Lief: YAY! ˆ-ˆ Someone got the answer to the identity of the mysterious stranger right (I honestly thought it was pretty obvious who it was)! And the Double-Choc Chip Cookie goes to… FISHTaNK the Yaoi Fan! Hooray for you! Enjoy your cookie! Anyways, here's the next chappy! 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 VI: Yakuza
Two, large, magnificent wings, one carved from marble of the blackest of black while the other of alabaster paler than even the moon, folded over their owner, an inhumanly-large angel of pale gray stone that sat upon a three-foot-tall, equally-gray, column, its arms folded over its chest as a small huddled figure curled into its cold, eternal embrace. Once-perfect features upon the clear gray face, now eroded by harsh winds and unforgiving storms, looked down upon the small form in its arms blankly, emotionless as a dark vortex in space. Intricately carved runes lined what could be seen of its hard, smooth robes, robes of stone as gray as the angel's marred face.
Satoshi let his tears fall as he snuggled deeper into the angel's arms, ignoring the cold that seeped into his very bones. Cold, azure eyes, glistening with many more unshed tears held back by the sole determination of not wanting to show weakness, gazed unseeingly into the smooth surface of the angel's arms, as several emotions and thoughts raced through him at breakneck speed.
Anger, sorrow, pain, fear; every emotion he had tried so very hard to ignore, to bury away, along with his past.
Love, joy, warmth, security; every feeling he wanted, yet pushed away, in the hopes he would not get hurt again.
Now, now all of them were coming back at him, pushing and banging and screaming against his barriers. He refused them access, as he did every time he came here. It was the same every time, wasn't it…? But, no. No, this time, they asked him questions. Questions he himself had asked so many times before…
Was there any reason he should not cry?
No.
Was there any reason he should not break?
No.
Was there any reason he should not fear?
No.
Was there any reason he should have to live?
…
No answer came as easy as before, only eerie silence that seemed almost deafening compared to Dark's pointless ramblings.
Dark…
There was that name. The name he longed to utter without venom, the name he wished would cease echoing in his mind so endlessly, giving him false dreams. The name that instilled fear and hope within his frozen heart impossibly at the same time. Just as Kiesu once did.
Kiesu…
Why could he not leave him alone? Why did he have to haunt him as well? Why? Why? Why? Why did Kiesu hurt him in the first place? Why had he trusted Kiesu? How could he have ever trusted that monster?
Flashes of long-buried memories played continuously before his mind's eye; reminding him of small, dark rooms and the stench of freshly-spilled blood assaulting his nose.
Pain.
There was pain first.
Then, sorrow.
Sorrow came after pain; it had always been that way.
After that was fear.
Fear came after sorrow.
And after all's said and done, anger would rear its ugly head.
Anger would make him see red.
Was that not what Kiesu had said?
Pain in life, sorrow after death, fear then strikes, and all see red?
When you're hurt, you feel sad, because you don't know why god is hurting you. And when you feel sad, you'll feel afraid. Afraid of what will happen next if god does not love you as you were told. And when you fear of being unloved, you become angry. Angry at god for not loving you as he should have, for thinking you unworthy of being graced by his divine warmth.
It was a cycle that was repeated over and over until you finally lose all emotions, and inevitably, your mind.
Kiesu always whispered those things to him, as he touched him, held him, embraced him with his cold arms. Whispers of insanity.
Satoshi did not lose his mind, though. No, far from it. But he lost his soul; his emotions. He lost the very core of his being; the thing that made him who he was, what he was. He lost his heart.
But Dark…
Why did he have to meet Dark? Why was fate so cruel to send him the fallen angel that persistently pestered him, and, perhaps unknowingly, awoken within him emotions that had been sealed away inside the frozen lump that he had learned to accept was to be his heart for the rest of eternity?
Why did fate have to be so cruel?
Dark…
As much as he wanted to feel the foreign emotions the Kaitou gave him, he was too afraid to fully accept them. Was it worth the risk? Was Dark worth breaking down the multiple barriers he had built around himself through the five years of so-called 'recovery'?
Dark. Dark. Dark.
It echoed, once again, endlessly in his drowning mind.
Dark. Dark. Dark.
Should he…?
Dark. Dark. Dark.
… trust the Kaitou?
Dark. Dark. Dark.
Could he…?
Dark. Dark. Dark.
… trust…
Dark! Dark! Dark!
---+---
"DARK!"
"Wha-!" Dark yelled, jolting up in his bed as his drowsy mind was dragged, rather rudely, out of la-la land and into the land of consciousness.
"Dark?"
Bright, worried orbs of crimson bore into his own, wild and unfocused, amethyst eyes. Dark blinked a few times before shaking his head in an attempt to get rid of the sudden dizziness setting in.
"Dark?" repeated Daisuke worriedly.
"I… I'm fine," reassured Dark, scowling as he rubbed his temple.
"What's wrong, Dark?" asked Daisuke, watching silently. "You were mumbling in your sleep."
"Was I?" asked the Kaitou absently, shaking his head once more before sliding off his bed. "I'm fine, Dai," he said when Daisuke gave him a look. "Where were you, anyway?"
Daisuke moved away so that Dark could go to the bathroom and said, "I went to see Krad."
Dark froze in his tracks and his headache immediately became the least of his worries. "Krad?" he said over his shoulder.
"Yea, Krad," replied Daisuke, looking at him oddly. "He just woke up when I went. Satoshi wasn't there, though." This made the Kaitou's heart flutter uneasily for a moment and Daisuke watched with narrowed eyes as Dark began shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. "You haven't seen him, have you, Dark?" asked the redhead quietly.
Dark gave a nervous chuckle and looked around the room distractedly, not very eager to meet the eyes of his cousin. "Eh, why'd you say that? Of course I haven't!"
Daisuke's eyes narrowed further. "Dark…" he said warningly.
Dark sweatdropped slightly and gave a small sigh. "Alright. Fine. I did see him."
Daisuke's eyes returned to their normal size and the redhead smiled. "I knew it. You always were a bad liar."
"Only when it's you I'm lying to," muttered Dark glumly, shoulders slumping.
"Why didn't you just tell me you saw him?" asked Daisuke, ignoring the purple-haired teen's comment. "It's not a crime or anything. So, where is he now? Is he alright?"
"Uhh… Well… You see," stuttered Dark, wondering what the hell he would say.
"Dark…" said Daisuke, seeing his cousin's stutters. "What happened…?"
Dark practically deflated as he sighed again, mumbling something that Daisuke couldn't quite hear.
"What?" said Daisuke, frowning as he leaned forward to hear better.
"I said," began Dark, taking a deep breath before continuing, "IkissedhiminEnglishClassandheranoffandtoldmetoleavehimaloneandIdon'tknowwherehewent."
Daisuke's frown deepened as he tried to take in what Dark had said. Dark then took another deep breath as the redhead blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
"YOU WHAT!"
Dark flinched. Daisuke twitched. Another shout sounded from outside.
"DARK MOUSY!"
Again, Dark flinched. But before he could do anything else, a seriously-pissed-off-looking Krad barged in through their door (which was conveniently half-open). The furious blond 'angel' made his way to a shocked and frightened Dark, waving something grayish in his hand.
"What the fuck is this, Dark!" yelled the blonde, shoving the gray thing in Dark's face.
Dark grabbed the gray thing and pulled it away a little to actually see it, glancing at Krad, who gave him a venomous glare in return. Daisuke, scowling, looked at the paper over Dark's shoulder, paled almost immediately.
Dark's eyes had widened to the size of saucers as the amethyst orbs rested upon a black and white picture of him and Satoshi in English Class that morning, with him holding the bluenette around the elbows while pushing said bluenette against the desk behind them.
"Shit," he muttered, eyes continuing downwards to read what was written below the picture.
EARLY BIRD GETS THE WORM?
By Takeshi Saehara
Early this very morning, at precisely 6.36 a.m., school Chairman, Azumano Academy's resident Ice Prince and phenomenal genius, Satoshi Hikari, was witnessed, kissing- yes, my fellow students, kissing- the Prince of Jocks and all-out playboy, Dark Mousy, in Literary English Class while everyone was sleeping.
Now, one would think Mousy would lay low after Hikari's freak-out session late last night at Honey's, where many other students were present to witness the temporary break-down of our dear Chairman, ne?
Well, as seen in the picture above, it would seem that Mousy has done quite the opposite. Of course, it is quite understandable for Hikari to succumb to Mousy's so-called 'charms' after resisting for over three years, but making out in English Class? Clichéd, wouldn't you say?
But, the real question is, what would Azumano Academy's 'Angel', Krad Hikari, have to say to this unorthodox manner of hooking up? Will he actually allow Mousy to-
Before Dark could finish, the Academy Times was snatched out of his hands, and as he looked up to growl at whoever it was that had interrupted his reading, he was suddenly assaulted by Krad's flaming gold eyes glaring at him ten times deadlier than before.
Dark grinned sheepishly at him. "Uhh… Oops?"
"DARK!" yelled Krad, huffing. "What the fuck were you thinking? Kissing Satoshi? In English Class? Even after last night?"
Dark stared down at the floor guiltily, wincing with each syllable uttered by Krad. Daisuke, meanwhile, grabbed the Academy Times and continued to read the article, eyes rapidly flying over the small-printed words in record time.
"Hell, Dark, do you know what'll happen if this gets out?" continued Krad, shaking his fists in the air. "If our parents find out?"
"Since when have you cared what your parents thought?" muttered Dark.
"I don't care what our parents think!" replied Krad angrily. "Fuck, they could jump off a cliff for all I care! What I care about is what'll happen to Satoshi! Do you know what you've done? You've brought the whole school's, heck, probably the whole town's, attention to you and Satoshi! And Satoshi doesn't need that! Not now that--"
When Krad abruptly stopped, Dark's curiosity got the better of his fear and guilt, and he looked up at Krad's flushed face.
"Now that what?" he asked.
Krad didn't answer.
"Krad."
Both Dark and Krad turned to look at Daisuke, who stared at Krad with determined red orbs. "Answer him."
Krad looked about to shout at Daisuke, but the redhead glared at him, causing him to stop. Krad narrowed his eyes before sighing and falling onto his knees on the fluffy floor of Dark's side of the room.
Daisuke knelt down next to him and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, before embracing him from the side.
"Tell us what's wrong, Krad," whispered the redhead. "Tell us what's going on."
Krad closed his eyes and leaned into Daisuke's embrace, sighing tiredly. "Satoshi…"
"What's wrong with Satoshi?" asked Daisuke.
Dark, momentarily forgotten, sat himself down in front of them and listened intently.
"He…" continued Krad. "He… He said Kiesu's back."
"Kiesu?" echoed Daisuke confusedly. "Who's that?"
Krad sighed again. "Five… Five years ago… our mother fell sick. Deathly so. There was nothing the doctors could do to make her better. Our… father, he sent us to live with our godfather, father's close associate, to make sure we wouldn't get sick, as well. But… but something went wrong. While we stayed there, Satoshi and I…
"It was all my fault," sobbed the blonde suddenly, and Daisuke tightened his hold around him. "If… if I hadn't convinced Satoshi to come out, nothing would've happened… Satoshi wouldn't've gotten… gotten hurt…"
"Shh… It's alright, Krad," whispered Daisuke soothingly.
Krad calmed down, somewhat, and continued, though quite shakily. "We… We got lost… When we went out… We got lost and… and we met another boy… He said his name was Kiesu… Kiesu Hataka. He said he'd help us, so we followed him and…
"And then, we found out that Kiesu wasn't… wasn't… Well, Kiesu was the son of a Yakuza."
Daisuke gasped softly and Krad took a deep breath before continuing. "And he… wanted Satoshi. He wanted Satoshi… Of course, I fought. I couldn't just let them have my otouto… But… in the end… they got us.
"I don't know what they did to Satoshi, and I don't think I ever want to, but… whatever it was, Satoshi never really… healed. It was about three months before we escaped them… With Caine's help…"
"Was that how you met Caine?" asked Daisuke quietly, trying to distract Krad from thinking too much about his unpleasant stay with the son of a Yakuza.
Krad nodded. "Yea… They took him in while he was on the streets. Nobody cared about him, so he was easy prey for them. But he didn't like it there, either. So we escaped together.
"A couple of police officers found us, and took us back. Told us that we'd been all over the news when we 'mysteriously disappeared'. Satoshi and me, I mean. No one knew Caine. When we got back, our mother, she'd recovered, fortunately, and father were there. We were asked where we'd been, how were we.
"I answered most of their questions. Satoshi was still… still too hurt… to say anything. And we… well, we came back to Azumano immediately after that. Satoshi never left home. And I tried to help him forget.
"But… But now… Satoshi told me last night, when he woke up, that Kiesu's back…" Krad shook his head angrily. "And… And now… now I don't know what to do!"
"Shh…" said Daisuke, rubbing circles on the blonde's back. "Shh… It's okay, Krad. Just… just relax."
"How can I?" whispered Krad furiously. "How can I when that bastard's out there?"
"You have to, Krad," replied Daisuke. "Satoshi doesn't need you to be like this Krad. You have to calm down or you won't be able to think properly."
That said, Daisuke began humming a soothing song, trying to calm the blonde once more. While doing so, he glanced over to where Dark was, only to see empty space in the place of his purple-haired cousin. Slightly disconcerted as to where the Kaitou could've gone to in such a hurry, Daisuke continued humming to Krad, deciding to look for Dark later.
Tbc…
Lief: Well… That sucks. Wahh! I'm sorry! I got stinking author's block in the middle of writing this chapter. I'm so sorry. (sighs) Anyway, please excuse my oh-so-ridiculous article; I failed my journalism class, you know. I'm a writer, not a reporter. So, anyway, ignore it if you want.
Syren: Cheer up, Lief. It wasn't that bad.
Lief: (sniffs) You're just saying that 'cause you're my muse.
Cyren: … Duh.
Lief: –.– Bastard. I thought you were my muse. (sighs) Anyway, please R&R. I hear reviews help get rid of author's block. A yakuza is a criminal, by the way, for those who do not know. And it was around two p.m. when they read the article, so it gave Takeshi (the so-called mysterious stranger ˆˆ) enough time to print out about a dozen copies of the Academy Times (which is a sucky name for a newspaper, don't ya think?). Yea, I know, Dark slept a lot, ne (this comment is totally off subject)? Oh, and did I mention that school hasn't started yet? They're just living there like at a boarding school. Anyway, I guess I'd better go now. 'Till the next chap.