Can't Be Saved

Well, I am making a TwOsHoT for DaisukeXDark fans. I am sort of in a yaoi stage right now; so expect some more later on. Song title is Can't Be Saved by Senses Fail. I love the song and I thought it would be a nice title.

Warning: mild abuse, g-rated yaoi, language, and angst

Daisuke Niwa, a boy with red hair and the most gorgeous ruby eyes, was walking home after a hard day at school. He wore glasses so everyone automatically thought of him as a nerd. In fact, no one even seemed to notice him. It's like life today. You see a person with glasses and then you say, "Eww! That kid is such a nerd." And then you never notice them again. They are invisible. He just wished that his life would turn around somehow.

Daisuke rounded the corner to his house, almost running into the stop sign that had remained there since day one. He stumbled a little while walking up his driveway. He glanced over, seeing a red Cadillac parked smack dab in the middle of it. "Mom's home." He thought, dreading to walk any closer to the front door. He staggered up the front steps, exhaling every time he took a step up. When he approached the door, the knob started to turn. He braced himself for what was to come next.

He was jerked into the house by the arm in a bruising force. Next thing he knew, he was thrown against the wall. "MOM STOP!!!" Daisuke was being slapped horrendously, as the nails of Emiko left gashes in his cheek. "S…Stop!" He was sobbing hysterically. "If you were a good little boy, you wouldn't have been late! You are not the Daisuke I used to love as a son!" Emiko believed that if he was just minutes, or seconds for any matter, late, then he would have to be 'punished'. Usually she wasn't home, so he got away with being late. The ruby-eyed boy tried crawling away, but Emiko grabbed his leg, twisting it in an impossible way. Daisuke screamed from the pain that suddenly shot through his leg. He just lay there, while Emiko was clawing him senseless, breaking his glasses to the full affect in the process.

When it was all over, his mother stormed out the front door and sped off in her Cadillac. Daisuke's vision was blurry before he finally gained full consciousness. He knew his mother was drunk by the disgusting smell of Whiskey on her breath. Trying hard not to injure himself more than he already was, Daisuke hoisted himself up on his one leg that wasn't damaged. He hopped his way to the bathroom, rummaging through the medicine cabinet for any trace of bandages and peroxide. He found a few Band-Aids but they would do no good to his bruises and gashes due to their size. When he shut the mirrored cabinet, he looked at his face. One black eye caught his attention and the rest of his face was pure redness of blood and cuts. He grabbed a towel from the closet and soaked it with water before dabbing at every cut. He tossed it down the chute with these two words flashing in his mind. Why me?

Sliding carefully down the basement steps, Daisuke was in hope of finding any type of crutch or anything to keep him off of his leg. To his dismay, there was nothing. He had to go to school tomorrow because he had never missed a day. What could he use? He just faced the fact that he would have to go to school like that. Make-up would cover his cuts and bruises everywhere, including his black eye. Luckily, he had a spare pair of glasses because there was no hope to fixing the others. The glass had been shattered. Daisuke sighed in frustration. Careful not to bump his leg, he hoisted himself up each single stair step before reaching the top. The next destination would be his bedroom, which was thankfully on the first floor. Hopping his way once again, he made it successfully to his room. The depressing black paint only made the mood worse. Flopping on his bed in exhaustion, Daisuke fell asleep instantly.

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! The annoying alarm clock woke Daisuke up to the new morning. He fell as soon as he got to his one foot out of bed. "Ouch!"

He grasped the side of his bed for support and tried to walk on his injured leg. Sure it hurt like hell, but Daisuke was determined to walk half way straight. He walked into the bathroom, taking a shower and letting the warm water relieve the pain in his leg. Once he was done, he dressed himself in a black T-shirt and Khaki pants. It took him forever to get the pants on. Up in the cabinet, there was his extra pair of glasses that he kept in case of an emergency. This was quite the emergency. Slipping the glasses over his eyes, he winced at the contact they made with one of his cuts. He shrugged it off and walked out of the bathroom. He silently went into his mom's bedroom and grabbed her foundation that she kept on her dresser. Careful not to wake her, he gently closed the bedroom door behind him. He limped back to the bathroom and gently applied the foundation to every single scratch and gash he found. The lid to the foundation had been screwed on tight and Daisuke made his way to the living room. He never ate breakfast so that was one thing that kept him on time for school. Daisuke grabbed the messenger bag that had remained on the floor since he got home last night and limped out the front door. He grasped the railing of the front steps and slowly made it down them. He limped all the way down the sidewalk, across the streets, and across the school crossway. Then he felt the contact of someone else. "Arg! Watch where you are going loser!" A girl with short brown hair spat at him.

"S-sorry, Riku." Daisuke lowered his head in shame and limped the rest of the way to the school doors.

As always, he went to English first and sat down in the farthest desk in the corner of the back row. Laying his head down on his crossed arms, Daisuke looked out the window that stood on the far left. It had suddenly turned cloudy.

OoooxooooXooooxoooO

Daisuke was limping home, once again, hoping that his mother wouldn't be there or, to say the least, drunk, when he got there. He thought he heard someone following him, but he could just be exaggerating. He wasn't going to take any chances. No matter how much it hurt, Daisuke took off, closing his eyes and not looking where he was even going. 'Thunk'

The impact was unexpected and Daisuke was ready for any type of punch to the face or kicking to the gut. Instead he felt the person under him shift and help him up. Daisuke looked up and met the most beautiful amethyst eyes. "Are you alright?" The figure asked.

"Y…yeah." Daisuke was taken aback at the unusual kindness that was being passed to him.

"My names Dark. Dark Mousy." The angel-like figure gently brushed his hands over Daisuke's shoulder to dust away any excess dirt.

"My n-names Daisuke Niwa." Daisuke hesitated whether or not he should even give this stranger his name.

"I'm really sorry for bumping into you, but I have to get home." Daisuke looked up at Dark again.

(Darks Pov)

His eyes are so…entrancing. Stop it Dark! You can't hit on a kid you just met. (Mentally slaps self)

I wish he didn't wear glasses. The kid needs some contacts.

I watched as Daisuke's form disappeared and was out of sight. I guess I was silent a little too long. Why was he limping? He had a certain depressing personality. Does he go to school here? If he does, I have never noticed him. I guess that's what happens when you are the boyfriend of Risa. You're always busy with the in-crowd and never pay attention to the people outside the popular bubble.

(Daisuke's Pov)

I ran home, not looking back. I didn't know what to do when I gazed into those beautiful Amethyst eyes. And his angelic features made it seem like he would grow wings right then and there. He was so nice and I didn't know how to react to that. It's not like I have ever been talked to in a nice manner. I guess I am thinking too hard because my head really hurts.

(End of Povs)

Daisuke limped his way to his house with the Cadillac missing from the driveway. He sighed in relief as he opened the door and dropped his stuff on the couch as he made his way into the living room. He limped through the living room and into the kitchen to make his mother dinner before she got home. Rounding up a frozen steak, potatoes, lettuce, diced tomatoes, cheese, croutons, and ranch, Daisuke prepared her dinner. He grilled the steak on the mini grill that remained in one of the cabinets. While the Steak was grilling, he hurriedly peeled the potatoes, sliced them, put the slices into a pan with water, and boiled them. He went back to the steak, sprinkled season salt on it and flipped it over. Next came the salad. He tossed the lettuce, cheese, diced tomatoes, croutons, and a little ranch in a bowl. He was glad the salad was easy. He noticed that the potatoes were boiling and he turned off the stove. He drained the water and spread the potatoes in a glass dish. Next he put cheese slices all over the top of the potatoes. Last but not least, they were shoved into the oven. "OH NO! THE STEAK!" Daisuke tried to hurry over to the grill and lifted the top. The steak was a little burnt, but his mother probably wouldn't notice. He sighed in relief and placed the steak on a big plate before sprinkling parsley on it. The oven went off and Daisuke opened it up, sliding the dish out. "AH!"

The dish slipped a little off of his oven mitt, catching his wrist. It was like Home Economics all over again. Daisuke opened the freezer and pulled out a bag of frozen fruit, placing it on his wrist for a few minutes. The last thing he wanted to hear came ringing through his ears. Mom. Daisuke hurried as fast as he could and placed everything on the table. He dusted himself off and limped to the door, opening it for his mother. "Hey, Sweetie." This was just one of Emiko's mood swings. "Oh, you made dinner." She said sweetly.

Duh! Like I always do, you selfless…

If Daisuke ever said anything like that to his mother, he would be shot down dead right then and there.

Emiko made her way to the dinner table and Daisuke pulled out a chair for her. "Thanks Honey." It was just another one of her 'acts'. She took a bite of the steak and spit it out. "This is Disgusting! Way over cooked."

Next, she tried the potatoes. "Yuck! Too much cheese!"

Last was the salad. "Damnit Daisuke! You know I hate tomatoes!"

"Who the hell do you think you are? You think you can just poison me with this disgusting food?" Emiko was infuriated with anger and hate. Daisuke shrank at her intimidating expression. Emiko looked down at his wrist and saw the burn. "You burned yourself?"

"Y-Yeah. The dish sort of…"

"SHUT UP!" The mother monster towered over Daisuke and shoved him to the ground.

"Please mom. Not tonight! I am terribly sore!" Daisuke pleaded for her to not 'punish' him.

"You think that I care? You can't do anything right, you little twit!" She had pushed closer, forcing Daisuke in a corner.

Emiko pulled Daisuke up by the arm and slapped his face, hard. He grasped his sweltering cheek, looking into the eyes of a true monster before sliding down the wall. His pained eyes clouded with tears. She kicked him in the stomach, sending him sprawling on the floor. He found himself spitting up blood. His head was pounding and Emiko punching him wasn't helping any. Her nails found their place on his face and arms. Why did god hate him so? Was he fated to die under the hands of his own mom? This was another turn for hell.

(Dark's Pov)

As I walk down this sidewalk, I can't help but wish that I could run into…what was his name? Daisuke? He was just so cute and those big round ruby eyes really got to me.

(End Dark's Pov)

Dark walked along the sidewalk on his usual walk. Ringing through his ears was the sound of an argument. At least, that's what he thought it sounded like when it was clearly something more dreadful. He found the home it was coming from and decided to be nosey and see what was going on. He could take a risk at getting his nose chopped off. He glided over to one of the windows, peeping just a bit. His eyes went wide when he saw the scene that played in front of him. Those ruby eyes clouded with tears. An insane looking woman towered over him. Dark witnessed the whole thing. Daisuke's mom dashed over to the counter, grabbing a knife, and threateningly shaking it at Daisuke. The insane woman held it up high. Before she could even blink, Dark had crashed through the door automatically and paused time around him. Emiko's crazed eyes jerked towards Dark. "Who the hell are you?" Emiko lowered the knife.

"Uh…" Dark didn't know what to say.

Daisuke found an escape and tried crawling away. "Oh no you don't!" Emiko caught Daisuke's foot on his bad leg, sending waves of pain through him. He winced and kicked with his other leg, trying to squirm free of her death hold. She lifted the knife, preparing to stab her son. It all happened so fast. A blur of events coursed through Daisuke's mind.

The next thing he knew, he was in a pair of strong arms. A smooth voice was cooing to him. "Shhh. It's all going to be all right." It was a male voice.

Daisuke cracked his eyes open a bit and blue and red lights flickered in his vision. His vision had come clear when he felt his glasses being placed on his eyes. His mother was being hauled off in handcuffs. Frightened and Traumatized, Daisuke looked up to see who had rescued him. When those ruby eyes met those amethyst ones, he knew that Dark was an angel, his savior from god. Maybe he underestimated his lord above him.

Before Daisuke closed his eyes in exhaustion, he was being lifted onto a soft cushiony object. Doors closed and Daisuke felt like he was moving. Everything else disappeared and faded when he felt a cool hand on his cheek. Everything went black…

Follow your bliss

It reads on my chest

I know I got it tattooed for a reason

Why can't I just hold it true?

Cause I'm still crashing

All the funerals

Of these people

That I Never

Knew.

I'm stuck in a coma

Stuck in a never-ending sleep

Someday I will wake up

And realize I made up

Everything

YAY!! Ok so there really wasn't much DaisukeXDark yet but I promise that it will happen next chapter and it will be LONGER! I hope this wasn't corny or anything. Reviews please. Thank you all