Argentine unlimited

Author: YumiAngel

Pairings: Daisuke/Riku, Dark/Risa, perhaps a slight Satoshi/Daisuke.

Rating: T

Fandom: D N Angel

Main Characters: Daisuke, Argentine, Satoshi, Dark, Risa and Riku.

Summary: Daisuke's blood is running through his veins, exited to solve one of the mysteries that has occupied his mind for so long. He does not expect to run into his home classroom only to find that a certain something is holding his class hostage. Unable to do anything that may expose his secret, Daisuke enters a game of much-meaning looks and half-hidden comments that meaning something so all daily on the surface mean so much more underneath. And then there is the question that has burned Daisuke's mind since Dark first awakened in him. How stupid are his friends really? And for how much longer will they swallow up Daisuke's guilty lies?

Chapters: 6

Project scheduled to be finished in: 2006

Chapter 2: E

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Daisuke wasn't sure what to feel. He'd supposed that thinking intelligently he should have been shocked or surprised. Or maybe he should have screamed or just generally made some sound. But all he was capable of really doing was sitting in his desk as if nothing was wrong, his gaze locked on the slim figure slouching comfortably on the teacher's desk.

/Argentine/ Daisuke dumbly questioned inside his head, unknowingly asking for some sort of answer from the phantom thief he shared his mind with. Surprisingly, Dark answered, his voice now deadly serious, and dare Daisuke say at least a bit tinted with rage and this strange eagerness Daisuke couldn't quite describe.

//Daisuke. I want you to listen to me, carefully. Can you do that// Dark asked, as if expecting Daisuke be in some sort of shock. To the purple haired youth's surprise, Daisuke response was immediate and calm, even though some anger was starting to tingle on their shared body.

/Yes. I can do that. /

Satoshi was looking at Argentine now as well, his blue eyes sharp and cold, not giving any indication that he had been faced by what Argentine had called him and Daisuke. Black wings.

//I know this particular artefact. I've had the pleasure to run into him before. He is an abandoned, punished Hikari artwork, and he will not hesitate to kill nor maim. He is… He was, once upon a time impressed by some of my work, and some sort of fucked up respect to me was gained. He has, for quite some time dreamed about getting his own wings, moulding himself and his consciousness into two, like I and Krad are split apart.//

Risa was about to speak, her pink lips opening to question Daisuke and the strange person that had killed her teacher. And while Risa's cheeks were still covered by tears and she was shaking with fear, she had always had some of that Harada temperament.

Argentine, seemingly knowing what Risa was going to ask, raised his hand, and simple movement cutting the girl off. Argentine shock Risa an amused look, appearing to ignore Daisuke for the moment.

/Why would he ever want to do something like that/ Daisuke asked a bit shocked by this information. As far as he had seen, Krad's and Dark's presence had always been a bit tragic and painful, and he couldn't in his wildest dreams imagine somebody to want to do such to himself. /Why would he want to split himself in two/

Risa flinched under the intense look, but did not dare to look away, her eyes caught on the slit pupils that looked frighteningly inhuman.

//I suppose he was lonely. Is lonely. Spending some time as an artefact of his power would make anyone angry. But, the thing is, Argentine, as a whole, is more powerful that me and Krad together.//

/WHAT!?/

"Quite done talking to your 'Other half', black wings?" Argentine gently asked from the front of the classroom, his gaze now again on Daisuke, calculating his every move.

Argument with Dark for the moment forgotten, Daisuke swallowed. /God…it feels so intense. Like he can see right through me. / Daisuke breath hitched in his throat. Saehara, clenching the arms of his chair so hard it must have been painful, was looking at Daisuke like he had never seen the redhead before.

//Looks like somebody is finally getting a clue. // Dark mused, and Daisuke forced his hands to lie flat on his desk so as to keep their shaking unseen. Dark's emotions were starting to flow over him, melting into his and he no longer was sure where his feelings began and Dark's ended.

There was rage, hot, seeping, endlessly swirling power that made his skin shiver and his eyes clear with a clarity he had never experienced before. It was like all he could see was Argentine, the silky blonde hair and the animalistic eyes staring at him, emotionless once again.

There was slight amusement over the whole ordeal, a sort of hysterical edge to it that made him want to laugh though he was sure that the noise that would have left his mouth would have resembled a homicidal cackle.

And there was lust, the extremely sexual kind. It was strange how the heat spread all over him and his nipples hardened under his top when he imagined of all the ways to spoil that dark skin an make Argentine's body the canvas for the art of his life.

/I'm not a really sexual person…/ Daisuke thought for himself.

//Yeah, right, Mr. I-planned-to-seduce-creepy-boy// Dark remarked.

/…nor do I get aroused by blood, so I suppose that makes these Dark's feelings…/ Daisuke let his gaze drop onto his hands, as if making sure that he was still in fact in his body. He didn't usually feel quite this aware in his own body, but he did in Dark's. Not that he had the luxury to play with the phantoms thief's body often.

//Aww, I'm so proud, Dai-chan, I've made you all perverted// Dark exclaimed, and the redhead could see the smirk on those luscious lips.

/Not the time for this, Dark/ Daisuke hissed inside their conscious and Dark sobered slightly and the rush of emotions over Daisuke calmed down a bit.

//Oh, right, he asked us a question, right// Daisuke didn't answer but chose to look up at Argentine instead, all signs of false innocence or confusion gone. His face was serious, his eyes dark and gleaming with dangerous playfulness.

Argentine, whom had taken advantage of Daisuke's momentary silence, had perched on the top of the redhead's desk, moving so fast that his movement had been concealed to all but one: Satoshi. Sitting on his heels and looking down on him, Argentine looked feral, and sensuous, and Daisuke was momentarily irritated by that. He didn't feel particularly attracted to the same sex and it caused some annoyance for him to feeling all these emotions for dark.

There was a need to chase Argentine down and destroy that beauty and perfection, make him a flawed piece of art like the rest of the Hikari artwork that overwhelmed Daisuke.

//It's my thing. I steal and I hunt.// Dark half-whispered some slight awe slipping into his voice as the two teenagers sharing a body stared at the artwork before them.

Daisuke ignored Dark. He could talk with the phantom thief later, and it was a matter of greater importance to deal with the person who'd just taken his whole class hostage and killed his teacher.

Daisuke felt the edge of his mouth curving slight, the slight smile slipping onto his face though he tried to stop it. It must have seemed strange, for his classmates to see him smiling of all things in a critical moment like this.

"Maybe." There was a heavy drawl to Daisuke's voice he didn't even know he could accomplish.

//Oh my god are we flirting with him// There was a shocked horror edged deep into the thief's voice.

Argentine's eyes opened in surprise before actually becoming almost kind. The artwork smiled back at Daisuke and ran the tip of his forefinger along Daisuke's well formed jaw. The finger was soft and made Daisuke shiver against his will. Stupid body, Daisuke cursed.

The delight sparkling in Argentine's eyes was definitely starting to creep Daisuke out.

"Oh, we can definitely work with you." Argentine leered, his voice echoing in the silent classroom. Risa couldn't hold her tongue anymore, and blurted out what she had been dying to say for several moments.

"What is going on? Who are you!? You—you monster! How could you do that to our teacher?" Risa wailed, tears starting to fall down her cheeks again. As if encouraged by the outrage in Risa's voice, some of the girl's shifted awkwardly around and the guys shifted in their chairs. "And what are you talking about black wings!? What does Niwa-kun have to do with this?"

Argentine snorted, and on the corned of his eye Daisuke could see Saehara throw a sullen look at the board in front of the classroom, deep in thought.

"Well, technically, Niwa-kun has nothing to do with this." Argentine answer and Risa frowned in confusion. One girl burst to tears in front of the classroom, her eyes fixed on the visage of their dead teacher.

"Silence!" Argentine barked, and there was power in his voice. The kind that made the girl to slap a hand over her mouth as she sobbed, afraid what Argentine would do to her if she would not silence herself.

"You want something. What is it?" Satoshi asked from his seat by the window, the morning sun making his light blue hair shine and his eyeglasses catch the light, making them gleaming surfaces that completely covered his eyes. Daisuke suspected that Krad was in control now and the classes were actually concealing the harsh gold eyes.

"I want many things, black wings." Argentine laughed, a soft feminine sound that sounded like the gentle chiming of bells and that made Daisuke feel all fuzzy inside.

/Goddammit, Dark! Can you stop lusting after him!!!/ Daisuke snapped. As if hearing the exchange Argentine looked at Daisuke again, and leaned closer.

"Now, if you don't mind, would you leave the control to you counterpart. I have no interest in talking to the medium, after all." Daisuke stared back at Argentine sharply. He felt a sudden rush of emotion to protect Dark, because under all of Dark's bravado he could feel some fear. And as long as he was the one in control of the body he could control Dark more. He was fairly confident that were he to leave control to Dark the purple haired boy would either ravish Argentine or carve small strands of flesh out of him.

"I'm quite comfortable as I am thank you." Daisuke answered politely. Perhaps Argentine wasn't too enraged by the elusive answer. The dark skinned attractive artwork certainly didn't seem to be in a hurry anywhere.

"As you wish then, Niwa-kun," Argentine smiled, s mechanical movement of certain face muscles with no emotion whatsoever behind it.

"Argentine," The voice was low and dangerous; almost a growl and Argentine turn to stare at Krad, who was controlling Satoshi's body. "You didn't answer my question." Krad warned. Argentine tilted his head to the side and pouted.

"My my, how unattractive we're being today." Argentine stated before jumping up from Daisuke's desk. Flipping smoothly in the art, the Hikari artwork was standing on Risa's desk. Argentine sat down on his toes, leaning to touch Risas' chin much in the some way he had just minutes away touched Daisuke's.

"You know, I'm in a restless mood today. How about we play a game, black wings?" Argentine hummed. Risa, disgusted by the contact, pulled her head away and scrambled off her chair, hurrying to sit on the floor beside her sister instead, who was sitting a bit behind her old seat. Argentine raised an eyebrow.

"I did not give you a permission to move." Argentine hissed, and then ducked with the speed of light as a pair of scissors flew through the air and impeded in the drawing board behind him. Startled, the dark skinned artwork turned to glare at Krad, who was now standing up from his chair, his eyes no longer hidden by the glasses but shining now in all their golden glory.

"And I didn't ask you for an answer, I demanded, Artwork." Krad spat, his control on Satoshi's body getting firmer and firmer, making the short blue hair grow long and turn blonde in front of their eyes. Gasp's spread around the classroom as everybody took in Satoshi's new appearance.

"Ah, finally, the other half of the black wings." Argentine nodded, pleased. "You have always been somewhat easy to lure, haven't you, Krad? Such temper…." Argentine sighed dreamily. "Oh, well, it looks like it's time to stop playing around." Argentine jumped off Risa's desk and started to stalk upon the aisle between two rows of benches.

Argentine reached to the side with his hand, his expression firmly showing 'bored' while he slipped his fingers around Saehara's throat and began to squeeze slowly, making the boy choke. The brunette tried to pry the fingers away from his throat, but to no avail. Argentine simply was stronger.

"Though, then again…" Argentine mused, before looking Daisuke up and down. "Let's play a game, shall we, black wings?" Argentine smiled, and then dropped Saehara without waiting for an answer. Saehara fell down to his seat, gasping and fighting passing out.

"I'm waiting for an answer, Argentine," Krad hissed, crossing his arms over his chest in an expression of nonchalance and boredom, though his clenched jaw and voice betrayed his true emotions. Krad didn't care one bit about the humans in the room of course, but Krad wasn't stupid either, and he knew that Argentine was more powerful than he and Dark combined.

//Let me out Daisuke// Dark commanded inside their conscious. The purple-haired thief didn't like one bit about where this was all heading.

/No. I'm not letting you out. I don't trust you right now. / Daisuke responded, clenching his fists to the side so hard he almost broke the skin.

This is dangerous.

//You don't trust me// Dark demanded angry, and Daisuke felt the purple haired boys soul start to push his own out of the way. His eyes watered, because damn, he didn't remember it was this painful. The pain rivalled the pain he'd felt when he changed first time into Dark. Pushing back the tears and the urge to choke, Daisuke pushed harshly back.

This was his body and he was not going to let Dark take control and ruin everything, not now, not in a delicate situation as this. Dark couldn't control himself or his emotions, and they just couldn't afford to mess up right now.

/You would do something we would regret/ the redhead began before reconsidering. /You would do something I would regret. /

"All in due time, my dear Krad," Argentine was speaking again, his voice oozing of sex and amusement and rage and every emotion between. Startled, Daisuke frowned at himself.

Yeah, strange how some of the artworks have emotions but they still aren't considered human.

//LET ME OUT DAISUKE// Dark was pounding with his fists against the imaginary barrier Daisuke had put up between their minds. It hurt, but it was like a huge headache, a pain which he could push away from his foremost thoughts.

Krad snarled in rage and made to move towards Argentine. The slit eyes flashed in a warning, and Argentine's mouth opened slightly to reveal smooth porcelain teeth. Daisuke had kind of expected fangs, from the feral way Argentine was acting.

"The rules of the game," Argentine began, and his voice was dangerous now, like poison snakes sneaking around a thorn-bush. "Are following;" Argentine hissed, and motioned Krad to sit down. The taller blonde did so; all the while snarling in anger at the situation he suddenly wasn't in control of anymore.

Silence settled over the class, everybody holding their breath.

"I ask you questions," Argentine's face was expressionless, calm now, and this was the face that scared Daisuke the most. Now the artefact seemed far more human he had while smirking.

"And for every time you answer wrong," The artefact jumped onto Daisuke's desk again, flinging his heavy boots back and forth over the edge. Daisuke's eyes locked with Argentine's, and time, itself, seemed to slow down.

Dark sizzled with rage, and Daisuke flinched as the phantom thief once again attacked the barrier separating them. The thief was yelling, of obscene things Daisuke didn't hear. It was rather like feeling a mute film. He could feel Dark pounding and screaming, yet no coherent words entered his understanding.

LetmeoutsoIcantearhimtoshreadsletmeoutsoIcankillhimandhecanpayfordaringtoevertrytoforceUStodoanythingagainstOURwillandI'mthedarksideandI'llmakehimwishhenevereverheardoftheblackwings

/Please/ Daisuke pleaded, and he felt like he was five year old and pleading his mom stop training (abusing), hitting (training) and kicking (training) him. /Stop, it hurts. // the redhead pleaded, and for a moment Dark halted. Then Argentine spoke again.

"I. Kill. One. Human. Slo-wly." Argentine said, coldly, slowly, making sure that everybody heard him. The artefact was literally drinking in the shock and horror that spread across the classroom when everybody registered what he had said.

LetmeoutsoIcantearhimtoshreadsletmeoutsoIcankillhimandhecanpayfordaringtoevertrytoforceUStodoanythingagainstOURwillandI'mthedarksideandI'llmakehimwishhenevereverheardoftheblackwings

And then Dark was pounding against the barrier again, with more force than before, and Daisuke's eyes were open in both horror and pain, because Dark was hurting him and he would answer all of Argentine's questions now because he didn't want to kill anybody and judging by the gleam in the blonde's eyes, he knew it.

LetmeoutsoIcantearhimtoshreadsletmeoutsoIcankillhimandhecanpayfordaringtoevertrytoforceUStodoanythingagainstOURwillandI'mthedarksideandI'llmakehimwishhenevereverheardoftheblackwings

"So tell me, Niwa-kun, how is it that Dark came to reside in the Niwa bloodline?" The thief ran a finger along his face, from his forehead to his jaw, and Daisuke froze with terror. Every gaze in the classroom was now directed at him, each pair of eyes locked on his face, which showed deep resignation.

And Dark continued to scream.

LetmeoutsoIcantearhimtoshreadsletmeoutsoIcankillhimandhecanpayfordaringtoevertrytoforceUStodoanythingagainstOURwillandI'mthedarksideandI'llmakehimwishhenevereverheardoftheblackwings

Daisuke swallowed.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that question." And the horror on Saehara's face was enough to make him flinch.

Argentine looked pleasantly surprised though.

"Well, in that case, who in this classroom do you like the least? I think I'll save your 'precious persons' for later. More of an effect then, the questioning has." How the grazed artefact could look so innocent and childlike when saying something so grave was beyond his understanding.

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A/N: So, here chapter E. Sorry it's a bit late, and I wasn't really happy with how it turned out, but it just felt like I had to post something, you know?

-Dark

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