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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Within and Without
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"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.
Daisuke found Rogue crying near Dark's tree – though she assuredly did not know it was his – wondering what to say to her, he approached walking slowly foreword. He knelt beside her and awkwardly placed his arm around her shoulder – she jerked away wide-eyed.
"Don't touch me, I'm poison!" Rogue sobbed- crawling away from him, drawing her knees to her chest, and wrapping her arms and wings around them - Daisuke flinched at her words, knowing it untrue. Within him Dark started to stir, having been dazed from the absorption, was still there – but how was he to convince Rogue of that?
"No – you're not, it's alright…" Daisuke tried to reassure her, biting his lip at what to do when it didn't appear to work.
"Yes, I am – I killed Dark!" She whispered hoarsely, the clear droplets of her tears rolling down her cheeks.
: Oh, Rogue…I'm not dead – Daisuke is just my other half…: Dark whispered into Daisuke's mind, wishing he could explain that to Rogue, and the red-headed boy swallowed seeing Rogue's eyes widen.
"W-what? Who said that?" Rogue demanded of the smaller boy, recognizing Dark's voice but thinking it could be a cruel trick.
"You can hear him too?" Daisuke asked, cheered that perhaps this was a way to convince Rogue that Dark wasn't as gone as he appeared.
-Tell her who you are! She can hear you! - Daisuke mentally demanded of Dark who shook off the last of his 'tiredness' to speak to them.
: Rogue, it's Dark – this is how I speak with Daisuke when I'm within…do you understand? : Rogue's eyes grew wide, and she started to smile.
"I can hear you both – is this really happening in real time, or are you just echoes?" Rogue asked, awed that her powers had tapped this ability from them.
"Real time." Daisuke answered aloud – just as Dark said the same mentally. They could see that Rogue was delighted – if somewhat in fear, of this.
"So your mutant ability is to change into one another and you get wings from it?" Rogue asked uncurling herself – Daisuke found he was relieved, he did not have Dark's ability to deal with emotional women – or emotional anything.
: Yap, flying is great – you ought to try it while you have the change. : Dark told the two of them, and Daisuke blushed – for reminded of the wings, he was reminded that both of their shirts were torn up pretty badly. Rogue seemed to catch his line of thought for she snorted.
"You just want to see my chest." Rogue leered – and since Daisuke, not Dark, was the one to see it, the poor red haired blushed as red as a tomato. Rogue's eyes widened, seeming to realize what she had said – and to whom, and she covered her mouth to hide her grin.
: Heh, guess you got more then wings and our minds – you got my ability to flirt. Good for you Mouse, use it well…: Dark teased her mentally, a light blush ran over Rogue's cheeks, her wings fluttering with mixed amusement and agitation.
"Well, um, classes start in a bit – you want to grab a banana or something and head to class?" Daisuke asked, at a loss to what to say after Dark's comment and choosing instead to ignore it.
"No! I-I mean, I'd rather not face them again after all that..." Rogue admitted, hating that the other kids – other mutants – now saw her as a freak.
"You know…it's best to just show our faces, tell them a short and simple version of what happened – and be done with it. Otherwise it'll be eating at the back of their minds for forever…" Daisuke warned, having remembered the time he had first arrived at the school and let them think his only ability was to grow wings.
"I suppose your right; it's just so…personal." Rogue admitted, bringing foreword one of her wings- half in awe, she smoothed the feathers down – the wing was black, but small hints of purples and deep blues glinted off them in the morning light. It was all very neat, and Rogue knew why she felt it was personal – Dark had been her first friend, and now she had his wings – and some his and Daisuke's mental link.
"Yeah…well, you know what they say about personal things - likely the most gossiped about – a mutant school isn't much different from that, only the talk is a bit more interesting." Daisuke said, grinning, and Rogue smiled back – that was true enough, instead of who had the worst family life or who had done what that weekend; they would hear about Bobby icing his room that morning – or Rogue growing wings after touching Dark – and very likely, the man in the basement of the mansion.
"I bet. Well, when you put it like that – I suppose I haven't a choice." Rogue said with a chuckle – and Daisuke, having it be almost second nature to have his wings, stood easily; Rogue struggled with them – not that they were very heavy – but they were large and awkward – rather like a large backpack. Finally, Daisuke reached down to help her stand – her hand was warm in his, and he allowed himself to smile up at her. She chuckled and wrapped an arm around his shoulders.
"C'mon bro - lets go see to setting things right with the school kids." Rogue suggested a warm smile tugging on her lips.
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Elsewhere, With The Brotherhood - Satoshi and Krad
A boy, only fifteen, lay seemingly asleep on pristine bedding. He had silvery-blue hair, and if he opened his eyes – they would be blue. On the desk beside the bed was a pair of dusty glasses – the only sign that in five years, the boy had not picked them up.
Another teenager – this one eighteen, with blonde hair and amber eyes, watched the younger from the doorway. He was called Krad – and the younger teenager who laid on the bed, his brother – Satoshi – lost in his own memories, he closed his eyes.
He remembered the little boy, who, while he had not been the reason for Satoshi's state – was certainly a key to it.
Daisuke…
"C-can he live with us, like in my dreams?" Satoshi had begged of his brother, unknowingly following his elder brothers thoughts. Krad would have craved, even if he hadn't wanted to, his brother was all the family he had left, and he would see him happy.
"Indeed." Krad murmured, taking in the other little boys dirty clothes, and unkempt appearance, and guessing his brothers dream of 'the red haired boy having no-good parents' or none at all, would be true as well. He assisted his brother out of the 'bed' of cardboard – red and black feathers, blankets. His little brother pulled the other boy up with him.
"What is your name?" Krad demanded of the youngest boy, who looked at Satoshi for permission to continue. Satoshi nodded encouragingly.
"Daisuke…" The red-head murmured softly, Krad nodded curtly, snapped open his cell - and dialed his personal driver to come pick them up. He led the two boys to the alley entrance, and waited for his car, a non-threatening mini-van, for a limo would attract unwanted attention in this part of the city.
The two youngsters climbed into the back with him, and Krad thoroughly, if gently- questioned the younger of the two, even as his own little brother glared at him for doing so.
Krad had decided he would adopt him, and with his resources, it wouldn't be questioned. Especially since the boy was a street-orphan. After a time, the mini-van parked beside a huge palace-like-castle that had Daisuke in awe - and Dark, hidden away within Daisuke's soul - suspicious.
Satoshi had led Daisuke to his room first, and then showed him how two rooms were joined by a door in the bathroom. Daisuke was to take the connecting bedroom.
Both rooms were separate - yet had a joined bathroom, and Daisuke was suitably amazed. Using his dreams, Satoshi and Krad had decorated the room to Daisuke's and Dark's likings. Even Dark was impressed, and Daisuke knew how much of a feat that was.
Satoshi then, with Krad trailing after, went on to show him the kitchen- the playroom - which was more of a play wing- because the entire east wing of the house was theirs. The west and south wings were Krad's personal rooms, which they could enter if they needed to, making the entrance and north wings made up guest quarters. This was all one floor, below was the servants rooms, cellars, and enough 'secret passages', stairways, and rooms, to keep both boys busy exploring.
But that, Satoshi and Krad knew, would be for later. Now it was near dinner, and Satoshi thought it would be amusingly interesting to see Krad's face during dinner. Especially since he didn't think Daisuke had been raised to hold 'manners' high on the to-do list of important things in life.
Daisuke, with vague memories of dinner at his home, mostly followed Satoshi's example when it came to eating at a fancy table with pretty things- that he didn't want to know what they were made of.
Krad had noticed – though much to Satoshi's disappointment, he had remained expressionless; though he did resolve to speak to the boy about having lessons in etiquette with Satoshi.
There seemed too much for the boy to learn, so Krad had broken it down some in his mind. As he was under ten, he was far too small to be older; he would learn etiquette and education first. Then start with languages, riding, and whichever task he favored. Krad noted that his brother knew he was guiding the younger boy through the dinner, and had likely told him to follow his lead previously.
"So, Daisuke, how old are you?" Krad spoke once he had finished eating; Daisuke's startled eyes glanced into his own, and Daisuke muttered something far too soft to hear. Satoshi nudged Daisuke's leg under the table, seeing his brothers annoyed expression.
"I'm- er, seven –sir." Daisuke stated, glaring at Satoshi, a small blush creeping along his cheeks when he turned to see Krad's bemused expression.
"Indeed. I don't suppose you've played many sports…" Krad didn't need an answer, but Daisuke shook his head 'no'. Krad raised an eyebrow, urging the boy to speak his answer aloud.
"No, sir…" Daisuke didn't meet Krad's eyes, and Satoshi looked between his older brother and his best friend – for that was what Daisuke was in his future dreams - and found himself split.
As the meal was finished, Krad had noticed too how much Daisuke had eaten, and seen the boy's expression before he had quickly masked it. Krad decided, quite suddenly, that he needed to do some more thinking. Perhaps see someone on how to train Daisuke's abilities.
"You're both excused; I'll see you for dinner tomorrow, as I have to go on a… business trip tonight." Krad told them as he brought his fingers together over the table, neither boy wasted the time to say good-bye, Krad found that most amusing. If expected.
Krad knew Satoshi knew his phone and cell numbers, having memorized them at a young age - so he wasn't too worried that something would happen to his brother while he was away. It wasn't as if he held anything too terribly dangerous here, most of those experiments were at another location. One of the 'servants' stepped out of the shadows.
Krad glanced at the 'demon eyed' and brown haired young man who had walked so easily from the shadows. He too was a mutant- charging kinetic energy into cards. Although with his duster and sun glasses he looked almost normal.
"Remy – keep them safe while I'm away." Krad told him coldly – bidding his time in trusting the new man, yet knowing all the same that Remy was there to tell him that his jet was ready. Remy tilted his sunglasses down, and gazed at him with serious red-on-black eyes. "Of cours'."
Krad nodded, trusting in them - coat flaring behind him, he left his mansion.
Krad shook his head, and the memories, away. Though he hadn't known it then - that had been the last time Krad seen his brother aware of his surroundings. It was a bitter sweet memory for him. Slowly, Krad sighed, turning from his brother's room, he walked the distance between the back –private – rooms, and Magneto's office that was closer to the hangers.
"Ah, Krad – I must thank you for this lovely island, it is truly evolutionary." The man – Magneto – had silvering hair and blue eyes, a survivor of Nazi, and human scorn for what was different.
"As long as it gets back at Xavier – I don't care what you call it." Krad grunted softly as a metal chair slid from Magneto's desk to him – Magneto's way of offering a chat. Krad sat – he avoided looking at the machine he had helped design, a small metal model of it occupying Magneto's desk.
"No change then?" Magneto asked softly as Krad sat, one leg crossing another as he leaned into the back of the chair, his arms crossed.
"If there was, Magneto, I would have my brother back – and know where he has kept Daisuke all these years." Krad allowed him – his white wings flexing as if he might burst into flight and alike to an avenging angel – reign destruction upon those who had wronged him.
"I have told you of the school –" Magneto assured, and Krad closed his eyes, digging up the memories.
"Yet, the ability to get there is blocked from me – yes, I remember your lectures Magneto." Krad hissed, his fingers digging into his arms, frustrated with his inability to set things right on his own.
"Good – I've sent Sabertooth out to retrieve the girl, so it shall not be long now…" Magneto assured – but it was not to be that simple, for Sabertooth arrived without her – and Krad sat by, allowing Magneto to do as he pleased to Sabertooth.
Inwardly, he seethed at Xavier's ability to do as he liked while Krad could do nothing without Xavier somehow knowing of it.