A/N: No, Daisuke will not have a sexually intimate relationship with Dark in the age of ten. For the love of...I'm not THAT bad you know!

Title:Adorable Problem

Part:2/?

Author: Feilan87

Warnings:Yaoi, shounen-ai, young Daisuke, Lime, Lemon-ness, in later chapters.

Genre:Romance/General, might have signs of humor, though I don't do humor.

Pairing:Dark/Daisuke...geez...those who recognizes me should know that I'm a Dark/Dai crazed Yaoi fan.

Rating:T for now at least.

Disclaimer: I own it all! Sarcasm or not. Okay okay...don't own, don't sue.

' Blah Blah ' - Thoughts

" Blah Blah " - Speech

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Adorable Problem

By Feilan87

Part 2/?

- Enter Yuuri

Part Two

The ride to the mansion had been quiet, and really, Dark loved the quietness normally, but now it was this strangling, and slowly consuming nothingness. His private driver had thrown curious glances at him and the boy as he'd fought a tough fight to get him into the limo and if he hadn't been so occupied with getting the boy inside, he would have noticed the chuckles coming from the old man too.

That boy was stubborn but with his round cheeks, giant eyes and rocking eyetooth, he was hard to take serious. He looked away with disgust. Daisuke did what he was best at, obviously pouting. Why did he have to leave his Krad for this heartless monster of an onichan? Life definitely wasn't being fair today.

The smaller boy threw a angry look at Dark who sat calmly in the opposite side of the limo, doing what he was best at, signing various documents. Wherever Dark went, the paperwork wold always follow. Even if he was only ten and had a little speaking problem, he was like any other child, very aware of his surroundings and right now that being the eighteen year old owner of one of the most successful companies yet, up to date.

Dark from the very start felt the child's exquisite pair of rubies resting on him and soon became edgy and defensive, he turned and bit his lips trying not to start off too harshly, "Look kid, do me a favor and stare at something else." Yet the irritable edge to his voice was clear to the younger who seemed confused by his sudden outburst, but nonetheless looked away, cheeks tinted with a faint shade of pink.

The limo had stopped in front of a jet-black gate and Dark's personal driver rolled down the window, placing his hand on the sensitive touch-board. A metallic sound of heavy iron gates swinging open to reveal the unnecessarily long gravel entrance, leading towards the magnificent mansion. Daisuke's eyes widened at the sight and immediately found pleasure in almost pressing his face against the tinted glass pane of the black limo.

They stopped at the main-entrance. The old driver opened the door to let out the hyper boy and his troubled young Master. "Thanks Haruo, you can take the day off."

The old man nodded gratefully and smiled warmly at Daisuke who tried to hide behind the frustrated Dark, peeking at the chauffeur before a shy smile appeared. Daisuke already liked this old man, since he seemed nicer than Dark, but at the time anyone was nicer than Dark in his book.

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"This...is your room, there's five bathrooms down the hallway so whichever you find shouldn't matter. Breakfast will commence at 6.45 a.m. each morning, also in weekends I might add and dinner is at 6.30 p.m. precisely. If you have any questions talk to the cook. He'll take care of you." Dark explained cooly, pausing when he seemed to have forgotten something. "Also if you decide to explore the manor, that's okay with me. You're allowed to be everywhere except for upstairs. There's my personal quarters and no one is allowed up there. Do you understand?"

Daisuke cringed not knowing exactly what to respond. "...Y-yes."

"Good." Dark mumbled, a small yet twisted smirk claiming his lips for a moment. Daisuke looked at his feet, not daring to meet those cold amethyst. Dark didn't like him, that much was clear to him.

"Well?" Dark's icy voice broke through his train of thought. He didn't know what the violet-hared boy had just said and looked up puzzled, and not meaning to anger the other further, but what could he do.

"Not gonna talk to me? Fine!" Dark sneered as he turned the 180 degrees and left the bedroom, leaving the smaller boy to wonder what happened.

He sniveled as he curled up in the corner of the 2-persons four-poster, hugging his knees in the need of comfort. His heart-rate slowed down a bit as he relaxed against the soft mattress.

Right now he missed Krad more than anything. He missed the blonde's homicidal but funny antics towards anyone he disliked as well as his mood swings, going from normal to rather insane in mere seconds, but as fate would have it, he'd have to settle with imagining still being with his beautiful blonde onichan.

His eyes burned with unshed tears, as he resisted the urge to just bury his head in the pillow and cry till these painful feelings of loneliness would just be washed away from his system. The pressure of having to learn to live with a new life and no family was to prove harder than he would have imagined.

Tomorrow he was starting in school again in a whole new city. But what did he know? Maybe he would meet some 'nice' people, though he highly doubted it. At the last school he went to the other kids bullied him because of his speaking problems. Neither did he understand why it was so wrong to speak of himself in third person. That's what he'd always done. He had been isolated from other kids and therefore seemed to stand on halt in his development.

Stupid was for one, something you couldn't call him. Actually Daisuke understood things better than one would suspect of him, also by acting like he in fact was stupid or just too innocent to relate to most things were an advantage of his, and he would use it to its full extent if needed. It had saved him a lot of trouble.

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Knock knock

Daisuke rolled off the bed in surprise. Still feeling the aftereffects sleep had on his body.

Was it Dark who'd come to make him even more miserable? No, couldn't be, Dark would not knock. He would just walk in.

"Who is it?"

"I'm Yuuri, the chef. I have something for you." A voice replied through the door. "Can I come in?"

Pulling himself off the floor, he ventured to the door suspicion still lying in his wake. He opened it to let the other in.

Yuuri entered with a tray of food, which he put on a small table. He could hear his stomach starting to growl in protest after having been denied food for hours. Instead of staring at the delicious Sukiyaki, placed before him, he turned to look at the older male, smiling sweetly down at him.

"I heard you were absent at the dinner-table so I brought you some food." Yuuri said, still not able to take his eyes off the little boy, who barely reached his waist in height. "You really are as cute as Haruo told me." The young chef noted, all of a sudden to the now blushing red-haired boy before him. "What's your name, little one?"

"Daisuke." The child muttered shyly, but curiosity usually got the better of him and he finally looked up to really see this Yuuri person, who'd probably broken a rule or two of Dark's by feeding him outside the scheduled time for dinner.

Marvelous dark strands of hair fell gracefully over the young man's broad shoulders, like a waterfall of coal. The light tanned skin emphasized his unusual, startling, emerald green eyes and his pearl white teeth, framed by subtle lips. He wore a black button-up shirt and a set of equally black dress pants, but what stood out was the pure white apron tied around his waist.

"Daisuke. What a pretty name for a pretty boy." Yuuri gave a heartwarming smile. "Aren't you gonna eat? I assure you, it's not poisoned."

Daisuke forced himself to look away from the exotic beauty that made his cheeks feel so warm. The lovely smell of food seemed to perk up his appetite and he mumbled a shy thanks as he sat down and began to nip at the freshly made sukiyaki, pushing away the unnerving feeling inside.

Here he was, probably looking like shit after having cried himself to sleep, being fed and watched by this, this exotic beauty, this...Yuuri person. Not that he was able to appreciate such beauty seeing as his mind was still much too innocent to get corrupted by such unbecoming thoughts.

Of course neither did Daisuke know what was waiting for him tomorrow.

X---The next Day---X

"No! NO! You can't! Will not...EVER!!"

"But you must. You can't stay home at Dark-sama's mansion all day. School will be good for you." Yuuri assured him, trying to calm the smaller boy, who's eyes where now blinded by tears.

When had it ever been a pleasant experience to be the 'new' kid? As far as Daisuke was concerned, the answer would benever.

"Please don't make me go there! They're mean!" He was too absorbed in his own misery and fear to notice that Yuuri had stopped. He was shocked to feel himself, being pulled in as the other's arms wrapped around him protectively.

"Shh, It'll be okay Dai-chan."

"It won't!"

"Please, little one. For me? I want you to go to school and make lots of friends. And then I'll be right here to pick you up at one o'clock and you can tell me how your day went? Could you do that for me? It would make me and Dark-sama very happy."

He heard a snort coming from the small redhead. "Dark? He doens't care. To him I'm only a pest that he feels obliged to pity, but only because of Onichan."

"That's not true at all! Master is just not...very good with children. He grew up as an only child himself, so he's never felt bonded to another, like he would have if he'd had a little brother to take care off." Yuuri smiled and nudged Daisuke's side teasingly. "Please forgive him. He just needs some time to get used to you and...you know. You'll melt him someday. I know you will."

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure."

"Okay!" The boy's eyes shone with new energy, as he smiled cutely, until his expression changed into one of confusion. "But...where do I find the principals office?"

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I'm sorry that I can't update so much anymore, since I'm in College I don't really have so much time in my hands anymore.

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If any of the readers on this story have read my other fic "Sex Games" I'll just let ya know That's I've written 8 thousand words on the next update but I'm less than half through it. If you are desperate for more right now and will allow me to update the next chapter in two parts instead of one chapter I'll probably be able to update on friday. If you want me to that is. Please Pm or review me and tell me if I should cut it in two pieces.

Well Back to this story. Here's a little something!

Preview!

He reached over to fetch the blue crayon but found that it wasn't there. He glanced around frantically. His picture forgotten for the moment.

"Looking for this squirt?" A taunting voice asked.

Ruby eyes narrowed as he recognized the bully who'd beaten up those students earlier.

"Hey! Give that back...I wasn't done with using it!"

The older boy' eyes narrowed as a wicked smile spread across his face.

A/N: Why do I always torture the weak?

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