Okay, I guess i'm updating a little fast. But well, this chapter may seem a little weird but that's what happens when you write something, still under the affect of alcohol. I seriously need a painkiller right now! Scratch that

Warning: This story hasn't been edited, so bear with its flaws or don't read it at all, thank you:)

DearToMyself: Yes, he is a little too shy, but who wouldn't be that if they'd been isolated from the real world their whole life?

kikyobashing101: Dark is so impatient, and very very pushy AND possesive!

WingArashi: I think you got your wish here's the next update.

fan girl 666: Dark dislikes the boy he knows from school, so why would he care knowing his name? Dark only thinks of Daisuke's other side, Daisuki.

- glomps Yuugi -: Well he kinda is, but also remember that he can't see Daisuke's hair, and last time he saw him, Towa-chan had dressed him, so he might look a little...ahem... more attractive.

The Oblivious Captain Anna: Yep Dark is certainly not the sharpest knife in the drawer!

TheFutureMrs.HaruSohma: Yeah i know it means "I like". Aw sweet sweet cliffies!

OneMind4U: Circæes and cirles, haha!

Rio Hime: Ah, you shouldn't waster your time, you can always read when you get the time to, ne? Mmm...cake...i know exactly what you mean, it really gets you all hyper!

Kittycho: Nope, Dark is very pushy...in the good way of course.

Disclaimer: The usual, don't own, don't sue.

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Love you to death

By: Feilan87

Chapter seven

I feel sorry for you

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'Mental note to myself, 'Towa-chan is so death now'

"Are you there?"

Dark's room

"Are you there?" Dark asked.

"Don't bother to call again-!" Dark didn't get to hear the rest as he switched to the second line to hear Krad's angry voice. Why did everyone have to be so pissed off at him today?

"Dark! You bastard! Thanks to you, I and Satoshi didn't get our special moment today because you couldn't keep your eyes on those fan girls of yours! You just fucking left off without-"

"Krad I really don't have time for this." Dark switched to the first line again. "Beep…beep…beep!" 'I can't believe it! He hung up on me!' Switches to Krad.

"You fucking asshole! Now you've done it! Daisuki just hang up on me because you talk too much!"

"Oh, really? Maybe he did it because you're too pushy!"

"WHAT! I waited a whole day I didn't even get to kiss him yet…though I could wait for tomorrow for that…mmm He has a good ass. So screwable."

"You see, that's your problem Dark! You're too impatient and dense if I may say so! Poor boy, I bet you already scared him off didn't you?"

"Nooo… I'd never do that."

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The bell rang.

Daisuke had hurried into the class room as the last one. If possible people stared even more awkwardly at him now that he wore a hat to cover his hair. Unwillingly his eyes fell on Dark, who didn't seem to notice him at all. He was busy glaring at Krad. Had they been fighting?

One moment and his vigilance were gone. He began to slip as he did not see that someone had spilled water on the floor only a few steps away from his seat. It wasn't the fact that he landed on a giant bruise, it was the laughs from the other students that took away his will. He felt the anger inside rise. This was something that happened ever so often and absolutely nothing new to him.

The first couple of times he would feel like crying, but as things got worse he'd stopped resisting just keeping every trace of feeling inside where it slowly turned to anger…or maybe hate. He wouldn't allow anyone to pity him. It was like hell yes, but when he got home he could finally be himself without people laughing, tripping him up, or calling him names. When he was home he was someone else.

At home he was not this weak person, who could barely make it through a school day. When he was home, he could

do whatever he wanted, feel whatever he wanted, but the best thing was that he actually got the chance to speak up for himself without anyone putting him through hell in school for it.

Yesterday had been strange. He sort of felt relieved the way he could speak to Dark without even him knowing who he was. Dark hadn't hurt him for saying his opinion. It was strange. How could Dark be so very different after school? It was like a split personality.

Dark was cold hearted, arrogant and didn't miss a chance to humiliate him in front of everyone, but yesterday he'd been indulgent, still arrogant though but also caring, something that didn't match the first description in any way. Daisuke was truly getting confused over this. Either Dark was simply hateful in school and needed someone to take his anger out on and tolerant outside school because he felt cheerful for some reason, or maybe he really did have a split personality problem.

Daisuke had bruised his elbow. There was a slight trail of blood and the cut began to singe. He abruptly got up, put his bag by the table before speeding out of the class ignoring the teacher's threats. It had to go fast.

Dark who'd been sitting in his own thoughts had noticed the strong fear in the boy's eyes, something very familiar and disturbing. Why did he freak like that? It was just a small scrape. He raised his hand, asking the teacher for permission to go to the toilette.

She nodded, giving him a small approving smile. He left the class settling for the boys' toilet.

He was about to open the door as he heard small sobs coming from there. The door was just opened enough for him to see, the smaller boy frantically trying to wash his wound, leaned over the sink. He was crying, too wrapped up in his own world to notice the older teen watching him in the doorway.

"Calm down it's just a scrape." Dark said pointed out, succeeding in catching the boy's attention. Then he noticed that he'd actually never spoken to this boy. Never.

The redhead turned around, ruby eyes striking. He'd expected the boy get scared maybe but not this. If looks could kill, Dark would have been dead by now.

"Go ahead, why don't you laugh?" The boy managed to ask through his sobs, the hate in his eyes not lessening the least rather the opposite.

Dark was taken aback by the question. Dark didn't know why, but he didn't find this amusing, maybe he would have laughed a day or two ago, but not now. Why?

"Cat got your tongue?" The boy continued. "You don't understand a thing do you? I guess it was too much to hope for that people would have noticed by now."

"What exactly is it that you want me to understand?" Dark finally said. "And why do you even want me to understand you? Don't you hate me? What are you waiting for! Tell me about your undying hatred for me."

The boy wrapped his elbow in a thin white materiel he'd kept in his pocket, wrapped in plastic. He began to walk towards Dark, only to walk past him, whispered something before leaving.

Why did he feel so guilty? The boy's words hanging in his mind like a saddening shadow. The words were lower than a whisper, but he could clearly hear them.

'I don't hate you, I feel sorry for you.'

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"Dai-chan! You're home!" Emiko hugged her boy, nuzzling his fiery red locks adoringly. "I'm sorry I had to leave so soon yesterday. Did you have fun with Towa-chan?"

"Yes, it was…fun." Daisuke mumbled not completely sure if he meant it. "I've never had so much fun in a year."

"Good, coz I'll be leaving in a couple of hours. I know I'm not much home lately, but I'm doing this for you, ne?" Emiko smiled finally letting go of him. "Towa-chan will be here, when I'm gone so you're never alone, isn't that great?"

"Yes, it is."

He didn't feel like talking right now, he felt very drowsy, not bothering to stay in the kitchen with his mother any longer, he went to his room to get a little nap before hell broke loose when Towa-chan came.

He didn't notice but he was hugging his elbow but he was. He remembered the last time he'd not taken a small scrape seriously. It had brought him to the hospital with a small infection, small but serious to him.

He reached down to his right ankle, his fingertips ghosting over the old mark. The scar. It was still there as a reminder to him. Even today people could think it was almost new. But it wasn't it was ten years old, almost eleven. He hoped that this scrape wouldn't get that serious. But then, he never knew.

He could have died. It was almost silly, but he had no other choice than to take it seriously, he didn't want to die, he wanted to live. He just wanted to live, he didn't want his time to shorten because he was reckless, and it was already doomed to be shortened so why make it worse?

Slowly sleep had taken over as he drifted off, into his perfect dream world.

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"Wake up, sleepyhead."

He could feel someone shake him softly.

"Towa-chan." He whispered before giving a cute yawn. He was curled up in a corner of his bed like a cat. Did this boy have any idea about how cute he could be?

"Dai-chan someone's been calling you numbers of times the last few minutes."

"Eh…? Why?" He mumbled grabbing his phone eyes half lidded. It was an unknown number. He'd also received a message from the same number. As he interpreted the text, yesterday's events came crushing down on him.

Hey, it's Dark.

Please read before you delete anything.

I just thought about what you said,

about you being alone.

I just wanted to ask if you…

would hang out with me tonight.

I really wanna get to know you better.

If you do then meet me at the fountain at eight, 'kay? Well I hope I'll see you then.

Damn it! Why can't he leave me alone! It works fine at school, why not now? Should I just go and tell him who I really am?

"It's Dark isn't it?" She asked, trying to look at display over his shoulder.

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He isn't coming…

Something in the back of his mind told him that… He wasn't going to show up.

He checked his phone to see if he'd gotten any messages, he had, but not from Daisuki. So it didn't matter. It was now 20 minutes past eight. Maybe he should just go. Krad was right, he had properly scared the boy off, or rather pissed him off.

Daisuki… What a weird name.

He was lost for a moment as his thoughts went back to earlier that day. The redhead. He'd looked at him with hate and disgust, but he also said that he didn't hate him. Which was true?

I don't hate you, I feel sorry for you.

Why did he still think about the boy in his school? What had he meant by that? Why did he have to disturb him so?

Daisuki, come to me…I know you can make me forget, forget him, forget what he said, you're the only one who should attract my thoughts.

20:30…

I really wanna see you, even if I can't touch you…

Daisuki…I like you.

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