Disclaimer: At the rate I'm going, I'm going crazy! Ah, the pains and downs of life…. Don't own DN Angel and okay, I'm darn done! (Not.)
And thanks all the reviewers for review my really crappy story (Yeah, I thought no one would review in like, a million years, but hey! Now I have nearly 20 reviews!)
And plenty of thanks to all the reviews I've received…hmm, May I asked for 100 reviews this time? No no, wait! I was just joking; the asking of reviews will be still the same, but because - glomps Yuugi – actually guessed who had hurt Daisuke correctly, I'll still update the tenth chapter (This the ninth one, right? Sorry, lost track…) even if I get 0 reviews but don't slack people! Okay, on with the story! (And please pardon my lame description of the gangsters!)
Chapter nine: A humble request (by Daisuke!)
A/N: The whole chapter will be in Daisuke's point of view, unless otherwise stated.
I search my whole room as thoroughly as I could. Where in the world is my notebook? This is so not good, especially if it is mother and/or grandpa who had taken it. What if they read it and found out about the drugs and the rapes? Or worse, what if they tell Dark and the others? I got so overwhelmed that if my mother hadn't fainted in the living room (Again.) I'd have sat on the sofa crying my eyes out. But luckily the drugs underneath the sofa weren't missing, or I'd probably be doomed. Wiz jumped towards my stomach after I helped mother to her room and tried to nuzzle my stomach in an attempt to comfort me, and it kind of succeeded, only a bit, that is.
Tomorrow, there's gonna be that stupid heroin delivery and the grocery to think about, but I think I want to take Wiz with me. He's getting too restless since I had stop taking him to school because of, well…Satoshi. I'm scared that Wiz would try to bite Satoshi or something when he saw him doing 'that' to me and get hurt by Satoshi. And I don't to lose anyone. Oh, please let tomorrow be okay…
The dim-witted alarm clock rang mercilessly and woke me up to another day. I scratched my head listlessly and turned the idiotic thing off, knowing that mother and grandpa are still sleeping. I hope they could rest longer, 'cause they really needed it. I changed in a pair of light blue and loose long pants and my long sleeved, midnight black shirt, a yellow, short sleeved top thrown over it. Wiz pounced onto my shoulder as soon as I had grabbed my backpack full of the 'stuffs' I don't even want to touch and we set off to the underworld. It's just another day.
I turned left off the main street, then into another narrow street. Darkland Street. Here, I could see a lot of weird hooligans with their stupid sneers and perverted catcalls. Wiz growled at some of them who were staring at me, as if they were going to take me there and then, but I hurried on to steer clear of trouble and to avoid getting there late. They don't like it when I'm late. I scurried past a couple that were making out partly in the open, like they were in the privacy of a cozy room, instead of the freezing open. Winter is coming, and I think the school will probably close down for the year. This particular winter will be harsh and really cold.
I saw the depot I was supposed to go to and dashed past the entrance, hoping to get everything over with and done. No one was in it; I was slightly early, but nonetheless, early. "Well, well. Our delivery boy is here. So, where's the stuff?" I heard spike man mocking and green man's eerie laughter behind. I turned around, Wiz clinging onto me tightly, and saw the pair standing there with cocky looks on their slimy faces. I stood rooted to the cement floor, afraid to move or make a sound. Spike man had his hair all spiked up, as usual, and was wearing a sleeveless black and a tight fitting pair of purple jeans. Green man had his green hair slung to one side, covering his right eye. He had a grayish and baggy jacket on his eely body and a pair of dark blue denims. I watched as spike man walked over to me smoothly, towering over me a good two feet. I only stood as tall as his chest. "So, hand over the stuff, little boy." I obeyed quietly, taken the ten packets of pills out of my backpack and handed them over without a single complaint. I never wanted them anyway.
"Good…boss will be happy." Spike man glimpsed over the contents in front of him and nodded towards green man, signaling that he was in charge of the rest. Whatever that is. "C-can I go now?" I asked carefully, careful not to offend the other two ruffians that were discussing something. Wiz was getting really edgy. "No," Green replied my question. I could see him smirking at me hungrily. Damn it. I backed off a little, but spike man looked like he already knew what was going to happen. I heard the door behind me slammed shut, alarming me into turning around. There stood a thug man that had his muscles bulging against his black shirt, his two bodyguards standing smugly on either side of him. Wiz was growling softly now.
"Well, well, if it isn't Daisuke, my favourite sex toy." I swallowed nervously, my throat as dry as sand. It was the gang leader, bulge man. Right now, Wiz is already prickling up his fur, ready to attack anyone who attacked me. Bulge man walked over towards me, his two bodyguards stepping forward to hold Wiz and me steady. Wiz tried to bite, but got gagged instead with a rag. I just kept silent, hoping they won't hurt him. Bulge man towered over me a good two feet as well, but he's bigger than spike man. And a lot rougher.
Bulge man grabbed my waist so quicker and so closely; I didn't have any time to react and get away. The next thing I know, he's upon me. "Now, how about a little fun?" His lips pressed against mine, practically squashing my face. His sordid tongue had somehow managed to slip into my mouth, tasting the insides. It was revolting, and I hate it and I rather be at anywhere but here right now. "ARGH!!!" I heard the scream of one of the guards, and saw Wiz as a…wolf? Where did he get that? I struggled out of bulge man's tight hold and ran toward the entrance, unlocking the door in a few seconds, but that's all spike man and green needed to reach me. I suddenly felt pain, and realized that they had slashed my chest deep. My vision was blurring out, I'm so scared, for Wiz, for mother and grandpa…for myself. "Dark…help me…"
Author's P.O.V (I'm much more comfortable like this.)
Dark flew as quickly as he could. Damn, where is that warehouse? …Delivery of heroin at 9.a.m in the old warehouse just off Giffhishi street, but I simply don't want to go, I don't want creepy spike man to molest me again…God, Daisuke's been suffering so much and he hadn't done a single thing about it till now! Drugs, rapes…and just who was that person Daisuke said in his diary? I didn't want Wiz to get hurt by Sa…no; I can't mention whom, what if someone reads this? "Sa…Sa…Who cares! I've got to save Daisuke right now! Krad, hurry up you slow poke!" Krad struggled to catch up with his other half, knowing now was not a good time to talk back. Man, since when could Dark fly that fast anyway?
Wiz fought and fought, making loud sounds of "KYU!" and some other as well. It saw the strange men surrounding Daisuke, touching the red haired boy in a way Wiz somehow knew was wrong. He had by some means get help, but how? "DAISUKE!" Dark had come! Wiz gave one last bite on the startled hooligan and ran over to aid Dark. The thief whacked and hit the hooligans with all his might magic. Krad left the fighting crowd and managed to find Dark, "Go and find Daisuke, I'll take care of things here, GO!" the phantom thief shot the other angel a grateful look before winding his way through the fighting crowd of Emiko, Kosuke and grandpa. (Hey, he can't ask Riku and the others to fight, right?)
"So responsive, aren't you little Daisuke…?" "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" the stupid leader looked up from a trembling and half naked Daisuke to see a fuming Dark. (Hurry, where's the popcorn? Oh, here it is! Yeah!) The phantom thief was boiling red, seemingly ready to kill the person who had harmed Daisuke so badly. The ABSOLUTELY IDIOTIC gang leader had an absolutely COCKY SMILE on his slimy face, seeing the famous DARK MOUSY!!! God, that hooligan/monster is soooooo dead and I'm soooooo enjoying it! (Well, typing it anyway. ) Okay, where was I, sorry, got carried away…Heh, Heh…
Anyway, Dark had his death glare set right on stupid bulge man's head, thinking of the most torturous to kill the repulsive beast right in front of him. He glanced over at Daisuke and saw the red haired teen trying to get up, his chest stained with his own crimson blood. That enraged Dark even more (Writer orders more popcorn.) and this time he has his head straight: Kill that dumb headed hooligan! The battle has begun! (Eh, not!) First, a little self-introduction?
"Hmm…. so, you're the famous phantom thief, Dark mousy? What brings you here?"
"You know what you've done."
"Oh, I just raped a little sexy boy, what's there bugging you?"
"That boy is my FRIEND!"
That was the LAST straw! Dark was whacking the bloody gang leader's stomach to a pulp in a spilt second, bulge man trying to fight back but failing. (Oh, my popcorn's running low again!) There was blood scent all over the place and it was all getting to Dark's raging head, unaware that Daisuke was bleeding excessively until he had bulge man all bloody and conked out.
"Daisuke, Daisuke?"
"Dark, I-is that…you?"
"Yes, come on, we gonna get y-DAISUKE!"
The red haired fainted, unable to hold on to his consciousness. Dark held the boy steady to prevent him from falling onto the cement floor, carefully carrying the latent boy to the sky where Krad was waiting, worried about his other half. Seeing the bleeding Daisuke in Dark's arms, the white-winged angel motioned for the thief to move quickly back to the apartment…
I walked down a strange lane, just walking, not thinking. Where am I? The fog was thick and I couldn't see through it, nor behind or my sides. The next thing I know, I blacked out, and then I was in a room. A figure loomed over me, but I didn't recognize it, neither could I talk, like I was under a spell. I felt frightened, alone, and…naked. The sinister figure started to touch me, caressing my cheeks and my lips. Then the hands started to lower down to my chest, my stomach…I whimpered and tried to struggle away, but my hands were tied down by chains that bit into my skin and made my wrists bleed, but I didn't feel any pain. Suddenly, I heard a scream, no, two screams…but whose? The figure suddenly backed away, towards the cries…it was only then I realized whom they belong to…
Dark and Satoshi.
Dark watched as Daisuke snored softly in his sleep, unable to keep himself from letting a few tears drop down from his eyes. While helping Riku and Risa and Emiko to dress Daisuke's wounds, he saw the horrible scars on the little boy's body, and horrible they were. Some were random cuts and slashes, while others looked like someone had used to a knife to pierce the flesh and made some sort of design, enjoying the flowing of the blood while Daisuke cried in pain. Just the thought of it made Dark's blood boiled and he wished he had punched that hooligan about a hundred times more. There were also other scars: according to the doctor, Daisuke had been cut, skinned, whipped, slapped, scalded and raped a lot of times.
It was terrible, Emiko crying and blaming herself for not looking after Daisuke good enough and neglecting him to do all those tiresome rituals. Dark patted Daisuke's strawberry red hair and trailed away, unable to stop thinking about how he could have help him prevent all this, that maybe he could have pressed him for more answers, but now…
Ok, so I'm done, but somehow, I think this is like the worst chapter I had written so far. Anyway, please do review, 'cause I'm all out of ideas on how to get this story going…sigh…
Never mind! I still have the story: Don't you dare read this, Mrs. Dunphrey to write, so please do read it! (Well, later when I post up the first chapter anyway. )