, as in Japanese custom. Hiwatari ignored her while his eyes swept over the room, noting that his brat wasn't there. Still standing in the doorway, Hiwatari barked out.
"Where the hell is the stupid brat?" Hiwatari didn't really care about the maids trying to ruin his reputation. Who would believe them? They were only maids, slaves to their masters. To-to frowned, but did nothing to repel the disgust at the man in front of her. As she replied, she shot a quick glance towards the bed to make sure the time-travelers were safely hidden. Luckily, Hiwatari did not notice.
"Master. Satoshi-sama is in the museum with his tutors. They did not speak when they are returning or which museum they are at." To-to's lie was easily spoken, as practice seems to perfect it. And it was quite easy to lie to a man such as Hiwatari, truths and lies mean nothing to him after all. What nobody in the room know was that Satoshi was relieved for To-to's lie. He was grateful for her, but that did not mean that it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship. He frowned when he heard Hiwatari barking again at To-to.
"The museum! You incompetent fool! Why didn't you ask!" Hiwatari's face, though expressionless, was reddening bit by bit as he continued to shout at To-to. "You know I always want to know where the unpleasant horror is at all times!"
"But that's only when you're at home." To-to snapped back, unwilling to stand the abuse in front of others. Hiwatari was angered even more at her audacity for speaking back to him. He slapped her and the strength behind the slap caused a loud 'SMACK' sound and To-to's head recoiled. As a natural reflex, To-to raised her hand to her red cheek that would soon bruise. She glared at Hiwatari and if he wasn't her employer, she would've spit onto his shoe.
"Don't you dare to talk back to me! I have the power to make you lose your job and the ability to make your life a living hell no matter where you live!" Hiwatari shouted at To-to, ignoring the spit that flew all over her. He turned around and quickly left the room, not wanting to make To-to bleed in Satoshi's room. The carpet would stain and Hiwatari would damn if he had to waste money on the kid.
The door slammed and To-to sighed in relief. She wiped the spit off her with a disgusted look and lightly touched the purple blemish on her otherwise pale skin. She cringed as a sharp pain echoed the touch and pulled her hand away. Looking into the mirror, the bruise was somewhat the shape of a hand. Rolling her eyes at herself, she looked over to where she had pushed Daisuke and Dark. Remembering what she had done to them, she blushed and told them to come out.
"He's gone, now. Daisuke-sama, Dark-sama. I'm sorry for pushing you guys." She bowed her head low in shame and embarrassment as Daisuke pushed Dark out of the way. Daisuke nodded understandingly and Dark patted To-to's head with a small smirk (because he thinks To-to was acting a bit cute (but it was in a platonic way)).
"That's okay." Daisuke muttered as he dusted himself. He glanced at the still apologetic To-to and the amused Dark. Raising an eyebrow at Dark, Daisuke directed a question towards To-to. "What about Satoshi? Are you going to get him?"
To-to looked up surprised. Then she blushed some more for forgetting her own master! She hurriedly walked over to the closet and swung the doors open. Daisuke leaned over her shoulder and saw many clothes hanging on the walls with shoes on the floor in the large room. As she took a step into the room, Satoshi gave a quiet whimper and Daisuke walked forward, brotherly instincts taking over. He didn't know where Satoshi is, so the best he could do was probably make soothing noises.
"It's okay, Satoshi. He's not here. Come on out. Satoshi." Daisuke murmured. He continued doing so while ignoring To-to who was standing at the door to the closet watching Daisuke. Meanwhile Dark stood on the lookout, making sure that Hiwatari won't decide to just drop back in.
"Satoshi?"
Suddenly, Satoshi appeared as he flung himself towards Daisuke. His cheeks were wet with tears and he seemed to be holding something. Carefully embracing Satoshi comfortingly, Daisuke looked at what Satoshi was holding. It was a small statue of a golden angel. On the tiny little golden platform the angel was standing on, words were written on it.
My dear child, this angel shall protect you.
God blesses you as he creates a real angel for you.
One day, you'll meet someone perfect, just for you.
And you will need not this imitation no longer.
1. I made Hiwatari's description rather biased and mean, but remember, this is in the eyes of To-to. She heard everything and saw everything happening around Satoshi and Hiwatari.
A/N: Now I'm not sure what I should do with this story. The rating is going higher and the categories don't really fit. T.T And for those who understand nothing, YFG stands for Yaoi Fan Girls (Baka Shojo's creations), seme is the term Japanese people use to name the more dominate male of a gay relationship, and uke is the term for the submissive male.