Another new morning, another new story. Welcome to Wilting Roses, a D.N.Angel fan fiction from Lia. Have tissues at the ready, as this is going to be of the Angst genre. Two warnings, one, this is a first attempt at an Angst story, so constructive criticism is appreciated in order to improve writing skills. Two, this story is Shouen-Ai from the start, so if any readers are not fans of this branch of the genre, simply do not read.
Disclaimer: I don't own D.N.Angel or the song "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit.
Oh, and I know that we're not supposed to do author notes anymore, but who actually follows that rule?
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Wilting Roses
Chapter One: Talk Me Out of It
…All the clouds I wish, I wish
Oh they're grey
I'll stay if you go away
Concrete, tall as the sky
Movement, passing me by
And the blush
What a rush
Reminisce
Cold crush
Next door, ear to the wall
All the tension, wait for the call
I wish, it was
All that easy
I wish, I wish
I wish, it was
All that easy…
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(("This isn't a good idea, Satoshi-sama. What if you collapse again?"))
("I'll be fine Krad, stop fussing, it's not like you.")
(("Even I am able to worry about others. You need to be worrying about yourself right now."))
("For goodness sake, it'll be fine; we're only cleaning out the library!")
(("Alright, but if you start over-exerting yourself, I'm taking over to give you a rest."))
("Fine, just shut up.")
(("Hmph. Well, have fun with your little lover."))
("Shut up, Krad!")
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Krad was right, Satoshi knew that. Recently he had not been feeling himself, but he hadn't thought much of it at first, just putting it down as part of the Hikari curse that ran through his veins. But after more than one incident of dizzy spells and strange chest pains, Satoshi was starting to worry if there was something else wrong with him. Krad was worried too, the connection between their souls forcing him to endure echoes of the feelings that Satoshi had, but what could only be described as a recent and complete change in Krad's usually sadistic personality was even more worrying. He had started being nice to Satoshi.
As a result of these strange events within his body, Satoshi had completely stopped attending school, not emerging from the isolation of his house at all. It was the only way to stop him finding out he was sick…
Unfortunately, Satoshi's reclusive behaviour had not deterred that certain someone from seeing him. At first, he had been bringing round homework or popping round to share local gossip, or to borrow or return a book or two…The last straw had come when he had rung the doorbell requesting a cup of sugar, supposedly for a cake mixture. After that, Satoshi had given up and told Daisuke Niwa to stop making random excuses just to come round and see him.
Satoshi carried their drinks up the stairs to the main hallway where Daisuke was waiting, playing affectionately with his pet-thing?-Wiz, who had accompanied him for another daily visit. Having decided that Satoshi's house was a mess (well, I supposed it was really) Daisuke had insisted on coming up with ideas and plans for complete refurbishment. Enjoying the company and finding an unexpected flare for interior design, Satoshi had not-so-reluctantly agreed, and since the start of the summer holidays the two of them (with a little 'help' from Wiz) had completely transformed the ground floor of the house from derelict to decent. (If you ignored the tiny paw-prints on the paintwork).
Today, they were making a start on the first floor. Having cleared the landing, the decorating duo had decided to take on the biggest challenge first: To clear out the library.
"Whoa!" Daisuke spluttered through the cloud of dust that greeted them upon opening of the long-locked door. "Satoshi-san, don't you ever come up here? There are dust bunnies everywhere!"
"Um, I suppose it could use a little cleaning…" Satoshi mumbled, his eyes roving over the piles of books fallen into piles on the floor from their random spaces, crammed onto packed shelves, and the dust that was an inch thick in its lowest level.
"A-Chuu!." Agreed a sneezing Wiz.
Ever the optimist, Daisuke was not put off by the impossible mess, and, running out of the double doors, he returned with several dusters, bin liners and dust masks.
"Well, where shall we start then?"
"I have no idea."
"Chuu…"
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After two long days of extensive cleaning and clearing, the library was starting to vaguely resemble a room again, rather than a junk yard. The mass of floor space was slowly beginning to take over discarded books and covered carpet, and Satoshi, Daisuke and Wiz were all exhausted.
Daisuke and Wiz had left for the day, barely recognisable under layers of dirt, and Satoshi was finally able to collapse into bed and rest, his chest constricted and painful.
(("Satoshi-sama, you can't ignore it anymore. You're getting worse."))
("No I'm not, Krad. Stop fussing…")
(("You may be hiding it from yourself, but you can't hide it from me, remember?"))
("I'll be fine, just let me get on with it. We'll finish the library tomorrow and I'll rest over the weekend, okay?")
(("The rate you're going, I'm not sure you'll last to the weekend…"))
("Krad, I know my limits…Look can we change the subject?")
(("Ok…So when are you gonna tell him?"))
("Tell who what?")
(("Why, tell young Daisuke that you've got the hots for him, of course."))
("Krad! Shut up!")
(("You're the one who said to change the subject.")) Krad smiled mentally, the fact that Satoshi hadn't denied this did not go unnoticed…
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"Hey, I think we're almost done!" Daisuke grinned, shifting yet another pile of books neatly back onto their rightful shelves.
"Yes, it does look a lot better…Um, Daisuke…?"
"Yeah?"
Satoshi avoided his eye at the last minute. "N-Nothing…Um, look, there's still one more pile of stuff over here…"
Head down, he crossed the large room to where a stack of old leather-bound volumes were propped against an oak bookshelf. Daisuke followed, a little confused, and they both began to pick up the old books.
/"Daisuke! Don't touch those!"\ Dark shouted inside his head, a moment too late. As soon as the two boys touched the books, a strange sound snapped through the dusty air, followed by a sharp flash of light, and Satoshi remembered no more.
"Satoshi? SATOSHI!"
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End of Chapter One, please review.