Chapter Two...or is is Chapter Three? Oh, no--it's Chapter Two. The prologue was first. That's right. Anyways. I combined chapters two and three. Yuh...whatever. Anyway, here you go.

Disclaimer: I do not own D.N.Angel.

Chapter Two

Demons. They were everywhere in the world. Some just lived normal lives, ignoring their heritage. Some were just like demons were born to be. But they were all powerful, envied, feared, and well respected. Daisuke thought Dark was a demon. Whenever one of the men he worked with screwed something up, well...let's just say Daisuke had been attending several funerals lately. Daisuke wandered into Dark's office, bored. He slumped over Dark's chair, arms circling his neck. Dark shoved him away, bending over his paper.

"Watcha doing?"

"I'm writing my will."

Will? Daisuke shivered, dropping down to Dark's level. "Is someone after Dark-sama?"

Dark cast his emotionless eyes at his slave, "Yes?"

Daisuke never had to worry about wills. What did slaves have to give out anyway? All they had was their innocence and their names and even those were taken most times. Tears welled up in his eyes and he began to whimper.

"B-but I don't want to leave D-dark."

Frowning slightly, Dark pulled his slave closer and whispered into his ear, "Dark-sama."

Another shiver went down the red-heads spine as Dark licked his ear then pushed him away. Getting up and rolling his eyes Daisuke moved to leave, only to be shoved back down to the floor. Dark's voice is full of fire,

"Don't roll your eyes at me!"

Raising his hand, Dark connected it with the left side of Daisuke's face. The smack glowed red--redder than Daisuke's eyes. Pleadingly, Daisuke looked up at the face of his master. Why...Dark was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"It seems I've been to easy on you."

Dark picked up the poor slave and, with tremendous strength, tossed him against a wall. Daisuke coughed up blood, eyes unfocused. Memories flitted in and out of his mind.

Flashback

WHACK! WHACK!

The whip cut across Daisuke's flesh, leaving behind red marks. His blood ran in a thin line from his mouth down to the floor. He was naked, stripped of his clothing. His pale body trembled when the man carrying the whip picked him up and drove into him. Daisuke's scream echoed through the night but no one would come. The man bit at Daisuk'es neck and ears, yanking at his manhood. Flushing scarlet, Daisuke moaned at the pleasure that overwhelmed him. He closed his eyes as he the man slid slowly out of him, tears flowing. The man laughed at him.

"You're nothing but a whore. Nobody will love you. They'll use you, abuse you, then toss you back to the buyers. I've been good to you and all you do is mope. So now I'm going to abuse you too."

Daisuke's eyes snapped open wide as the man entered him for the second time. I'll never be loved.

End Flashback

"Dark-sama..."

Daisuked stood up and slowly made his way to his enraged master. "SHUT UP!"

"What he said...it was true. I'll never be loved."

"SHUT UP!"

"But for the first time...I thought I belonged somewhere. I made the ultimate mistake of thinking of you as someone I could love, even if you wouldn't love me back."

"I said--"

Daisuke lowered his head and toned his voice to a whisper, "I'm sorry I made that mistake."

"Shut up."

Daisuke's eyes widened as Dark's lips pressed against his. He was not expecting this. Nor was he expecting Dark to pull him close and hug him, lips now on Daisuke's neck. And just as the two were warming up the door opened and a very grave looking man stepped in. The two boys pulled apart; Dark flushed as the man stared at him. The man narrowed his eyes.

"What's going on here?"

"You must remember to call me Dark-sama."

Dark yanked his shirt off and climbed into bed. Daisuke followed suit, curling up near his master. Rubbing his temples, the red-head allowed his thoughts to wander. Dark pinched him. Daisuke gasped and shoved him away impatiently.

"He'll do worse than kiss you if you forget his title."

"I won't forget."

"Make sure you don't," Dark sighed. "The man's name i Hiwatari Satoshi. Don't cross him."

"Hai."

Lights flashed through the window, scaring Daisuke. Dark punched him--"Go get me a drink"--and shut his eyes. Scowling, Daisuke marched out of the room. The nearest kitchen--there were at least seven--was down the hall so that's where Daisuke walked. He failed to see that the light was on, along with the blunette at the counter...at least until he spoke.

"Your name?"

Daisuke spinned. Hiwatari? "My name is Daisuke Niwa, sir."

Hiwatari ordered Daisuke to come closer. He went. The blunette traced his fingers over Daisuke's mouth. "Stay away from Dark."

"Um--"

"Now come with me."

"But I'm supposed to get Dark-sama a drink."

"Well," Hiwatari smirked, "that'll have to wait."

He yanked Daisuke along to one at the baths where a tub sat already filled. to Daisuke's horror, he undressed and slipped in. And he ordered the same thing Dark did. "Undress and come in."

Plip. The water was warm. Hiwatari stared at Daisuke, who stared back. Yanking, Hiwatari pulled Daisuke onto his lap. "Tell me about yourself."

Blushing, Daisuke looked at Hiwatari. It wasn't everyday someone wanted to know about a slave's life. "M-my mother, um, was a slave. And she...she married and lived with Kosuke Niwa her whole life."

Daisuke faltered as Satoshi began rubbing his hands over his back. Satoshi, with his lips, urged him to go on with his history. "They had me and then they died. A fire. I-I was five. Since I was a slaves child, they sent me off. I went to a new master each month. They said I was unique. I did all different things: cooking, cleaning, massaging...sex. People said I was really good at that one."

"Heh. I bet you are. Why don't you show me?"

"I--"

"Don't think this is just you. I do this to all slaves. It's...how I say hello."

"Hiwatari!"

Daisuke turned to see a fuming Dark standing in the doorway. He snapped his fingers and Daisuke ran to him. He failed to see Dark's eyes wash over him. He was too happy for that. Giving one last death glare to Hiwatari, Dark stormed off with Daisuke behind him.

"Arigato, Dark-sama."

Dark grinned and picked Daisuke up. He's so cute when he's flustered. Daisuke buried his head in the crook of Dark's neck. He murmured something inaudible to Dark's ears. He whispered for Daisuke to repeat it. BAM! The window crashed open to their left, glass shattering. It cut both Dark's and Daisuke's skin. Red blood pooled atheir feet. Growling, Dark shoved Daisuke down in a shadowy corner.

"Don't move."

Daisuke nodded and huddled as close to the wall as he could. It then occured to him that he's not in his best apparell. He huddled closer. Woosh. Daisuke's eyes were captured by the brilliant purple wings protruding from Dark's back. He flew into the air, arial attacking his enemy. Who it was, Daisuke couldn't see. He mumbled Dark's name quietly to himself. But not quietly enough.

"Well, what do we have here?"

"Dark-sama!"

Up in the air Dark saw a particularly ugly band of demons surrounding his Daisuke. Furious, he proceeded to them. They turned to meet him, surprise etched in their eyes.

"You are protecting him!" they screeched.

"Why shouldn't I?" Dark yelled, punching them.

SPLURT. Blood flew over the walls and a shadow appeared in the doorway. It was Hiwatari, brandishing several knives in his pale hands. He whistled for Daisuke and he came running. They exited up the back stairs to Hiwatari's room. Daisuke whimpers as Hiwatari's hand crushed his own; he then pushed Daisuke up against the wall, "What do you remember about your parents?"

"N-not much, sir."

"Skip the titles. Did she have brown eyes? What was her name?"

"Emiko! Her name was Emiko. I-I don't remember her eye color."

But Hiwatari was done with Daisuke. He stood wide-eyed, staring at Daisuke as though he was just seeing him. The noise in the front room ceased and Dark entered the room. Blood trailed off him. Daisuke ran towards him and together they exited the room. "Daisuke..."

Daisuke turned around as Dark mumbled his name. His wings were retracted now, leaving only reddened flesh. Dark's eyes were surprisingly sad. "Yes, Dark-sama?"

"Are you okay?"

The pair entered their room. Daisuke grabbed his robe and tossed it over himself, glad to feel the delicious cloth brush his skin. Dark waited for an answer. "I'm fine."

Daisuke clambered into the high bed, slipping of the side. Dark lifted him around the waist and pushed him up. "Sure?"

"Yes. But you have...wings."

"Yeah."

Daisuke lowered his head and stared up through his eyelashes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you needed to know," Dark pulled himself onto the bed. "Why?"

"I..." Daisuke trailed off. "Forget it. Let's go to bed."

The lights flicked off.

Alright, I am finished. Thanks for the reviews. Signing off.