Lief: Okay, right. This is a sorta list of who's who, cause I'm getting confused keeping all this to myself;
Satoshi Hikari: Krad's younger brother.
Daisuke Niwa: Dark's cousin.
Krad Hikari: Satoshi's older brother.
Dark Mousy: Daisuke's cousin.
Lief: Well, now that that's done with, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Title: No More
Author: Lief Nerys
Pairings: SatoshixDark, DaisukexKrad. Others will be decided in future.
Rating: As usual, I'm not sure, so it'll be M, just to be safe.
Summary: Living through high school's bad enough, but living through a high school where tons of gang members that have been after you for years is downright hell. At least, it is for Satoshi. And as if that wasn't enough, he's got to deal with a certain obnoxious and perverted Phantom Thief who's just decided his new hobby is annoying the blue eyed teen to death.
Warnings: Yaoi, hints of Yuri, not-so-distinct mentions of rape, past mentions of murder (and probable murders in further chapters) and stalking. If you find any of these annoying, irritating, revolting, ghastly, horrid, terrible, nasty, offensive or disgusting, then I suggest you leave right now and forever remain as ignorant as you probably are. Oh, and beware of major OOC for all the characters. I can't, for the life of me, keep any character in character at all.
Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel or its characters, only the plot in this fanfiction, the grammatical and spelling errors, and any OCs.
Chapter II: Emotions
Loud, lively music pounded against Satoshi's eardrums and he could not help but wince. Flashes of multi-colored lights swam over him before moving on to rest for a few seconds on another group of teens, who were obviously not eighteen, a few feet away from him.
Satoshi's icy blue eyes roamed across the sea of dancing limbs in the middle of the dance floor and the bluenette huffed distastefully. This was not exactly what he would call fun.
A head of dark purple hair was easily spotted, even in the dimly-lit club, bouncing around with two red-headed girls, both of whom were practically drooling all over him as he moved his body along with the beat of the music blaring through large speakers at either side of the relatively-large room. Satoshi frowned and forced his eyes away from Dark, resting upon a tall, ebony-haired teen with dark red highlights chatting with another teen the bluenette did not know. Three silver piercings gleamed from the ebony-haired teen's right ear, while a silver chain with a strange-shaped object hanging off of it hung loosely around his pale, narrow neck. Satoshi frowned deeper and mentally noted himself to tell Caine to be more careful with his Insignia later.
Then his pale sapphire orbs roamed the room once more as he searched for the remaining members of their party. He frowned (he's doing that a lot, ne?) when not a single glimpse of familiar red or dark, dark blue could be seen.
"Satoshi-sempai?"
The bluenette jumped a foot in the air and whirled quickly around to face a pale skinned, dark sapphire eyed teenager a few inches taller than him. The teen smiled slightly and Satoshi scowled.
"Gods, Katara, don't do that," muttered Satoshi angrily, though his attempt to glare at the teen failed miserably when a redhead, slightly shorter than Reese, but still taller than Satoshi, appeared next to the midnight-haired teen.
"Satoshi-kun, why aren't you dancing?" asked Daisuke, laughing when Satoshi made a face at the mere mention of the activity.
"Please, Niwa-kun, I will not degrade myself to such wasteful actions," replied Satoshi, rolling his eyes as he settled back down onto the stool at the bar he was sitting in only moments before.
Daisuke giggled while Reese smiled softly again. "Satoshi-sempai, need I remind you that we are here to 'loosen up', as Dark-san would say?"
Satoshi glanced at him. "Don't call me that," he muttered half-heartedly, though he knew the other teen would still continue doing so.
As the Chairman of the student body council at Azumano Academy, Satoshi Hikari was a rank higher than Reese Katara, who was vice-Chairman. Though the bluenette was younger than the midnight-haired teen by a year, the older teen insisted on calling Satoshi 'sempai'. This used to irk the icy teen to no end when he was first assigned Chairman, but after an incident involving an irritating Dark, Satoshi had come to accept the midnight-haired teen's honorific for him and even held the older boy in respect, something incredibly rare for the cold bluenette.
"I'm not dancing," he continued, gesturing over at the dance floor before continuing, "There're too many people." He knew it was a lame excuse, but he didn't really care at the moment.
Daisuke rolled his crimson eyes and glanced up at Reese, exchanging a secretive glance with the older teen before turning back to Satoshi with a wicked grin on his usually innocent face.
Satoshi did not look at him but could sense the grin on the redhead. This disturbed him more than anything else, as the young Niwa was very unpredictable at times. One moment he would be all nice and friendly and oh-so-innocent, but the next, he'll be scary, sly, sneaky and oh-so-sexily-naughty. Satoshi had learned a long time ago to never underestimate the redhead. Or be in one room with him alone. He could be almost as perverted as his Kaitou cousin if he wanted to.
Which was why Satoshi was so apprehensive when Daisuke, grin still in place, jumped in front of him. Satoshi raised a brow calmly and questioningly, though inside his heart was beating ten times faster, and Daisuke's mischievous grin turned into one of a slinky fox.
"Niwa-kun…" began Satoshi when he suddenly realized that Daisuke had moved and was now only a few, very few indeed, inches away from his face. Satoshi's icy blue eyes widened and he opened his mouth to ask what the redhead thought he was doing when said redhead suddenly pulled back and yelled "Now!" at Reese, who Satoshi had admittedly forgotten in his distraught state, and the bluenette suddenly felt strong arms wrap around his slim frame, over his arms and across his chest; successfully pinning his pale limbs to his sides.
'What the hell!' was all that his rarely confused mind registered before he was lifted off the stool he was sitting in and promptly dragged to the middle of the dance floor.
"Gomen, sempai," Reese muttered apologetically, but there was a small smile on his face. "But this is for your own good."
Satoshi barely understood him and started struggling in his strong grip when he finally realized what was happening. "Katara!" he yelled, wriggling to get free, but the grip around him merely tightened. "Put me down this instant!" he squeaked (yes, squeaked) indignantly as a stray chair (don't ask where it came from) scraped against his left leg painfully.
Daisuke, meanwhile, was bouncing ahead of them happily, looking around for a sign of his Kaitou cousin. By this time, most of the people dancing had stopped to stare at the three teenagers, not because it was strange that a too-small-for-his-age-teen was being dragged by a slightly smiling midnight-haired teen who was being led by a hyper redhead. Oh no, not at all. They were staring because they knew something interesting and fun would happen if it involved three of the most popular people at Azumano Academy.
Especially if Chairman Satoshi and Secretary Daisuke were part of that three people. And of course, who wouldn't want to watch as Satoshi, the Ice Prince of Year Two shouting, and squeaking, indignantly like a small child? It was too priceless a scene to pass.
Plus, it was a treat to see Daisuke in his party clothes. Unlike during school hours, the redhead was quite… showy of his body during after hours. Currently, the redhead was wearing a dark red tight-fitting sleeveless collared shirt and tight black jeans that showed off his ass, secured around his slender hips by several dark red belts with small silver clasps at different places to keep them all in place. He wore black, fingerless gloves and two strips of black cloth were wound tightly around his wrist and forearm, the ends dangling around loosely. His feet were sock-less and clad in black sneakers; he had opted to be 'casual' tonight instead of wearing his favorite black leather boots. His hair was a usual mess of flaming red.
Meanwhile, Satoshi wore what he usually wore; a three-quarter sleeved white-collared, white cuffed dark blue shirt that hung closely to his slim frame and a pair of dark blue jeans that were not as tight as Daisuke's, secured by nothing but a simple white belt with a small silver clasp. His feet were clad in plain white socks and dark blue and white-soled sneakers. Pale blue hair, the only one of its kind in the whole of Azumano Academy, almost as messy as Daisuke's, though Satoshi's seemed frozen in place somehow, like ice.
Reese, being the respectable vice-Chairman that he was, wore a loose white shirt and loose-fitting faded blue jeans. He wore a pair of white sneakers and his midnight-blue hair fell just below is ears.
As Daisuke continued searching for his cousin, Satoshi stopped his struggling and went limp in Reese's arms. He glared at the floor, knowing that everyone was staring at them by now, and stubbornly kept his gaze in place when Daisuke yelled "Dark!" happily.
And there, a few feet in front of the trio, was the purple haired Kaitou, in his tight black sleeveless shirt, almost identical to Daisuke's, and tight black pants, was still moving along with the song blaring through the speakers with the two redheaded girls. He stopped, though, when he heard Daisuke's excited yell, and looked up. At first, confusion flitted through his amethyst eyes when he saw a pissed-off-looking Satoshi hanging limply in a seemingly impassive Reese's arms, glaring at the floor.
Then he smirked and waved off the redheads next to him and walked over to a hyper Daisuke. Daisuke practically bounced in his place as Dark approached them, and Dark had to grin at his childishness.
"Well, well, well," drawled the Kaitou mockingly as he smirked down at Satoshi with his hands on his hips. Satoshi winced slightly before continuing to glare at the floor. "Satoshi-kun, what brings you here in the land of dancing hearts?"
Satoshi ignored him and intensified his glare on the floor. There was silence in the room, save for the loud music, as everyone held their breaths, eager and anxious to see any sort of interaction between the popular jock and troublemaker of Azumano and the cold Chairman. Everyone knew of Dark's desire for Satoshi, even the teachers, who could do nothing lest they wanted to get fired by Dark's parents (who, conveniently, were the richest people, next to Satoshi and Krad's and Daisuke's families, in Azumano), since the two had first set eyes on each other. As different as they were, it couldn't be denied that the two looked perfect for each other. As it was, Dark had been after Satoshi (more exactly, his butt) for almost three years now, and due to Satoshi's constant refusals, everyone was thirsty for any Satoshi x Dark action (A/N: I am, anyway! Okay, shutting up, now.).
Dark chuckled, both because of Satoshi's stubbornness and the crowd's anxiety, and grabbed the bluenette's chin gently, pulling his face up so that he had no choice but to look into Dark's intense amethyst orbs.
"I thought you said you hated dancing?" drawled Dark, fighting the urge to crush his lips against the blue-haired beauty right there and then.
Satoshi narrowed his eyes and bit his lower lip when a warm feeling spread from Dark's hand, searing through his whole body. Holding back a moan, he hissed, "I do, Dark. I'm here against my will." He emphasized the last word by shrugging his shoulders, which only worked halfway as he was still in Reese's strong grip.
Dark smirked. "A prisoner, then?"
"Of a sort," replied Satoshi through gritted teeth. He wanted so much to wipe that annoying smirk off his face.
Dark smirked one more time before dropping his hand to his side and leaning back in a cool manner. "Well, then. As I am the 'King' of this land, I shall decide your punishment, ne, Satoshi-kun?"
Satoshi scowled at him, a low growl sounding from his throat. The warm feeling had disappeared, now that Dark was no longer touching him, and half of his mind was appalled when he realized that he wanted to feel the warmth again. His rational mind screamed that that was impossible, but Satoshi knew it to be true. But he wasn't going to tell Dark that. The Kaitou would probably gloat about it endlessly.
So, the bluenette replied harshly, "I am not in the mood, Dark. Tell Katara to put me down."
Dark smirked again. "Alright then. Let him go, Reese-kun."
The midnight-haired teen raised a brow and looked at Dark for a moment before doing as he was asked. Satoshi yelped indignantly as he fell onto the floor on his rear and winced slightly when pain shot up his spine. Then, before he could do anything, a different pair of arms, slightly and beautifully tanned, grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up to his feet.
Dark held the bluenette close to his chest (he distinctly heard the crowd gasp and cheer and Daisuke yell "Go Dark!"), leaning down to whisper huskily, "Let's see if I can get you 'in the mood', then, Satoshi-kun."
Satoshi's eyes widened and his breath hitched slightly as Dark's warm breaths ghosted over the shell of his ear. His mind was on an overdose of emotions as warmth began spreading throughout his body again. He struggled to keep his mind clear, trying to differentiate between Dark's hands on his shoulders and the heat emanating from the Kaitou's chest. Both were so pleasant though…
"D-Dark…" he murmured, stifling a moan, trying so very hard, and yet, failing so very miserably, to keep himself from reacting to the Kaitou's gentle ministrations.
His body, though, had other ideas, and he heard Dark chuckle quietly as a large, hard thing dug into his left hip. Satoshi let out a moan as he lost himself, mind finally going over the edge as it tried to get used to the strange, foreign feelings Satoshi was experiencing, feelings the bluenette had almost never felt before.
Almost…
Satoshi's eyes, having fallen close when he moaned, snapped open and he suddenly realized what was happening. Letting out a strangled yelp, he pressed his hands against Dark's chest and pushed, startling the Kaitou.
Dark was disappointed when Satoshi pushed him back, but his disappointment disappeared when he saw the horrified look in Satoshi's normally-emotionless eyes.
"Satoshi?" he said, making to pull the younger teen to him, but the bluenette stumbled back, falling onto the floor again.
"N-No! Don't!" stuttered the terrified teen, pushing away on his hands and elbows from the confused, and guilty, Dark. "S-stay away!"
"Sato-kun!" cried Daisuke from a few feet beside Dark. The teen knelt down on the floor and tried to move closer to the bluenette, who pushed away from him as well.
"N-no! O-onegai! Don't!" whimpered Satoshi, pulling his knees up to his chest.
"Sempai?" said Reese, who had been watching impassively from the side, now looking down at the cowering teen.
"Onegai! O-onegai!" whimpered Satoshi again, frightened eyes glistening with unshed tears.
Dark stared with wide, disbelieving eyes. What was happening? Why was Satoshi reacting this way? In all the time he had known the bluenette, he had never before seen him show any kind of weakness. Had Dark gone too far…?
Guilt weighed down upon the Kaitou more than it had ever before. Gods… Had he really scare Satoshi that much? Before his mind could ponder any further, though, a loud, commanding voice yelled above the music.
"Get out of my way!"
All heads, save for Satoshi's, turned to see a flushed-looking Krad, in his usual white garments, pushing past the crowd of teenagers on the dance floor. Caine was not far behind him, panting as well.
"Satoshi," breathed Krad when his golden eyes rested upon his younger brother's cowering form on the dance floor. Quickly, he made his way over to the bluenette, who pulled away from him. But Krad was stronger, so Satoshi was left with no choice as Krad pulled him close to his chest, whispering soft words into his ear.
Satoshi whimpered again before falling silent. After a while, his tensed muscles relaxed under Krad's arms, and Krad kissed his forehead softly, mentally smiling when he saw the peaceful look on Satoshi's face as the smaller teen fell asleep.
"K-Krad?"
Krad snapped his golden eyes up to look into Dark's anxious amethyst orbs. "Krad, look, I'm sorry! I really am! I didn't know he'd--"
Krad silenced him with a look and said quietly, "It wasn't your fault. Satoshi's tired, so I'm bringing him back. Make sure you guys get back before midnight."
With that, the blonde 'angel' stood, holding his younger brother protectively, and walked away from a stunned, confused and guilty Dark.
"It's okay, Dark. It wasn't your fault, and he'll be fine."
Dark looked at Caine, who stared back emotionlessly with his reddish-black orbs. After a moment, Caine nodded a goodbye and left, walking in the direction Krad had disappeared to. Dark stared after him, then looked at Daisuke, who had 'worry' etched all over his face. Even Reese looked concerned.
Dark scowled and stomped off after the first two teens, not feeling as festive as he had when he had arrived at the club.
Tbc…
Sempai- An honorific that shows respect, usually towards an elder.
Lief: Well, that's the second chapter. Hope you guys liked it! Please R&R! I appreciate any kinds of comments, plus my muses are getting bored.
Cyren: Uhh… Try living in a half-empty mind all day. It really does get old.
Syren: Hmm… I wouldn't say so. Besides, Lief's mind isn't half-empty! It's just half-full.
Cyren: … That's the same thing.
Syren?-? Really?
Cyren: (rolls eyes) No, duh!
Lief: (sweatdrops) Uhh… Right. Anyway, see ya!