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: 2007

Chapter 3: T

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"I'm waiting, Ni-wa-kun," Argentine sing-songed, and the amused sound echoed in the suddenly cold classroom. Everybody was holding their breath and Saehara was massaging his throat, trying to get the blood running again, though his movements we're stiff, as if he was frozen with fear yet forced himself to move. "Who shall I kill first, Black wings?" Argentine continued, this time aiming his question to both of the males of his interest, Krad and Daisuke.

It was like a cloud or some sort of mist had settled over Daisuke. It seemed like each and every one of the intense emotions that had been occupaying his mind moments ago had just ran out. Everything seemed so clear, yet it felt like he was numb, because he knew that he should be having some sort of concealed emotions over this whole ordeal, but he just sort of felt, empty. Distractedly Daisuke noticed that Krad's right hand had begun to twitch. Daisuke had fought Krad often enough to know that it was a sign of his magic fading.

Daisuke's heart jumped painfully in his chest as Dark continued to push his magic, his soul and his entire being over Daisuke. It felt like he couldn't breath, and for one moment he was sure he was going to choke. His hand, clutching the edge of his desk like there was no tomorrow –when did I do that?- was shaking and he could see the digits lengthen, and he was too tired to be shocked now, so he just sort of stared at his fingers in daze.

The pain was excruciating, and the mist covering him seemed thicker, and all noise seemed to fade away, starting with the gentle humming of the school's air conditioning and moving then to cover over the slight click of Krad's fingernails twitching against the desk and his hand shook.

Dark started to push more, and suddenly he could breathe again, but it felt like he was breathing pins and needles in stead of the cold air of the classroom, his throat tingled and his tongue felt like sand-paper, and it was even a surprise to Daisuke himself when he felt his lips move and form words.

"Krad. You need to calm down and let Satoshi take control. You're going to pass out soon," Daisuke said, and golden eyes bore into his own, filled with rage that his weakness had been blurted to the classroom, but Daisuke's red eyes were steady, and he was half-aware that the voice he had spoken with was deeper than his own. Seeing his red bangs, the vibrant colour slightly darker than usual start to grow longer, he started to concentrate more on his inner magic, on pushing Dark back.

Krad and Daisuke were still holding their eye connection, and absently Daisuke wondered what kind of an artefact Argentine was. He was obviously different from Krad. Krad was smooth and gracious, yet his temper could snap and he could be reduced into a mere beast within seconds. Yet Argentine, who had killed his homeroom teacher, with his smiles and laughs seemed more human than the homicidal Krad or the steely Dark had ever been.

Wonder if this would be what black wings would have been, had not Dark and Krad been separated?

"Yes, Krad, and what a good name that is, considering that it's 'Dark' Backwards," Argentine mocked. "…Do calm down. Wouldn't want half of the team to faint away, would we?" The blonde artefact continued, before turning to Daisuke.

"And really, Niwa-kun, you should stop trying to hold Dark back," Argentine begun, and somehow Daisuke knew he wasn't going to like what was going to come out of the blondes mouth next. Almost done with pushing Dark's presence back, Dark backing away because he had grown hesitant and didn't want to hurt Daisuke anymore, Daisuke was happy to notice his hair was almost back to it's original length.

"…Seeing as it is actually his miserable excuse of an existence I'm curious about. I mean, trapped inside a family of no good idiots, only to get to take over their bodies when the host is feeling love, or attachment," Argentine sniped, like a viper poised to attack, his words seeping of unreleased poison, though Daisuke felt Dark's emotions darken and harden, and then the inhuman rage from the purple haired phantom thief was back, almost choking Daisuke, and the redhead was hard pressed not to gasp in agony.

It felt like his soul was thorn to pieces, because the rage and anger was surging inside him again, and he knew they weren't his emotions, but he really wanted nothing more than to pull back his fist and launch it on that teasing face, making those attractive features scream with pain and agony. Oh how he would love so see those luscious lips drawn tightly to the sides, covered in blood in a grimace of fear instead of that confident sneer that seemed impeded on the smooth face.

His entire being ached because he knew they weren't his emotions.

//Why that son of a bitch…// Dark was so angry that he was almost beyond swearing. Being trapped in the Niwa bloodline had always been bit of a sensitive spot to Dark, who had once been a graceful being of power enjoying life and screening through the skies freely. Being bound and reduced to being trapped in human teenagers wasn't a promotion exactly.

"And as far as pathetic humans go, the Niwa are probably the worst," Argentine continued, and Daisuke was clenching the desk in front of him in which Argentine was sitting on hard, afraid of what he would do if he were to look up. Probably just seeing the look on Argentines face would be enough to make him snap, because now Daisuke could feel his own anger rising.

//Insult me, smother me, kick me when I'm down…// Dark began muttering, his voice strong and unwavering and heavy, not unlike how Kosuke, Daisuke's father sounded when he was chanting over some artefact or other. //…But never, ever, thing you can insult the Niwa's//

Dark's magic lashed out like a wave, uncaring of the damage it would cause Daisuke's body. Like in slow-motion Daisuke was aware of his fingers and body lengthening and morphing into the lean strong muscles that was Dark. As if blown around by an unseen wind, while actually it was the residual magic that made it, Daisuke's hair flared around him, growing in length and turning purple from the roots to the tips.

And lastly, the redhead's crimson eyes turned dark and became purple instead, the smooth round pupils morphing into slightly slit, more feral ones. And in the same second that Daisuke had become Dark, the purple haired phantom pulled back his fist and slammed it as hard as he could against Argentine's face. The artefact showed no surprise, but it didn't stop his tanned body from flying across the class room, almost hitting some of the heads of the pupils on the way, and slumping into the crater the intact had made upon the classroom wall.

The air was filled with screams in seconds.

"Whoa!"

"Dark!"

"What the fuck!?"

"Holy shit!"

"You're Dark!?"

The various yells that echoed in the classroom were inevitable, Daisuke had known the moment Dark transformed into him, but they still took him off guard. Fist still stretched out, left in the position it had collided with Argentine's face, Daisuke fought for control. Dark raised his head so that his bright purple eyes could be seen. A cloud of dust spread from the front of the classroom and started spreading towards the rest of the classroom, making some of the students cough.

"Control yourself, Dark." Krad's mocking voice added and Dark threw him a warning look and was pleased to see that under the teasing cover Krad was just as serious about this as he was. Argentine stalked from the cloud of dust, kicking some of the debris out of his way, his clothes slightly scrambled but free of any dust.

"Not what I asked for, Black wings, though I suppose it's good to have you with us. Can't have that sweet wingtamer of yours getting in the way, neh?" Argentine was wearing that fake smile of his again, and the noise in the classroom died again into a soft background voice filled with soft whispers and gentle coughs as the dust started to settle down.

Dark let the fist fall down, but kept the movement slow, deliberate. Because if there was one thing Dark was natural in, it was performing, acting like he was just in control of the situation as Argentine was. Feeling everybody hanging from their words, Dark moistened his lips, before lowering his eyebrows in a sensual glare, if such a feat was possible. Getting more energy from the absolute feelings he had on the subject, Dark roughly pushed Daisuke's being back to the recesses of their mind, and hissed from between his teeth:

/Dark…/ Daisuke stilled for a moment inside the back of their mind, making Dark almost breathe in relief, because forced control actually was quite painful, especially after Daisuke learned how to push back.

"Don't ever dare talk about Daisuke like that," the phantom thief felt Saehara jump in his seat, showing surprise at the point-of-view change.

This… person, before the brunette was referring to himself as Dark, and Daisuke as… Daisuke? Was Daisuke suffering from multiple personalities disorder? But that still didn't explain the exchange. His whole body transformed and the colour of his eyes and hair changed. Saehara had always thought that something in Daisuke had been a bit off, after all he did have red eyes and that wasn't exactly natural. More often than not people assumed the redhead wore contacts, but Daisuke wasn't shallow like that at all. This change, or whatever it was, wasn't natural.

"You mention him again with anything but respect on your tongue, and you'll find yourself choking in your own intestines." Dark threatened, and for a split second Argentine's resolve wavered. Then the fake smile was on again, and the blonde artefact walked leisurely towards Krad.

/Dark... please… stop it. / Daisuke pleaded, more than slightly horrified at the blood-lust Dark seemed to be radiating. Almost afraid now, Daisuke started fighting for control once again.

"Well, yes, I must admit I would not be as caught off guard by that threat had it been made by anyone but you, Dark-senpai, but seeing as I've actually had the pleasure to witness you skinning one bastard before choking him with his own hair… well, looks like we won't need to have a competition in brutality after all," Argentine mused. "You two absolutely win. Such beautiful bodies you've mangled. Alas, that is your true beauty." Argentine hummed, before poking the still tense Krad's forehead. Krad jumped in his seat is if hit by a bolt of lightning, and transformed back to Satoshi who was breathing heavily and looking exhausted.

"It is your imperfections that make you so perfect. So human." Argentine laughed hollowly while Satoshi fought to get a hold of his erratic breathing all the while wondering why he had suddenly transformed. He was more than aware that Krad hadn't allowed the change; it had been forced on him. Blue eyes slightly wide, Satoshi looked up at Argentine whom was standing right in front of his desk.

Meanwhile, Dark had sat down back into his seat seeing as fighting Daisuke for control and standing at the same time was unbelievably hard feat for the moment. Shifting awkwardly on his chair, Dark let out a long litany of curses in his mind. The tighter than normal school pants that Daisuke had chosen to wear for the day because of his devilish plan to seduce creepy-boy hugged Daisuke's ass nicely, but felt more than unnatural on him.

And they were tight in other places as well. So much in fact, that one instant when Daisuke was pushing extremely hard for control, Dark let him, and the tingling sense of the transformation washed over them in such a short span of time that it almost made Daisuke faint once he was in control of his body once again.

"You were looking a bit exhausted, and we can't let you completely loose your thinking capabilities, so well just have to keep you in control then, Satoshi Hikari-kun," Argentine smiled at the blue-haired boy, before turning to the newly transformed red-head in disappointment. Argentine pouted.

"Aww, and now you went and changed back as well. You're no fun," the blonde artefact whined, before flipping his hair from his eyes. "But it can't be helped I supposed. We seem to get sidetracked a lot, don't we, Hikari-kun, Niwa-kun? Now, which one of you is going to tell me what I want know? My creator said humans are bound down by these silly things called bonds and emotional attachment. I am not above threatening, as you have seen, so start talking."

It was quite strange actually, the way Argentine looked at them; like a mother frowning at her five year old child whom had been caught with other hand in the cookie jar and chocolate smears all over his or her cheeks.

//He is starting to freak me out…// Dark began, eerily speaking with a foreboding voice and Daisuke resisted the urge to roll his eyes. The phantom thief sure recovered fast and seemed to be already backing to his drawn-back attitude of just observing the situation while making snide remarks of everything and everybody around Daisuke.

Daisuke looked helplessly at Satoshi who was still looking a bit under the weather though he seemed to be recovering miraculously and the light colour that normally accented the pale face was returning. Satoshi looked only slightly off balance, but knowing his stoic friend's facial expressions well, Daisuke could conduct that he was just as lost as the red-head.

"What is the information you are wishing to attain?" Daisuke whirled around to look startled at Saehara, and guessing from the surprised looks of both Argentine and Satoshi, both light-haired boys had forgotten that there was anybody in the room besides the three of them as well.

"Silence, human," Argentine glared. "What I wish to know is none of your business." And this time it was Saehara who was looking enraged. Daisuke felt a bit proud, looking at the brunettes flushed complexion. It was nice knowing that Saehara had a real backbone. Not that he wasn't always brash and loud and violent, but it was nice to see when Saehara stood his ground, especially if he did so for Daisuke. When they had been smaller Daisuke had always been teased because of his slightly shorter length and his slightly girlish laugh, not to mention his huge red eyes and his long red hair that had hung to his shoulders until he'd one evening after an unusually awful round of bullying almost cut his ears in his hurry to cut away the long locks of hair.

His mother had allowed him to have shorter hair after that.

"Actually, it's a lot of my business, seeing as you've not only threatened mine and my classmates' lives, but you suddenly seem to take a strange interest in Daisuke, and that makes it my business." Saehara said dangerously, and Daisuke felt his heart swell with incredible happiness. Sekimoto, sitting on the right side of Saehara, and whom had the advantage of having Saehara almost exactly between himself and Argentine, and turned to hiss at Saehara.

"Don't piss him off, he almost choked you! And how do you know that's even Daisuke, with all the changing he seems to be doing!" The blonde didn't mean it really, Daisuke was sure, but the fact that his other best friend just pushed off his existence like that hurt, and he felt vary all of the sudden.

"Of course he's Niwa-kun, don't be stupid!" Riku snapped from somewhere in the front of the classroom, and Satoshi had to send several warning looks to other people whom had opened their mouths to speak, lest they not forget what kind of a situation they were actually in.

"You'd do well to listen to me, human," Argentine hissed, and had the irritation felt real, he would have put Krad in a snappish mood to shame, but there was still that inhuman emotionlessness behind the enraged face. "My creator has been more than compliant with informing me not only of the normal behavioural panic patterns of humans, but also the fastest way to make them break. I could kill you without even moving a muscle," Argentine threatened, but Saehara seemed to have gotten a hold of himself since he'd been strangled, because he just stared defiantly back at the artefact. "Or, seeing as you are a frail human, I should take advantage of this bond you have with the people around you and kill somebody next to you. The loud boy next to you perhaps?" Argentine suggested, and Saehara's resolve rippled, and Sekimoto occupied himself with looking as invisible as possible.

Of course in the plain open of the classroom that didn't work well, but at least he tried.

Argentine tilted his head to the left, as if curious. "And I find it strange that you feel obligated to come to the wingtamer's defence. Perhaps your involvement with him goes beyond the border of friend and a lover?" Saehara looked about ready to jump from his chair and strange Argentine, but thankfully Satoshi intervened.

"Argentine. Seeing as you have no personal experience about feelings what-so-ever, you should take notice that this is a bond like the ones you talked about before. And as such, the comprehension of such things is way over you capacity or capability to function." The blue-haired boy interjected coolly.

"True, true." Argentine admitted. "Perhaps you'd be so nice then, wingtamer-san, to indulge me with the information I seek, and I'll leave you to resolve these bonds as you wish?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to ask me then, as I have no intention of releasing information you do not wish to gain. You actually telling what you want to know would be most sufficient." Satoshi ran the tip of a pale finger along the cuff of his shirt before taking off his classes and polishing them, letting the pale blue spikes of matted hair fall limply in front of his eyes.

"Indeed. I've found my self for a long time intrigued by you use, black wings," Argentine began, and all the light from the classroom faded away and everything gained a sort of purple tint to it. Daisuke had to blink to be sure he wasn't imagining it. And when he said 'black wings' the artefact's voice gained a creepy edge to it.

"At first I disregarded you as a failed experiment, which is actually probably what you are, but then I found myself intrigued by your skill to simply survive. My question is Black wings-dono-"It took Daisuke a moment to figure out whom the artefact was assessing, seeing as the switch in suffixes was quite confusing. "- is how you came to be from the beginning?" Argentine ended the sentence with a little more than just a bit of drama, and everybody in the classroom held their breath.

Daisuke's breath caught in his throat at the unexpected question. The mere implication that he may finally hear the secret of how Dark came to reside in their bloodline… Well, Daisuke had always been a curious child, and one of the questions that had bothered him the longest was the question that Argentine now had voiced. Nevertheless, Daisuke didn't know, and neither did Satoshi.

"Dunno."

"I'm afraid that is not a piece of knowledge I possess."

Argentine looked at them incredulously, before flushing slightly. It looked a bit strange on the dark skinned artefact. "Stop playing stupid! I couldn't care less what you know and don't know, ask your wings!"

Satoshi and Daisuke both gained a slight far-away look to their eyes, the only sign that they were discussing with their other halves.

"Krad has no memory of his creation."

"Dark doesn't know and doesn't seem to care."

Argentine's left eyebrow ticked, and with a startle one very afraid girl was ripped out of her seat and pulled towards Argentine's chest in one strong, smooth movement that was sure to leave bruises. The girl shrieked in pain and terror.

/Dark…/

The artefact stared at them dispassionately. "I've been told humans work better under pressure. Now, tell me, how was the black wings created, or more importantly, how was it broken?" the strangely calm voice boomed in the silent classroom. Satoshi and Daisuke traded looks before Satoshi tossed his mobile phone at Daisuke who caught it in mid-air with the honed thieving skills that he had been trained in since forever.

//I know, but I really don't know that much. You should probably ask somebody else.//

"What are you doing?" Risa was the one of the twins voice their mutual thoughts this time, judging from the curious faces they were both sporting. Looking upwards, slightly in thought, Daisuke answered.

"I'm calling dad."

Saehara's surprised exclamation voiced the question in everybody's minds, seeing as they had always just heard that Daisuke lived with his mother and grand-father.

"You have a dad?"

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A/N: Here's a delayed Chapter 3 for you, and god knows it's late, seeing as the whole fic was supposed to have been done before Christmas, but, oh well. Personally, this feels like the worst chapter yet, but it was just something that needed to be written, but I ended up feeling rotten over it. My muse just wasn't singing to me.

Anyway, hope you at least somewhat enjoyed it, and please drop in a review

-Dark