I have decided--I am going to write a story. But not just any story. It is going to be long, and it won't be updated really fast because I'm going to put a lot of time on it and the chapters will be really long. It's going to be a good story and I hope it will get a lot of reviews. More than 100. Yay! So read it! Wow, looking back my writing has greatly improved over the course of this story. I feel so happy. But anyways...here's your next chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: D N Angel is not mine.

Chapter Eight

The bed was surprisingly soft. Well, it wasn't too surprising. This was, after all, a castle. Riku watched, smiling, as Daisuke melted into the beds soft covers, grabbing a feather pillow and burying his face in it. He looked so cute. His clothes, which Dark had forced him into before they left, were very uncomfortable and quite frankly, Riku couldn't imagine Daisuke in something like that. So a change of clothes was most definately in order. She made her way to the large oak cabinet by the window and ruffled through some old clothes while Daisuke continued exploring the bed. She ended up with a sweater--which was certainly too big for him--and a pair of her old fuzzy pants with swirls on them.

"Daisuke, you can switch into these."

Riku tossed the clothes at him and they landed square on his head. He regarded her with confused eyes. "Huh?"

"Silly! Change--you look uncomfortable."

Thinking over her words, Daisuke slowly broke into a wide grin. Fast friends, that's what they were. Fast friends. Daisuke liked the elder Harada very much, and hoped she wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon. He hoped Dark planned to spare her when he did...whatever he was going to do. And the other Harada, too. While Daisuke didn't like her much, he supposed Riku would be very sad if her sister were to be killed. And he didn't want her to be sad. He nodded and slipped into the bathroom to change. And while he was in there Riku decided it was time to leave as Dark had just entered the room.

"Thank you Riku. And do try to console your sister when you find her."

"Heh."

"Dark," she whines. "You know when you make her cry it causes problems for me!"

"I know, I know--I'm sorry."

Pouting, Riku exited the room in a huff readying herself to find the horror that was her sister. Now she--like any good sibling--loved Risa. It was just that she could be way too much to handle sometimes. Like the times she went chasing after Dark. It was so obvious that Dark was, well...gay. Since when had he ever acknoledged any girl, anywhere? It just never happened. Riku stopped, a thought coming to mind. Was that why the men of the castle were apprehensive of being alone with Dark? Were they afraid he might rape them? 'Oh my gosh...' The thought was so incredible. 'Hah. Like Dark would even look at those losers.'

Riku found Risa sitting numbly outside in the balcony of their shared bedroom. Now, sharing with Risa--despite popular belief--was very hard. For Risa was very messy and Riku was very clean, and the two's habits kept clashing. First, Riku couldn't understand why Risa just couldn't PICK UP whatever it was that she picked out to look at or whatever, and Risa didn't understand why she couldn't dump all her extra junk on Riku's side of the room, since she had so much space. A large, see through glass was greatly needed in this room, to be sure. But back to Risa.

The girl was leaning against the balcony, face propped up on both of her pale, shaking hands. Riku mentally cursed. What had Dark done to make her angry? "Risa...?"

And it was at the sound of her name that Risa finally turned around, latching onto her older sister. And all Riku could do was stare dumbly down at Risa as she cried her heart out on her shoulder.

"DARK WHAT ARE YOU DO--ARRGH!"

King Mushan (1) paused on his way to his 'royal chambers' to hear the commotion coming from his esteemed colleague Dark's room. Eavesdropping, really, but when you are king what you say goes and King Mushan said that he was merely 'listening.' The bed was creaking, and several high pitched laughs were coming from the room. So much so that others were atrracted by the noise as well. The king smirked. Dark must have been having fun with that cute dark haired slave of his. He'd have to try him out sometime...

Inside, it was just as it appeared. Dark was rolling around the floor tickling Daisuke for all he was worth, leaving the former red-head breathless. "Dark I can't breathe!"

Still holding firmly onto his slave, Dark pulled Daisuke close and allowed him to rest for a few moments. It was only when Daisuke nuzzled his face into Dark's neck and licked it did he lose his grip on the boy. Thus, Daisuke was free, scrambling away from his captor with such speed that for a moment Dark didn't know where he was. His earlier thoughts of Risa were out of mind as Dark launched himself back onto Daisuke, latching on at the waist. It was only when one of the King's lackeys knocked briskly that the pair froze, eyes wandering over to the door.

"What?" Dark yelled, furious.

"Sir Dark, the King requires your presence in the West Drawing Room. Bring your slave if you wish."

The sound of footsteps getting fainter and fainter away, Dark tossed on a shirt and dragged Daisuke--still shirtless--out of the room. Daisuke gasped as the cold air of the hallway hits him like a brick wall. Shirtless and going to see the King? Dark was just begging for someone to rape him. But it was nice to get all the attention from other people and know that they can't get at him...right? Soft violet eyes looked down upon him and a pair of strong arms lifted him up. Sigh... Dark was carrying him again. Not that he minded. Leaning back into Dark's strong arms, Daisuke loved the feel of Dark's heart beneath his ear. Mm...I need to taste him again. He licked his lips at the thought.

Dark didn't miss the gesture. He put his mouth near Daisuke's ear and nicked it. The smaller boy moaned, grabbing the collar of Dark's shirt just as Dark pushed open the Drawing Room door.

"Why hello Dark. And who is this?"

The King wore a very annoying smirk on his face, leaning cockily against his 'throne' with his ankles crossed. Dark held Daisuke closer to him.

"This is Daisuki. My sex slave."

Daisuke stared up at Dark, surprised. His tone was so cold and indifferent that Daisuke didn't know what he was thinking. Do I really not mean anything to him? Shaking those thoughts away, Daisuke focused his eyes on the King as he reached out a pale hand to touch his cheek. Dark wore a mask of 'I-don't-really-care-what's-going-on', much to Daisuke's displeasure. I'm on my own on this one...and what the hell kind of name is Daisuki!

"Hello, sir," Daisuke whispered, lowering his eyes and staring through his long lashes. "It is...nice to meet you."

"Likewise, Daisuki."

Daisuke mentally gagged as the King purred--yes purred--at him. He felt Dark squeeze his hand softly, feeling the warm gaze of his eyes. He still loved him. No doubt about that. And while the King is ogling him like he is but a piece of eye candy, the young boy touches Dark's neck and gently applies pressure, trying to calm Dark down. Because he senses in him a boiling anger.

"Dark, have you met my son? I don't believe you have. Let me introduce him. Son!"

And as Dark turns, Daisuke sees a curtain draw back...

...and there his son is.

Mwaha! I'm leaving you at a cliffie. Just who is this errgh...son of the King? Whee! Next chapter to be up soon. Hey, hey--read my story This Is A Call, kk? Review please!