Of The Bonds That Bind
Abby Ebon
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Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel or X-Men. Nice Try.
: Dark's Thoughts to Daisuke:
-Daisuke's Thoughts-
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Of the Rogue, and of the boy called Satoshi
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Previously;
"Was he the only one you brought in?" Dark asked, leaning against the wall as he watched Jean work- she paused, and bit her lip, thinking.
"No, actually, we also brought in a girl who was with him; would you like to meet her?" Jean inquired softly; setting down her clipboard, Dark shrugged – and Jean smirked. She knew Dark couldn't help but be curious of a new student – such information usually got him into trouble – or made to be 'useful' for the professors.
"Sure, I guess." Dark answered softly, and Jean smiled at him – it was a beautiful smile, and Dark knew he'd been played.
"I'll tell Xavier you're on your way." Jean told him, shooing him out of the lower levels of the school, her presence in his mind a feather-weight as she guided him to Xavier.
Professor Jean Grey, of course, knew that Dark knew his way to Xavier' office, she was just making sure he purposefully didn't get 'lost'. Dark took his time about getting there, admiring the artwork along the halls – and the statue that could be swiped and sold for a good wad of cash.
Don't you dare…Jean warned him, making her mental self known; Dark grinned slightly, glad despite himself for the mental presence of a companion, while others thought Jean was 'creepy' or were wary around her, thinking it guarded their minds, Dark welcomed it.
When, at night, Dark was at his most active, and Daisuke usually settled back to being the 'background noise'; leaving Dark who was used to Daisuke talking to him anytime, or commenting on the things seen or done, alone. Dark never 'slept' as a normal person would, he remembered, he dreamed, he daydreamed – but his 'personality' didn't need to rest like Daisuke had to.
So usually he wandered the campus, or bothered Jean, or talked to Xavier about 'bad habits' or something equally as adult and boring – he really missed Remy on those nights, because, loath as he admitted it, he liked these people Daisuke insisted could help them.
Oh, Dark….Jean whispered in his mind, having read his thoughts, quietly she left his mind, seeing through his eyes – or just knowing, that he had arrived at Xavier's office.
"….when will he wake up?" A southern female voice, likely the stranger's girl, asked as Dark opened the professor's office door.
"I am not sure Rogue. I believe he'll wake up by tomorrow…Ah, Dark, there you are…" Xavier greeted him, smiling slightly – Dark put his hand on his hip, raising his eyebrow – glancing to the girl as he looked about the office.
"Jean said you needed me – and then preceded to 'guild' me here, which, by the way, was quite unneeded, as I've been here enough times…" Dark 'ranted' taking in the girls – she was brown haired and sweet looking, and reminded him of a mouse, looking up at him with wide eyes – like a mouse would a cat.
Xavier chuckled, amused by Dark's antics, and seeing through them.
"Be that as it may, this time you aren't here to entertain a lecture about theft, or 'borrowing', this is Rogue – and Rogue, this is Dark; I thought that as neither of you are going to get some sleep tonight, Dark might as well show you around to where your classes are going to be in the morning." Xavier explained to the two of them what they'd been introduced for, Dark's lips twisted into a pout.
"New-kid duty?" He whined, and Rogue lowered her eyes, ashamed that she had been such a bother to the professor to be pushed on a student for a tour.
"Well, it is either this, or hall-duty." Xavier warned, narrowing his eyes seeing how much Dark's comment had hurt Rogue.
"New-kid duty it is!" Dark said in a rush, looking so horrified at the idea of watching his fellow student's poor attempts at 'sneaking' into other student's rooms that he made Rogue smile a bit.
"Come along milady; let us leave this dour old coot to his plotting of plots." Dark told her in a whisper – even if he knew Xavier would hear – or hear him as he thought it. Xavier watched on, amused, and even as Dark offered his arm in a gentlemanly manner and Rogue – after looking at Xavier, took it, then Dark paraded them out of Xavier's office.
Dark gestured to the door, once it had been closed.
"This is the Ethics and Morals classroom, as well as Xavier's office, now where to next – kitchen? Or bathroom?" Dark leered slightly as he said 'bathroom' making Rogue blush and stutter a soft no – which made Dark grin. Rogue realized then that he was only teasing her, and was just the type to flirt with anyone for the amusement of it.
"Kitchen it is then! Do you know twenty times out of a hundred here, people make out in the kitchen?" Dark inquired loudly, Rogue merely raised an eyebrow when he winked, although she could have sworn she'd heard a choking noise from behind them.
"Ah, my beloved food, I have returned…" Dark said with a fleeting grin as he opened the door for her. Dark went quickly to the fridge, snatching out two sodas, cookies, chocolate, and ice cream.
"So what do you prefer…low-fat, fattening, or deadly?" Dark inquired after handing over the soda, Rogue shrugged and Dark smirked.
"All three? Brave girl, want to marry me?" Dark teased, taking out two bowls and setting them on the table top while Rogue watched, lips tugging into a small grin.
"Not particularly, you don't seem the faithful type." Rogue told him, munching on her cookie.
Dark 'humphed' as he scooped the first bowl full of ice-cream, he waved the spoon at her – while dragging the cookies and chocolates to his side of the table, the chocolates were promptly crushed up and stirred in vanilla ice-cream, five peanut butter set to the side of the bowl as a 'dip' – and the bowl slid across the table to Rogue.
"There's gratitude for you." He whined mockingly, as he made his own bowl of crushed chocolates and vanilla ice-cream with cookies.
"Not that I don't appreciate it, but why the midnight snack?" Rogue asked the dark haired teen as they dug into the treat.
"Well, your friend is in the infirmary, figure you can use a distraction. If I'm anything, I'm that – the professor and Jean know that as well as anyone. So, if you got picked up, you must be a mutant…what's your power?" Dark asked with a grin, as Rogue doubtfully bit into a peanut butter cookie with the mixed treat atop it, she 'hummed' approvingly.
"Well, it's a long story…" Rogue dodged, looking down at the table top.
"Ah, one of those then, don't worry pretty, with me on your side no one will ask anything of you…" Dark mused, licking his finger, his bowl finished up quickly; he set about fixing the kitchen up, and Rogue watched him as she finished off the last of hers – handing him the bowl, he took it with his other hand, the other holding hers – he put the bowls and spoons in the sink then rushed off to the 'secret passage' to the lower levels.
"C'mon, you want to see the coolest thing ever- or maybe you'd rather want to see…your friend?" Dark asked in a rush, and Rogue's eyes had widened.
"You can get me to him?" She demanded, and Dark nodded, grinning, Rogue looked relieved.
"Take me to him then." Rogue decided, and Dark led her along the empty halls to the infirmary, cautious, he peeked from behind the door to make sure Jean was gone, to see it empty, but for the unconscious man strapped to the metallic table.
He gave the signal for an 'all clear' and Rogue nervously entered – she looked reassured to see him alive – if angered at the sight of him strapped to the table.
"Why is he kept like this?" Rogue demanded rather loudly of Dark, who shrugged, looking over Jean's records.
"Looks like he was brought in hurt pretty bad – had to sedate him, and bandage him up – he kept moving, so she had to keep him from hurting himself when he was unconscious." Dark told her – giving her the short version, Rogue frowned, biting her lip in thought.
"C'mon, we got to go; Jean never leaves a patient long." Dark warned her, pulling her from the room. To Rogue, Dark seemed giddy and willing to show Rogue anything she asked about after that.
Though Rogue didn't get to see the "coolest room ever", she was introduced to the television – a beautiful wide screen, with too many channels to count. Having to go to the bathroom after a round of flipping through them, she saw why Dark had mentioned it – for it was more of a lounge room then a bathroom.
It wasn't till after three in the morning that she was led to her own rooms, suffice to say, she didn't thank Dark in the morning when she had to 'get up' at seven.
Dark rested on the couch afterwards with the television off; gently he 'nudged' Daisuke, who stirred sleepily.
-She seems nice…- Daisuke assured Dark when his darker half grew worried at his unresponsiveness.
: I'm glad you approve then, what did you 'dream' of? : Dark asked, his eyes closing as he curled on the couch, comfortably aware that Daisuke was safe, and aware of their surroundings.
-The same one…of the boy…- Daisuke answered, and Dark sighed, remembering it for himself.
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Dark, looking seven years younger, still knew he was being followed even when he had the appearance of a ten year old. He even knew who it was too, it was that boy. A boy about Daisuke's age, who he'd called Red at that age, and still did to tease him for his blushing as a teenager.
The boy, around eight, with silver hair, and hard navy blue eyes, had been in the last store he'd stole from, so he wasn't too worried. Confidently, Dark had stridden down the street, and into the alleys which were his, when the boy cornered him, he watched on – somewhat amused, as the younger boy shuffled his feet nervously.
"Can I help yeah?" Dark had asked - sneeringly, the silver-haired boy had ducked his head down, eyes bashfully on the road.
"Not really. I saw you stealing, my name is Satoshi…" Satoshi had said softly, the Dark of then had raised an eyebrow in silent challenge.
"That supposed to mean something to me?" He had asked rudely, Satoshi had quickly shaken his head.
"No, but, I dreamed you – and of a boy my age…your name was Dark." Dark had stood, frozen to the spot as a chill had gone through him. He had narrowed his eyes at the younger boy.
"Yeah?" Dark had said, suspicious.
"We were friends." Satoshi had finished, likely feeling very foolish.
-I wanna meet him…talk to him.- Red had insistently told Dark, Dark sighed and looked Satoshi in the eye. "Don't run- or scream." He had warned him.
"Huh - why?" Satoshi had asked of him, confused.
"You'll see." Dark echoed mysterious - and very mischievous.
Suddenly, pitch-black wings sprouted from Dark's back. It was no simple thing either- they didn't just appear, they grew - in a matter of seconds, but grew painfully, and blood-soaked all the same. Satoshi felt nausea prickling at his throat, but he didn't scream- Dark gave him that much credit.
What came next was a shimmering- like the road on a hot summer day, and where Dark had once stood was Daisuke, with red-wings, and hair, and crimson eyes.
Satoshi had fainted (later claiming hotly that it was the summer heat and he had 'blacked out') - and Daisuke had caught him, and that was what Dark had expected.
(In Satoshi's Perspective)
Satoshi had awoken in the abandoned alley, boxes covered with blankets lay under him, and a sheet lay over him. They were all relatively clean considering where he was- Satoshi remembered the boy from the store- and the boy he had turned into.
This time he knew it wasn't a dream, because, well how else was he to explain how he had awoken in an alley?
Krad wouldn't like this. Satoshi shivered, even though it was a warm day. His big brother would be looking for him, and as Krad was rich, it wouldn't take him long to find Satoshi.
No time at all really.
Satoshi looked around, blue eyes taking in the mess of the alley, he had hoped to see the red-winged boy, but he wasn't around. In his dreams the red-winged boy was very important to him, and Satoshi felt somewhat responsible for him.
There was a creaking, and Satoshi looked to the street, and there was the red-winged boy, wingless.
"Oh you woke up? Good! I was getting worried!" The crimson eyed boy exclaimed, excited, and he stumbled over a piece of trash to get to Satoshi quicker.
"I'm Daisuke, Dark is my other half, he says to be careful of you, but he says that about everyone." The red-haired boy explained, kneeling in the alley next to the make-shift bed, he told Satoshi all this as if it was nothing special, but it was.
This boy, he was like Krad, like himself. A mutant, hated from birth. Satoshi had wanted to protect him.
"I'm sure he has a reason…is there always so much blood when you change?" Satoshi asked, pale at the thought, remembering the blood in his dreams- and the very red blood of the bullets in his parents.
"Usually, we can't help it…" Daisuke whispered, sad that this disturbed the older boy.
"It's…alright." Satoshi hastened to reassure him, not wanting to lose the boy as a possible friend, his first real friend.
"Do you always faint like that?" Daisuke asked, not looking Satoshi in the eyes, but the silver haired boy knew the other was nervous- and had every right to be. If Satoshi passed out at a bad time, people would think it was always the other boys fault.
"No, Krad usually stops it." Satoshi was telling the truth, his bother could change things, to how he wanted them; move time faster- or slower, or transport things. It was weird – and cool.
"Oh, that's nice of him." Daisuke said, smiling warmly at the other boy. A shadow fell over them, and Satoshi looked up into the cold amber eyes of his silver-haired brother.
He paled, fearing for his new friend- for Krad was not always nice to people. Daisuke, confused by Satoshi's change of expression- looked up, and tripped over his own feet landing next to Satoshi.
Krad glanced at the red headed boy, he was… amused?
"Yes, yes, it is very nice of me." Krad stated, and Satoshi ducked his head.
"Unfortunately, it seems my baby brother is unable to stay put…" Krad continued; golden eyes narrowed at the younger boy.
"S-sorry, Krad, I-I saw Dark." Satoshi muttered, Krad frowned, knowing his brother had prophetic dreams- and wouldn't lie about one of them coming true.
As Krad thought of it, he remembered his brother speaking of the red-haired boy with crimson eyes and red wings who 'held Dark within', apparently literally. Red and black feathers were scattered around the alley.
"I see, well, we must protect our precious ones." Krad continued smoothly, he knew Dark was to be his lover - Satoshi said so, and Satoshi was rarely wrong. At least that's what he had gathered from his brothers blushing face and rush of words like 'Dark kissed you…and it stopped the building from falling'.
He also guessed that Daisuke- the red headed boy looking oh-so-confused at his feet would be something more then his brothers 'very best friend, who lives in the mansion'; Krad wasn't willing to upset what was meant to be - and if Dark wasn't a part of the younger boy, he would come for him later. Satoshi had always been instant that Dark followed the boy like a shadow.
"C-can he live with us, like in my dreams?"
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It was then that Dark and Daisuke had always awoken, not remembering what had happened after that. That made Dark nervous, for if they had forgotten the boy, Satoshi, what else had they forgotten?
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AbeoUmbra's Thoughts…
Well, being as that was my favorite part of the "old version" it would find its way onto this one, wouldn't it? Krad, if you didn't catch it, can stop and start time, and retrieve things from it. Satoshi has dreams of what could be, as for Dark and Daisuke, wings are as far as I've gone with them, who knows? - something else could immerge. Maybe an ability to give Dark his own physical body for a time… –innocent look- If you have ideas for them, do tell!
As for pairings, other then being slash-ish, I do have a idea for one of the X-Men verse girls being with one of the boys for a time…-shrugs-
Too early to tell really.