A/N: Please don't shoot me for that last chapter. I know it wasn't very good. This is, I hope, a much better installment. And it explains a lot more about the ring. Yay!

Also, I'm sorry about the super-long delay. In addition to mild writer's block, I also had a report and presentation due for my Japanese class. Joy. Also-If you have the language pack, good for you, you can read the kana and kanji in this next line! Whoot.

読んでください！(yonde kudasai!) 楽しみます！(tanoshimimasu)

Disclaimer: I do not own D N Angel. Nope... I don't...

Kaifuku

Satoshi stopped just before the door to the security box. Daisuke didn't look like he was breathing, so Satoshi set the redhead down and knelt down beside him. The commander placed his first two fingers on the side of Daisuke's neck, pressing slightly just behind the windpipe. Thank god there was still a pulse.

Satoshi then put a hand under Daisuke's nose and above his mouth to feel any breathing. There was none. Satoshi estimated that it had been 5 minutes the poor boy had been suffocated, and, once out of the dense atmosphere, lacked the strength to breath. Satoshi aligned Daisuke's head and back so that they were lying flat on the ground. He placed his hand on the redhead's forehead, pinched the boy's nose, opened the boy's mouth, took a rather deep breath and placed his lips securely over Daisuke's. He blew into Daisuke's mouth, watching Daisuke's chest rise with peripheral vision. Okay... Good.

Satoshi removed his mouth from Daisuke's and looked to the boy's chest, listening for air to rush out of the lungs. This was particularly hard for the commander... He was shaking- even his breath was sputtering. Loud and heavy. The boy was afraid.

Satoshi continued to give Daisuke mouth to mouth resuscitation- one breath every 5 seconds, finding tears streaming down his face. He kept checking Daisuke's pulse, growing more and more hopeful as it seemed to strengthen. Suddenly, after about a minute, Daisuke took a gasping breath, body tensing, and he let it out. Finally the red head could breathe on his own. The boy was still unconscious, therefore still needing to be monitored. Daisuke could stop breathing again at any moment.

Satoshi decided to take Daisuke to his apartment.

Daisuke was placed on Satoshi's bed, covers pulled up to the red head's chin. Satoshi continuously checked his pulse and checked the boy's temperature.

Daisuke finally coughed slightly, finding breathing rather painful. He opened his eyes and groaned. Or at least tried to. Suffocation definitely isn't pretty.

Satoshi snapped out of a daze, flying out of the chair he had pulled up near the bed so that he could keep a close watch on the redhead. Satoshi knelt down beside the bed and placed a hand on Daisuke's forehead, checking for a change in temperature. Daisuke started and sat bolt upright, instinctively squeaking in surprise. That hurt too. Daisuke had a coughing fit, his body trying to rid his throat of pain, but just making it worse.

"Daisuke! Calm down. Keep this up and you could seriously hurt yourself," Satoshi said, placing a hand on Daisuke's shoulder. This just made Daisuke freak out a little bit more.

"Hi-hiwatari kun?" Daisuke asked in a croak. He was rubbing his neck, wondering why in the hell it hurt so badly.

"Yeah?"

"What happened?"

"Long story. I'll tell you after you have a glass of water," Satoshi said standing up. "Don't move."

Satoshi returned with a glass of water for Daisuke. The commander positioned some pillows so that Daisuke could sit up without feeling extremely dizzy. Satoshi then sat down next to the patient and gave him the water.

"Take small sips. You might need to get use to swallowing again. I don't want you to drown right after being suffocated."

"Suffocated?"

"You don't remember? The Kurushimi no Yubiwa nearly killed you."

"Who?"

"Does Daisuke seriously not remember, or does he not know that was who the girl was?" Satoshi asked himself, watching Daisuke spluttering on his first sip of water.

"You do know I don't really care. Just get on and do something with that wretch so I can get out," Krad said, yawning.

"Shut up and go to sleep or something. I wasn't talking to you," Satoshi snapped back, his face hardening.

"So you do acknowledge you like this boy?"

"Shut up!" Satoshi shouted. Daisuke spat water into his glass and stared at Satoshi, feeling a bit hurt.

"So rash. Fine. I shall be quiet. But know I will be watching and will take any chance I can get."

"Sorry, Daisuke... I didn't mean you," Satoshi said, his face relaxing a bit. Daisuke nodded his head, deciding not to talk.

"So... Do you remember that girl?"

"The one with the black tears?" Daisuke asked

"Yeah..." Daisuke nodded. "Good," Satoshi said, smiling slightly. "Do you remember when I came in?" Daisuke shook his head. "I suppose you would like to know... And why you're here at my apartment?" Daisuke nodded, taking another sip of his water.

Satoshi told Daisuke of everything that had happened from the time he knocked the Ring to the ground to the minute of mouth to mouth resuscitation. Daisuke's face reddened considerably at that.

"How long?" Daisuke asked, voice a weird combination of raspy and squeaky.

"About a minute," Satoshi replied coolly. Daisuke whined slightly, face still a bright red. Satoshi ignored it.

"Why?" Daisuke asked. Satoshi sighed softly.

"I didn't want you to die." Satoshi replied simply.

Daisuke let it slid for a while. He was blushing quite badly though. Damn it that he was unconscious...

"So, what about this ring? What the hell is wrong with it?" Daisuke asked, fiddling with the bed sheets.

"Well, it is, of course, one of the Hikari's. One of my ancestors made it one hundred years ago about. It was for a girl he knew very well. That girl had a twin. He also made something for her. A necklace. The Chiryou no Kubikazari.

"As you well know, all of the Hikari artworks have magical properties. These had sealing properties. If they are worn by someone when they die, their soul can't move on. It's stuck with the piece of art. I don't think my ancestor really had control over what he was making, though..." Satoshi pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Well, these two died, of course wearing the art, so they imprisoned. Their souls took over the art, and the artwork grew into what it is today... What it can do today.

"According to what I have been told, my ancestor gave each of the sisters a part of a whole piece. The ring and necklace shouldn't have been separated. Since the twins died and their piece of art was found, each part has been regarded as a single piece and has been separated; flying to another museum every so often, the ring has grown cold. That's how it got its name. The Kurushimi no Yubiwa? The Ring of Agony. Its sister is, of course, the Chiryou no Kubikazari. The Necklace of Remedy. That one has not become so bitter, but waits for its sister in silence, with the ability to counteract the ring's activities. The activities you so nearly suffered," Satoshi took a deep breath. "Do you have any questions?" Why wasn't Satoshi a teacher? Oh yeah... The only one he had patience for is Daisuke...

"... I-I don't think so..."

A/N: I'm afraid to put up more at this time. It's getting really long. Oh, and if any one has questions, please ask them! I hope this chapter cleared up a lot of them, though... Oh... And sorry... Not too much fluffiness... .

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