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 IV: Thoughts (Literally)

Clouded, icy azure eyes stared out the thin-glassed window, fogged by early morning dew and slightly gleaming from the faint light of the rising sun. Satoshi shivered slightly and pulled his legs closer to his chest, resting his chin over is knees. Sighing, he glanced to his side, over to Krad's side of the room, which contrasted strongly against the bluenette's.

Satoshi's part had walls painted the darkest of dark blue, with slight splashes of gold here and there on the ceiling, giving the impression of a clear, midnight sky littered with stars. Everything on his side was dark blue, sky blue, or anything else that had shades of blue.

His desk was of wood painted dark blue, his dresser, which rested against the wall next to his desk, was a sky blue, his laptop was dark blue, almost blending in with his desk, and his bedside table was a pale baby blue. There was a dark blue sofa-chair leaning against the wall beside the window, facing his bed. The sheets of his four poster bed was a pale blue color, darker than the sky, but lighter than his ceiling, and the duvet that covered it was dark blue. The canopy above was identical to the duvet and so were the drapes hanging from the posts. His pillows, too, were dark blue, and as was the carpet that covered the floor of his side of the room. Satoshi had had decided, three years ago, when he and Krad had first transferred here, that he liked being surrounded by the calm, soothing color.

Meanwhile, Krad's side was filled with gold, white and an occasional red left behind by Daisuke. His four poster bed, identical to Satoshi's in all aspects save for coloring, had drapes of gold, a canopy of white, sheets of gold and a gold duvet with white embroidery of angelic and batty wings twirling around each other, suiting him quite well, in Satoshi's opinion. His pillows were bright gold as well, laced with white. He had a large desk, larger than Satoshi's, of white-washed wood and a large gold folder resting atop it, leaning against white-painted walls with golden drawings of several winged angels dancing all around. He had a bedside table of gold-painted wood and his floor was covered with fluffy gold carpet. Krad also had a long gold sofa next to his desk, where he usually sat whenever he was free and wanted to read a book or something.

Satoshi did not very much like the brightness of Krad's side of the room (he preferred the Dark wink, wink; nudge, nudge), but his brother seemed quite peaceful whenever Satoshi saw him sleeping among his golds and whites, and Krad had never complained about Satoshi's blue fetish (though the bluenette knew he was not fond of the majority of the younger teen's choice of the dark shades of sapphire), so Satoshi kept quite about it and tolerated it for his brother's sake.

But right then, as Satoshi's dulled eyes adjusted to the sudden change of bright scenery, Krad's sleeping face was not so peaceful. Not so peaceful at all. His pale, perfect features were contorted by a scowl he wore and his hands, delicate, yet strong, were clutching a pillow tightly, manicured, sharp nails almost digging into the soft fabric of its golden cloth case. Satoshi frowned sadly and forced his eyes away from Krad; it was all his fault the blonde was worried, this Satoshi knew.

Krad had always been overprotective of his younger brother, especially after… what had happened almost five years ago. The blond-haired 'angel' was always looking out for Satoshi, trying so very hard to be there for the bluenette no matter what. Always putting his younger brother's welfare over his own. It was sometimes quite worrying for the bluenette whenever his brother pushed himself so hard. There was one time when Krad had almost lost his life doing so…

Satoshi had never gotten over that. He didn't knew what he'd have done if Krad had died. The 'angel' was like the thread of reason in Satoshi's half-woven life, where too many loose ends existed because someone up there thought it was funny watching a young boy suffer through hardships that should not be faced by one so innocent. Krad kept Satoshi from losing his mind, from losing to himself. He kept the bluenette together whenever the younger teen felt like falling apart.

And by doing so, Satoshi knew it hurt the blonde, though Krad, of course, would never admit to it. No, Krad would merely laugh it off and say it was what older brothers were for, or just smile silently at Satoshi, while deep inside, his heart would throb painfully. Satoshi knew, for he could see it clearly in his golden eyes. The bright, seemingly-innocent orbs that always looked at Satoshi kindly, lovingly, neither judging nor ignoring the bluenette. Merely accepting him as he was; someone who had feelings and thoughts just as much as the next human being.

Satoshi was never very much liked by others around him. Even at a young age, the teen had always been a fast learner, giving the saying of scientists that young minds absorbed knowledge like sponges a whole new meaning. The bluenette had, on his own, learned to read at the age of two and had learned to talk by the age of three. He had managed to grasp the concept of life and death, however morbid that sounds, by age of three and a half. A three-almost-four-year-old grasping any kind of concept is, in itself, quite astonishing, and Satoshi had been considered a genius by many scholars by the time he was four.

Of course, being a genius lost him his childhood, and the bluenette was always found either in a room studying with his private tutors (not that he needed to), or alone in his parents' vast library, reading about several advanced subjects only an adult, or someone with a curious mind, would find interesting.

But Krad; he had always found Satoshi interesting. Like Satoshi, the blonde, too, was quite a genius, possibly more so. For, unlike Satoshi, he had had enough sense to pretend he was not one. Krad was very observant, ever since he first opened his golden orbs as a squealing infant in his mother's arms. Krad had known when he was little that he was different. And he had known that being different was not a very nice thing, for people tended to treat you differently, so he had acted as though he was any other normal little boy; stupid, energetic and occasionally rude.

So, when Satoshi was born, Krad could not help but be fascinated by the other boy. Krad saw perfection in every aspect of his little brother, where others saw only flaws that needed to be corrected. Satoshi was beautiful, intelligent, and innocent. To Krad, he was the angel.

And when Satoshi had been deprived of his childhood, Krad had brought it upon himself to give the boy one. Everyday, after Satoshi's lessons, Krad would drag his little brother off to their mother's garden and they would play and laugh and do things other little boys did. Krad loved it when his little brother laughed; the soft sound was heavenly music to his ears.

But while Satoshi enjoyed talking and playing with his older brother, he had always wondered what it was like to meet other people and to make friends. When Satoshi had asked his brother, Krad had brought him to meet his friends, who, in the end, had teased and mocked Satoshi to no end, which crushed his little heart into a thousand pieces. He had never stepped out of the mansion they lived in after that incident, no matter how much Krad begged and apologized. And even a few years after, when Satoshi finally gave in to brother's pleadings, the other incident occurred and…

Well, Satoshi never completely trusted anyone after that, save for Krad, Daisuke, Dark (only because Daisuke trusted him), Reese and Caine (who, I have neglected to mention, had been involved in the 'incident' nearly four years ago). He pushed people away when they tried to pry, and with the help of Krad and Caine, it wasn't much of a challenge to do so. As lonely as Satoshi felt most of the time, even with Krad and the others, Satoshi couldn't find it in his broken, frozen heart to forgive humanity for what it had done to Krad, Caine and himself.

Satoshi shook his head slightly, blinking when the light of the sun outside became brighter as the ball of flames rose higher in the sky. He glanced at his digital wrist watch, all black with white hands and sitting on his bedside table innocently, and saw that it was six a.m. He had woken up at five thirty-five… Which meant he had been thinking for… Twenty-five minutes…

Eyes widening, the bluenette scowled a little as he shook his head. He had to stop spacing out so much…

A soft murmur from Krad made the teen look over in the blonde's direction and Satoshi slid off his bed quietly, still clad in the clothes he was wearing last night. Another silent, inaudible murmur passed Krad's lips before the 'angel' snuggled deeper into his pillows and fell silent. Satoshi watched his older brother for a moment, silently admiring the utter brilliance of the sun's rays shining against the 'angel', making him look… well, angelic.

Then Satoshi smiled softly before slipping out the wooden door of their room, which stood in the middle of the line which separated Satoshi's side from Krad's. He silently closed the door behind him as he stepped out into the deserted hallway of the boys' dorm at block C of Azumano Academy. Satoshi sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his back against the cool wood of the door of his and Krad's room.

Flashes of dark green eyes and the feeling of cold pale hands upon him caused the bluenette to gasp quietly and snap open his eyes in shock and fear. Panting slightly, Satoshi stared at the wooden-floors beneath him as he tried to calm down his rapidly beating heart. Remembering why he was awake so early in the first place, the bluenette sighed again, tiredly, before pushing himself off the door behind him and beginning a slow walk down the still-dark hallway.

There were no windows on the dark, thick-wood walls of the halls, except at the other end of the hall, the opposite direction of where Satoshi was headed, but Satoshi could see well enough not to trip over anything. After passing three doors, all identical, from his and Krad's, Satoshi reached Daisuke's and Dark's room, though he did not stop.

In fact, he ignored the room completely and merely continued down the hall. He was not ready yet for Daisuke's inevitable, and almost expected, tirade of questions as to why Satoshi had acted as he did and whether he was alright or not. Nor was he ready for Dark's probable, and possibly endless, teasing of the bluenette's freak out-session.

No, Satoshi would face Daisuke and Dark (though he'd hoped he'd never have to see the Kaitou again after yesterday night's embarrassing scene, trust or no trust) in his own time, when he was ready. For now, the bluenette needed time alone to think, even if he had done enough of that in his and Krad's room. He wanted to be alone, if only for an hour or two, and think things through before he would face anyone. Even Krad.

And so, Satoshi quietly climbed down the stairs at the end of the hall and exited the silent building, breathing in the fresh air that hit him as he found himself facing the school's courtyard, where flowers of many different varieties were planted into the lush, green ground, surrounding a large circle fountain of a unicorn standing on its hind legs, clean, clear water spouting out its delicately-shaped spiral horn.

Satoshi knew every detail of the fountain and did not spare it a second glance; it was another one of his and Krad's family's artwork, a Hikari artwork, sculpted by a distant cousin or something who had passed away years ago and donated it to Azumano Academy.

Satoshi walked down a brick path that wound around block C, sheltered from the rising sun's mighty rays by stone headers connected to the side of the red-brick building beside him. As Satoshi walked, hands in the pocket of his jeans and eyes downcast, obviously deep in thought, he did not notice the strange figure lurking in the bushes that lined the bricked pathway, holding a camera tightly in lightly tanned hands as eyes of soft brown stared at the bluenette's back attentively.

"Where are you going so early in the morning, Hikari?" murmured the figure, narrowing its eyes.

Tbc…

Lief: Ah, right. I'm sorry, Dark-Angel09, I said I was gonna make Dark try to apologize, but I got carried away with the Satoshi-contemplating-and-deep-in-thought scene, so it got kinda long, and my muses made me cut it off here. I'm really sorry. It'll be in the next chapter, though, I promise.

Syren: I'm sure she'll forgive you, Lief, she's nice. … (looks at Cyren, who just stares at nothing uncaringly) Right?

Cyren: (shrugs) Don't know. Don't care.

Syren: O.o What do you mean you don't care? She's a reviewer! A long reviewer at that!

Cyren: … So?

Syren: T-T You…

Lief: Uhh… I think I'll cut this off now. Please pay no mind to what Cyren says. He's kinda the angsty-meanie-evil-sarcastic-muse type. He's always like this. Anyhow, I really am sorry, Dark-Angel09. Please don't hate me!

Syren: … (puffs angrily at Cyren) Hmph. Bastard. (looks away to suddenly smile at the computer screen) But please R&R! We love feedback! … Me and Lief, anyway…