The Sky Is a Mirror of My Emotions
Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel or anything associated with DN Angel but please I do own Kira and anything in common with her and other fictional characters is purely coincidental
Warnings: Yaoi (malexmale relationships), occasional swearing, mild violence
"talking" - talking
italics – character thinking
'underlined' – Dark and Daisuke talking to each other
"underlined" – Krad and Satoshi talking to each other
Chapter 2: Appearance of Krad
"My, my. It has been a long time and here I thought we would never see each other again," Krad replied just as venomously, drawing his hand out from underneath Angel's with distaste.
"Oh no, I always try to see you each generation. I pick a host who will be in contact with the Hikaris or the Niwas. You just never see me. Obviously, you have found yet another host to haunt. This one must be more special than the rest, you address him so … lovingly," she taunted, the kitchen light catching her sharp features.
"At least my host is of our clan, as were all the rest. He will serve our purpose, unlike you. And I see you have found yet another pathetic human who is willing to sacrifice their life for you so you may carry on your useless dream," Krad replied snidely.
"Our clan's dream, your dream, is the more useless. You only continue to hunt Dark and the Niwas because of your attachment to them; to him. At least my dream helps people and is coming true every night. I was in the right to abandon our clan," her perfect nails ran lightly along the table, trailing lines of light behind them.
"I do what is right for our clan, what is loyal and noble. You were headstrong and abandoned us and look at you now. You move from host to host every fifteen years, using their bodies and giving them your 'gift' of art in return. What kind of life is that?!" he spat the words at her maliciously.
"The best life of all. I am free, Krad. You know you crave it. You want to be with him, free and alone. You always have but you will be forever enclosed in the black wings. I have been watching Satoshi for a long time through Kira's eyes. He is the last of the Hikari. There will never be more and you will slowly return to whence you came, while I live on in the light," she regarded him with what was almost pity, but that might have been felt for Satoshi.
"Tha-" the ringing phone cut off Krad's retaliation.
"It's been nice talking to you ... brother," Angel smiled wickedly before returning to Kira who slumped forwards onto the table.
"Krad!" Satoshi forced his way through Krad's barriers finally, "Let me be myself again, I need to answer the phone! It's probably Daisuke!"
"I wouldn't get your hopes up, Satoshi…" Krad said giving into his host calmly.
Satoshi suddenly found himself in his own form again. Quickly looking over at Kira he confirmed she was alright, just out cold, and ran to the phone.
"Hello."
"Hey, Hiwatari-kun! You didn't ring and I was just worried 'cause it's getting late and I thought I better call to see if you'd forgotten or something-" Daisuke's voice was filled with concern but his words were to fast to really comprehend.
"No, I mean yes, sorry. I did forget to call," Satoshi replied glancing over at the clock and nearly dropping the phone when he realised it was eight o'clock.
"Oh…oh," Daisuke sounded disappointed but quickly regained his innate happiness, "Well, that's alright! I was just wondering what time you wanted to make it tomorrow?"
"Um, nine o'clock tomorrow at my place is good with me if that's okay for you?" he looked over at Kira again and contemplated if throwing a bucket of water over her or just putting her to bed was the best thing to do.
"Yeah, that's great! Wait, where do you live?"
That's odd, Daisuke and I have known each other all these years and he still doesn't know where I live. "Number 28, Yoru street, apartment 2."
"Great! I'll see you then?" Daisuke's voice suddenly became a lot happier than usual.
"Yeah sure, see you then…" the older boy trailed off, running a hand absently through his hair.
"Bye!"
Hanging up the phone Satoshi walked over to Kira and rolled her till she was facing him. Her head was lolling around almost lifelessly. Angel must have really been having a hard time keeping her under barriers… He was never going to wake her up at this rate.
Finally deciding it was kinder just to put her into the spare bed he carefully lifted her into his arms and wondered how he was going to get through the closed door with no hands.
Satoshi awoke to strange noises. It sounded like pots and pans being clashed around mixed with someone singing beautifully. The fact that he never had anyone in his apartment and never woke up properly in the morning led him to ask himself: Who the Hell is in my kitchen!?
"Satoshi-kun! Breakfast! If I have to come in there and actually get you out of bed then you'd better watch out!" Kira's joking voice rang out from the kitchen. Memories of yesterday flooded back. Ah, so there is a psychotic fallen angel, in the form of a runaway vagrant, in my kitchen, making breakfast. Brilliant. Glancing over at the clock he gathered it was 8.05.
"Ah! Daisuke's going to be here in less than an hour!" he quickly grabbed his glasses, pushing them ungracefully onto his face.
"Satoshi!" Kira's footsteps resounded down the hallway and suddenly before he knew it a very energetic red head was dragging him out of bed and down the hallway to the kitchen. Why do I know so many energetic red-heads? Where do they get their energy from!?
"You know, Satoshi, you really should get out and do some grocery shopping at least once a year," Kira commented putting a plate with toast, bacon, and eggs in front of him, followed by a giant mug of tea.
"Mm. This isn't from my kitchen … is it?" Satoshi looked suspiciously over at Kira who sat down with exactly the same breakfast.
"Heck, no! I took the liberty of doing your grocery shopping for you this morning. I know how difficult being a commander whilst juggling school and a psychotic maniac inside you can be," she put on a dramatic look of distress before breaking into laughter.
"Thank you for your kind sympathy. I'll have you know it is actually very difficult," Satoshi replied as indignantly as someone as emotionless as him could.
"But seriously, it wouldn't kill you to do some shopping once in a while. If you expect to catch Dark you need to at least keep your strength up," she stated simply, eyeing off the empty salt shaker.
"It might. By the way are you feeling better after last night?" he avoided looking at her.
"Way to change the subject, Captain Obvious!" she gave him a mock thumbs up, "But thank you for asking, I'm much better. I woke up at about one o'clock, I think, and raided your pantry because I hadn't eaten for sixteen hours."
"Kira!" Satoshi cut in with concern, "Why don't you tell me these things?! I could have given you something yesterday!"
"No you couldn't have. There was nothing in there but a jar of Milo!" she cried out huffily.
Satoshi sat back in his chair again and looked at her, amusement showing in his eyes, "You sat in my kitchen at one o'clock in the morning eating a jar of Milo, didn't you?"
"Maybe," Kira looked shiftily at her plate then back to Satoshi, a huge smile spreading across her face, "Oh! You'd better go shower; your little red head boyfriend is going to be here any minute!"
"He is not my boyfriend!!" Satoshi yelled, nearly choking on the last of his breakfast before dashing off down the corridor leaving Kira almost rolling on the floor with laughter gasping words which sounded awfully close to "the look on your face!"
Ok, this is really weird. I'm actually standing on the front door step of Satoshi's apartment. Never thought I'd ever end up here.
'Even though you wished for it,' Dark lazily commented, trying to hide his fear behind a mask of indifference.
'That's not true Dark!' Daisuke quickly retorted only to be contradicted by the bright red spreading through his face.
'Just push the damn doorbell and get this over and done with,' Dark's voice was firm and the nervous undertones escaped Daisuke.
Daisuke stood for a moment first looking over the apartment. It was fairly small but new. There were four others surrounding his all occupied by young adults by the looks of the place. The outside was impeccably neat and Daisuke, knowing Satoshi, expected to see the inside just as neat and orderly.
"Niwa?"
"ARGH!" Daisuke yelled, jumping high enough to knock over a potted plant with a loud crash but not nearly high enough to jump out of his skin. He slowly turned around to see Satoshi leaning in the door way looking oddly down at him. Wow, he's not in school uniform.
'What a great surprise.' Dark blandly commented, whilst Daisuke stared, mouth agape, at Satoshi in his jeans and open white shirt over a blue top the same colour as his eyes. 'Daisuke! Snap out of it! He's staring at you!'
"Oh, um. Hi Hiwatari-kun! Sorry about your plant!" he bent down and madly tried to push dirt back into the pot. Suddenly two very pale, slender hands were next to his sweeping the dirt into small piles. Daisuke glanced at Satoshi who seemed completely engrossed in the task, never noticing how close they were. He couldn't see the faint tinge of pink crossing Satoshi's face when their hands accidentally touched. Ah! Dark he's really close now! Why do I feel so weird!? What do I do!?
"Hey, did I hear a giant crash out here!?" a shadow appeared in the doorway and Daisuke found himself looking up at the strange girl he had met yesterday. Oh no, I don't remember her name! I was a bit … dazed when she introduced herself.
'It's Kira, loverboy.'
'Dark!'
"Nothing much. Niwa-kun just had a little … encounter with the pot plant," Satoshi dusted his hands on his jeans.
"Oh, hi Kira! Nice to see you again!" Daisuke smiled kindly not noticing he was still on the ground. It only registered when Satoshi held out a hand to help him up. He took it rather embarrassedly, hoping the red he knew was rising on his cheeks again would be interpreted as the cold. Satoshi's hand was actually warm, not cold like he expected, and sent a tingling sensation from his hand all the way up his arm.
"Same here Daisuke! Oh and don't worry, you two get on with your math. I'll clean this up. And for Goodness sake Satoshi put a jumper on! I know your trying to show off but you don't need to put your health at risk while you do it!" and with this she ushered the two boys inside, Satoshi giving her death glare the entire way.
'What did she mean by that Dark?'
'… are you seriously asking me that question?'
'Yes!'
'Then you don't get to know the answer.'
"She's lovely isn't she?" Satoshi commented dryly showing Daisuke to the table in the living room that served as a dining table and a general work station.
"Er, yes. How do you know Kira anyway? She isn't from around here … is she?" Daisuke asked as he took off the giant red scarf his mother had induced him to wear with threats of frostbite, and seated himself at the table.
"No, no. She was born in Russia but lived here for awhile. I met her at the orphanage when we younger. You've probably noticed her accent, yes?" Daisuke nodded, "Well, she lives everywhere because people keep … giving her back to orphanages. She mainly lives in England now but she can still speak fluent Russian, and Japanese."
"Quite a feat, don't you think?" Kira joked as she passed them with a bundle of shirts, having finished her other task.
"Yes, thank you Kira," Satoshi looked over his glasses at her.
"Wow! That's amazing! … What is she doing?" Daisuke had been following Kira around with his eyes and failed to notice that Satoshi had opened his math book and was flicking through it. Something around Kira's neck had caught his attention.
'Dark! Did you see that? She has a black ribbon tied around her neck!'
'It's been there since the first time you saw her, loverboy. You were just to engrossed in Satoshi to notice.'
'I was not!! She was wearing a scarf Dark!'
'Well, I managed to notice and I wasn't drooling over a certain creepy commander!'
"Putting my life into order is what she calls it. Obsessive compulsive cleaning disorder is what I call it," he replied never lifting his eyes from the book. A small smirk appeared and left.
'Is Satoshi actually joking with me?!'
'Yeah I'm surprised too, Dai-chan! He's the last person on earth whom I thought would have a sense of humour!
'Da-ark!'
"Niwa-kun?" Satoshi asked, pointing to a page in Daisuke's workbook, "What is this?"
"Hm?" Daisuke turned to find Satoshi looking at a page that had a scribbled sketch of the person currently asking him the question. He had done it in math class when he had been really bored. The sketch was in pencil but was very lifelike. Satoshi was leaning on his desk with the morning sunlight coming in from a window behind him. "Agh! That! Um, well, it's nothing!"
"It's very good," Satoshi looked over his glasses at Daisuke who was steadily avoiding his gaze.
"Um, thanks. Oh, look! Here's the project!" Daisuke said quickly flipping through a couple more pages, blushing furiously. Satoshi lifted his eyebrows very slightly at Daisuke.
"Why is there a drawing of me in his math book?" Satoshi pondered as Daisuke babbled on about math. He could barely make out what he was saying.
"Well, well. Someone has a little inferior admirer," Krad's observed.
"Thank you Captain Obvious," Satoshi replied with one of Kira's more favoured comebacks.
"Don't use that little minx's remarks with me Satoshi or you will be sorry!" with this Krad retreated again, sending brooding vibes to Satoshi.
Someone really has it out for Kira since yesterday … and every single day before that.
"But I just don't see how you'd fit this information onto a graph. How do you know which one is represented by y?" Daisuke said sadly.
"Pardon?" Satoshi shook himself out of his reverie and noticed that he had been staring at Daisuke the entire time. Dammit. I really should listen.
"To put this information into a graph," Daisuke pointed to a block of writing, Satoshi's eyes not following Daisuke's hand in the least, "Would the y axis have the time on it or people?" his big innocent eyes flew up to Satoshi's.
"Ok … well which one is the dependant variable?" Satoshi sighed realising this was going to take awhile but he was prepared to do anything to sit next to Daisuke for two hours.
A/N:
There's not much Sat/Dai in here either, a bit but not as much as I know you would all like. I meant for this chapter to be much shorter so I could fit it all in but I think it would be better to stop here.
Thanks for all the reviews for Chap 1! It really helps and motivates me to keep going when you give such great reviews! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll post the next one in a week or two!
Edit: Just cleaning up the story a bit - grammer, spelling - gosh my use of apostrophes is appalling...if my English teacher could see this...