- glomps Yuugi -: Dark is a little dense in this fic, but that's the fun part, seeing how he falls for the same person he's torturing. But it won't be as fun in the end, actually rather sad.

dnangel648: I never said there was anything wrong with my stories, i guess that depends on who you are and what you like to read:D Wee loyal reader!

WingArashi: Wee! New reader!

Rio Hime: Actually I draw and paint...a lot. I'm an artist, but i keep that to myself.

TheFutureMrs.HaruSohma: Hehe, Yes he needs to learn that he's attractice too, ne?

Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel

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Love you to death

By: Feilan87

Chapter four

If only you knew

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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.

He looked up at his tormentor Dark, a purple haired boy, at least more than a head higher than Daisuke himself. He had this strange look on his face, which made Daisuke even more nervous. Had he recognized him? If he knew who he was, he wouldn't look at him like that. Dark probably didn't have a clue of who he was talking to.

"Have we met before?" Dark asked bluntly smiling cheerfully at him; never letting go of is arm.

Daisuke thought for a moment about telling Dark exactly who he was, but why the hell would he do that if this meant he would leave him alone as long as he looked like this? Or maybe he was wrong coz that was exactly what Dark didn't do. Daisuke was confused. He only knew the Dark who loved to pull a prank on him, now and then, during his days in school, but this was a completely different Dark. A Dark who actually seemed to be was interested in him in the good way.

He looked out of the corner of his eye, seeing his mother wave at him. So she did come?

"I don't think we have." Daisuke said politely, while in his head he just wanted to tell the guy to go to hell and leave him the fuck alone. "Now if you would excuse me."

Dark was taken aback, but recovered fast as he felt the arm being pulled out of his grasp. The boy walked away and when Dark tried to follow him, he was overruled by the horde of people and critics, who also starved for the younger boy's attention, but the cute little artist seemed to care for neither of them as he hugged someone, a brown haired woman in her thirties, probably his mother, Dark thought to himself. Oh shit! I forgot to ask his name.

Someone grabbed his arm. Dark didn't turn to see who it was, he just mumbled. "Krad." Not able to take his eyes off the younger beauty who seemed to be totally out of his league. Would he ever get the chance to meet him again?

"Dark, there's lots of girls outside too, let's go, I want to leave, too many people for my liking." Krad said practically dragging Dark with him, away from the little artist he somehow felt bounded with not knowing why.

"Wait! You go; I'll be out in a minute just let me..." Dark said trying to free himself from the blonde's grasp, but to no avail. "Kraaad, don't do this to me!"

"C'mon Dark, please refrain from making a scene it's just a girl. No girl is worth it." Krad said pushing Dark out in the hallway to the entrance.

Daisuke looked at the people in the crowd, but he couldn't see his tormentor anywhere. At least he was safe for now. Boy how wrong he was!

"Hello, do I know you? You seem strangely familiar."

Daisuke turned around, meeting icy blue eyes staring straight at him, penetrating his ruby ones. There stood Satoshi Hiwatari, in his white suit, looking stoic.

"No. Aren't you one of the other artists?" Daisuke asked, trying to avoid Satoshi's eyes, getting the feeling that this boy could read him as an open book.

"Oh sorry then, I thought you were someone I knew. Yes I'm an artist too nice to meet you?" Satoshi said, waiting for the other to introduce himself.

But Daisuke never really got to introduce himself, luckily for him actually, since he didn't want Satoshi to know who he was either seeing as Satoshi would probably recognize him by the name immediately. He was dragged away by his mother, smiling apologetically at Satoshi whose eyes narrowed in suspicion.

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The water was soaking his black hair, as he stood in the shower trying to get the colour out of his hair. The bruises on his shoulders had fainted, but were still visible to the eye. He grabbed the rinse his hair for shampoo, running his slender artist fingers through his wet locks, to get them out of his eyes.

He sighed, biting his button lip in his frustration, as the hot water caresses his body, as a relaxing touch on his tense body.

Why? Why did they have to turn up everywhere he was? Wasn't it enough with them bothering him in school? At least they hadn't recognized him.

He remembered how different Dark had seemed, like a whole other person. He didn't hate Dark, he couldn't, he kept telling himself that there had to be a reason to Dark's behaviour, but was that an excuse for hurting him?

The Dark he knew was the one stealing his clothing during athletics' so he would have to walk home in his sweaty sports wear, just to find his locker broken up the next morning with his clothes in.

The Dark who caused him to cry his heart out when no one was looking, the Dark who made his miserable life even harder than it already was, the Dark who would laugh at his clumsiness and depression.

Even though it was Dark doing these things to him it didn't help having Krad cheering at Dark in the background or Satoshi doing nothing but giving Daisuke his look of pity.

Daisuke felt his tears mix with the warm water still rinsing his body, he could stand like this for hours, just thinking, crying or tell himself how weak he was under the shower where no one could disturb him. He was truly pitiful.

He looked at his latest bruise, which happened to be at his waistline, making it hurt whenever he wore jeans sitting too tight. Dark had accidentally (A/N: Accidentally my ass! Dark did that on purpose.) Run into him in school three days ago. His immune system was weak, which made all his bruises and wounds last for weeks, before disappearing. He was a slow healer; the physical damage just seemed to get worse.

He still couldn't understand his luck that Emiko hadn't already noticed. But tonight he'd seen a different Dark. A Dark who thought he was someone else. A Dark who didn't know how weak and frail he really was.

"Dark."

The name of his tormentor seeped from his slightly bruised lips. He wasn't aware of how hard he'd been biting his button lip, but it was sure hard enough to bruise it.

He turned off the water as he stepped out dripping wet, the reflection in the mirror still not looking quite like him. The black colour was still there. It seemed as he could have to hide his hair tomorrow with a hat or something. He grabbed the towel placed by the sink. One couldn't see that his hair had been cut, it was almost nothing.

He promised himself that he would find out the reason for Dark's actions, since he wanted to see the good in everyone.

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"Dark."

Thoughts wandering to the mysterious artist boy who'd surprised him by his apathetic attitude towards him. He ignored his surroundings completely.

"Dark!"

He'd probably never see him again. Stupid Krad. He sighed, his mind only diving deeper into his thoughts. He felt someone shaking his shoulder. "Hmm?"

"Dark, what the hell is with you today? Are you sick? You have just been sitting like that staring into the air, like a zombie for the last two sessions." Satoshi noted, looking intently at his friend.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." Dark excused himself, as he continued daydreaming of the only person he couldn't have. He didn't know when it had become an obsession, but now he was pretty sure that he was infatuated.

"Is it so boring when that Niwa brat isn't around to entertain you?" Krad asked, patting his friend on the shoulder.

"W-what? What do mean? Isn't he at school?" Dark asked suddenly drawn outta his thoughts.

"No, haven't you noticed yet? He's sitting right next to you and yet you fail to notice he's missing. God you are denser than I first thought." Krad grinned. "Maybe he's sick."

Dark thought about the redhead he had humiliated countless of times, during a few weeks. His eyes fell on the empty seat next to him.

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