Hey! another small chapter for this story! Hope you like. Please review!

Kittycho: Mmm...cute...

kikyobashing101: Well Dark will find sympathy for Dai...you'll find out

Rio Hime: The real angst is in the later chapters this is barely the beginning.

- glomps Yuugi -: haha..your first opinion of Dark was that he was harsh... the next "Bastard!" haha

TheFutureMrs.HaruSohma: Yeah i know, evil classmates. This chapter certainly isn't really 'sad' the real pain comes later on.

Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel ...sniff sniff

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Love you to death

By: Feilan87

Chapter three

A whole different me

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"Daisuke you can't dress like that." Emiko said smiling at Daisuke. He never seemed to choose anything tasteful, as if he was afraid of showing his forms. He always wore normal clothes. "I think I'd better call Towa-chan. She knows just what to with you."

"W-what! Mom, no! Remember last time you let her do something like that? I ended up looking like a slut! She tried to make me wear those tight leather pants!" Daisuke feared the grey haired woman; who seemed to have a fetish for hardcore looks.

"You worry too much, and those leather pants looked stunning on you, I can't believe you refused to wear them." Emiko said memories drifting back to a family party some years ago, he had only been thirteen back then so she had let him decide, but this time Towa-chan would have full control. (A/N: Towa-chan in control? I'm sure we all know what that means! O.o!!!)

She dialed the number, smiling widely. Since her son didn't come out much, she decided that for once he should feel special, in the good way of course.

"Ohayo, Towa-chan. Daisuke is all yours for tonight." Emiko said, holding the phone a half a meter from her ear as she heard a heart piercing squeal from the woman in the other end of the line.

She hung up the phone, ignoring Daisuke's look of terror. He knew he was in for it now.

"I think that was a clear yes, don't you think?" Emiko said. "I'll go shopping for some groceries, she will be here in about ten minutes…and don't get any good ideas, the alarms will go off if you leave the house."

Daisuke pouted, it looked like he didn't have any chance to escape this time. He knew how much his mother loved setting up traps for him.

It even took less than ten minutes for the grey haired woman to arrive.

"Dai-chan!" She screamed excitedly, hugging the small teen in her strong arms. "You've grown, ne?"

"A little I think." He had a nervous feeling about this woman's intensions. She stared at him for a moment before squealing again. "Kawaiiii!!!! So adorable!"

He blushed furiously; he wasn't used to comments like that.

"Let's begin!"

He flinched as she grabbed his shoulders.

"What's those marks on your shoulder?"

30 minutes later

"What did you do to my hair!?"

"Relax; we made a deal, ne? I could do whatever I wanted to and then I wouldn't tell your mother about those marks on your shoulders." The woman said warmly. "But I still don't understand why you won't tell me who did this to you. You're my little bishounen, and I'd beat up whoever dares to hurt you."

Daisuke couldn't help but smile a little. She somehow seemed to lighten up his mood a bit. She nuzzled his spiky locks, making it easier for him to relax. It felt nice to be nuzzled like that, something he wasn't used to. Normally he never had any physical contact with others. Maybe he could have a friendly hug from his Emiko now and then but it was a total different feeling when it was someone not related to.

"Your hair…and your skin is so soft, I envy you. I promise you, this color goes well with your pale skin. Besides you can easily wash it out tomorrow." She said cheerfully, trying ease up the sad boy but found it almost impossible.

He felt awkward, sitting there while she fixed his hair, desperately trying to get his spiky locks under control, which was almost impossible. She grabbed a scissor.

"Are you cutting my hair?" He asked nervously, he was happy with it the way it was.

"It's no big deal; I'm just making a variation in your lengths. It'll look cool; your hair is pretty long anyway, so I'll keep your length." She assured him, cutting it a little, to make the longer strands of hair stand out more. Daisuke who didn't have a mirror in front of him had no idea what she was doing to his hair, nor its once beautiful red color. "You better be careful tonight Dai-chan, or else you'll be molested for sure."

"But I don't want to." He whispered innocently, almost melting Towa-chan with his cuteness.

She had made the final touch as she began roaming his closet for more formal clothes, while Daisuke tried to sneak a peak of his new hairstyle, however Towa-chan was back soon enough to stop him.

"Uh uh! You'll have to wait, I'm not done yet. Well, let me put it this way, none of your clothes will work with this new look, but lucky you! I bought some for you, actually I would have waited for your birthday, this Tuesday, but I guess it'll have to be now." She said, grabbing her scissor again as she grabbed his shirt, cutting it from his stomach to his neck.

"No, it's new!"

"Not anymore." She said ripping it off his arms, revealing his milk pale skin, the only thing that wasn't pale about him was his cheeks, shining a brilliant red.

"Don't look at me!" He cried, trying to hide himself. "Don't…please, I know I'm ugly. Don't walk away like everyone else."

She had to resist the urge to hug the tearing boy, who feared other's view about him. He seemed to think he was ugly, even though he wasn't. This just made her wish to show the boy, how attractive he could be, even greater.

She grabbed his arms firmly yet gently, not to hurt him.

"Daisuke, relax, it's just me. I don't think you're ugly." She said, seeing the confusion in his big innocent ruby eyes.

"Did mom tell you to lie?" Daisuke asked silently, trembling. "She did, didn't she?"

"Come on, give me a chance. Here, take this on yourself, maybe then you'll feel more comfortable." She said, handing him a pile of clothes.

Daisuke was shivering slightly at the cold air in the room, touching his naked chest; willingly he grabbed the clothes not really looking what it was. He pulled off his normal pants pulling on Towa-chan's. They were sitting tight, almost like they were too small. The shirt, however was anything but tight, it was loose but in a good and comfortable way.

"It's too big, Towa-chan." He said pouting cutely, like a child who didn't get what he wanted.

"No, not at all, but I think those leather pant's are. I think I have a smaller size somewhere."

"No! They're good!" If this was too big for her, he feared what small might be! "Wait…leather?"

Daisuke looked down at himself, pitch-black leather pants sitting tight around his small waist, he suddenly felt very fat, as the leather hugged his body tightly, especially his ass. He explored the clothes, feeling the tightness; there was almost no room for him to move.

"Wait, I'm not done yet, you can look yourself in the mirror in a sec." She said, as she grabbed a small box opening it carefully. A small silver pendant, formed as a cross with a four little red stones in it. She put it around his neck, stepping back as she gave a happy sigh.

"You're really sexy with leather Dai-chan. It's simple but cute" She observed while following him to the giant mirror in the hallway.

The surface reflected a person, but it most certainly wasn't him. It couldn't be. It was like seeing a whole different person, he doubted that anyone would be able to recognize him if they say him looking like that.

The reflection in the mirror was of a young boy, around fifteen of age. He wore tight black leather pants, sculpting his legs nicely. The shirt shaped his upper body perfectly and was a deep red, or maybe like claret, when looking more closely.

The shirt only half buttoned sitting loosely, making him look like someone who'd just been ravished, and the hair that had been colored black while the roots was still a brilliant red, appeared tousled in a stylish way, not making the ravished look any lesser. His ruby eyes sparkling with shock under the wild strands of black. The little Cross pendant, glimpsing beautifully, emphasizing the exposed skin of his chest not covered by the claret shirt.

He'd been Towa-chanized! (A/N: Well Towa-chanized sounded kinda cool yet something to be feared, just the perfect description of what had happened to him.)

"What have you done…" He whispered still in a state of pure awe. He wasn't sure if it was good or bad. On the other hand he couldn't look more hideous than he already did, he thought to himself. "It's just a little exhibition, you didn't have to change that much."

"Oh, but it's not just that. You see, your painting is one out of ten possible winners for some prize. "She put a hand to her mouth. "Oh, shouldn't have said that. Well when your mom tells you this, please act surprised, 'kay?"

"But it wasn't really that good. There must really be some lack of competition this year since that happened." He said, trying to smile in the mirror, shocked to see the effect it caused. Even if it was a nervous smile, it somehow seemed to make him look like he was confident for once, even though it was false. The person in the mirror smiled calmly at him, showing an attitude he could never master.

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"Toshi, relax. I'm sure people will like your painting, it's beautiful like all your other works." Krad said, comfortingly as he patted the bluenette on the shoulder, Krad glanced at their third companion to put his share in.

"Get a grip." Was Dark's only words at he looked at the mass of people walking around to see the different works done by young artists.

He noticed an awful lot of people stopping as they reached the painting number 3 as it was called. Not that he was curious; he'd never really thought so much of art. The only art he was used to see was Satoshi's.

Okay, maybe he was a little curious. He sneaked closer pressing his way through the crowd of people, amethyst eyes gazed at the painting, hanging there on the wall.

It was truly beautiful; it was of one of those nights when the sky was clear and the stars shone brightly above showing in the water surface like a mirror, it was really skilfully painted, down to every little detail. A long bridge made of tree, making an overpass over the sea, mysteriously disappearing into unknown horizon.

It somehow reminded Dark of the passage between the living world and the death. It was one of those paintings that really made you wonder. It seemed to have a certain aura of loneliness to it, catching everyone's attention.

He looked to see if the artist of this painting was around, but it didn't seem like that. Just then someone made their way through the mass; it was reporters and critics yelling their questions at standing a few meters from him.

Dark turned to look. A small, but very noticeable boy had made his way through the crowd. He looked calm even though it most likely was a façade. The boy wore a claret shirt, fitting him perfectly, along with the black leather slacks, but what really craved peoples attention was those wild ruby eyes, sparkling like the rare stone they resembled, under strands of black. Pitch black hair shining a bright red at the roots, only to be more emphasized by the strong spot lights in the giant hall. His impossible long black eyelashes were enviable and kinda made him look like a girl yet it was undeniable a boy standing there before them all answering questions. His voice was soft and smooth and sounded like one you could just listen to for hour's straight, without growing tired of it. He was striking. He had such a charming smile.

The boy made his turn to leave the crowd, when Dark caught his arm. The boy turned around to meet Dark's amethyst eyes with his ruby ones. A look of identification passed the boy's pale face, but was soon replaced by a mask.

"Can I help you?" He asked calmly sounding clearly uninterested.

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