Oh my. Hiatus my ass… xD Anyway, my reviewers keep me from kicking the proverbial writing bucket, so thank you!

Chapter: 6/12
Characters: Satoshi, Daisuke, Dark
Pairing: Satoshi/Daisuke; mentioned Dark/Satoshi; implied Dark+Daisuke

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If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot

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R.i.O.t

Satoshi stormed throughout Azumano once again, his face set resolutely and his strides vindicated and quick. However, this time, his thoughts were murderous instead of concerned. Said thoughts spiraled around a certain violet-haired thief who had stolen his heart with mal-intent. Malicious intentions.

Satoshi had been wronged, gravely wronged – and he was more than ready to take all of Dark's malicious intentions and shove them up the other's ass.

Scowling darkly to himself, Satoshi could feel his mind screaming and his stomach curling with displeasure. How could he have been so stupid as to trust Dark? Trust and Dark had never before been used in a sentence; why had he thought that if he was put into the equation, that would make it all work out? He had to face it: he was nothing more but a pawn in Dark's careless game.

"I don't understand," Satoshi raged to himself, keeping his voice low and forbidding. "Why? I know well enough not to trust people like him and Krad. They're nothing but trouble! I'm better off just keeping to myself." He violently kicked a rock in his path and stared down at his feet. "Keeping to myself and sometimes talking to Niwa-kun. He's the only one I can believe in anymore. He would never wrong me; he's always been there to help me."

Oddly enough, a familiar voice cried out in pain somewhere in front of him. Satoshi looked up, furious expression dissolving at the sight of Daisuke standing just several feet away, rubbing his right thigh with one hand and clutching a small rock in the other. "Itai… What was that?"

Satoshi sped up his stride, reaching Daisuke in record time and pulling the jagged stone from his palm. "That was me. I kicked it." He dropped the rock back onto the ground and shot the redhead an apologetic look. "Sorry…"

"No, no, it's okay," Daisuke gushed, letting go of his abused thigh. "I was just surprised, is all. Say, Hiwatari-kun, did you ever find Dark?"

Satoshi's eyes hardened and he sent his friend a cold look. "No, but I did find his true side."

Daisuke arched a confused brow at this statement, but it disappeared with a bright flash of his smile. "Well if you still want to talk to him, now's your chance. He sent me a text message telling me to meet him on the school roof at around this time. I think he wanted to tell me something, but I'm sure he would much rather see you." The already strained smile on his face brightened, forcing his eyes to light up too. "He should be arriving soon, go ahead."

Satoshi looked past Daisuke and in through the school gates they stood in front of. Oddly enough, he had been unaware of the fact that he had been walking in this direction just several rage-filled minutes ago. However, he was there, Dark was soon to arrive, and retribution would soon be served.

Hell hath no fury like a Hikari scorned.

Setting his face into an earnest grimace, Satoshi gripped Daisuke's wrist and dragged him into the school campus, making an automatic beeline towards the ninth grade building. Practically mowing down the door that led to the roof's staircase, he tugged the redhead's arm impatiently, urging him up the inclination.

"Hiwatari-kun, what are you doing?" Daisuke dig his heels into a step, stopping himself from being dragged up the stairs. "I don't need to be there. You can talk to Dark on your own."

"I don't care about Dark," Satoshi snapped.

The ferocity in his usually emotionless voice startled Daisuke enough to get his legs moving again. "Why not? What did he do to you?"

"Too much," Satoshi muttered. He shoved the door open, exposing them to the direct sunlight of the open rooftop. Taking in a deep, labored breath, he turned around and pulled Daisuke after him to the walled edges of the rooftop. Sitting down heavily against a wall, he closed his eyes and took another breath in an attempt to calm himself. "It doesn't matter."

"It must matter if it's making you act like this," Daisuke reasoned, sitting beside his friend. "Did he hurt you?"

"He's coming, right? To see you, was it?" Satoshi asked sharply, avoiding the question.

"Ah…yeah, he is." Checking his phone, Daisuke nodded to himself. "He should be here soon. He's oddly punctual you know, right on the dot most of the time. Give him maybe three minutes."

After a moment of silence, Satoshi cleared his throat. "I'm not going to tell you what happened…but I'll let you in on what I plan on doing to retaliate. I need you to help me, Niwa-kun; I really hope you won't mind."

Daisuke closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly. "Anything I can do to help, I guess. I still don't see why you have to 'retaliate' but –" Daisuke stopped, his speech cut off by a pair of warm lips pressed flush against his. Stiffening almost painfully, he felt Satoshi push him up against the wall, the other's lips moving roughly against his.

The kiss broke and Satoshi huffed breathlessly, his demeanor slightly ruffled but his voice as cold as ever, tinged with the slightest bit of anger. "I'm sorry, Niwa-kun, but I may be using you."

Daisuke blinked, too shell-shocked to even react to the liplock. Had Satoshi just kissed him? And what had he meant by that?

"I don't need him," Satoshi declared harshly, speaking more to himself than to Daisuke. "I need him to see that." He kissed the redhead again, a heated yet passionless crash of lips against lips. "I'm sorry that you had to get dragged into this." In between rushed kisses, he murmured, "But please – just – play along. – I need – him to see – us." Guiding Daisuke gently, he positioned him onto his back on the floor, climbing quickly on top of him. "You don't have to do anything at all." He kissed Daisuke's unresponsive lips again. "Just let me do everything."

Daisuke's mind finally got over its frozen confusion just in time to avoid another kiss. Instead, he asked, "You're doing this…using me…to get back at him?"

Daisuke's voice sounded so soft and almost hurt that Satoshi couldn't stop himself from forcing a foot of space between their faces out of respect for the other boy. "…It's a dirty thing to do to a person…I know. This is wrong… I should just stop, this isn't fair to you, I mean –"

Before Satoshi could continue, Daisuke made up his mind. With a resolute forwardness the blunette was not aware of, Daisuke surged forward. Slipping his fingers into the other's light tresses, he pulled Satoshi's face down to his and engaged a needy kiss. Satoshi returned it dutifully, his lips moving mechanically.

"Hiwatari-kun," Daisuke muttered shortly, his face slightly flushed, "if you're going to do this, please don't do it half-assed." He allowed the commander a moment of stunned silence before lifting his head for another liplock, his placid lips guiding Satoshi's rougher ones into a gentler kiss. Just because the blunette was angry did not mean it had to show in his ministrations.

As Satoshi slowly, but surely, began to sink into the passion of their session, Daisuke was glowing inside. The boy he loved was kissing him…and it felt really good; better than anything Krad had ever done to his body. It didn't matter that Satoshi was just using him to piss Dark off. It didn't matter that once Dark learned his lesson, Daisuke would yet again mean nothing to the blunette.

All that mattered was that he had his lips on Satoshi's, and it was heavenly.

"Niwa-kun, stop," Satoshi murmured suddenly, pulling away from Daisuke.

Daisuke reluctantly stared up at Satoshi, his eyes glazed with nothing but heat and passion. "Hiwatari-kun?"

"Why are you…?"

Daisuke lifted his upper body up slightly, attaching his lips to Satoshi's neck as the blunette trailed off. Kissing the flushed skin softly, travelling from the collar of his shirt up to the shell of his ear, his hesitated slightly before speaking. "I love you. That's it. And I know this may be the only opportunity I'll have with you, so I'm taking it. I don't care. I just want you, even if it's just for three minutes."

Satoshi guided Daisuke down onto his back again, forcing him to stare him straight in the eye. "Niwa…" Satoshi sighed, removing the honorific with slight difficulty. "I don't think –"

"I don't want rejection, Hiwatari-kun. I would be much better off without it." Daisuke reached up and ran his fingers through Satoshi's hair almost desperately. "Please just…humor me."

Slowly, unsurely, Satoshi lowered himself again, gently connecting their lips in a soft, gentle kiss. Pulling away, he stared intensely into Daisuke's ruby-like eyes and gave a single, almost undetectable nod.

The two rushed into another dance of tongues, another exploration of hands. Both boys were so engrossed in the act that the faint sound of a door swinging open did not reach their ears. Consequently, said ears, pumping with so much blood, were greatly surprised when an almost horrified cry filled the air, from seemingly out of nowhere.

"Satoshi…Daisuke?!"

The two boys broke apart rapidly, Satoshi's eyes glowing with triumph and Daisuke's spilling with guilt. "Dark…" the guilty one started, unsure of what to say in a situation such as this. "I…"

The newly arrived Dark took several cautious steps forward, stopping in front of the boys' sprawled bodies uncertainly, his usual air of confidence completely drained. "Satoshi," he sighed, his eyes flitting from Daisuke to Satoshi, "what is this?"

Satoshi collected himself quickly, standing and facing Dark with a blazing sort of smugness. "I know what you've been doing, Dark. I know why you've been so distant."

Dark's gaze snapped towards Daisuke, who was pulling himself up off the floor and taking a supporting position at Satoshi's side. "Satoshi, look –"

"No, you look. All my life I've been tortured and manipulated. And now I find that you've gotten yourself tangled up in the arms of my worst tormentor, loving him at the gleeful risk of abandoning me."

"What are you –"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about," Satoshi interrupted, plowing through Dark's sentences as the dark angel continued trying to speak.

"– talking about? He was –"

"I refuse to take it. You've betrayed me worse than anyone ever has."

"– never your tormentor. He manipulated no one –"

"'Manipulated no one'?! He's controlled me for so long."

"No, Daisuke would never do that!"

There was a loud gasp from the observing redhead, followed by the loudest silence any of the three had ever heard.

During which, a death-promising anger practically radiated from every pore in Satoshi's body. "Oh," he muttered, at the exact same moment Daisuke shrieked, "What?!"

"Shit."

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If you feel so filthy
So dirty so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up

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Killah: The entire time I was writing this, I replayed Riot over and over and over to get myself in the mood. Malicious much? x)

By the way, readers of Why The Caged Bird Sings, I'm gonna be straight with you guys – I have done NOTHING to the latest chapter in the past year. I'm a shitface, I know, but nothing's grasped me, really; nothing's inspired me to write something worth your while. Not that I haven't tried, but these attempts kind of failed. Terribly. I just ask that you guys bear with me…perhaps for another year. Oh dear… BYE!:D