Disclaimer: Aww…I guess I'll give the disclaimer a nicer treatment for now. Coughs I do not own any part of DN Angel, but I do own my evil plot! Ha…
And any way, here's the good news: It's Holiday time! Now I can update faster! So, you better review much faster or else you won't get to add your own evil ideas in here!
And plenty of thanks to:
FISH Tank the Evil Fangirl- the newest reviewer of this fic. Yeah, so now I CAN update ASAP! And thanks for reviewing this story, hope you'll also review the others that will be coming soon! See ya!
Yuffie03- I was wondering where you went! And really thanks for reviewing again! I thought it was because I still wasn't giving Daisuke a better time, so maybe this chapter will have something you will like! And, yeah I understand the schoolwork and all; teachers are really jerks, eh?
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Chapter seven: Black guardian angelDaisuke woke up to see only darkness. A feeling of warmth all over his body surrounded the red haired teen and soothed him, for a while at least. He all of a sudden realized that the warmth was coming from someone who was embracing him tenderly, sleeping as well. Daisuke didn't have any energy left to push away the strange body, even though he wished really badly he could. The faceless person sighed in his sleep and hugged Daisuke closer, opening his blue eyes that matched his sky blue hair. The vulnerable, beautiful crimson red eyes meet those unemotional, cold icy blue eyes for a split second, and their gaze were held for seemingly forever. One was in trepidation, confusion, and betrayal. The other was in coldness, surprise, commanding, and…love.
Daisuke broke away from the long gaze first, for fear that he might break down and weep right there and then. Satoshi observed the shorter boy's expression, watching those gorgeous ruby red eyes filled with mixed emotions. The commander held Daisuke's chin with one hand, forcing the red haired boy to look back at the icy blue and numbness of the other's eyes. A sudden bolt of movement and Daisuke found Satoshi holding him closely, kissing him with compel. The commander decided to just let it end as a touch-only kiss, releasing Niwa and getting off the bed. He stopped at the front entrance of the room, turning back to see Daisuke sitting at the edge of the bed, the young tamer's body quivering with barely suppressed fear. "Go back to bed, I won't allow you to go out tonight, it's already late. Plus," Daisuke froze along with the sentence. "It's raining."
"I …" "…just feel like going home." Satoshi finished the sentence without any emotion in his voice. Daisuke couldn't nor wouldn't nor want to move a hair's breadth. Satoshi walked out of the room silently, Daisuke letting his breathe to be exhaled in relief. Satoshi grabbed one of the many-colored umbrella; blood red in color, to be exact. He went into his room and pulled out a dark blue windbreaker to shield Daisuke from the frosty wind, winter was drawing nearer, unexpectedly wondering what the red haired teen would look like in that clothing. He shook off the perception and steadily yet calmly sauntered back to the room where his, em…how should I put it…(No, sex toy won't do) … 'love' was still in, only now standing on his two feet with slight difficulty and pain. His feet look so small, so cute…almost like a kitten, only much more adorable. Satoshi forced aside the disturbing thought, thrusting the items in his hands ungracefully into Daisuke's pale and cold ones. The red haired teen stood rooted to the floorboards, absolutely confused at the gesture. Satoshi hurriedly or, he acted like he wanted to get rid of Daisuke as quick as possible, put on the windbreaker on the shorter boy and then calling his limo. He then put on his own midnight black jacket and pushed Daisuke out of the apartment.
"My driver will get us there in 10 minutes and 32 seconds into the main street near your house, so you won't have to walk very far." Daisuke nodded tensely and went back to keeping quiet. He was perplexed and freaked out; why did Satoshi bothered to drive him to his house in such a storm? The red haired teen suddenly remembered that his clothes were still at the commander's house, including his undergarments. But Daisuke couldn't get his mouth opened to ask about it, as the limo braked and slowly screeched to a stop. Satoshi was tempted to give the shorter boy a last kiss, however he decided against it, as he watched Daisuke slipped out of the black car and walked away holding the blood red umbrella above his head.
"Mom, grandpa, I'm-" "NO, EMIKO!" Daichii's voice was yelled and it echoed through the whole house, reaching into Daisuke's ears and forcing his legs to run all the way to the kitchen. "Grandpa, what happ- MOM!" Daisuke dashed towards his mother, who was gripping a knife in her hands and pointing the sharp end at her thin, bleeding arms. "Mom, stop it! Please! Don't do this to yourself-Ah!" Daisuke glanced down at his arm to glimpse a trickle of blood falling from the gash, like a scarlet red liquid jewel dripping down…it didn't seem to pain the red haired teen though, for he quickly snatched the knife away from his depressed mother and threw it back into its original place and locked the drawer.
"Kyu?" "Don't worry, I'm okay, really…" Or so his mouth said. Deep inside, Daisuke yearned really badly that he could tell someone about his problems, someone who could give more comforting words and tell him everything will be okay. He wished to tell someone, someone he could trust, someone who could make all this better, someone he could tell…and that someone was Dark. But don't mistaken this though, 'cause Wiz had provided a lot more comfort than Daisuke could ever hope for, and the small boy was really, really grateful for that, but he really, really, really, really wished to talk to someone who can say or do something to make the situation a whole lot better. Sure, Wiz could still help around with carrying light things or keeping an eye on Emiko, but it didn't solve the problems.
Staring at his furry friend, Daisuke sometimes wondered if he actually deserved these problems. What bad deeds had he done, anyway? Sure, he did sometimes spoke back at his mom a little, or maybe snatch a piece of chocolate or two from Riku when he truly wanted some but the red haired girl was too grumpy to give. But all these, he made up much, much more for it. And all these he had done with a bit of playfulness and perhaps a bit of good intention as well. Like he was actually trying to lighten up Riku's mood by letting her chase him around the school by snatching the chocolates; that would make her mad enough to pursue him (And for some reason, she end up enjoying the chase and gave Niwa the whole box of russet as thanks.)
Daisuke sighed and settled down into his bed, Wiz deciding to curl up in the sofa instead ('cause it almost got squashed by Daisuke last night when he was tossing in his nightmares. Ouch, the poor thing.) The room soon became quiet and only the soft snoring of Daisuke and Wiz (Whose snoring was surprisingly louder) could be heard. Out of the blue, a black figure with black wings noiselessly flew to the window of the balcony and settled itself on the perch, mutely watching over the sleeping figure on the bulk bed without a second bed underneath…
"No, I can't do that, no…NO!" Daisuke sat up with a jot. He felt his eyes pooling with tears that were soon falling down his battered cheeks, stinging the bruises. But Daisuke didn't care, neither did he noticed the shadowy figure in his room until the person was right beside him, giving the boy an unintended jot. Because his tears were blurring out his vision, Daisuke couldn't see the face of the individual visibly, but didn't matter, as the figure never revealed his identity to the red haired teen.
Arms wrapped themselves around the saddened boy, comforting the soul. Dark watched as his love closed his eyes and leaned against the thief's chest, completely trusting the other presence even though he didn't know so much as the name of the 'stranger'. Dark remembered the first time he entered Daisuke's room as this mysterious 'stranger'.
Flashback
The clock chimed twelve. Dark flew in silence over the small slumbering town towards his intended destination. Perched on the balcony, the thief set about on how to tell his love his feelings. Finally, after much mumbling and cursing, Dark stepped into the gloomy room wordlessly, searching for his desired person. Daisuke.
The boy was sitting in his so called 'bulk bed', weeping about some unknown reason. Dark watched, dumbfounded. Why was Daisuke crying? The phantom thief gracefully went over to the boy's side (Yeah, like just now) and sat there, indecisive of what to do.
Daisuke looked up to see an unfamiliar figure beside him, startling the red haired teen. He managed to gather enough to ask, "W-Who are y-you?" Because the room was extremely murky, and his tears were blurring out his vision so much, Daisuke wasn't able to discriminate Dark's features.
Dark hesitated, and finally decided to just keep quiet. He suddenly hugged Daisuke on impulse, an attempt to comfort the little boy. Daisuke flinched slightly, but he didn't push away the indistinguishable figure. He closed his eyes and allowed the warmth to soothe him and send him off to sleep…
But the next morning, the figure was gone, and Daisuke thought it was just a dream…
End of flashback
Daisuke didn't think about anything during that time the strange figure hugged him, only aware that his mind was slipping off to that one time about one or two months before Satoshi started to rape him. That time when his first kiss was taken…. by his black guardian angel.
Or at least, to Dai-Chan, this black figure was like a guardian to him. Even though he didn't know this 'stranger', he felt safe to have this person watching over him at night. In any case, he felt safe enough to fall asleep each night, even though he usually ends up having nightmares. It was like, like…having Dark watching over him when he was sleeping, that time when they were still sharing one body. But the young boy didn't know it was DARK who had taken his first kiss, that it was Dark who was his black guardian.
Because the next morning, Daisuke woke to find no one in his bed with him. Wiz was still curled up on the sofa, fast asleep, and there was neither a feather nor a strand of hair in sight. That was why, Daisuke thought, it was all just a dream…
That there was no such thing as his black guardian angel. But how wrong he was…
Phew! I'm finally done! After this chapter, I think I better set a target for how many reviews I would like for this episode! Let's see…so now I have 10 reviews, I think when I get 3 more reviews or so (And they must be from different people) I think I will then upload the next chapter!
Oh, and I'm not sure if this is good, but I'm putting up an abstract from chapter eight: Almost revealed secrets. So, please do review!
Abstract:
A red notebook caught his attention, urging him to open it and see what was written inside. Dark pondered for a while and decided to read its content. Randomly flipping the pages, the first sentence that caught his eyes was "Mom is getting worse and worse by the day, and I …"
Well, I think I revealed way too much, but hey, hope this will suck in more reviews!