Disclaimer: Rakuen and DNAngel don't belong to me. I'm not even remotely Japanese in any way… I think.

Warnings: Same as before and this time Dark may seem a bit dark. Pun was in no way intended.

The search for the 'Gravitation' was fruitless for the rest of the night after dinner. Dark set up a futon in his room and offered to sleep there with Daisuke on the bed. Daisuke, knowing not to annoy the host when they're giving you something, accepted. Under blankets that held a familiar scent and the soothing glow of the moon, Daisuke soon fell into a relaxed sleep. Dark, however, was not let easily into the oblivion of sleep. The temptation of taking Daisuke (interpret that how ever you want) right then and there was great and it took a lot of will power for Dark not to succumb to his dark thoughts (no pun intended).

The soft beam of moonlight stayed on Daisuke's face and the white light brought out his pale features. Black eyelashes fluttered on high cheekbones and soft rosy lips opened a centimeter for breaths. A small cute nose stood in the middle of the pretty looks. Daisuke's red hair shone like flames in the shadow and in the moonlight. Fires of love. Fires of lust.

Temptation of fire.

Let me catch you in my trap
Here in this room without windows.
May you dye me in sin
Here in this supreme love.

"When have I fallen for you, my Daisuke? When have I been trapped in this trance?" Dark softly asked. No one but himself and dim glow heard his words. Daisuke moaned and he rolled over so his back was faced towards Dark. The moonlight showed dust particles flying about the room and if Dark had his eyes focused a certain way, Dark could've almost seen wings on Daisuke. Pure, white wings of innocence. Someone as undeserving as Dark should not love someone of such purity. Someone like Daisuke. It was unbefitting for the Koku-Yoku to love and cherish another (1).

But it was so hard.

Daisuke's kind nature was rare, in all times. Dark had lived long, despite his young looks. And in his entire existence, he had never met someone exactly like Daisuke. Daisuke was one of a kind, a beauty among the jewels, Dark had thought. No one deserved him. He was an angel, naïve and childlike. He shouldn't be in matters of mortals, where greed, pain, and anger all reside in. Daisuke's love was priceless, Dark was so envious when Risa or Riku had captured his interest. Those mortals had faults like no other, why did Daisuke fall for them?

Risa Harada. Always getting people to do the dirty work while she tried to look pretty for 'Mr. Dark'. She always dragged Daisuke around town, looking for Dark. She knew Daisuke's feelings for her and she took advantage of it. She used him and for the sake of another man. Why would she get an angel's love?

Riku Harada. Better than her twin, but not much. Always jumping into conclusions and abandoning Daisuke when he wants to explain some misunderstandings. She ran away at their school trip when Daisuke was talking to her. She should've seen Daisuke's bloodied shoulder, but she didn't and she ran into the forest with no regard to Daisuke's worry. Someone so selfish doesn't deserve Daisuke.

But Dark was no better. He was a playboy. Flirtatious by nature, Dark couldn't tell the difference between lust and desire from love and warmth, letting them all go for something that was worse. But the God was forgiving and Dark was placed into the human world again. With consequences no doubt, but Dark couldn't let Daisuke go again. The magic and wings disappeared from his human body, but his mind will forever remember them. Sacrifices need to be made.

With a sword of pleasure
I cut away my wings.

Dark cannot sleep. He needn't it so he slowly slid out of the futon silently. He stood up and stepped towards the bed and Daisuke. Dark stared at Daisuke longingly and brushed a lock of hair blocking Daisuke's face. The image was beautiful and Dark wanted to capture it. He was no photographer and the next best thing was to draw it. Dark quietly exited his room and headed towards his art room where he kept his supplies. He gently took out a small canvas and a shading pencil as to not alert Daisuke with any noise. Quickly and inaudibly, Dark returned to the bedroom and under the soft light of the moon, he traced every curve and line of Daisuke's form.

Seconds ticked by and Dark never let go of the pencil or lifted his eyes away from Daisuke or the canvas. Every detail was captured and put in place on the canvas and shadows were shaded in. Wings of the purest of white were delicately drawn to show that it was an illusion. Stars glowed faintly and the moon sent its rays down upon Daisuke's face on the canvas. Slowly and agonizingly, Dark added the finishing touches. Timidly, Dark placed down his pencil and raised it up into the air next to the real Daisuke. His eyes moved swiftly from body to board again and again, comparing, seeing if there's any differences. Nothing was wrong, except the colors. The canvas was black and white and shades of gray from Dark's pencil.

Smiling, Dark placed his canvas next to the pencil on the dresser besides the bed and kneeled down before pulling the futon's covers over him to sleep. He was unaware of the slight magic Yami used that created a single tear on Daisuke's cheek onto the canvas, adding more beauty, emotion, and also truth to it.

Both body and mind can melt together
In eternal paradise.
Dance in ecstasy,
And cry black tears.
Aah… Beautiful…

Kirei… Beautiful…

The word was the closest thing, yet it was an understatement.

Daisuke couldn't handle the situation any longer as he gazed into Dark's tranquil expression of sleep. Yami's hair was still violet, but Daisuke passed it off as a trick of the light. Tearing his eyes away from Dark's peaceful face, Daisuke saw the item on the dresser. A canvas that has gray on it. Probably a sketch before painting, Daisuke mused. Daisuke didn't want to wake Dark, so he shyly slid over to the dresser and grabbed the canvas. He turned it to face him and he couldn't help but gasp aloud.

He had a valid reason to, too. It was a picture of him skillfully drawn. Each detail was accurate and it looked nothing like him! The boy in the drawing was too good-looking to be Daisuke! Too angelic as well. The wings indicated the male's purity and innocence, something Daisuke admits that he doesn't have. After all, someone who cuts should not be in those categories.

And the tear. Daisuke didn't cry in his sleep, did he? Daisuke placed a hand on his cheeks and noted that they weren't wet and had dried tear tracks. But the tear was there. And it showed the boy's deep sadness and regret, no matter the calm expression. Was it truly Daisuke? Daisuke placed a hand on his mirror image's cheek, as if wiping away the tear, to erase all evidence of misery. A tingle of magic was felt and Daisuke was shocked for the second time in less than fifteen minutes. The magic's ability was something like empathy and Daisuke felt longing and desire and love and above all else: self-disgust. Were the emotions the boy's or the artist's?

If I could reach out gladly,
With that sweet pain.

Oblivious to his actions, Daisuke let a single tear run down his cheek and it dropped onto the canvas. Now, normally water and pencil markings would smudge, correct? What happened here was different. The real tear dripped onto the drawn tear and from there, magically colors appeared on the canvas. It was like a photo, except not. Gradually, the colors spread to all four corners of the picture and you could literally see the peaceful, sad boy sleeping. Shadows danced across the boy's face and the moonlight intermingled with the shadows. The window was open and soft breezes were blowing on the male's red locks. The boy's lips opened and closed, letting oxygen enter and escape. Faint wings flapped and the room felt warm and homey. It was like Daisuke was in the painting.

Daisuke blinked and his trance was over. The picture still contained the colors, though the moving images were no more. Magic was placed onto this and Yami was the owner. It couldn't be drawn before tonight. Did Yami have powers similar to those Hikari artworks? If so, did he have any relation with Dark? Daisuke threw those questions out of his mind and placed the picture down. He looked at Yami again and stared at him, memorizing each detail and hope to draw it splendidly like Yami had done with him. And maybe draw two and color it differently. One as Yami, the other as… Dark Mousy.

I spread over you
The wings I tore away
And lie down with you.
Now, for the being who is so precious
Let me wear my cross.

When Daisuke got home that day after school, Daisuke had immediately rushed into his room, ignoring his family's shouts of 'What's wrong' and 'Why the rush?' He threw his backpack down and took out a piece of blank paper. Grabbing a pencil, Daisuke summoned the memory of Yami's sleeping face and began drawing. Lost in a trance, Daisuke never noticed when he finished the drawing and took out color pencils. He didn't notice how his eyes turned sad with regret and loss. He didn't see how he chose violet as a main color and colored in the hair and eyes that color. Daisuke came out of his trance when he finished coloring the picture. He looked at it with a small smile before gasping aloud.

"D-Dark? I didn't draw Dark! B-but why does Yami look exactly like Dark only different colors?" Silence stretched after his statement. 'Am I just wishing for too much? I don't know if Yami likes me that way. Is God giving me another chance?'

I should set you free,
This overflowing desire,
Then, for the first time,
The chimes of blessing resound.
Aah… Beautiful…

Daisuke didn't know what to do. Was Yami Dark? But that's not possible. Dark is gone. And if he was Dark, why hadn't he said anything?

Reviewer Stuff:
takuya: Eh, really? Thank you!
hittocerebattosai: Thank you, thank you, thank you! I like the song immensely. Does it fit the story?

1. Koku-Yoku is a name for Dark spoken by Krad. It was in the manga when Dark was trying to get the Chock of Time, or Elliot. Dark's face was malicious.

A/N: Hi people! I know I said I would be on hold, but hittocerebattosai was kind enough to tell me a song! By Krad no less! Yay! –happy dance- Anyways, I might still be on hiatus though. Sadly. And Tarot receivedonly 1reviews… -cries- Oh and those who entered some suggestions, I might not update as quickly as I did before. One, Spring Break is ending for me. Two, my brother has Kingdom Hearts II and he wants me to read the strategy guide to him while he plays. Three, I'm also working on Tarot.

Review, please?