I. Am. So. Sorry! –wails- I haven't been able to update in forever due to a very serious writers block but if any of you are still following this story, I'm going to try to update more often. I promise! –hic- So, where did we stop? Oh yes, the sweet little moment between Riku and Dai-chan. Moving on then.

Disclaimer: No, D N Angel is not mine. Really, it's not.

Chapter Eleven

Daisuke was becoming rather bored of wandering the castle day after day, leaving only to 'dispose' of the lesser royals of the castle. An entire month passed, and with it some twenty or so lives. Dark was unusually skilled in his assassinations, leaving no clue whatsoever as to who the killer may have been. Daisuke, at first, had been too queasy to do anything but make sure no one was coming down the hall, but by the fourth killing he was just as eager as Dark to spill blood.

It was exhilarating, all this killing. It left him with flushed flesh and a definite lack of oxygen but besides that, he loved it. His and Dark's relationship grew over the month, and sometimes Krad even joined them in their nightly romps. The boy had become almost like an older brother to Daisuke, albeit an older brother he was fucking every once in a while. Dark explained that the King loved to keep people in his castle; it kept them from plotting against them.

"But that's so stupid!" Daisuke had muttered as he clung onto Dark, kissing his neck.

"Eh, you get used to it."

"How many balls of these have you been to?"

"Thirty, give or take."

The King had of course become suspicious of all the sudden deaths, but if he was employing any method of trying to find the killer, he did not let on. In fact the King had become rather quiet in the past month, retiring to his throne room early and speaking to none save Krad. And Krad spent as much time as he could with Dark and Daisuke.

Today, however, the King was demanding to see Daisuke—again. Daisuke sighed as he climbed the stairs to the King's room. These visits had never failed to bore him as the King did nothing but interrogate him as if he was guilty of some crime. 'Besides treason,' Daisuke thought with a grim smile, 'I'm completely innocent.' On a whim he put on his cutesy I-didn't-do-it look, wondering if it could still fool people. He'd have to try it on Dark one of those days… The door that separated Daisuke from the King was large, heavy, and slathered in gold. It disgusted Daisuke to see how much gold went into one door that you couldn't find—out in random places in the kingdom—within one-hundred families.

"Your Highness?"

"Enter!" the booming voice replied.

It took all of Daisuke's strength just to shove the door open enough for his small body to slip through. Panting, he pushed it shut and resumed his usual place at the King's enormous feet. His usual goblet—full of what he expected was light wine—sat on the low table next to him, and he immediately took a sip. But while doing so he failed to see the malicious glint that shone in the King's eyes for a brief second.

"Daisuki," he reached out a meaty finger to stroke the boy's cheek, "you truly are a jewel. Won't you come stay with me?"

"I belong to Dark-sama."

"Mm… Not anymore."

Suddenly there was a strange tingling sensation coursing through his body and the King…the King was kissing him. He was paralyzed! His voice jumbled in his throat, denying him the freedom to scream; to cry for help. He couldn't move his arms or kick his feet—he was defenseless. 'No…' The King pinned Daisuke beneath him, intent of exploring the crevices of the boy's mouth. 'It's not supposed to be like this. Dark…' The weight of the King was uncomfortable as he was being crushed. 'Please…save me…'

He slipped into unconsciousness.

-0-0-

"I will not allow this!"

'Mph. So loud…'

"Daisuki is MY slave. I paid money for him and he is mine!"

"Dark please; you're going to hurt yourself."

'Dark and Krad?'

Wearily Daisuke opened his eyes, lifting an arm to shield his eyes from the bright light. He was lying on a bed—his bed—and Dark and Krad were storming about the room with angered and hurt expressions. He made a soft noise in the back of his throat, catching their attention.

"Daisuke!" "Are you okay?"

"I'm…fine. What happened?"

The two cousins exchanged nervous glances before proceeding to plunge into the story of what had happened; how the King had drugged him and proceeded to…have his way with Daisuke. With each word Daisuke became more frantic, wondering just how far the King had gotten. Dark finished, lapsing into silence, while Krad stood beside him and twiddled his fingers.

"So…" Daisuke gulped. "How far?"

Krad sighed, "All the way, Daisuke."

The words shook him like nothing else and he leaned over the edge of the bed and puked, so great was his disgust. The remains of his breakfast and last nights dinner came up quickly until there was nothing left, at which point he began puking blood.

"Oh, shit!" Dark yanked off his shirt and held it under Daisuke's mouth. "Daisuke, stop!"

A fresh wave of vomiting ensued, completely soaking Dark's white shirt red. Krad ran off to find Riku, who would hopefully have a bucket on her. Meanwhile Dark, glaring yet rubbing Daisuke's back supportively, was promising himself that he would dispose of the King in the most violent way possible for violating his Daisuke. 'Fuck you Mushan. You're not getting away with this one.'

"Daisuke, what happened!" Riku squealed, dropping the bucket.

Krad promptly picked it up, striding quickly to Daisuke and placing the bucket beneath him. Dark removed his shirt and handed it unceremoniously to Riku who stood there gawking, holding the dripping shirt. When she realized it was in her hands—by which time her white shoes had red spots on them—she turned and fled to the laundry room, tears springing in her eyes.

"Oh, Daisuke."

"It serves him right!"

Riku spun, seeing her little sister leaning against the door. Anger boiled in her; what did she know about Daisuke?

"What did you say, Risa?"

"I said it serves him right! He's nothing but a fuck slave, running off with the King like that and making Mr. Dark worry! If I were Mr. Dark's slave I would never—"

Whap. Risa stopped mid-sentence as Riku whacked her with Dark's blood-stained shirt, leaving an enormous red spot on her cheek. The tears were falling freely down Riku's cheeks now; she didn't bother hiding them. She heard Risa's surprise intake of breath and looked firmly into her sister's eyes.

"Dark will never love you, Risa! It was that way even before Daisuki came into the picture so don't you dare say such things about him!"

"Riku!"

"I won't let you say those things about Daisuki! He's my friend!"

"And you're my sister, Riku! You're…you're supposed to support me no matter what."

Riku turned her head, "I'm sorry but I just can't do that anymore."

Glaring, the two went their separate ways. It would be a while before they would have the courage to face each other and say they were sorry. Upstairs Daisuke had finished retching, and was being hugged by an overzealous Krad and Dark. The King was content, not knowing of the death-wish he had just signed for himself. And deep within the castle, a shadow was stirring, moving into the light. Red eyes gleamed; pale skin glowed with an unearthly light. The taste of blood was on its lips, and it was alive.

X3 Yup. There we go—it's finished. Wow that was only three pages and a little of a fourth. I'll have to work on that. So, the King finally did it. T.T I feel kind of bad for Dai-chan now, but it had to be done. Review, please!