Hellooo! Here's another short chap, or actually it's not that short, it's over 2000 words!

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Love you to death

By: Feilan87

Chapter five

Love me

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Deadly kisses.

Soft kisses, like cascades on his frail virgin skin.

The dark silhouette moving, biting and stroking his trembling form in the dim light of the room.

His sensual movements, enticing and entrancing to the eyes as soft murmurs are filling the air around.

Drawn to him by his unbreakable spirit, his innocence, and the will to live despite his deteriorating health. Yearning moans escaping those intoxicating red swollen lips, while blood burning in their bodies.

Blunt human fangs digging into that delicate neck, drawing blood from his pure, untainted body.

Tears gathering in the corners of his devastatingly beautiful ruby eyes filled with fear yet passion.

Dark amethysts glimpsing brilliantly in the shadows. Endless betraying eyes, glowing with their devious wants and wishes.

Hunger, he could see the hunger in them. The desire to ravish his weak body, ravish his soul, steal his innocent heart.

Heart piercing pain, whelming through him as the dark shadow bury himself in him. Pure tears of pain dripping from his eyes as the shadow craves him.

Him, body, heart and soul.

Sweat dripping and warm, he throws the cover aside, blinking fearfully around his room.

A dream, yet he could still feel the warm and tingling sensation of a touch everywhere on his body. He sighed at his own bewilderment, his dreams, he never understood them.

He had had strange dreams lately; he didn't know what they were about, coz every time he would try to remember he had forgotten. He would just wake up, with that same strange feeling all over his body like a touch, but he never knew if it was in fact how it felt being touched since he was as virgin as one could be. It was best for him not to have physical contact with anyone.

He looked at his watch, eyes widening.

"Mom!" He called, as he heard steps outside the room. Emiko opened the door to her son's room.

"Yes?" She asked with a concerned look on her face.

"Why didn't you wake me? Now it's 11 am!" He cried out, frantically.

"I let you sleep because you seemed tired. If you went to school like that you might just be sick for the rest of the week so you might as well just have a little rest. I called your teacher about homework so don't worry." Emiko assured him. "Do you want some chicken soup?"

Daisuke nodded silently knowing that there was no way he could talk her into letting him leave the house. He would have to obey. He had to get better soon. He didn't want to stay in bed all day, not allowed move around seeing as he could exhaust himself.

He looked longingly out of the window, just wishing he was outside in the fresh air instead of inside his room doing nothing. This often caused him to think a whole more than a normal teenager would.

He wanted to leave, if not for school then for some other reason. His home felt like prison, yet he was treated well, so he shouldn't complain. He was just so tired of this whole protection thing. He might as well just enjoy his life without worrying about his future if he even had one.

Life.

He chose nothing. He was just born, and this was what he was. Nothing could change that. He was just a small frail piece of thread in a carpet.

He stared blankly at the world outside the window, the dangerous cruel world where he was in danger of catching some cold or infection every minute that could very possible end his existence. Yet he longed for said world.

Death was the one thing every human had in common; death gave every human their own reason to live. To live while they could, to love the world they'd been brought to. He didn't fear death; in fact death inspired him more than anything. Inspired him to live for as long as possible, to create for as long as he could breathe, to leave proof of his existence, when he would be gone in maybe ten years (if he lived that long.) His paintings would live on. His creations would still carry on his name.

Even a single person missing him would make him live on in their hearts. He wouldn't disappear completely, only physically. It was a soothing thought, but no one other than his family would ever miss him and even they would forget him sometime. He wanted someone to love him for whom he was now when he lived, for what he would be in the future, and for the person he was when he was not here anymore, someone to love him no matter what happened.

All he wanted right now was to be loved, wanted and needed. He wanted to be special to someone, maybe a friend. But he had no friends and would now probably never get the chance to make a friend.

Dark.

Dark had turned every kid in school against him, he was ignored and when he finally got some attention it was only negative. His classmates loved laughing at him, but he would never let them know how it hurt him, how it broke him slowly, not only physically but also mentally.

Dark did this, Dark was the one to break him softly, bit by bit.

Death.

He wouldn't let something so beautiful frighten him. He never thought of it as a bad thing, but as something that was destined to happen sooner or later, in his case sooner, but he wouldn't let that knowledge bring him down. He would be strong in spirit if not in body. He had promised himself to cope with the pain. Pain was a part of life just as happiness, right?

Even if he risked his life everyday, it just made him appreciate the time he had the more. As any normal person he too would have his break downs now and then knowing that he would have to leave all that he loved so, maybe very soon.

However what really brought him down the most was not his weakness but the knowledge that he hadn't tried something so simple as to kiss someone. One of the things that were a part of your life when you grew up, though he would never get the chance to feel the tingling sensation of someone's lips on his, soft and gentle. He often caught himself reading a mountain of romance novels, just to hear the description of something completely out of his reach.

He would dream he was someone else, that he was a person who would actually mean something to someone, that he was just as important as everyone else, that he was normal, that he could run around like he wanted to without making himself a laugh to everyone around him because of his condition.

He leaned back in his pillow staring up at the ceiling, frustration showing in his beautiful ruby eyes. He would never experience love. Never.

"Dai-chan, your soup is ready. Now sit up." A voice sounded through the hallway outside his door.

He shifted into a sitting position as Towa-chan walked in, in her French maiden dress, with a giant smile plastered on her face.

"Towa-chan!" Daisuke pulled the cover over his head. He heard a small laughter as she put down the soup on the nearest table.

"Don't worry Dai-chan; I've seen most of you, ne?" She said calmingly as she pulled the cover away, to meet his cute ruby eyes. "I'm your personal helper now. It is gonna be lots of fun! I'm really glad your mother offered me that job."

"W-what? My personal helper? I don't need help!" He exclaimed stubbornly, giving his usual cute pout when there was something that displeased him.

"Then think of it as a favour." She greeted him with a smile. "And right now I think you need some fresh air. Let's go!"

"B-but mom won't let me leave the house when I'm sick, it's wrong." He said fretfully.

"Well, your mom isn't here. She was just called to the hospital because three nurses had been called sick. So I'm to take care of you till tomorrow." Towa-chan said excitedly. "So what about us go shopping? I mean after you've eaten your soup of course."

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He leaned against the cool glass of the window. He just hated driving in the car, it always made him feel sick, especially with Towa-chan behind the wheel. Oh no, definitely no good combination.

"Are you all right, Dai-chan?" She asked, letting go of the wheel with one hand as she nuzzled his hair hiding his eyes. The black colour didn't seem to have disappeared yet. She thought it looked cute. The way the sun, made it shine. He truly looked like an angel.

"Please keep your eyes on the road." He mumbled, and then added. "And your hands on the wheel. Thank you."

Sighing she forced her eyes away from the angelic looking boy and onto the empty road.

She had known Daisuke like forever. He was always this silent boy, who was very careful, and he always thought before he acted. Emiko had probably taught him that. She couldn't help but think that the boy needed some time elsewhere than in the house. He wasn't that sick.

The way he'd smiled when she'd suggested them leaving the house, could just melt any heart. She really couldn't understand why this boy seemed so lonely. He was the sweetest thing you could ever dream of meeting. The only problem was just that he believed something else. He believed he was worthless.

She had stopped the car, as she grabbed her bag. Daisuke was sleeping. She went to the other door, carefully opening it, making sure the boy wouldn't fall out, she lifted him off the seat, still sleeping, god he was a heavy sleeper. She kneed the door shut, not thinking whether it would damage the car, as she clicked the key. The light blinked and the doors were locked.

Daisuke wasn't heavy at all; actually he seemed almost too light. She tried to wake him but all she received was barely audible mumbles and yawns.

"Daisuke, you can't sleep now. We're at the mal, so wake up if you don't want anyone to see you sleeping in my arms like this, you're fifteen years old-" She stopped her flow of speech as he snuggled into her arms, small locks of black covering half of his face, he looked so peaceful.

Does he even care? All he does is looking small and irresistible cute! Kawaiiii!

She squealed as she hugged the frail boy in her arms. She loosened her grip when hearing coughs and gasps from the smaller angel.

"He's alive!" She stated happily, putting a still sleepy Daisuke down, where he stood for a moment still looking like his legs were made of pudding. His hair was messy and untamed, real bed hair. (A/N: Aww…can't help but love Dai, he's just so cuteee! I could just imagine that dreamy yet sleepy look in his eyes, just so 'nuttet'! Yes this word isn't English it's Danish and means that he's a cutie.)

Towa-chan dragged him into the nearest store, and in less than five minutes she had some piles of clothes for him to try. She had chosen some different varieties of shirts, jeans, leather (why isn't that surprising?), belts and shoes too. Towa-chan seemed like the type to go power-shopping whenever getting the chance to. Today was one of these chances.

He didn't like the clothes coz it all seemed so tight and low-cut. But Towa-chan insisted on buying it anyway if he changed his mind. Obviously her favourite colours for him were red, white, but mainly black. She liked the dark colours. She said it brought worked as a highlight of his skin, eyes, and very adorable face (Which he didn't agree with.)

He was beginning to feel very warm, but that he didn't tell Towa-chan. He wouldn't want to worry her unnecessarily. It was now 3:00 pm, the time when he would leave school, but today he wasn't at school. He just feared that someone from his class would come to the mal to hang out like they usually did after school.

"Towa-chan, it's getting late, shouldn't we go home?" He asked trying to convince her that it was time for them to leave. His eyes widened as he saw a flash of purple. He immediately noticed it as Dark, however he wasn't alone. With him were Krad, Satoshi, and some girls he didn't know.

"Dai-chan, are you okay? You're acting weird." She noted, her emerald eyes looked a little worried.

"I'm just tired is all. " He said, blinking as he noticed the group coming their way.

He didn't know when it happened, but suddenly a strange dizziness came over him, eyes clouded as his mind turned blank. He couldn't see properly anymore, everything was turning dark before him. The last thing he saw before complete darkness had surrounded him was the logo; I know I'm sexy, on some black t-shirt. Someone had grabbed him before he fell unconscious.

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