- Beautiful -
This is the companion piece to 'Stutter', I guess o_O Um, enjoy? *runs from homicidal bishounen*
(who would've thought Dark could be so dead(ly) serious? O_O;)
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.... Dark?
Hey.
Daisuke turned, blinking a little in the blackness. It was pitch black, with no visible light
source coming from anywhere, but he could still easily see the lanky figure in front of him.
Where...?
A dream.
.... Oh.
That made sense. After all, you couldn't exactly see yourself just standing in front of you.
Even if Dark wasn't really him. But he was. Sort of. Daisuke was getting a mild headache.
A dream? He didn't usually have dreams involving Dark. Sure, on occasion when the thief wanted
to show Daisuke something or tell him something in particular. Daisuke had always assumed that
Dark dreamt.... well, whatever -- he was a little afraid to ask, really -- while Daisuke dreamt
about rabbits, Riku-san, Hiwatari-kun.... Hiwatari-kun....
That's right.
Why? What is it, Dark? Daisuke stepped up closer to the other boy, brow furrowed in slight worry
as he forgot his train of thought about his classmate. He concentrated on Dark. Dark looked
serious. Dark never looked serious. Serious is what Hiwatari-kun looked like. Dark was nothing
like Hiwatari-kun.
The taller boy remained silent, amethyst eyes trained on amber. Daisuke frowned faintly before
blinking a bit in surprise as Dark suddenly stepped closer to him, long arms unfolding from his
sides to envelop the redhead. Daisuke gave a soft noise of surprise, remaining still in the
warm embrace.
D... Dark?
Sshh. Remember, this is just a dream. Gentle hands slid down his back, the soft material of his
black shirt shifting over suddenly heated skin. Daisuke let out another quiet noise, blinking
wide, unsure eyes.
This was... Daisuke felt hot. Like how he'd felt when he first transformed into the purple
haired bishounen who was about to turn his life upside down. The little hairs along his arms and
the back of his neck were standing and those hands.... Heat danced over his bare back and
Daisuke was dimly aware of the sudden fact that his shirt seemed to have mysteriously vanished.
.... just a dream.
The heat moved, searing down along his sides and he gasped, closing his eyes. Darkness covered
his vision as a wet warmth covered his lips. D-Dark....
Sshh. Dark's voice was gentle, affectionate. It made Daisuke almost melt and he wobbled slightly
in Dark's grip before blinking his eyes open to the blackness as he was laid on his back
slowly. It's alright, Daisuke.
Soothing. Warm.
I'm here.
But Dark--
It's alright. You're alright.
Daisuke relaxed, trusting and submissive. Dark....
He couldn't imagine a world without darkness. Daisuke had never been afraid of the dark as a
child. Heights either. Maybe that's why the younger kids had always called him strange. He
just didn't see why you needed to be afraid of them. Heights.... you could escape to high
places. Hide in a tree from your mom when she calls you to bath, crawl up on the roof to
try and see how far into the city you can spy on. An escape. Darkness.... darkness could be
an escape as well now, Daisuke supposed, but he had never used it for that. Darkness was
comforting. It surrounded you, and protected you.
Dark....
Daisuke gave a cry as Dark entered him. Hot.... it was too hot. I'm going to suffocate to
death....
Breathe, calm down. The pain will only last a moment. It's alright Daisuke, it's alright.
Why couldn't he be like Dark? He was always there when Daisuke needed him -- well, when he
_really_ needed him anyways -- and was always so strong. He knew what to say, how to stroke
your hair just right, how to whisper away your troubles. Daisuke felt safe. He felt warm.
He felt surrounded.
Daisuke was panting softly as he drove himself into Dark's body. The body underneath him
arched, strong hands dancing over his back. I'm going to suffocate....
Calm down. It's alright, it'll be over in a moment. Calm down Dark, it's alright.
Why couldn't he be like Daisuke? He was always smiling, always laughing -- well, most of the
time anyways, you can't be happy _all_ of the time -- and was always so strong. He knew what
to say, how to cheer you up, how to hold your hand. Dark was wanted. He was on fire. He was
real.
Sshh. Calm down. You're beautiful and I love you. It'll only hurt another moment. Sshh.
I love you.
I want you.
Sshh.
Daisuke panted quietly. Slowly, he opened heavy eyelids, and the shadowed and dark shapes of his
bedroom greeting him.
A dream....
Dark.
Just a dream....
Hiwatari-kun.
About ice....
That's right.
Ice so cold it burns....
That's right.
Good night, Daisuke.
Good night, Dark.
---
Well, this was even weirder than the last. *sweatdrops* This one was written around 'Beautiful',
by Joydrop.
' if I was beautiful like you
oh the things I would do
those not so blessed would be crying out murder
and I'd just laugh and get away with it too
like you do
if I was beautiful like you
I would never be at fault
I'd walk in the rain between the rain drops
bringing traffic to a halt
( chorus : )
but that would never be
that would never be
'cause I'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me
if I was beautiful like you
I'd be quick to assume
they'd do anything to please me why not
I see their reaction when you walk into the room
( repeat chorus )
if I was beautiful like you I'd have so many friends
all fighting for my time to be the next in line
so if I hurt one I wouldn't have to make amends
that would never be
that would never never be
'cause I'm not beautiful like you
I'm not beautiful like you
I'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me '
This is the companion piece to 'Stutter', I guess o_O Um, enjoy? *runs from homicidal bishounen*
(who would've thought Dark could be so dead(ly) serious? O_O;)
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.... Dark?
Hey.
Daisuke turned, blinking a little in the blackness. It was pitch black, with no visible light
source coming from anywhere, but he could still easily see the lanky figure in front of him.
Where...?
A dream.
.... Oh.
That made sense. After all, you couldn't exactly see yourself just standing in front of you.
Even if Dark wasn't really him. But he was. Sort of. Daisuke was getting a mild headache.
A dream? He didn't usually have dreams involving Dark. Sure, on occasion when the thief wanted
to show Daisuke something or tell him something in particular. Daisuke had always assumed that
Dark dreamt.... well, whatever -- he was a little afraid to ask, really -- while Daisuke dreamt
about rabbits, Riku-san, Hiwatari-kun.... Hiwatari-kun....
That's right.
Why? What is it, Dark? Daisuke stepped up closer to the other boy, brow furrowed in slight worry
as he forgot his train of thought about his classmate. He concentrated on Dark. Dark looked
serious. Dark never looked serious. Serious is what Hiwatari-kun looked like. Dark was nothing
like Hiwatari-kun.
The taller boy remained silent, amethyst eyes trained on amber. Daisuke frowned faintly before
blinking a bit in surprise as Dark suddenly stepped closer to him, long arms unfolding from his
sides to envelop the redhead. Daisuke gave a soft noise of surprise, remaining still in the
warm embrace.
D... Dark?
Sshh. Remember, this is just a dream. Gentle hands slid down his back, the soft material of his
black shirt shifting over suddenly heated skin. Daisuke let out another quiet noise, blinking
wide, unsure eyes.
This was... Daisuke felt hot. Like how he'd felt when he first transformed into the purple
haired bishounen who was about to turn his life upside down. The little hairs along his arms and
the back of his neck were standing and those hands.... Heat danced over his bare back and
Daisuke was dimly aware of the sudden fact that his shirt seemed to have mysteriously vanished.
.... just a dream.
The heat moved, searing down along his sides and he gasped, closing his eyes. Darkness covered
his vision as a wet warmth covered his lips. D-Dark....
Sshh. Dark's voice was gentle, affectionate. It made Daisuke almost melt and he wobbled slightly
in Dark's grip before blinking his eyes open to the blackness as he was laid on his back
slowly. It's alright, Daisuke.
Soothing. Warm.
I'm here.
But Dark--
It's alright. You're alright.
Daisuke relaxed, trusting and submissive. Dark....
He couldn't imagine a world without darkness. Daisuke had never been afraid of the dark as a
child. Heights either. Maybe that's why the younger kids had always called him strange. He
just didn't see why you needed to be afraid of them. Heights.... you could escape to high
places. Hide in a tree from your mom when she calls you to bath, crawl up on the roof to
try and see how far into the city you can spy on. An escape. Darkness.... darkness could be
an escape as well now, Daisuke supposed, but he had never used it for that. Darkness was
comforting. It surrounded you, and protected you.
Dark....
Daisuke gave a cry as Dark entered him. Hot.... it was too hot. I'm going to suffocate to
death....
Breathe, calm down. The pain will only last a moment. It's alright Daisuke, it's alright.
Why couldn't he be like Dark? He was always there when Daisuke needed him -- well, when he
_really_ needed him anyways -- and was always so strong. He knew what to say, how to stroke
your hair just right, how to whisper away your troubles. Daisuke felt safe. He felt warm.
He felt surrounded.
Daisuke was panting softly as he drove himself into Dark's body. The body underneath him
arched, strong hands dancing over his back. I'm going to suffocate....
Calm down. It's alright, it'll be over in a moment. Calm down Dark, it's alright.
Why couldn't he be like Daisuke? He was always smiling, always laughing -- well, most of the
time anyways, you can't be happy _all_ of the time -- and was always so strong. He knew what
to say, how to cheer you up, how to hold your hand. Dark was wanted. He was on fire. He was
real.
Sshh. Calm down. You're beautiful and I love you. It'll only hurt another moment. Sshh.
I love you.
I want you.
Sshh.
Daisuke panted quietly. Slowly, he opened heavy eyelids, and the shadowed and dark shapes of his
bedroom greeting him.
A dream....
Dark.
Just a dream....
Hiwatari-kun.
About ice....
That's right.
Ice so cold it burns....
That's right.
Good night, Daisuke.
Good night, Dark.
---
Well, this was even weirder than the last. *sweatdrops* This one was written around 'Beautiful',
by Joydrop.
' if I was beautiful like you
oh the things I would do
those not so blessed would be crying out murder
and I'd just laugh and get away with it too
like you do
if I was beautiful like you
I would never be at fault
I'd walk in the rain between the rain drops
bringing traffic to a halt
( chorus : )
but that would never be
that would never be
'cause I'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me
if I was beautiful like you
I'd be quick to assume
they'd do anything to please me why not
I see their reaction when you walk into the room
( repeat chorus )
if I was beautiful like you I'd have so many friends
all fighting for my time to be the next in line
so if I hurt one I wouldn't have to make amends
that would never be
that would never never be
'cause I'm not beautiful like you
I'm not beautiful like you
I'm not beautiful like you
I'm beautiful like me '