Disclaimers: I don't own DNAngel; I'm simply using the characters for my and my muse's entertainment.
Blind Love by Yaoi Girl
Daisuke
Things have been going well the past week and a half; I haven't broken anything and I'm getting around much easier.
I continue to set the table everyday for meals, but Satoshi or I haven't come up with much else I could safely do chore wise. But he doesn't mind, or so he says.
Now I sit, listening to the radio in the living room as I wait for him to return home. He said that he was doing some special shopping and didn't want me to know about what he was doing yet, and that I'd find out that afternoon. I was relieved when he told me I could go outside for the 'surprise' too because I'm starting to get cabin fever just wandering around the house and petting With all day. I'm sure Satoshi's getting tired of my jabbering by now, since I can't draw or paint to occupy myself.
My hearing's improved quite a bit lately too, because even over the radio I'm practically sitting in front of, I can hear the front door open and the rustling of plastic bags as Satoshi turns to close the door.
"Tadaima," he calls as he walks through the house, and I can hear the back door open as I turn off the radio. "Can I borrow your painting easel?" he asks as he takes me by the hand a few minutes later and leads me towards the back door.
"Yeah, but what for?"
He chuckles and gently pushes me to sit in a chair on the patio.
"Isn't it obvious? I want to paint."
I blush; that's the obvious answer. "What are you painting?"
"You'll just have to wait until you can see to know," he replies as he pulls things out of the bags. "Stay there for a little while; I need to practice. I haven't painted anything for a couple years."
I nod; it's not like I can get around the backyard without help anyway, not yet.
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He finally says he's done and pulls me to my feet; I'm curious as to how it came out. I know he's good at drawing, but I don't know how well he can paint.
"Let's eat lunch outside, then I'm going to paint some more."
He leads me to the kitchen and then he releases my hand.
I hear him in the fridge, rummaging around, and then it closes. Then I hear the knife drawer open then the bread bag. It's amazing how many little things I can pick out from noises, like the bread bag.
Getting tired of simply standing and being useless, I head out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. "I'm going to change; it's too hot outside for these clothes."
"Alright; lunch will be ready in a few minutes."
Satoshi
After lunch, I ask Daisuke to sit on the bench further in the backyard that sits in the middle of a flower garden that seals the yard from the next house's back yard. He accepted, though he sat kind of awkwardly, not knowing how to situate himself for the picture, With curled up on his lap.
"Why do you want to paint me anyway, Satoshi?" he asks as he adjusts himself on the bench again.
"I'm getting just as bored as you are around the house, and since you haven't been outside lately, I decided this is a good way to pass time and get you out. Besides, I never asked you why you always like to paint me."
He smiles his thanks and embarrassment and I quickly capture the image to my mind to put on canvas once I get the picture really started. His expressions are so easy to remember and recreate, but his eyes are so hard to bring to life when layers of cloth cover them and I haven't seen those bright, cheerful cinnamon colored orbs in so long. I sound like a sentimental fool, even to myself, but I already know I am. I've fallen harder for him ever since this happened, though I'd never admit anything to Daisuke.
I've noticed how things have been much quieter around the house, excluding the talking. I'm talking about the noises he makes, the accidents he causes when he's painting or drawing, crying out in frustration at small repeated errors in his strokes. How he would smile cutely when he trips or nearly trips over With and he's laying on the floor or wrapped around me from tripping over his own feet. How he'd hang over my shoulder and beg to help cook dinner, trying to take things away from me so he could take over. I miss these small things dearly.
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Within an hour and a half, I finish the painting and begin to clean up with Daisuke carrying a bag of paints in one hand while holding onto my shirt behind me with the other as he follows me back into the house.
The sky had started to cloud over, and so ruining my plans of another painting and enjoying the setting sun with him by my side, but there's plenty of time for that.
Soon after we had finished putting the art supplies away, a loud roar of thunder filled the house, causing Daisuke to jump, seeing as he couldn't see the lightning hence it came from.
I prepared a quick dinner and Daisuke took up his usual chore of setting the table, then we ate, the powering going out when we had finished and I was setting the dishes in the sink.
Since it's still fairly early in the evening, I make a fire and Daisuke curls up against me like he does every time there's a storm. I smile; seventeen years old and still afraid of a thunderstorm…
Apparently With is scared too because as soon as Daisuke and I are settled on the couch, he bounces up onto my lap and snuggles deep into my stomach and I can't help but smile and pet him.
The silence gets tiring after a while, but there's nothing really to talk about since there's no new painting for Daisuke to tell me about or any other thing that he's noticed inside or outside of the house. And since he can't see, we can't play any games to keep ourselves occupied.
"Daisuke?"
"Hm?" I barely hear him as he shifts slightly in my embrace.
"What's it like?" I didn't think he'd understand me with just those words, but he did.
"It's not a scary darkness; it's warm and comforting because I know you're here, I know I have someone caring for me. Even though I can't see clearly to the outside world, I can still see you, even now. I can see us sitting here on the couch in front of the fire; I can make up every detail in my mind because I know this house and you so well," he smiles up at me. "Though I wish I knew what those paintings look like."
"You will soon, Daisuke," I tell him as I run a hand through his hair and kiss his forehead, though he can't feel the kiss through the cloth. If he knew how many times I've kissed his like this within the past week and a half, he'd probably explode from blushing so much; he'd never mind me doing it, it's just I don't want to explain why I do it, because that would mean revealing my true feelings. He deserves so much better than me…
TBC
More fluffiness Well, what else do you expect? XP