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Silent tearsChapter two: Picking locks is not a talent.
The hallway was silent. A particular redhead was walking along the too calm corridor, his head slightly lowered in tiredness. Daisuke looked up to check if he had reached the horrid art room he was supposed to go to today. As usual, cleaning duties is on. And as usual, Takashi dumped his duties onto his slumped shoulders again. AND as usual, no one was ahead of him in reaching the stifling room. " But the office is on the other side of the school! How did this happen?" yes, he got the wrong card and was starting to think about using the new code he had broke the other day. The school had somehow noticed that the art room was opened by code during very UNUSUAL times and decided to change the original code. Of course, that had also set off a series of rumors that dark was the one who had been inside, but no one knows why so of course that rumor was illogical. And even if dark DID went in, he would readily admit to anyone who asked, but he denied even thinking of going into that 'smelly and too many pictures' room. "It's more suited for Daisuke, since he's such a talented artist."
Of course, no one would think that innocent and undisruptive and quiet little Daisuke would be able to pull off such an exploit, so he pretty much got away scot-free. Finally, the boy gave in and promptly entered the code. As the depressed boy sigh and paced into the opened room, he suddenly felt an eerie yet familiar presence behind him. Satoshi. "Y-You didn't see that, did you?" Daisuke swallowed in dread when he realized he had stuttered. You CANNOT stutter when you are talking to Satoshi. That's one lesson that Daisuke learnt during his time with Satoshi, and it took him a lot pain to learn it. A lot of REAL pain to learn it.
"Well, that wasn't so bad, now was it, little Daisuke?" the words were dripping with sadism. The sobbing redhead underneath Satoshi said nothing, nor did he shook or nodded his head. He didn't want to give the wrong answer, nor could he find the courage to speak even if he knew the exact answer. With Satoshi, it's either the correct answer or silence, and there is no chance given. Not even for first times.
The taller, blue haired boy stood up and buttoned up his blouse before looking down at his trembling sex toy, a bit infuriate that Daisuke was still stuttering even after so much…fun lessons they had. Of course, he did ravish Daisuke a bit too roughly…but if that boy doesn't want him molesting or raping him every time he said something, the sexy little redhead better learn this lesson the hard way. Satoshi didn't like anyone stuttering when talking to HIM, it almost felt like an insult to him, that he was too forceful, and he didn't like feeling insulted. And besides, the commander enjoyed the ravishing. Looking at Daisuke standing up, not meeting the other taller boy's eyes, Satoshi sauntered forward to give the shorter boy a bruising kiss.
"Please, they will…know." Daisuke uttered in fear, wiping away the blood and along with Satoshi's spit. Actually, he was partially glad his lips were bleeding, 'cause he'd have an excuse for wiping Satoshi's disgusting saliva away without offending the blue haired boy at all. And he didn't really want anyone to know about this, not that he liked having Satoshi groping him at random. Not that it would help letting anyone know, especially Riku-san, his best friend. Satoshi had threatened to kill anyone he had breathed a word about all this to, especially Krad. The bruises were starting to heal on Daisuke's lips, and the questioning were starting to stop, but now that the wounds had renewed again, there was going to be trouble and questions he couldn't answer, questions that could cause him to break down and admit everything.
After cleaning up the art room, with a bit of swift and expert groping from Satoshi, Daisuke finally got the art room cleaned and could at last go home. As he started to go back to the classroom to get back his book bag, a cold arm swathed itself around Daisuke's thin waist. Trembling in fear, the pitiable boy listened to Satoshi's words: "How about a sleepover at my place on Friday night? We can have lots of fun together…" That is not an invitation, but an ORDER. And the commander does NOT like being disobeyed, especially not by his little Dai-Chan. "Yes sir," Daisuke said with obedience, though it sounded more like a robot speaking.
"I'm home!" Daisuke waited for a respond. None came, not even an echo. "Mother? Grandpa? Anyone there?" the red haired boy was starting to quiver with apprehension. Where is everyone? Oh no, what if Satoshi felt offended and did something? Fear forced him to run all the way to the kitchen where a light was left operating. There sat Emiko and her father, their faces dark with concern. "Ah, Dai-Chan, I didn't hear you coming in. Come here, please." Daisuke ambled in silently, noting that this is not his mother's usual behavior, nor was it Grandpa's.
"WHAT? No, father can't be in the hospital! Tell me you're just kidding, right? Right? MOTHER? GRANDPA?" the two grown-ups looked as if the truth was too much to take, for Daisuke to take, and they wished they hadn't told the already distressed sorry fourteen-year-old boy. Daisuke, unable to take the bad news in, ran all the way up to his bedroom and heaved himself onto his bed, weeping in private. Now this, as if he doesn't have enough problems already… Suddenly, a glint of sliver stood in Daisuke's hand, lowered to his arm full of blemishes…
"Hey! Big news! There's going to be a talent show directed by the school!" Takashi ruptured into the classroom, panting from the long run. "So, what's the big deal about it?" one of the classmates asked. "Read what's here then!" A brilliantly colored poster appeared from Takashi's hand and was slapped onto Daisuke's desk, who just happened to be asleep. "Huh, what's this?" the startled boy asked as a large body of students crowded around his school desk. This is what they read:
To all students of this respected school:
As of this day, we shall hold a talent show hoping all students will take part in this event. There is a catch if one wants to take part in this occasion:
You must a special talent such as e.g. Photography, playing SPECIAL musical instruments etc.
There must be a presentation of your talent that is not longer than 510 minutes
All participating students must have some achievements to proof your talent.
Auditions will take place in the grand hall from XXX day till the end of XXXX month at 3p.m. to 7p.m. Please make an appointment at the office to go for the auditions. GOOD LUCK!
And not forgetting, the prizes that shall be involved in this programme:
1stprize: Five tickets to the latest concert—Vincentia's miracle.
2ndprize: Two tickets to the latest and most popular movie—I not stupid too.
3rdprize: A digital camera with the coolest functions in modern time.
Consolation prizes: Ten Forty dollars vouchers for discount on the books at XXX Bookstores given to the top 30 winners
"Oh man, I've just got to take part in this!" Someone from the group said. Daisuke shuddered in confusion as Dark said: "Hey, Daisuke, you can take part in this! You got the talent for it, don't waste it!" "But it's those kind of very special talents, not ones like mine which are so common!" Dark snickered before uttering, "Oh, come on! You know that you also have that special gift of being able to pick any kind of locks! And beside, who says an artistic talent is common?" Daisuke blushed before thinking of an answer: "But I thought picking locks is not a talent? It's more of a …sin, right?" Of course, no one was able to reply him as dark was sent flying (Literally) away from a mysterious crowd of fan girls that had suddenly flooded into the classroom. It seems like Dark's reputation is a bit TOO good…Hmm, someone better advised him to stay out of all that stealing for a while, IF possible. Well, it is definitely won't be Daisuke, the boy is already asleep, snoring on his desk. In fact, everyone thought he looked really cute, especially Satoshi…
So, what do you all think? Please do review! This IS my first fic that is rated M so the sexual parts are a little less…detailed, so give me nice, hot sexy tips on what kind of sexual acts you want Satoshi to do to our poor little Dai-Chan and I'll CERTAINLY write it in this story, OK? )