Lief: OMG! I am so sorry for taking so long to update!! Honestly I am! (ducks as several objects, sharper than the ones Daisuke had thrown at Dark, flies all over the place) Meh, I guess I deserved that… Haizz… Anyway, I guess it won't matter if I said that my computer had a breakdown and deleted the whole story and what little of this chapter I had done while I still had author's block? (more objects are thrown and boos accompany them) Uhh… right… Yeah, I guess I deserved that too… Haizz… I guess you should go read now before I die of being boo-ed.

But before that… Here are review replies. I don't usually reply in my chapters, as I have mentioned before, but for some reason, the reply button on No More's review page won't work (goes to sulk in a corner, mumbling about evil, grudge-holding computers and good-for-nothing broadband access).

Dark-Angel09: Dude, or well lady, you know what I mean! anyways yeah I was thinking before why no one was in the halls or anything, and if classes were just late, but now it makes sense. Also I thought Takeshi after you said it was another charecter from dnangel! Darn, Oh well. Also that was sad kinda, Being a captive for 3 months, and no one even cared about Caine T.T oh how sad. But yeah, so the mom didn't die? I totally thought she was gonna xD good job, I was thrown off. I like that it doesn't always have to be a tragedy right? Thats so cool. and also, they were missed and being looked for, some stories probably would make it out like the parents were bad and didn't care, so I'm happy you did it that way. Also the artivle was good. Ugh, if my teacher were here though it'd be all red, seriously she was so mean! Every paper I got back was red!! Covered in her little checking pen! and you know what this year she's my L.A. teacher! (sorry back to the review.) You did a nice job, and so I think you deserve a plushie this time! -hands you one of Satoshi- ha its rare! Be happy! and don't let writers block get you down, use your own experiences with twists in them, sometimes it helps! I'm trying to make my reviews not be so long, otherwise I look a little too weird -sweatdrop- Welps update soon if you can. Cuz it's awesome!

-Whoopies!!! I can't believe you gave me another long review! I wuve you! (goes hearty eyes as she stares at the name) Ahem... (coughs, coughs)Anyways, yea... I was kinda in a bad mood when I wrote about Caine's history in another Word Document, no thanks to Cyren (Cyren: (from across the room) Oi! Don't blame it on me, you stupid idiot!), so Caine had the misfortune of enduring a cruel childhood as a Yakuza captive.

But on a lighter side, I gave him a nice little (okay, so it's not really little) home with a loving foster family. But that's for another chappie, so... my lips are sealed. Anyways, THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE PLUSHI:3 Me likes... Heheh... But what's this I hear about shortening the length of reviews?! NO! Please! Don't do that! I like weird ppl... I'm weird, too...

Ps: Thanks for the review and encouraging words; you helped very much. Btw, I'm a lady. ;P Ok, mebbe not a Lady, but a gal, nonetheless.

Mizuki Hikari: continue .

-Meh... It' snpot that I'm ungrateful, really, I'm glad you reviewed, but... I honestly wish you would say something else... 'Cause I really don't know what's your opinion and I'm the kind that likes to know. So... Pwease? Tell me... And thanks for reviewing, btw.

FISHTaNK The Evil Fangirl: nibbles on my cookie (I changed the Yaoi Fan to Evil Fangirl XP)

I love how you had Dark say what he did really fast and have Daisuke figure it out and have kRad charge in a minute later and how Sato thought about everything. I like how you had them find out. Keep up the great work and update asap

Sally the Stephs

-Heheh. I was wondering how to get Krad to find out, or at least, how Dark would explain to Dai about what happened. Glad you liked it. And thanks for reviewing!

Ps: I'm curious... Why are you evil now? You're not gonna torture me for updating late, are you...?! O.o

NamarieGreenleaf: well i was like what is krad talking about for like five minutes until i realized! duh! well you can't blame me it's midnight-30 and i had a lotta soda.

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-Lolz. No, I don't really blame you. I like keeping awake into the night (it should really be day, though...) and get sugar rush by drinking a lotta soda. Thanks for reviewing!

The Oblivious Captain Anna: WOW...this story is awsome! I really can't wait to read more! I hope you update soon!

-You know... It was past midnight when I read your review and the first thing I thought was, 'Am I seeing her name right...?' xx I know, I know, everyone's entitled to their own choic of names, but honestly... Why'd you choose that...? No offence, I'm just curious (Cyren: (still sulking) More like nosy...). But anyways, I'm glad you liked and reviewed! I hope you're not too put off by the length of time it took for me to update.

Meine Welt: ...I'm sorry I didn't review for this yet! DX I'm such an idiot. This was posted even before I fell down the stairs! Agh! can't believe she missed it/berates self Anyway, I thought Dark was really going to die there for a while. Krad was pretty angry. Looking forward to a new chapter from you soon! I swear I won't miss it this time!

Heheh. I was wondering how to get Krad to find out, or at least, how Dark would explain to Dai about what happened. And don't worry. You shouldn't berate yourself so much. Everybody makes mistakes. It's better late than never, right? Anwyays, it's probably too late for this, but just for the heck of it, I hope you're getting better! And I'm sorry for the late chappie!

Title: No More

Author: Lief Nerys

Pairings: SatoshixDark, DaisukexKrad. Maybe ArgentinexTakeshi (depends on whether or not you guys agree on this... I myself have no idea where that came from, but they look cute! ... In my opinion)? 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 VII: Scandalous

Humming a tune to a song he didn't know the title of, Takeshi Saehara strolled down the stone pathway of the large, all-too-clean park at the edge of campus, earning looks from other students around him as they wondered why he was so joyfully skipping. Of course, not all students wondered, for some of them had already read the scandalous article he had produced. Those few, though they did not stare nor wonder, did get on his nerves a little as they gathered around him, asking him millions of questions they should've known he wouldn't give answers to without a price.

His irritation, though, did not dampen his high spirits, and he hastened his pace in order to lose the several students still questioning him. Said students, realizing he was not going to pay them any attention, left him alone after a while, and Takeshi grinned slightly. His pace still fast, he continued on his way to, where else but, the red brick building at the other end of the park, where the Academy's printing rooms were located.

Upon stepping foot within the almost-deserted block, he ceased his humming and paused a moment in his tracks, hovering in the doorway of the double doors and smiling brightly as he looked down the fairly plain-looking corridor. Still smiling, he started his track into the building and greeted a girl with shoulder-length dark red0 hair and hazel eyes who was pinning a few notices and sheets of pink paper upon a green pin-up board that hung on one side of the white walls of the corridor.

"Ohayo, Takamura-san," he said brightly.

The brunette barely spared him a glance as she continued pinning up the papers in her arms dutifully. "Ohayo, Saehara-san," she replied, scowling when a thumbtack refused to be pulled away from the green background of the board. "Why… so… happy?" she grunted, pulling the small, flat tip of the thumb tack.

Takeshi simply grinned at her, even though she wasn't looking at him. "Oh, no reason, Takamura-san."

He watched silently, and quietly amusedly, as Takamura continued with her tug-of-war with the thumb tack. She began to grunt even louder as she turned around in many different, and, might I add, lewd to the eyes of the observant Takeshi, positions to pull out the stubborn thumb tack, until, finally, it gave and she was thrown back by the force of her own pull. Takeshi tried to suppress the laughter tearing at his throat as he helped the now-grumbling-and-covered-in-little-sheets-of-pink-and-white-paper Takamura-san back to her feet.

Muttering a thanks, the sixteen-year-old Secretary of Student-Student Affairs(1) promptly proceeded to pick up the pieces of paper now scattered everywhere on the wooden floors beneath them.

"Ne, Nakoro-chan, have you seen Narumi-sensei?" asked Takeshi, helping her collect the papers.

Nakoro scowled a little as she thought about his question, still bending around to pick up the papers. "Anou… I think…," she paused before continuing, "I think he's in the printing room." She paused again before nodding firmly. "Yeah. Yeah, that's it. He went in with… with…"

Takeshi didn't wait for her to finish, having already gotten the information that he needed, and grinned as he stuffed the papers he had collected into her already-full arms and running down the corridor.

"Oi! Chotto matte!" shouted the Secretary exasperatedly as she struggled to balance the high stack of papers in her arms.

Takeshi just waved carelessly over his shoulder and continued running, turning round a corner before entering a room through a green-painted door right at the end of the small corridor.

"Narumi-sensei--" he started, but he stopped as his eyes widened into the size of saucers and his jaw fell to the ink-splattered floor of the dimly-lit room.

There, a few feet in front of him, leaning against the peach-gray printing machine on the other side of the room, was Takaru Narumi-sensei, his usually neat and clean-of-creases white shirt half unbuttoned and his black pants, tight and almost leathery, unzipped. In front of him, pushing him down against the printing machine almost violently, was an equally half-dressed, but still as dignified as ever, Argentine, lips locked tightly against the young teacher.

To say that Takeshi was shocked would've been an understatement. Never in his short life had he ever imagined himself finding the high-and-mighty Argentine practically devouring the lips of a teacher, let alone the young and clumsy, but in a cute way, Takaru Narumi. No, Argentine had always been too stuck up to actually do anything like that. At least, that was what Takeshi had thought.

Although, the young reporter had to admit, the young teacher was awfully handsome with his short, almost-curly, golden locks and all-too-innocent baby blue eyes that could've rivaled even Daisuke's crimson orbs in size, and he was really adorable when he was flushed whenever he dropped something by accident. Just like he looked now, as Argentine continued to suck and nibble on his obviously-bruising lips, his hands roaming all over the young man's body…

Crap, thought Takeshi suddenly, feeling the constriction of his pants. Blushing furiously, something he rarely did (blushing was Daisuke's, and occasionally Satoshi's, whenever Dark got too perverted, job, as far as he was concerned), he closed his still-open mouth and quickly, backed out of the small room, shutting the door as silently as he could.

His breath had hitched a few, he noted as he leaned back against the door of the printing room, and he was suddenly sweating, even though the temperature was quite cool. The bulge in his brown pants was still awfully visible, though, and he cringed. He wasn't like that, was he? Sure, he was okay with people like that, but to be one himself…

But then, being around queer people everyday in classes could've changed his way of thinking along the two years he'd been at Azumano Academy. After all, hadn't Keiji changed Funabashi?

Eyes widening, the now-gasping reporter shook his head fervently to clear his now-distraught mind. He should've known the thoughts that came after Keiji would've made his little problem down south worse.

"You saw them, then?"

Brown eyes snapped up to meet smirking hazel, and Takeshi blushed for the second time that day. Face now resembling a ripe tomato, he scowled at Nakoro.

"You… could've… warned me," he panted in a whisper, shifting from his position against the door behind him in an attempt to ignore the bulge in his pants.

Nakoro's gaze made their way lower down his almost-shaking body, causing Takeshi to turn redder, and she smirked again when she saw his awakened friend.

"I was going to," she drawled, crossing her arms over her chest. "But you went and ran off. But you seemed to have enjoyed that, ne?" Another smirk accompanied her statement, and Takeshi turned his body to the side to hide himself from her.

"That's none of your business," he snapped, still blushing furiously.

"Aww, don't be shy, Takeshi-kun," teased the redhead mercilessly. "We're not strangers in that department."

Takeshi blanched at that, red face suddenly turning paper white, as he could not help but remember that Nakoro was just as queer as any person he knew at the school.

It was quite known at Azumano Academy that the Student-Student Affairs Secretary was into guys as much as she was into flies. And she was not very into those dirty little insects. This didn't mean she hated boys, though. No, not at all. If anything, she was very understandable of them. Most guys actually came to her for solutions to emotional problems.

"Don't remind me," gagged Takeshi, clutching at his stomach as he was momentarily distracted from his hard on.

Nakoro grinned. "Whatever you say, Takeshi-kun," she replied. "Just remember that denial is very unhealthy for the mind(2)."

Takeshi rolled his eyes and was relieved when he felt that his pants weren't as tight as before. He sighed as he turned around to face Nakoro, who was still grinning like the Cheshire cat. He was about to say something when a loud moan sounded from the printing room and he blanched again as he felt his body responding again.

Nakoro couldn't help it anymore. The look on Takeshi's face was priceless and she burst out laughing there and then. Takeshi blushed again, mentally cursing himself, and shouted at the laughing redhead angrily.

"Shut up, Nakoro!" he yelled.

Nakoro paid him no heed and continued rolling around on the floor, laughing like a mad woman.

"Nakoro!" yelled Takeshi exasperatedly, and he was about to tell her to shut up again when the door of the printing room suddenly burst open.

"Saehara-kun? Takamura-kun? What're you two doing here?"

Takeshi's eyes widened and he stiffened as Nakoro struggled to stop laughing on the floor. The ebonette forced a smile on his face and turned around slowly to face a flushed–looking Narumi and an equally flushed, but, as mentioned before, as dignified as ever, Argentine, both of whom were now properly dressed.

"Saehara?" said Argentine, raising a brow at the ridiculously fake smile on the ebonette's oddly-red face.

"Y-yes, Argentine-san (A/N: That's long, man… x.x Shutting up now…)?" stuttered the ebonette, trying to ignore the irresistible way the sandy-blond haired boy looked with his face painted slightly by a small tinge of pink and the sexy way one of his delicate brow was raised.

Argentine's pale purple eyes, lilac almost, shrunk into mere slits as he stared suspiciously at Takeshi, then at the still-rolling-and-laughing Nakoro on the floor.

"Please answer Narumi-sensei's question," ordered the aristocratic teen, voice smooth and commanding.

Takeshi bit his lip for a moment before saying stupidly, "Question?"

"Yes, question," snapped Argentine impatiently.

"What question?"

Nakoro laughed even harder at this and Takeshi's blush grew deeper.

Argentine, though, did not find this funny. "Just tell us what you two are doing here, Saehara!" snapped the sandy-blond teen.

"O-oh," stuttered the ebonette embarrassedly. "Uh… I was… Anou… I was just… looking for… Uh…"

"Spit it out already!"

Takeshi winced at the blonde's tone and glanced down at Nakoro before backing away slightly.

"Uh… Well… I think I'll just be going now," he said quickly, turning around to run full-speed back down the corridor he'd come from.

Argentine's raised brow rose even higher as he stared as Takeshi disappeared around the corner of the corridor while Narumi just stared at the still-laughing Nakoro confusedly.

"Argentine-kun?" he said timidly after a few more moments of awkward silence, broken only by Nakoro's mad laughter.

Argentine glanced at him. "Sumimasen, Narumi-sensei," he said curtly before following after Takeshi.

Narumi tilted his head to the side, watching silently as Argentine disappeared around the corner as well. Then he looked back at Nakoro.

"Takamura-kun, daijoubu ka?" he asked, looking almost awed as the Secretary's face turned purple out of lack of air.

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Kuso, kuso, kuso, cursed Takeshi silently, running down the pathway at the park where he'd been practically-skipping down only minutes before.

His face still had the remnants of his previous blushes on it and his breath was ragged now after running so fast. He almost groaned out loud when he remembered what he'd done.

He'd run. He'd run from Argentine when the lilac-eyed teen had asked him a direct question. He knew said teen would come after him now. He just knew it. Argentine was just that kind of person.

Argentine Hikari, like any Hikari, was a very arrogant and dignified young man, if not cocky. He demanded respect and was, in a creepy way, a genius. He knew everything and anything, if you ever asked him, and if he didn't know something, which is a very rare occurrence, he'd hunt down anyone who knew that something and that anyone would suddenly fall into a very dangerous position.

Takeshi didn't know him personally, just that he was the Head of the Art Club and that he was Krad and Satoshi's distant relative. Of course, the ebonette had always been curious about the aristocratic brat's- eh (cough), I meant teen's-exact relation to Krad and Satoshi, as did everyone on campus, but he'd known from experience that Argentine did not look kindly upon busybodies.

But, that's not something he liked to dwell upon, so back to the matter at hand.

Takeshi had just run from Argentine, when said teen had just asked him a question, and he knew Argentine would come after him just to know the answer to that question. It was ridiculous, really, to actually run around after someone just to get an answer to some question, even if it was a stupid question, but Takeshi was still freaked. Who knew what Argentine'd do if he caught up to him?

Ah, but alas, that was not the only trouble Takeshi Saehara was going to have that day.

Just as he passed a stone bench standing to the side of the pathway he was on, a deep voice called out to him from the side and Takeshi froze in his tracks, torn between feeling terrified out of his wits and just plain out smug.

"Saehara-kun."

Slowly and stiffly, the brunette turned, face already contorting into a mask of false cheerfulness.

"Ohayou... Dark-san."

Tbc…

(1) Student-Student Affairs: Unlike the Student Body Council, which deals in all problems and affairs between the students and teachers and all that, the Student-Student Affairs Council instead deals with the troubles between students themselves and deal with these troubles on their own. They don't have as much authority as the Student Body Council, but they are the next in line, so to speak. The Chairman of this particular group is an OC character who happens to know a lot about Sato-chan and Krad-sama, much in the way that Caine does.

(2) Denial is unhealthy for the mind: Heheh… (smiles sheepishly) Just something I always tell my friend. It just sounds nice, don't it?

Glossary:

Ohayo: Good morning

Anou: Umm

Chotto matte: Wait a minute

Sumimasen: Excuse me (sometimes used as a brief apology)

Lief: (cringe) Uhh… this will probably make me more unlikable… But I had to stop here! It just fits… Dark's gonna pummel Takeshi later and Argentine-kun's gonna… What? I dunno yet… (ducks as objects from before starts flying around again) Hey! I'll figure something out… Just wait… Be patient. (more objects fly) Ah! Ok, ok! You've been waiting longer than should be, but come on… It's not my fault…

Cyren: Well, technically, it is.

Lief: (glares) Is not. I can't control my computer.

Syren: Relax, Lief. Cy's just being a jerk. (smiles brightly) It's not your fault at all.

Lief: (sniffs) You mean that?

Cyren: (snorts) Of course not. She's just saying that 'cos she's your muse.

Lief: -.- … I would've been happier not knowing that…