Hiya folks! Holy friggin' guacamole, I'm updating! GASP! Haha. I feel special... :P
I'm listening to Three Day's Grace's "Pain," "I Hate Everything About You," and "Never Too Late." So, I'm happy… I'm also extremely happy with all my reviews! XD Thankies everybody! I love you all SO much! I'm hoping to keep this story going for a while, so enjoy!
I just realized how…blah…last chappy's ending was… I'm sorry bout that…but, hey, y'all DID get a make-out scene between all of our favorite bishies!!!!
Warnings: Thievery, fluff, yaoi, mild violence. (Don't like one of 'em, don't read…) Also, there are some crude references to homosexual people in this chappy, I'm sorry if that offends anyone.
Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue, me no pull out chainsaw…
Last Time
They looked at each other again. Suddenly, their lips collided and they began heatedly kissing again.
Chapter Five
Daisuke pulled a heavy comforter over his head as an incessant droning rang around his room. He groaned and flung his hand out to slap the snooze button on his alarm clock.
))Oh, DAI-CHAN! Wakey, wakey! The birds are singing, the bees are buzzing, Creepy Boy is gonna be waiting at school!(( Dark sang.
Daisuke pulled the cover back off his head. ))It's times like these that I wish you were out of my head just so I could hurt you...(( he mumbled. Dark paid him no attention and continued singing merrily. "I blame Krad for this...you make out with him once and there ya go, bein' all happy...and joyful in the morning..." Daisuke muttered under his breath.
He stumbled into his bathroom and took a quick shower; he brushed his teeth and made a small, useless attempt at combing his spiky hair. He grabbed his bag, then jogged down the stairs and succeeded in tripping twice before he was in the foyer.
"Daisuke, sweetie! Don't forget your bento! (1)" his mother called from the kitchen.
"Thanks, Mom!" he said, pecking her on the cheek and swiping up his bento, jamming it into his already over-stuffed bag. He dashed to the door and slipped on his shoes.
"And don't forget, you have a mission tonight!" Her voice carried from the kitchen.
"Stupid missions..." he mumbled. "Okay, Mom!" he added, more loudly. He swung the door open and stomped out, slamming the door behind him.
He had made it to the sidewalk before a hand slipped into his and he was walking side-by-side with Satoshi. Daisuke blinked, staring at the blue-eyed boy. Satoshi didn't look at him; he kept staring straight ahead, face as stoic as ever.
The boy was dressed in their usual uniform: an off-white dress shirt with red lines along the collar, black slacks, and polished black dress shoes. He had a forest-green messenger bag slung over his shoulder, and his glasses glinted every time the sun hit them at a certain angle.
Daisuke looked around a moment before leaning over and kissing Satoshi's cheek quickly, his face turning a bright red, and looking back to the sidewalk.
Daisuke would have thought that Satoshi hadn't noticed, had it not been for the hand that squeezed his and the thumb that rubbed soothingly gentle circles on the back of his hand; the redhead's smile increased slightly.
))Aw! I feel all giddy inside! Except...it's sappy, and not hot, sexy kissing...damn...(( Dark said, blissfully unaware of the fact that Daisuke wasn't paying the slightest bit of attention.
"Do you think we should work on the project after school today?" asked Satoshi, looking at Daisuke from the corner of his eye.
Daisuke looked towards the sky and thought for a moment. "Um...I think so...but I can't stay too long... There's a-um-a...mission for Dark," he said, lowering his voice slightly.
Satoshi nodded. "That's fine. We just need to do some research on The Tell-Tale Heart, then we have to write a report and such on what we thought Poe was trying to convey through it." (2)
Daisuke hesitated, and then nodded. "Okay, I—er—guess." Daisuke rubbed the back of his head with his free hand, and smiled sheepishly.
Whoosh!
Wham!
Daisuke was suddenly on the ground, groaning and clutching his head with both hands. Takeshi was standing at his feet and grinning down at him. Satoshi's face twitched, his eyebrows knitted together slightly and he reached down to help Daisuke up.
"So..." Takeshi began, an odd edge to his voice. "What were ya doin' holding Hiwatari's hand, Daisuke?" Takeshi pointed his index finger at Daisuke, waving it around and trying to look accusatory. "I saw, so don't try and deny it!"
Satoshi shot him a look of purest loathing and, with an icy tone, responded:
"I do not believe that is any of your concern, Saehara."
Takeshi rolled his eyes at Satoshi's menacing glare, which caused the ice-boy's eye to twitch.
"Oh, please. I know that something's going on!" He gestured vaguely to the air between the two. "I'm not stupid!"
"Hmm. Yet, you've been acting so for all these years," Satoshi ground out. He grabbed Daisuke's wrist and pulled the redhead up. "We're going." With that, he pulled the boy away from the laughing reporter.
"You two are homos, aren't you?" shouted Takeshi, grinning.
When Daisuke looked over at his friend—boyfriend? The boy was muttering profanities under his breath and taking longer, more aggressive strides.
"Um...Hiwatari-kun?"
Satoshi stopped abruptly. He turned to Daisuke with emotionless—or seemingly so—eyes. "Satoshi. Not Hiwatari-kun. Satoshi."
Daisuke gulped. "Okay, Hiwa—Satoshi-kun—"
"Chan."
"Satoshi...-chan... What's wrong?" asked Daisuke, cocking his head.
Satoshi looked away. "Nothing. Let's just go." He grabbed Daisuke's hand again and began dragging said boy towards the classroom.
Daisuke felt very, very close to beating his head into his desk. He had to deal with Takeshi's constant whispers of "homo," "poof," "ponce," and other jokes, Dark's constant smart-ass remarks, the sensei droning on and on about something or other, and Satoshi's stares. He had had enough!
The only one of the five that didn't bother him was the ice-haired boy's stare. The rest combined were enough to—in his slightly irrational opinion—get him committed to the insane asylum!
As Takeshi leaned back to whisper another comment to him, Daisuke's hand shot into the air. The sensei looked up from her droning, seeming a bit surprised that someone was interrupting her. "Yes, Niwa-san?"
"Can I go to the clinic, sensei? I'm not feeling too well..." he asked, clutching his stomach for effect.
The sensei nodded. "Sure, Niwa-san. Would anyone like to take him to the clinic?" she asked.
Satoshi's hand flickered into the air, barely passing as a raised hand. His stare seemed to challenge her to even consider not letting him take the boy.
"All right then, Hiwatari-san. You may take, Niwa-san." With another blank stare from the boy, she hastily added, "And stay with him as long as you like."
Satoshi stood and practically dragged the redhead from the room, earning several odd stares from his classmates—and the sensei.
Several minutes later, Daisuke found himself standing in a boy's bathroom, with Satoshi staring at him, arms crossed, leaning against a pillar, face emotionless as always.
"Well...?"
Daisuke looked up. "Er—well, what?"
"Are you going to tell me why you've been acting so out of it today?"
"I-I don't know...I just...feel kind of stressed out, I guess."
Satoshi stared at the usually cheerful boy's face. "That's not all, is it...?" Daisuke shrugged, not looking at Satoshi. Satoshi swiftly stepped forward and grabbed the redhead's chin, swiveling it so that the boy stared directly into blue eyes. Satoshi studied Daisuke's face for a moment, bringing his other hand up to run gently through red locks. "You're lying. Please, tell me what's wrong. I won't laugh..."
Dark snorted. ))No doubt there. He's an emotionless robot, of course he won't laugh!((
"I just...I don't like being called a homo, and stuff like Takeshi's been doing. I'm not even sure if I'm gay." One of Satoshi's eyebrows rose slightly. "Er—no! I mean, I like you—I've just never liked another guy before..."
Satoshi's face returned to normal. "Oh. Is that all?"
Daisuke grew a bit irritated. "Is that all?" he snapped. "Well, to me it's a lot!" He pouted, crossing his arms and huffing.
A small smile crept onto the bluenette's face. "Yes, well, I'm just glad that I'm your first." He brought his face a bit closer to Daisuke's so that their breath mingled.
Daisuke gulped, he could practically taste Satoshi. "U-um, yeah. Me too..."
Satoshi leaned forward more and caught Daisuke's lips in a gentle kiss. He moved forward slightly, backing Daisuke to the bathroom wall. The kiss remained gently as Satoshi moved his hand up to the redhead's shoulder, then to his neck.
Daisuke felt shivers roll up his spine at the cool contact. Tingles shot down to the tips of his toes and he then, in turn, slipped his arms around Satoshi's neck, pulling the bluenette closer.
Their tender kiss was spinning on a crash course to becoming way more intense, when a gasp was heard. They pulled away to look over at Masahiro, who was staring at them with wide eyes, halfway out of one of the stalls.
He walked quickly over to the sink and turned the water on. "Well," he began, washing his hands, "this is interesting."
Satoshi growled quietly. "If you tell—"
"I won't, trust me. I'm pretty sure I've gone into shock, so if I start foaming at the mouth and jerking around you'll know why. Also, I'm officially scarred for life. I mean, no offense to either of you, but I'm not gay. When I walk in on two guys kissing, it's kinda scarring."
Satoshi shrugged. "Well, we should get back to class anyway." He turned back to slip his hand away from Daisuke's neck, and the redhead could see Satoshi's annoyance at being interrupted.
He gave the bluenette an apologetic look and removed his arms from his neck. "Yeah, we should."
Daisuke sighed as he tugged on a long, black sleeve. They had managed to complete half of the assignment earlier at Satoshi's house. Before they started making out, that is.
He would see Satoshi again in a mere—he checked his watch—fifteen minutes, but he already missed the blue-eyed teen terribly.
He had finished putting on Dark's ridiculous get-up, when he caught sight of a crumpled envelope on his desk. He strode over and picked it up. Opening it, he recognized the neat cursive as Kinumitsu's suicide note.
He flipped it open and reread it, only to have a memory flash through his mind.
"Kinumitsu tried to kill him! People were ridiculing and attacking Tomo because of their relationship and he thought that killing himself would solve that. He jumped off a bridge, into a river. Tomo found out and killed himself as well."
Daisuke gulped audibly. What if people ridiculed and attacked him? Or worse—Satoshi? ))I don't know what I'd do if that happened. But, what would Satoshi do? Would he...? No, he wouldn't. He wouldn't do that to himself. To me...(( Daisuke tried to reassure himself.
))Daisuke, calm down. You're overreacting again. Just don't worry about it. Nothing bad has happened.((
))So far!(( Daisuke added.
Dark sighed. ))Seriously, Dai. Don't worry about it. I know Creepy Boy seems all broody and emo, but I doubt he'd kill himself.((
Daisuke nodded. "I guess..." He looked up when he heard his mother call. "Well, here we go." Pictures of Satoshi in various forms of dress flashed through his mind, causing him to blush. A burning sensation rippled through his body, and then Dark stood in the middle of the small room.
He rubbed the back of his head as he looked down at the letter. "I swear, if that idiot lets this thing get to him, I'll kick his ass."
No! Another blah-ish ending! And on a short chappy too! And there's very little Sato/Dai action either, with NO Krad/Dark! I feel so useless! –bursts into tears– Please don't hurt me. I know, I know. This kind of screams "filler chappy," but I swear, there's a plot in there somewhere! Just squint your eyes and look real hard! See it?
And now, the angst begins. Don't worry, it's not gonna hit full on for another chappy or so. I've got the plot basically down in my head...now I've just gotta put it into the computer... –sweatdrop–
(1) A bento is a Japanese lunchbox... Or something of the sort. In my mind, you put food in it, and eat from it. Therefore, it is a lunchbox.
(2) We had to do this for my English class... I wanted to die... I mean, I love Poe's writing and all, but I don't wanna write stuff about it. I want to read it...
Well, my little duckies, review! Review, I say! I've got cookies! FOR ALL OF YOU! –holds out big jar of cookies– But only for reviewers! –hiss– Well, anyway...
I love y'all! Hugs, kisses, and all that jazz!
KittyMojo