Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel. I write this fic for your enjoyment only. This is a new version of the Satoshi/Risa fic I wrote a while back and I've decided to rewrite it and post again since my writing has improved vastly since I wrote the original version. For those of you who are interested, Satoshi and Risa also make a cameo appearance in my Seraph of the End fem!Yuu fic, "Broken Bridges, Mended Hearts I, II, and III". I must warn that this story has mature themes and that you do not read if you are easily offended by such material. That being said, enjoy and please review!
Falling into You
"Thank you for taking me to the art museum today. I'm so glad you chose to spend the day with me; I know how busy you usually are," Risa said, gently looping her arms around Satoshi's.
A soft smile spread across the blue-haired boy's face, a gesture he found himself sharing more frequently since the enchanting Risa Harada entered his life.
"Not at all; you know I always make time for you, Risa."
On this beautiful Sunday afternoon, the couple strolled arm in arm through the halls of the Azumano Museum of Fine Arts. It was a place Satoshi knew well, having once patrolled its corridors in his fervent pursuit of the elusive Phantom Thief, Dark. But those days were behind him now. Two years had elapsed since the climactic struggle between Dark and Krad, both spectral figures having departed from the world, their respective tales woven to a close.
Although initially furious with his rival, Daisuke Niwa, for preventing him from sacrificing himself to vanquish Krad, Satoshi later found himself profoundly grateful; without Daisuke, he wouldn't be here now, savoring life alongside the girl he adored.
"Satoshi, look at this!" Risa exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she pointed to a striking painting of a beautiful nude woman reclining on an ornate sofa that adorned the wall. Satoshi adjusted his glasses, leaning closer to examine the artwork. The plaque beneath revealed it was crafted by a European artist, and while he typically reserved his admiration, he had to concede that the piece was indeed captivating.
"It truly is beautiful," he admitted, his gaze lingering on the painting.
"I wonder who she was," Risa mused, her curiosity evident.
"I'm not sure… perhaps she was the artist's muse?"
Risa turned to him, her expression intrigued. "Satoshi, I know you're an artist too, and I've seen many of your works, but have you ever drawn people? So far, I've only seen landscapes from you."
The question caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless. If it were anyone else, he would have simply replied "no" and left it at that, but with Risa, he felt compelled to elaborate; she was his girlfriend, after all.
"No, I've never attempted to draw people. But I'm confident I could capture anything I set my mind to; I am a Hikari, after all." He flashed her a playful grin. "The only challenge would be finding a willing human model for a pose like that, especially someone like me."
It was true; despite being very attractive physically, Satoshi's aloof nature didn't endear him to the girls at school, and very few would agree to such a request.
Risa giggled softly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I see. Maybe you have a point." Suddenly animated, she continued, "Speaking of which, I'm starting to get hungry. Would it be alright if we had dinner at your place?"
Oblivious to her underlying intention, Satoshi nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! Let's head back so we can start cooking."
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Dinner that evening passed with an unsettling slowness, marked by an air of awkwardness. Risa sat, her fork hovering uncertainly over her plate; she stole glances at Satoshi before quickly looking down, as if afraid to meet his gaze. This behavior struck him as odd—Risa was usually a vibrant conversationalist, her laughter filling the air. Now, she seemed to be wrestling with unspoken words, a mix of eagerness and hesitation flickering in her eyes.
"Risa, is something bothering you?" Satoshi asked softly, concern woven into his tone.
His girlfriend's cheeks flushed, and she hesitated, twisting her napkin. "No, it's nothing really. I just… I wanted to ask you something, but I'm not quite sure how to put it."
Satoshi frowned, his heart tightening at her uncertainty. Risa had always felt free to voice her thoughts and desires with him; she knew he cherished her deeply and would never deny her anything unless it might cause her harm. Leaning in, he gently lifted her chin with his fingers, urging her to meet his gaze.
"Risa, you know you can share anything with me. I love you, and have loved you since you helped me heal after Daisuke freed me from Krad's grip."
Her eyes glistened with a mix of gratitude and anxiety. "I know… it's just that I'm not sure if this is something you'd want to do…"
"Go on, I'm listening," he encouraged, his curiosity piqued.
Finally, Risa took a deep breath and voiced her request. "Do you remember the painting we saw at the museum today?"
"Of course, what about it?" he replied, intrigued.
"Well, I've been thinking… I want you to paint a picture of me… just like that." Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as the words slipped out, and Satoshi could only stare in surprise.
"Really?" he asked, his eyebrows arching in disbelief.
Risa quickly shook her head, a mixture of regret and frustration creeping into her expression.
"I'm sorry, forget I said anything. It was a silly idea, and I'll understand if you don't want to."
Satoshi stood from his seat, moving closer to her, and placed his hands gently on her shoulders.
"No, it's not silly at all. Don't misunderstand me; I'm just taken aback. I think it's a beautiful idea, and I would love to do it for you. But the question is, are you truly comfortable with it?"
She furrowed her brow, seeking clarity. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, would you feel at ease posing completely nude like that woman in the painting? I can't imagine you've ever done anything like it before, right?"
Risa nodded, her cheeks aflame. "No, I haven't. But I don't think I'd feel uncomfortable posing like that, especially for you."
A soft smile broke across Satoshi's face; he realized he had never painted a person before, and Risa's proposal offered him a thrilling opportunity he longed for.
"That's good to hear. So, when would you like to do this?"
Her expression brightened, excitement igniting in her eyes. "Can we do it tonight? We don't have to worry about school tomorrow, right?"
"Right, I almost forgot tomorrow is a holiday. Let's finish our dinner, and I'll set everything up right away."
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Satoshi rummaged through his apartment, seeking out a sofa for Risa to recline on after he had meticulously arranged his easel and prepared his paints and brushes. Serendipitously, he discovered an antique sofa that bore a resemblance to the one they admired in the painting that afternoon. This piece, an unwanted gift from his foster father, had once tempted him to discard it, but now he was profoundly grateful he had kept it. He slid the sofa into his living room, carefully positioning it at an angle to showcase the crackling fireplace behind it, intending to incorporate warm, flickering light into his artwork.
As he settled in to wait for his subject's arrival, Satoshi felt the atmosphere in the room was just right; even with only the firelight casting shadows, he would have ample illumination to paint.
Moments later, the door creaked open, and Risa stepped into the living room with a shy demeanor. Satoshi turned to see that she had released her long auburn hair from its restraints, and she wore nothing but a delicate satin night robe and the Agate Links around her neck. At his request, she had chosen to wear the necklace, which would add a beautiful touch to the painting. He had gifted Risa the Hikari necklace on her sixteenth birthday; Daisuke had returned it to him after the tumultuous Dark and Krad incident two years prior.
As one of the few remaining intact Hikari art pieces, it symbolized how much she meant to him, even though the pendant had lost its powers and was now just a beautiful relic—perfect for the portrait he was about to create.
"Well, hello, Miss Harada, you're right on time," he teased with a playful smile. "Are you ready? I've been waiting…"
"Of course, Mr. Hiwatari," she responded with equal playfulness, a twinkle in her eye. "I would never keep you waiting. Let's get down to business, shall we?"
"As you wish. Now, go lie down over there, but before that…" he trailed off, his sentence lingering in the air. Risa understood his unspoken request.
She approached the sofa, turning to face him. With a deliberate motion, she grasped the sash of her robe, pulling it slowly away until it slipped to the floor.
For a moment, Satoshi could only stare, a soft gasp escaping his lips. He was unsure whose face burned brighter—Risa's or his own. This was the first time he had seen a female body so intimately, and the fact that it was Risa's felt exhilarating. He had never noticed how her figure had matured into a captivating embodiment of femininity until this very moment. Stunned, he took a breath to regain his composure, remembering the task that lay ahead.
"Good girl…" he murmured softly. "Now lie over there…" She complied, gracefully arranging herself on the sofa and shifting into a comfortable position. Satoshi settled into the chair before his easel, stealing another glance at Risa as he assessed her posture.
"Alright, perfect. Now, lift your arm over your head like this…" he instructed, demonstrating the pose. While she mirrored his movement, Satoshi reached for his paintbrush, his heart racing as he began to bring the canvas to life…
As she lay on the sofa, completely nude except for the delicate Agate Links resting just above her breasts, Risa felt her heart race as she fought to maintain a neutral expression. This was the first time she had bared her body to him, and given her naturally shy disposition, the thought of exposing herself to a man—especially him—had once terrified her. She had always feared that he wouldn't appreciate her figure beneath her clothes. Yet, his reaction to her disrobing spoke volumes, revealing a depth of affection she hadn't anticipated.
Satoshi, too, felt his heart pounding as he began to paint Risa's face and form. She appeared utterly breathtaking, with her auburn hair cascading across the pillows, the flickering firelight bathing her flawless ivory skin in a soft glow, illuminating her warm, honey-colored eyes. He had always known her to be timid, even after they became a couple, and he had never imagined that she would make such a daring request. Yet he felt grateful she did; it granted him the opportunity to finally witness her concealed beauty. Her inviting gaze seemed to beckon him closer, as though she yearned for him to join her in this intimate moment.
After a few moments, taking deep breaths to calm her nerves, Risa gradually relaxed into the pose, locking eyes with Satoshi. When she caught sight of his flushed cheeks, she had to suppress a giggle, not wanting to disrupt his concentration. Risa felt a burst of happiness that he had agreed to paint her, trusting his artistic ability even though he had never drawn a person before. But soon, she realized that her focus was less on the painting and more on the look of wonder in Satoshi's deep azure eyes, pondering what thoughts swirled in his mind.
Likewise, Satoshi was curious about Risa's thoughts as he painted. He hoped she wasn't having second thoughts, as he was eager to complete the artwork now that he had started. It had been far too long since he had last painted, not due to a lack of passion—he loved painting—but because he had spent two years trying to escape the painful memories of being manipulated by his foster father and the cruel entity, Krad, that resided within him. It was Risa who had reignited his desire to create; she had pulled him from darkness and filled his life with love and light, and he would do anything to keep her happy.
Meanwhile, Risa had similar reflections. She found it hard to believe that the boy painting her was the same cold, calculating classmate she had met two years ago. Both of them had transformed drastically. It was Satoshi's steadfast support that allowed her to release her infatuation with Dark. Her feelings for the phantom thief had been nothing more than a youthful yearning—Satoshi was the one who introduced her to the true essence of love. With him, she envisioned a future she could never have with Dark, who had always known their love would end in tragedy.
Risa could not deny that, even while she was captivated by Dark, there was something about Satoshi that intrigued her—not merely his handsome visage, but his intelligence, maturity, and the air of mystery that surrounded him. She would never have guessed that beneath his frosty exterior lay a lonely boy, yearning for love and liberation from his family's cursed lineage and the sadistic presence within him that he constantly battled to suppress.
As he neared the completion of the painting after nearly an hour, Satoshi felt a rush of heat enveloping his body; he wasn't sure if it was from the fire or the burning emotions within. His heart raced and his thoughts spun, consumed by an indescribable feeling. This was the first time any girl had evoked such intensity in him; he couldn't grasp how he had overlooked what he truly desired while obsessing over capturing the elusive phantom thief—what he truly craved had always been right in front of him.
"There, it's done," Satoshi declared at last, adding the final touches to his masterpiece.
Excitedly, Risa slipped on her robe and approached him, her heart pounding with anticipation. As she beheld the completed artwork, she gasped in astonishment; Satoshi had encapsulated her essence with breathtaking accuracy. Despite his two-year hiatus from painting, his skill remained sharp and flawless.
"It's beautiful… Oh, thank you, Satoshi!" she cried, throwing her arms around him.
Satoshi tensed momentarily in her embrace before relaxing into her warmth, his attention drawn to the way her robe loosened, revealing glimpses of soft skin. The sensation of her delicate curves pressing against the thin fabric ignited that overwhelming feeling within him once more—an undeniable surge of desire.
"Risa… you mustn't stand so close to me like this…" he began, but it was too late; the fire crackled around them, intensifying the heat of the moment, engulfing them both in an unspoken longing…
Why don't you like it?" she asked, her husky voice sending shivers down his spine as her lips brushed against his neck, stirring the delicate dance of goosebumps across his skin.
It was in that moment of intoxicating intimacy that Satoshi became acutely aware of his unbuttoned shirt. He had been so absorbed in painting that the heat had compelled him to loosen his collar, inadvertently revealing more of himself than he had intended. Was that the allure that captivated her?
"It's not that… it's just…"
For the first time in his life, he found himself at a loss for words, a sensation that both frightened and fascinated him. Satoshi Hiwatari was accustomed to navigating the world with eloquence and logic, yet here, ensnared by her presence, he struggled to regain his composure. Risa stood before him, draped in nothing but a gossamer satin robe, her lips tracing kisses along his neck while her hands began their exploration along his back and shoulders. She had carelessly tossed his glasses aside, rendering him momentarily blind to the outside world. Her arousal ignited a buried storm within him—emotions that he had long kept at bay.
Satoshi had always suppressed his emotions, knowing that surrendering to anger or fear allowed Krad to seize control. Even after the blond-haired angel was banished from his life, the habit persisted. Yet with Risa, it felt different; a dam was breaking, and the tumult of unexpressed desires surged forth, flooding his senses.
"Please, stay with me tonight…" she implored, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt and slipping beneath the fabric, igniting a low groan from his lips.
He knew he should refuse her, but even as logic whispered caution, his resolve crumbled beneath her touch. He had always relied on reason to navigate through life's complexities, but here, in the haze of passion, it rendered him powerless. Dizziness enveloped him, drowning out coherent thought, leaving only the thunderous rhythm of his heartbeat and the tantalizing sensation of her hands on his body. He met her gaze, fighting to conceal his inner turmoil.
No, Risa, please don't ask this of me. I won't be able to let you go after this... I won't share you with anyone else.
That was the plea he longed to voice, yet before he could find the words, she captured his lips with hers. The robe slipped further open, exposing her once more—a sight that shattered his last vestiges of restraint. Satoshi, a boy genius often seen as more mature than his peers, discovered he was not immune to the surging tide of youthful longing.
With a surrendering heart, Satoshi grasped Risa's shoulders, pulling her fiercely against him as he reciprocated her fiery kiss. They scarcely registered how they stumbled toward the sofa, their clothes cascading to the floor until they tumbled onto the cushions, bare yet unashamed. They had traversed the delicate line of hesitation, knowing each other too intimately to remain shy. He gazed down at her, a playful smile dancing on his lips as his eyes roamed the contours of her exquisite form— his once icy blue gaze now ablaze with desire. Risa blushed, her fingers tracing the lines of his face and exploring the toned muscles of his chest, acknowledging the surprising allure he possessed despite his more studious inclinations.
Leaning in again, Satoshi captured her lips once more, his hands embarking on a journey across her body, venturing into the forbidden territories she had longed to share. Risa found herself intoxicated by the sweetness of his kiss, a flavor she could savor endlessly. Never did she expect their innocent painting session to lead to this moment, yet the thought of asking her boyfriend of two years to paint her nude held an unmistakable allure. The embarrassment that had once threatened to consume her was swiftly eclipsed by a wave of arousal. Watching him sweat, loosening his collar and undoing buttons had ignited fires within her, even if he remained blissfully unaware of his effect on her.
Reaching up, Risa gently traced her fingers along his back, eliciting a low groan of pleasure from him. As her touch glided over the skin, she could feel the faint scars just below his shoulders—remnants of where his wings had once unfurled. Yet, rather than feeling disturbed by them, she embraced their presence; they were as intrinsic to him as the striking blue hair that crowned his head. What had once been painful reminders of Krad's sadistic cruelty had transformed into one of the most sensitive and erogenous zones of his body, alive with sensation, especially under her tender caress.
"Risa…" he moaned, surrendering to her loving caresses as she explored the faint slits in his back, igniting him with a wild yearning.
The heat coursing through his veins reached an unbearable intensity; he could no longer hold back. Positioning himself near her entrance, he parted her legs with urgency. She gripped his shoulders, a cry escaping her lips as he thrust inside her—not with the gentleness of love but with the rawness of passion, sparking a momentary sting. He knew the pain was inevitable, but he met it with whispered apologies and tender reassurances.
"I'm so sorry, Risa. Please forgive me…"
She placed her fingers against his lips, silencing his regrets. "Shh… don't apologize. There's nothing to be sorry for. I want this… I want you…"
Leaning closer, he captured her lips once more, murmuring softly in her ear, "Then you have me… all of me…"
Making love was an exquisite and enchanting experience. Though both Risa and Satoshi were inexperienced, it hardly mattered; they understood that lovemaking was a journey they could explore together, and they had a lifetime ahead of them.
Gasps and soft moans of pleasure echoed within the candlelit room. Risa arched her back, gripping Satoshi's shoulders tightly as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her breath coming in heavy bursts and gentle whispers into his ear. Her body was hot and tight around him, a thrilling reality as he became the first to fill her. With each thrust, Risa pressed closer, her breasts brushing against his firm chest, sending delightful shivers racing along her spine. Despite being a novice, she marveled at his prowess; his stamina was astonishing, a delightful surprise given his otherwise delicate appearance.
"Oh, God!" Risa cried out as Satoshi drove into her again and again, igniting sensations she had never before imagined. Neither had anticipated the wild ecstasy of lovemaking, nor the delicious warmth that enveloped them both.
As Satoshi felt his release building, he groaned her name softly against the curve of her neck. Risa held him tighter, sensing her own climax drawing near. When they reached the peak together, it was as if the universe had erupted in a dazzling blaze of shimmering light. She cried out Satoshi's name, feeling his warmth fill her, a sweet culmination before he collapsed atop her, utterly spent.
"Risa…" he murmured, trying to ease away, fearing that he might inadvertently crush her beneath his weight, but fatigue held him captive. He wished he had more experience, but he felt grateful that his first time was with her—his beloved, the girl he cherished and would continue to love for all eternity.
"Shh…it's alright," she soothed. "You don't have to move if you don't want to. Just stay here and let me hold you for a little while…"
Satoshi chuckled softly. "Very well…thank you. I think I will," he whispered, leaning in for one more warm kiss on her lips.
Risa laughed lightly. "You're welcome, love. Now, sleep; I'll be right here when you wake up."
True to her word, when Satoshi opened his eyes, he found Risa peacefully asleep in his arms, their limbs entwined, their heartbeats harmonizing. She looked enchanting, almost angelic in her slumber. He couldn't help but chuckle softly as he leaned in to place a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Risa…morning, love; it's time to wake."
Risa yawned and slowly blinked awake, finding herself cradled in the arms of the boy she adored. A smile spread across her face as she realized it wasn't a dream after all.
"Morning, Sato…" she replied dreamily. "What time is it?"
Satoshi glanced at the clock on his wall, surprised to see it was nearly noon. They rarely slept past eight, even on weekends. He chuckled softly, realizing that their late night filled with passion had completely exhausted them both.
"It's almost noon," he replied. Risa's eyes widened in shock.
"Oh no! We're going to be so late for class!" she exclaimed.
Satoshi laughed warmly. "No, we're not. There's no school today, remember?"
Risa paused, her expression shifting as laughter bubbled up within her.
"You're right! But we should still get up and have breakfast, or rather, brunch. I don't feel like cooking today; do you mind if we eat out?"
Satoshi smiled. "Not at all. But first, let's get dressed and put the painting away for now."
Risa blushed, having nearly forgotten about the artwork. She slipped on her robe and moved to the easel, with Satoshi following suit after donning his clothes.
"I still can't believe how well it turned out. Thank you, my love…" Risa said, gazing at the finished painting, feeling Satoshi's warm embrace around her waist, his lips grazing her neck once more.
"You're welcome, love. I'm glad you like it. Now, where do you want to display it?" Risa frowned, suddenly unsure. She hadn't thought that far ahead; the intimacy of the piece made it impossible for her to consider showing it to her parents. Riku, perhaps, but not her family or classmates.
"I'm not sure…" she admitted. "To be honest, I didn't think about that when I asked you to create it."
Satoshi leaned closer and playfully whispered into her ear, "Why don't we donate it to the museum we visited yesterday? You're far more beautiful than that lady in the other painting; imagine how thrilled they'd be to swap her portrait for yours…"
Risa felt her cheeks flush even deeper as she spun around to stare at Satoshi, disbelief etched on her face.
"Are you crazy? Absolutely not! I can't even display this in my own home, let alone in a museum for everyone to gawk at!"
The thought of her classmates and townspeople gossiping about her filled Risa with dread. The woman in the other painting was an unknown mystery from abroad, but everyone in town and school knew her far too well. There was simply no way she could agree to such an outrageous suggestion.
Satoshi laughed heartily. "I was just joking, Risa! No need to get flustered! If it bothers you that much, you don't have to take it home. I'll keep it here, and we can bring it with us when we move in together—it can be our little secret."
Risa's smile returned, her anxiety easing. She knew Satoshi always followed through on his promises.
"Yes, I'd like that very much."
He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Good. Now, shall we get going? All that lovemaking last night has made me quite hungry…"
She giggled and kissed him softly on the lips. "Of course. Just let me get dressed."
As Satoshi waited for Risa to finish, he draped a sheet over the completed painting, his proudest work. It was a stunning piece, and he hoped she might one day share it with the world. But even if she didn't, he was perfectly content to keep it just for them.
"I'm ready! Let's go!" Risa called, emerging from the bedroom dressed in a skirt and blouse, her wing-tipped shoes adding a playful touch. Satoshi buttoned his shirt and tucked it in, glancing around for his glasses but deciding they weren't essential right now.
"Of course. After you, love."
Risa smiled brightly, and Satoshi opened the door for her, following closely behind. Just before closing it, he shot one last glance at the covered painting.
Perhaps he should consider painting his lover more often; it certainly seemed to ignite the spark between them…
A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you like my new and improved version of this Sato/Risa story. I ship them so much!