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 Fire and Ice
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"Dark, man, you weren't on that couch all night, were you?" The sudden voice stirred Dark from his musings – he looked up to see St. John looking down at him. The fire users dark hair sleep disheveled, and blue eyes taking in the sight of a relaxed Dark almost greedily as he leaned over the edge of the couch. St. John's head cocked to the side – a small smirk playing on his lips at having caught Dark unaware.
Dark, not letting St. John the privilege of knowing how much his sudden appearance had startled him, glanced at the clock – it read 5:30, but that didn't surprise him – St. John was an early riser. Dark let himself stretch, arching his back – his flimsy black shirt riding up showing off the line of dusky hair the went from his navel into his pants, St. John glanced away, and yawning, Dark sat up.
"I guess I have been, going to go eat?" Dark murmured trying to keep his voice down so not to wake the rest of the school. St. John shrugged, letting his hand go to his pocket – where his lighter was, flicking it open and closed, as was his habit.
"Nah, grabbed a breakfast bar, ought to do till morning." St. John added seeing Dark look somewhat disapprovingly at him. St. John knew Dark (and Daisuke) had lived on the streets – both enjoyed food immensely, and in turn frowned on most of the students for taking it for granted.
"Yeah, whatever – met a girl last night, she came in with the X-Men – you know, when they went to get the mutant they've been so hush-hush about." Dark yammered, heading for the mansions door.
"Where are you going?" St. John asked with a raised eyebrow, following him.
"Well, for a walk – of course, you may not have eaten, but I snacked." Dark confessed, leaving the mansion and glancing around at the quite acres that surrounded it. He loved this place – if for the sole reason of the wildlife, though he also loved the cities, if for an entirely different reason. They headed around the mansion, and St. John knew Dark planned to walk it, and started a conversation to let the time pass quicker.
"You mean you ate 'junk food'. Say it with me, junk food." St. John corrected absentmindedly, even as Dark visibly rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, this girl…." Dark started, but St. John halted him.
"What's her name?" St. John interrupted him, amused that Dark had started a tale without a name.
"Rogue." Dark answered shortly, looking somewhat annoyed at being interrupted.
"Rogue?" St. John asked amused – his tone hinting at his doubt, and Dark pouted.
"I haven't made her up! She's Kitty's new roommate." Dark assured, and St. John grunted, letting Dark finally get on with his tale.
"Well, anyway, this Rogue, you might like the look of her – she's fun, though she's really worried about her friend." Dark told St. John, looking up to see the dawn splashing a rainbow of colors over the morning sky.
"Who's her friend?" St. John questioned, curious despite himself, and Dark shrugged biting his lip.
"Not supposed to tell, I imagine you'll meet him soon though – not the kind of guy you forget, but, if I tell Jean might have me doing hall-watch duty for forever." Dark exaggerated, and St. John frowned, studying Dark.
"How do you know all this anyway?" St. John asked, suspicious that he might be getting one of Dark's fables.
"Saw them return, followed, and I saw the guy – then I was forced to baby sit the girl all night. You can ask Xavier or Jean if you don't believe me." Dark assured him, sensing his doubt, St. John grunted, not commenting. Dark let himself roll his eyes, knowing the other youth wouldn't be responding anytime soon.
"C'mon, let's go see to waking up Bobby…" Dark mused, a wicked glint in his eyes. St. John chuckled, and followed Dark to where he had long ago placed a ladder, hidden among the bushes that lined the base of walls of the boy's dorms – and knowing there was a similar one in the flower garden along the wall of the girl's dorms.
They climbed up it – and as St. John was Bobby's roommate, he insisted the window always be open – in case St. John 'accidentally' set something on fire and they needed to air out the room.
Putting a finger to his mouth, Dark made his way over to Bobby – as St. John watched on, amused despite himself. Dark squealed high-pitched, and jumped on Bobby – St. John groaned softly, clicking his lighter open and closed.
"Wake up Drake! There's a fire!" Dark yelled, and Bobby 'gahhed' and threw Dark off him, St. John knew what Bobby was going to do – and flicked on his lighter throwing up a fire-shield around himself and Dark, just as Bobby iced the rooms.
Dark was giggling – well, cackling, and St. John couldn't help but chuckle at Bobby's expression at seeing everything iced.
"Looks like someone iced-their-rooms today." St. John mused, making it sound as if he'd said "wet the bed" – Bobby groaned softly, shaking his head – only somewhat annoyed, because everyone suffered under Dark's pranks, even Dark. Then he caught sight of the desk – and his iced Engineering project, and paled.
"My project…" Bobby whimpered, Dark looked over at the desk – and whistled.
"Damn, Scott's gonna kill you –" Dark agreed – the project was a motor, and was due today.
"Oh, no he isn't, Dark, he's gonna have words with you first!" Bobby snarled, and St. John snorted, and Bobby turned his attention to his friend, who shook his head – still flicking his lighter on and off.
"No man, he told you to store it someplace safe – obviously this wasn't a 'safe' place." St. John told him, and Bobby cringed, knowing St. John was right.
"Maybe it will melt off before class?" Dark suggested with a pointed look to St. John, which Bobby missed, looking between the two with a forlorn expression.
"You've got to be kidding, Dark, class is in two hours – it'll take four hours to melt, and then half a day to dry out." Bobby told him, and St. John sighed, wondering at why he always befriended the dense ones.
"Bobby, anything fire sensitive within the motor?" St. John asked, and Bobby shook his head still not clued in.
"No, I built it to withstand a fire." Bobby assured him – and when St. John and Dark smirked, sharing a look, his eyes grew wide – St. John's lighter clicked open – and then with a leap - the flames set on the motor, unthawing it from the ice – St. John's eyes closed as he concentrated on maintaining a level temperature on the ice – within moments the fire on ice effect faded, and St. John flicked closed the lighter and quenched the flames before they could set fire to the desk.
"Awesome." Bobby breathed, and St. John grinned – he hadn't melted the motor – and he hadn't set fire to anything else, so it was progress with his control.
"C'mon, Bobby, you've got to get dressed to meet Rogue!" Dark explained, throwing Bobby shirt and pants and pulling an amused St. John from his room. About five minutes later – Bobby arrived, his now-drying motor in his arms.
"We can stop by the garage on the way to breakfast." Bobby assured them seeing their looks to the motor – Dark shrugged and let the way to the girl's dorms. Despite it being ten minutes past 7, most of them were dressed – or at least in nightwear, whereas the guys usually didn't wake up till 8:30, and didn't dress until breakfast (which started at 9), classes usually starting at 10 in the mornings.
"Who's Rogue anyway?" Bobby asked St. John as they followed Dark to the girl's dorms.
"Some girl he met last night." St. John answered, and Bobby – not quite as friendly in the mornings, merely grunted, unimpressed.
"I have you know that Rogue is a splendid person – and she doesn't believe in this 'dieting' thing the media is preaching." Dark answered in sing-song, proving that he had much better hearing then most. St. John raised an eyebrow – interested in the mysterious girl now, and Bobby chuckled.
"Cool, so long as I don't have to hear one more "do I look fat in this?" there is no way to answer that. They either end up thinking your lying, or a pervert." Bobby muttered, remembering Kitty's shopping habits – and her habits of taking Daisuke and the two of them along, along with half the girls in the dorm.
"Don't generalize, Bobby. Especially as lying, and being a pervert is what you specialize at." St. John warned, and Bobby mocked him, rolling his eyes – only stopping when St. John flicked open his lighter threateningly – knowing it for a threat to his porn collection.
"What? You got a crush now St. John?" Bobby teased after making their way past a few other early-morning students, ascending the stairs – St. John shrugged from behind him.
"Personally, Drake, as most of the people here at the school are the rare few that make up the mutant population, we'll likely be seeing a lot of each other as adults. Maybe even date or marry – who knows, my point is, do you really want them to grow up, and remember you grouping them all together?" St. John asked, and Bobby bit his lip – shrugging.
"Guess you've got a point." Bobby admitted, half way up the staircase.
"Of course he does, Bobby, you should know that St. John has always been wiser in the ways of love then you." Dark told him teasingly, Bobby rolled his eyes, keeping a grip on the engine and wondering why Xavier had put the boy's dorms on the second floor of one side of the school – and the girls in the fifth of the other. It was too long a walk – especially with a motor in his arms.
"Great, next you'll tell us you're going to marry her – live in a white picket house with a fence, three kids, and give up your thieving ways for this 'Rogue'." Bobby said jokingly, trying to put the issues of the dorms out of his mind, only to have Dark spin around – poking him in the chest.
"How did you know that? Are you spying on me?" Dark demanded of the taller teen, and St. John choked with laughter – while Bobby merely raised an eyebrow at the smaller teen.
"Seriously man," Bobby muttered rolling his eyes, "you say that about every girl." Dark grinned, shaking his head.
"I haven't lied… yet." Dark said – smirking, St. John muttered something, and Bobby, the only one who could have heard it, raised an eyebrow at him. Reaching the top of the staircase, Dark led them to Kitty's room – and only he would know, as only Daisuke among the three of them, was allowed in the girl's dorms.
"Kitty?" Dark called while knocking on the door, it peeked open and Kitty looked out – saw the three boys, and groaned.
"It's too early, Dark." Kitty stressed, despite being fully dressed – and Dark blinked at her in a confused manner before blinking.
"No – I wanted to talk with Rogue." Dark corrected her, and Kitty yawned, opening the door wider to reveal an empty room.
"See? No, Rogue - she went down to breakfast at seven – ten minutes ago." Kitty explained, and Dark looked impressed.
"Really? Awesome, St. John, she beat your record of sleep by two hours – she went to sleep at four in the morning." Dark bragged, and St. John merely grunted. Bobby groaned, and the boys left to the garage, coming back to the kitchens without the motor – much to Bobby's relief.
Upon reaching said kitchens, Dark let out a 'Rogue -y!' sounding yell, and there was a blur of Dark – and said Dark attached himself to a mousy young woman who had been lifting coffee to her lips.
Three things happened at once.
Rogue had been planning on staying away from the students. She'd wear a t-shirt, with nylon-like material over her arms, but she hadn't been able to get a pair of gloves. The plan being to get some from Xavier later that day – until then she hadn't planned to let anyone touch her skin – and to stay away from those who tried.
Dark, by the sudden jolt of his embrace, had spilled her coffee on her hand – by reaction, she had screamed with surprise – and pain from the newly made hot coffee, and dropped the cup – luckily, it was plastic, so it hadn't broke.
Dark – seeing what he had done, had grabbed Rogue's hand to stop her from hurting herself. Skin met skin – and Rogue's eyes widened – meeting Dark's, Dark gasped – and was forced into the abyss of his mind –unharmed, while Daisuke's personality and body 'jerked' to the surface – letting go of her hand.
To the surrounding students – this was a strange sight, for Dark only let go of his physical form when class started.
What was stranger was that Daisuke's back rippled, looking sickly, he hunched over; with a sickening sound of flesh tearing – his wings, crimson ones, sprung from his back. Rogue's eyes grew wide, and her own wings – black as Dark's, grew from her back – she hissed with the pain of growing new limbs and splitting skin and growing feathers.
"What the hell?" St. John muttered looking between the two teens, having gone over to Daisuke who was shivering slightly from the pain and the chill in the kitchen – the sweat forming on his chest and with the heat of the day, causing a conflicting mix of sensations for the red haired boy.
"I-I'm so sorry!" Rogue gasped winded from the transformation of growing wings – her shirt ripped up, hugging herself with embarrassment and fear at seeing that Dark was gone; fearing she'd killed him, and this Daisuke had somehow replaced her friend - she sprinted out of the room.
Daisuke blinked after her, confused, his bloody crimson wings pressed to his back.
"Dai', she doesn't know Dark is still within you!" He heard one of the students yell – even as, knowing this because of Dark, he took off after her.