Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel; I'm simply using the characters for my and my muses' entertainment.

Notes: Gomen!!! I've been uber busy with work! But since I've been watching YouTube a lot lately, my muse has decided to start cooperating again, so this is the 3rd story I've updated in the past couple days :D Aren't you proud of me? XD

Blind Love by Yaoi Girl

::Satoshi::

The next week and a half seemed to go on forever. The only thing to really entertain ourselves was talking and me painting Daisuke. Cooking, cleaning, basic everyday things seemed to lose their meaning that they held up until Daisuke's incident. Things were, and still are, so much more fun do to with him…

But today, everything -should- be back to normal, seeing as it's been one month exactly and we're on the way to the doctor's office.

I'm so nervous. What if he still can't see? How can I go on enjoying everything like I used to when he first moved in? Everyday just seems to get duller and duller. And I've been asking myself lately, how in the world did I live before Daisuke came into my life? Or was I even truly living at that time?

But my mind keeps telling me that everything's going to be just fine, that when the doctor takes the bandages off, the first thing Daisuke's eyes will focus on will be me, or at least one of the first things.

I check him in once we get inside the building and I can't help but be jittery. Daisuke, on the other hand, is as calm as he was the day he went blind. I don't understand how that could be…

We sit and sit, waiting for ages, which in actuality is only about ten minutes, and during that time Daisuke's hand had found mine.

"I'll be fine, Satoshi," he assures me as he squeezes my hand gently.

I smile, believing in his words.

Finally, the doctor calls for us and Daisuke, with me leading him, follow the doctor into his office.

He sits Daisuke down and asks him some questions, like has he been feeling any discomfort around his eyes, has he been trying to see with them, and some other technical mumbo-jumbo.

And finally comes the main event.

The doctor asks Daisuke to remove his bandage, which he does, slowly so as not to pull his slightly longer than usual auburn hair.

And there are those eyes that I've missed for so long.

He blinks several times, adjusting to the light and not having anything to keep his eyes sealed shut, his eyes wandering around the room, but something still doesn't seem right.

"How well can you see, Daisuke?" the doctor asks him.

He's squinty horribly.

"All I see are giant blobs of color," he replies, rubbing them with the back of his hands.

"We'll run some more tests then and see how far along things have healed. In the mean time, you'll have to put your bandage back on."

I swallowed hard. It wasn't at all like I thought it would be. But at least he's regaining his vision.

I stand, walking over to him while the doctor jots some things down in his notes, gently pulling the bandage away from Daisuke's hands, wrapping it around his head and eyes.

"I'm sorry, Satoshi," he mumbles.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," I tell him as I finish completely wrapping the cloth around him. "At least we know you'll be alright now. Just a bit longer."

He nods and smiles weakly. I can tell now he was expecting to see just as much as I wanted him to see.

The doc then began his next set of tests, and about 45 minutes later, we leave the office.

"Another month?" he pouts, slightly sticking out his lower lip for emphasis.

It was going to be rough. We'll defiantly have to come up with some more things for him to do so he doesn't go crazy.

::Daisuke::

I know now that I'll be fine. I just have to be patient. And try not to go insane…

I've been outside more lately, and more often than not I'm curled up on the couch with Satoshi sitting in front of the fire. And tonight will probably be no exception.

He leads me home by the hand, and apparently With was expecting me to see too, seeing as he was crying out excitedly when we first entered, then whimpered slightly before jumping onto my shoulder, rubbing his cheek against mine.

Sighing, I flop down onto the couch, hearing Satoshi continue on to somewhere else, rummaging around in cabinets and drawers, apparently searching for something.

"Another storm's coming," he says as he enters the living room once again, setting something glass down on the coffee table behind the couch.

"What's that?" I ask as I sit up and turn around to face his general direction.

"Candles. I'm just getting prepared for a power outage. It looks really nasty outside; the clouds are almost literally black and the wind's already starting to pick up."

The wind had been blowing pretty strong when we first headed out this morning, but had calmed some when we were at the doctor's office and the walk home, but I could hear the trees rustling violently outside now. I hate storms…But at least I can't see it.

"You're going to stay by my side, right?"

"Of course," Satoshi replies as if I had asked the stupidest question on earth.

I smile. I'm glad I have someone like him to fall back on.

"Daisuke?"

"Yeah?" I call as I stand from the couch, heading towards the kitchen for a drink.

"Should we go to bed early tonight so you don't hear the storm? Or do you want to start a fire?"

Good question…

"I want to sit in front of the fire," I reply as he stands beside me, looking over my shoulder into the fridge I assume.

"Alright then," and then I can no longer feel his presence, which means he's already gone to start it. "Do you want s'mores tonight?"

That's something I haven't had in a long time. "But it's no fun when I can't cook my own marshmallows!"

I hear him chuckling in the other room as I head to the counter with the bottle of orange juice in my hand, fumbling around for the handle to the cabinet with cups.

"You always have to find something to complain about, don't you?" he teases. He knows how much I used to love roasting marshmallows in the fire place. When my family was still alive, and my parents let me stay the night here, we'd always sit in front of the fire place during the winter and cold nights making s'mores.

"I have to find something to do," I retaliate as before I chug my drink, rinsing out my glass and setting it in the sink before putting the OJ back in the fridge, joining him in the living room moments later.

"Why don't you go ahead and go change for bed. We'll probably just sleep down here on the couch tonight."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, because you usually fall asleep here anyway, but since it's going to be a bad storm, I don't want to wake you if you're that deep asleep," he tells me, a light sound of thunder rolling in the distance.

Without another word, I head upstairs and change into my comfy clothes for bed, heading back down slowly, trying to block out the incoming thunder from my ears. And no sooner than my foot hits the bottom step, Satoshi has me by the hand and is dragging me to the couch, seemingly excited for some reason.

I sit down, but he doesn't, and I can hear footsteps in the kitchen, rusting of bags, and then the footsteps grew louder as he came to sit next to me.

"You're really going to make s'mores?" I smile as I hear the marshmallow bag open and the sound of the foil from the chocolate being removed.

"That's what I said earlier, didn't I?"

"Well, yeah…but I didn't actually think you were going to."

We sit in silence for a few minutes before he grabs one of my hands and places something warm and gooey in it. The delicious graham cracker, chocolate, and marshmallow goodness!

He laughs as I devour it, his hand reaching out to first my cheek; I figured that some of the marshmallow would've melted to my face. But then I feel his thumb trailing slowly along my bottom lip.

"Got it all," he says quietly before I hear the rustling of things again, somehow over the pounding of my heart in my ears. That had felt strangely nice, yet somehow…right.

"Want another?"

I nod with a devious plot in my mind. I wanted him to do it again. I wanted to experiment and find out why it was so 'right'. Why it felt so natural and perfect.

A few minutes later, he hands me another, and I eat it a bit slower, purposely making sure to get some stuck to my lips, gently tracing them with my tongue and acting like I had removed it all.

::Satoshi::

He's toying with me now. He must've caught on…Though I have to admit, this was my plan from the beginning. This is why I had wanted to make s'mores tonight to begin with.

There's marshmallow all over his lips, and the way he licks them is too much. I want to kiss them, lick all of the sugary stuff off of them. But I can't. Not yet. I can't do that to Daisuke while he's still partially blind.

So I reach over and do the same thing I had done the first time, slowly running my thumb over his lips, removing the marshmallow before licking it off my own thumb.

But I was getting too close. With each s'more, I was drawing nearer and nearer to his face with my own. It's all too much. My game's beyond my control and in his hands now.

"Just one more," he pleads as though he knew nothing of what was going on. Acting so innocent.

I comply, making yet another s'more and handing it to him, watching as he devours it and leaves a mess behind for me to clean up.

Too close…I'm way too close, but I can't lean back.

This time I hold his chin in my hand while I draw my thumb across his lips, though not hard enough to take away the white sugar this time.

I need to stop…but I've already lost. My game ended long ago.

Yet somehow I am able to stop myself, just a mere inch away from his lips, his own parted, his cheeks flushed.

I start to back away, but he catches my free wrist, the one that had dared to touch his lips.

"You didn't get it all," he whispers.

Do I really want this?

Outside, there's a loud crash as thunder resounds throughout the house, and it caught both of us off guard as I dart my eyes around the room from the lights going out, but I had since lit the candles, way before the game had started, and Daisuke was startled enough to jump, though when he did…

The game ended by his terms.

His lips, though unintentional, met mine, but he didn't back away. Instead, he pressed himself forward, sending me to fall back onto the couch with him on top of me.

And the answer to my previous question: Yes, I want this.

His hands are on my cheeks and one of mine finds its way to the nape of his neck, gently rubbing through his hair, causing him to moan slightly against my mouth.

And believe you me; I took full advantage of that aspect. I dared to dart my tongue inside of his mouth, though it shocked him at first, he was intrigued, and so returned the gesture.

Slowly, we ran out of breath and marshmallow, Daisuke sitting up on his knees between my own, smiling before licking his own lips.

"I think you got it all this time."

Cheeky little bastard…

I smile and brace myself up on one elbow while cupping his cheek with the other hand, gently kissing his lips.

"Are you sure? You can't see anything," I can't help but tease.

"You're right. I don't really know. I could have some on my cheeks for all I know."

And so he leaned down to kiss me again, with me lying back on the couch again and him hovering over me, kissing me like he was feeding off the sweetest substance in the world. At least, that's what I felt like I was doing.

The storm continued on outside, but for the rest of the night, Daisuke didn't complain in the slightest.

And not too long after I really had gotten the entire marshmallow off his face and lips, he laid his head down on my chest and fell asleep.

"I love you, Daisuke," I whispered some time later when he had nuzzled deeper into my embrace. Little did I know that he wasn't yet asleep. But how could I tell? Really?

He tilted his head up slightly.

"Do you really?"

I hadn't been looking at him when I had said it; I had simply been running my fingers through his hair and staring into the fire. So when he spoke, I jerked slightly before focusing on him.

"What?" was all I could manage.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes," I whispered, turning my head again.

He laid his head back down on my chest, hugging me somewhat.

"I think I'm falling for you," he admitted.

I smile and resume combing his hair with my fingers. "Get some rest, Daisuke."

"You too."

It was still far too early for me to fall asleep yet. But when I do fall asleep, I'm sure it'll be one of the bests sleeps of my life.

So how was it for not updating in forever and half? Kinda rushed, maybe?