Ohyaogozaimasu, minna-san! Aishiteru/Good morning, everyone! I love you all/ Hm...this is going to be as long of a chapter as I can make it. Thank you for sympathizing with me on the computer thing. Ne, ne--they are being fixed as we speak! One, by one, by one! Ah, I'm watching D N Angel. Perfect inspiration, huh? Mio Hio is so...disturbing. And flashy.

Disclaimer: This is f113nng31 saying that D N Angel is totally not mine! Ciao!

Chapter Five

"Yeah. It was me."

Daisuke's red eyes filled, like Dark's, with tears that began to spill down his porcelain cheeks as he took in the seriousness of Dark's words. "N-no..."

"I'm so sorry, Daisuke."

Daisuke didn't hear Dark's apology though. He could only hear, once more, the ferocious pounding of his heart. He held one hand up to his face, covering it as best as he could while trying to calm his shaking body. How could it be? The one person he loved, the murderer of his parents. Of his whole way of life. It's just not possible! I won't believe it! Dark, unnerved by the silence and Daisuke's shaking, tried to grab his slave's hand. Gasping Daisuke pulled away and ran out of the bedroom, blood from his wound sploshing all over the floors, staining them.

A silent scream escaped Daisuke's mouth and the tears poured heavier than ever. The mansion's hiding places were numerous--Daisuke could hide for days and Dark wouldn't be able to find him. Not that he exactly wanted to. There was still something about Dark that intrigued him; something that still drew him to his master. The red marks on his arm throbbed painfully and became more solid.

"I have to get rid of these..." Daisuke mumbled, rubbing them furiously as if that would help. "It can't be true."

His feet pounded against the hard wood floor until he tripped in his own blood, skidding down the hallway yelling several words that were very un-Daisuke like. When the friction finally slowed his frail body to a stop, he was shaking uncontrollably and the tears were blinding his vision. He didn't want to get up and feel along the wall because he had lost his sense of direction and could very well take himself back to Dark. But if he just stayed where he was...Dark could come find him. Would he be mad at Daisuke for running out like that?

Daisuke shivered, rubbing his shoulders and practically feeling the hot whip against his flesh. He would actually prefer that than accept the fact that he is royalty. His hands feel the floor around him, trying to get some sense of where he is. No, he could never be royalty. His whole life had been one big mess. No one has ever treated him like he was special. Except Dark... Taking a deep breath, Daisuke opened his eyes. The images were blurry, but he could see. He was right next to the staircase. Yes...I must leave.

The ground echoed with the thump, thump, thump of Daisuke's feet against the padded carpet. (a/n: Hate to spoil the mood but Krad is cool. Daisuke is screwable, and Krad is cool.) The front door came into view and the poor, confused slave ran towards it. It opened before he could reach the handle. "Eh?" Looking outside, Daisuke noticed that no one was there. No one. It's like the door opened on its own accord, just to let him out. And go out Daisuke does, not noticing Dark leaning against the stair railing, watching him leave. His voice was thin.

"Daisuke..."

Outside, Daisuke stood momentarily confused. The sunlight was so blinding; it hurt to look around. Daisuke shielded his eyes from the blaring sun and took a few tentative steps further. He'd never really been outside before, unless it was one of his escape attempts. The wind whistled lightly through the trees, scaring Daisuke; he was an inside slave at heart. Something, after looking around for a moment, he wanted desperately to change.

"Should I go get Dark?" Daisuke proceeded to a large fruit-bearing tree, climbing it's branches up to the top and plucking one of the fruits. A pear. "No..."

The pear juice ran down his chin as he took a large bite. His stomach grumbled and growled as he swallowed; he had no idea how hungry he actually was. Not much time to think when you find out who killed your parents. My parents... Daisuke took another bite of the pear, chewing and swallowing. What did he know about his parents? Not much, after ten years of being beaten to near death. But there was that one song... Yes, that one song. The one that he had had stuck in his mind for all fifteen years of his life. How did it go?

Instinctively glancing around, Daisuke lowered his eyes to the pear in his hand and began to sing in a low, quiet voice.

"Ano toki kimi mo kodoku o kanjite itano

Chiisana jibun o omotte kyou mo nemurenai

Semete yume naka de aetara

Nante dare mo kanete wa kurenai

Kimi ni tsutaeru sube sae shirazuni

Kyo mo tomatteiru..."

(a/n: The end theme of D N Angel. I'll have the translation at the bottom.)

Slowly, Daisuke's breathing patterns turned back to normal and his eyesight cleared up, giving him his perfect 20/20 vision again. He wrapped his slender arms around his knees. A smile graced his lips and he ruffled his hair, a bit ashamed of his earlier actions. So what if Dark killed his parents? It's not like he knew them anyways... After all, five years is nothing compared to the time some children get with their parents.

"Ah, who am I kidding?"

A sudden gust of wind brought Daisuke out of his moping. Black wings...Dark's wings. Is he going somewhere? Surprisingly, Dark landed right in front of the tree Daisuke was currently hidden deep within. A deep sigh penetrated his lips, startling Daisuke. And when Dark started mumbling incoherent words, Daisuke just had to move closer to hear them. So he lowered himself down a branch with all of the training a slave recieves when with a cruel master. Silently he slipped further and further down until he could hear Dark perfectly.

"Mou, how to tell him?"

Tell who what?

"I've never had to do this before...not like I want to start now but still."

What is he talking about?

While Daisuke puzzled about Dark's mysterious mumblings in his head, Dark lowered his own and began whispering to himself, shaking his head after every few minutes. What is he talking about! Daisuke gave a cry of frustration, grabbing at his hair and tugging until his scalp began to hurt. Big mistake for him because as he did it, he lost his grip on the branch he was currently holding onto, falling back down to the ground...

...and right onto Dark's lap.

"AAAH!"

Both of the boys stared at each other, yelling their heads off and pointing as if they weren't really sure whether the other was there or not. But as they both calm down after a few moments, all they can do is hold each other's eyesight, hoping that the other would break the uncomfortable silence. It turned out that Dark was the one brave enough to do it. He took Daisuke's hands in his own, feeling the warmth radiating off of them.

"Daisuke...I know you hate me. I don't blame you for it but I..."

Daisuke sat confused as Dark trailed off, rubbing the back of his head. "What, Dark?"

Dark's grip on Daisuke's hands became tighter, until Dark had succeeded in blocking the circulation of blood through his fingers. "Aishiteru..."

"EH?"

"Aishiteru..." Dark's voice was lowered to a whisper.

"Say it in English!" Daisuke commanded, yanking his hands away.

"I LOVE YOU, DAMN IT!"

"Aah, Dark!"

Daisuke tried to scramble away as Dark seemed to have snapped and was grabbing at Daisuke. He didn't get very far before Dark reached his wrist and yanked him back, staring deep into his eyes. Presently he clutched at his slave's shoulders, shaking him back and forth until Daisuke was dizzy with the continuous motion. I can't take it anymore...

"Dark, I love you too!"

Silence. Daisuke's eyes widened, completely surprised at what he had just said. He had meant to start spouting something entirely different. Something more along the lines of "I hate you!" and "You killed my parents!" but that is just what came out. Dark's hands slid off of his shoulders, leaving red fingernail marks in their place. Dark was just as surprised as Daisuke. He was expecting rejection. A serious rejection. Pulled out of his state by Daisuke's shaking arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him close, Dark holds him close also.

"Daisuke..."

Later That Night

"Dark, I hate you."

Daisuke pouted as Dark tightened his hold around Daisuke's waist. He didn't want his sweet slave to fall one-hundred feet to his death. Flying through the air at night was not an experience that Daisuke enjoyed very much. At least, not his first time around. Maybe when he got more experience...maybe then it would be enjoyable. But at the moment he was trying very carefully not to down for fear of panicking and actually dropping to his bloody death.

"I know."

"No, I mean I really hate you."

"For what? Killing your parents?"

"That," Daisuke frowns, "and for making me do this!"

"Heh. You just don't like heights..."

"NO! I DON'T!"

"I'm sorry, Daisuke...but we have to go to this funeral."

"But why is it at night!"

"Um..."

"Dark, did you kill him?"

"You did!"

"I can't believe you!"

"Daisuke, you're so cruel. How can you judge me like that?"

Daisuke fished in his pockets for the obituary schedule for the past month. He points out all the ones they have attended, that total to thirteen.

"What's your point?"

"Ugh, forget it..."

The funeral was dark and dreary, as usual, but Daisuke didn't mind at the moment. He was thinking about other things... Dark looked at him curiously. What's up with him? Taking his hand, Dark dragged Daisuke up to view the body. As usual, there was something about a dead body that Daisuke abhorred, and the stench--while obviously not apparant to the others was nauseating him to the point where he felt he was going to puke. He repressed his gag reflex, tugging on Dark's shirt and pleading with his eyes.

Sighing, Dark led his gagging angel away from the table and to the door so he could catch a breeze. Hiwatari, breaking away from what looked to Daisuke a very important and impatient group, he slid his way over towards the two.

"So?"

"He's the one," Dark murmured under his breath.

Hiwatari adjusted his glasses, "If they find out, he'll be killed."

"I know."

"He must be hidden."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes...I think that will be adequate."

Daisuke froze as Hiwatari patted his head before departing.

"Did I mention I hate you, Dark?"

"Yes."

"I mean I really hate you. So much that I apparantly love you."

"I love you too, Daisuke."

"I'll never forgive you...but I want to reclaim the throne."

Dark clapped his hand over Daisuke's mouth. "Not so loud."

Daisuke fell silent; Dark smirked.

"We leave tomorrow."

Leave? Where are you going/twitch/ Ne, how was it? Kind of got side-tracked in the middle but it led to the idea of them leaving so all is well. I really have no idea how long this story is going to be. But along with this chapter, you get a Furuba one-shot! Yay KyoXMomiji. It was inspired by a fanfic called "Tootsie Pop." Read it! Review please!

Translation:

Were you also feeling loneliness then

Thinking how insignificant I am to you, I can't sleep again tonight

If I could at least see you in my dreams

But no one grants a wish like that

Without even knowing the way to tell you

It's another day that I'm no closer to you