Disclaimer: DNAngel is not mine. DNAngel is not mine. La la la. But I do own these poems in here.
Warning: Um… Shounen-ai, mentions drugs and cutting at one teeny tiny moment, bad attempts at poetry, OC (teacher), Japanese, somewhat cliché, near rape, swearing, etc.
My black winged tenshi
Who are you to me?
I thought I loved another,
but I wished you were my lover.
All my dreams were of you,
When will it be just us two?
Oh, please be my one and only.
I can't help but feel all lovey-dovey.
I know I'm not a liar,
But I can't give in to my desire.
I can't stop my attraction,
You're not just a distraction.
Daisuke sighed as he reread his poem. It was a poorly written one, but who was he to complain? His expertise wasn't poetry, but it was p.e. and somewhat art. What was the teacher doing, thinking about poetry when he was supposed to teach Japanese History. Again, Daisuke sighed. 'What am I going to do? When I wrote this, I forgot we had to say it to the class, and I don't think I'll write another one.'
Daisuke didn't exactly worry that Dark or Riku find out the meaning of the poem. A new crush it seems. Riku accepted the fact that they weren't meant to be and that they should be friends. It looked like she wasn't feeling the same attraction like before either. And Dark. Why wouldn't Daisuke worry about Dark's opinion? Well, that was because Dark somehow got his own new body. Over a night after a theft, Dark managed to get his own body that appeared right next to his own in the bed. Needless to say, the experience left Daisuke blushing worse than a tomato. Dark had enrolled into his school, though because of his age, he was in another grade.
Okay, back to the question about whom Daisuke really likes. I'll give you one try to guess. Ready? It was Dark. What! You don't believe me? Why would Daisuke worry about Dark's opinion if Dark would hear his poem? It's because he loves him, I tell you.
"Niwa-kun. Niwa-kun! Niwa-kun!" Daisuke's sensei shouted. It looks like he spaced out again. "Niwa, you won't have to read your poem, today. We don't have enough time. Read it to us tomorrow. And next time don't daydream." Nodding a bit embarrassedly, Daisuke grinned sheepishly. The sensei broke his rant with a soft smile of his own. Before he could speak again, the bell rang.
"Hai, Takuto-sensei. I know. Ja!" Daisuke said as he grabbed his backpack and left the room. He walked over to his locker where Dark was already waiting. Dark and Daisuke shared a locker because the school didn't know they'll have a new student, so they gave them all away to students, teachers, and other workers there at the school. Daisuke didn't mind. It was less effort to find Dark and drag him home before his fans asked him out on a date.
"Daisuke, what took you so long? I was getting lonely." Dark mocked sniffed. Daisuke giggled and when asked later why, he denied it. Daisuke shook his head in amusement and ignored Dark. He turned the combination to his locker and heard Dark 'humph' by his right. Chuckling, Daisuke stuffed Dark's arms with his homework and dumped out useless textbooks into his locker.
"The teacher gave us an assignment and we had to work till the bell ring." 'There. Not a lie, but not the total truth either.' Satisfied, Daisuke walked away after slamming his locker shut. Dark walked quickly to catch up and kept up the pace that they were walking in. Dark tilted his head to the side, as if asking 'what kind of work?' "It was about written work. Nothing too important."
Accepting the answer, Dark asked, "Whom are you asking to the Fall Dance?" There was a dance coming up soon in Azumano High and Dark had numerous requests. But he turned them down, saying that he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask the one he liked. Fan girls were extremely jealous, but they never denied their idol anything. Daisuke never found out who that special person is, but he did try to nag it out of Dark. Never seemed to work.
"Nobody. The one I'd like to ask said they already have someone in mind. And it's not like I'm going to dance anyway. I don't know how." Daisuke said casually. He shrugged and Dark let the topic drop. They continued on home to the Niwa house in silence. That wasn't strange, as they knew most things about each other and they can learn the rest later.
"Ohayo, Niwa-kun. Ready for your poem to be read aloud today?" Takuto-sensei asked kindly. Daisuke nodded apprehensively. He was nervous, no doubt about that. Daisuke thought he'd lose his bravery if he opened his mouth to speak. The sensei smiled understandingly and waited till the rest of the class entered. When everyone was in, he looked towards Daisuke. "Niwa-kun. Stand here in the front and read aloud yesterday's poem please."
"Hai, Takuto-sensei." Daisuke said softly. Gulping, he looked at the curious faces staring back at him. Riku was smiling warmly and Risa was smirking slightly, obvious waiting for a disaster to happen. Satoshi just stared coldly at him, but there was a gleam in his eyes. Was it amusement? Oh no! Hell has frozen ov-
"Cough. You can begin now." Embarrassedly, Daisuke nodded his head. Gulping again, Daisuke opened his mouth. His voice was emotional and quiet, as if wishing in sadness for something he knows will never happen.
"My black winged tenshi,
who are you to me?
I thought I loved another,
but I wished you were my lover." Satoshi was already staring at him like he was crazy. Daisuke protested in his mind shyly. The girls were looking at him like he just confessed his love to Dark. Which he kind of did, since he said black winged tenshi. Or maybe he just meant someone who had a dark past. Yeah, that's it, the girls nodded.
"All my dreams were of you.
When will it be just us two?
Oh please, be my one and only.
I can't help but feel lovey-dovey.
I know I'm not a liar,
But I can't give in to my desire.
I can't stop my attraction.
You're not just a distraction." This was where he left off yesterday in school, but when he got home, he added a few more stanzas. 'It's not exactly good the way it is,' Daisuke had thought.
"I know you wear a mask,
while doing every task.
I hope you'll let it go.
I wanna' let it flow.
This isn't just lust.
How come you seem so blind?
You can't seem to trust.
Oh, your tortured mind." Daisuke ended in a lonely tone 1. Some girls were looking at him sadly, while others stared at him in wonder. Satoshi looked questioningly at him and the Harada twins were in a state of shock. Takuto-sensei gazed at him with glassy eyes, as if deep in thought. After a moment, he snapped out of it.
"Excellent, Niwa-kun. I never knew you were a poet. Your work is pretty good, for a person who doesn't like poetry. Sit back down and we'll all hear Satoshi's poem." He said. Daisuke complied and first gave his paper to the teacher. Daisuke blushed at the compliments he received and walked quickly to his seat. On his walk back, people gave him comments and nice feedbacks. Soon, that was over when he sat down and Satoshi was called up. "Hiwatari-kun, read us your poem. Let's see if it's as good as Niwa-kun's." Girls glared at Takuto, why was he insulting their god, Daisuke wasn't better than their Satoshi.
Satoshi ignored all this and slowly walked up. His movements were evasive and whenever a girl tried to grab him, he avoided the hand like a plague. He handed his paper to the teacher and told him that he memorized it and could just recite it from memory. When he began, his voice was cold and angry. That was the only emotion he showed besides indifference and people stared at him in fear.
"What do you think about my need?
I just want to be freed.
Why wouldn't I smoke cocaine?
Just so I can escape the pain.
You'd think I'm dead.
There's no more blood to shed.
The knife's bright gleams,
Brings me to my dreams." The students stared and stared. Why was he saying these things? He wouldn't really take drugs and cut himself, would he? There was tension in the room and you could hear a pin drop. A girl whispered to another that Satoshi's arms didn't have scars and everybody sighed with relief.
"I don't know how to breathe.
Why can't you just leave?
You're swallowing me whole.
What happened to me is the toll.
Get the fuck away from me.
I just want to be free.
Just leave me alone.
My heart's as cold as stone.
I don't need you anymore.
My actions are not to adore.
As I'm walking down the lane,
Up to heaven to leave the pain." Daisuke knew whom he was talking about now. 'He's talking about Krad. Krad hurt him and Satoshi can't be rid of him…' Without pause, Satoshi continued.
"The rain is quietly falling.
Time is slowly stalling.
The sky is crying.
My heart is dying.
Where can I find my soul?
By now, it's as black as coal.
My life is spinning out of control.
Nothing will ever be safe and dull…" With that, Satoshi walked to his seat 2. Takuto was once again in his thoughts. He seemed to be doing that a lot. Being lost in thought that was. The tension in the air was there again; you can cut it with a knife.
"Hey, everybody! Who died and made it a doom fest?" A voice said by the doorway. When Satoshi was reading his depressing and mad poem, nobody noticed Dark had opened the door and was leaning against it to listen. Seeing Dark, Daisuke blushed. Did Dark hear what Daisuke read to the class? If so, Daisuke is so going to crawl into a hole to die.
By the sound of Dark's voice, the mood immediately brightened. Girls squealed, swoon, blushed, and whatever fan girls do in the presence of their idol. Dark just smirked at them all and handed Takuto-sensei a note. On it, it said something like an assignment to observe classes 3.
"Okay, Mousy-kun. You can sit or stand wherever you like, but don't interrupt my class. This is an important lesson, despite the topic was supposed to History. We just did this in memory of some poets." Takuto-sensei said. It was obvious that he was displease that his female students would be distracted by Dark's looks and the male students with his reputation of being a thief. Dark smirked and nodded in acceptance. He leisurely walked over to an empty seat next to Daisuke and winked at him.
"Hi, Daisuke. Nice poem Hiwatari wrote." Dark whispered. He then chuckled and threw a look at Satoshi. Satoshi just glared at him and turned away. The girls looked between Dark and Satoshi, in confusion because they can't decide whom to stare lustfully at. At first, Daisuke's blush was receding, but now it was back with full force. Dark laughed at him and said, "Careful, Daisuke. We can't have all your blood rush to your head because of having perverted thoughts."
At that, Daisuke sputtered and glared at Dark. The girls were glaring at Daisuke instead. Why did he have the privilege to have Dark call his name? That was the thought that ran through their heads. What went on in Daisuke's mind was this though: 'N-nani! Does he know? I'm going to die if he knew!' Daisuke's blush was worse now. Dark just patted Daisuke's shoulder and turned back to the teacher that was glaring.
"Now that the interruption is finally over, I hope you guys will vote on who had the best poem." Takuto bit out. Dark grinned sheepishly at him and said a 'gomen'. Daisuke shyly smiled at Dark and apologetically at the teacher.
"Okay. Let's vote. Who votes for Kishimoto-san's…" Daisuke tuned the rest out as he turned away from the class and Dark to watch the skies outside the window. The sky always pacified him in a way nothing else can. It fascinated him how it has many colors, how it seems so close when it's really far, and how it can stand through storms. So lost in his thoughts, that he didn't hear the Takuto-sensei call his name. He didn't see some girls raising their hands and he didn't notice Dark asking Takuto for the poem.
What Daisuke did notice, however, was the surprised gasp that was emitted from Dark. He turned around and gazed questioningly at Dark. Dark slowly moved to look at Daisuke and he raised Daisuke's poem into his face. Daisuke paled and snatched the paper away. He stared accusingly at Dark, before grabbing his things and ran out the class. Takuto-sensei watched on worriedly. He shouldn't have given Mousy-san the poem. Satoshi just stared passively at Dark, before turning away and ignoring everyone.
A moment after Daisuke's escape, Dark silently stood up. Murmurs broke out in the class and rumors began. That didn't matter, though. Dark, without saying anything, left. He started to pick up his pace after exiting the room. Soon, blurs of the students were all he could see from the corners of his eyes. He was out the building and yet, he still couldn't find Daisuke.
Running behind a wall of the lunchroom, Dark closed his eyes. He took off his school uniform and slipped it into his book bag that he subconsciously squeezed. Bowing down in slight pain, Dark prepared for his muscles to rearrange it and wings sprout out. Blood flew off his body before turning into elegant, black feathers. Dark spread his wings apart and took flight.
Every other time that he flew, Dark would've reveled in the feeling of freedom flying gave him. But now wasn't the time to relax. He had to find Daisuke and confront him. He began flying circles around Azumano, hoping to catch a glimpse of the bright red hair he secretly adored so much.
Daisuke raced through the town without much of a glance towards his surroundings. Tears bit at his eyes, but he never let them leak out of his pupils. Soon, he was near his home. But instead of heading towards it, Daisuke just flung his backpack up towards the balcony of his room. All his training from birth paid off and it landed soundlessly onto the floor.
Daisuke ran and ran, never once thinking about the consequences of running downtown. Downtown that was the avoided area, filled with prostitutes, drug dealers, rapists, etc. Danger was palpable but Daisuke unheeded it.
By the time Daisuke did think about the penalty for trespassing into Downtown Azumano, it was too late. He already reached it. Men and women, left and right, gave him leers and looks filled with desire and lust. This frightened Daisuke greatly.
He always thought that he wasn't exactly good-looking and his self-esteem was low. If rape or something like that occurs, Daisuke's mental health will pay. Daisuke gulped and turned around. 'I just hope they won't come near me.' Thump. Daisuke crashed into a firm chest. Gulp. Daisuke looked up into the face of the male he crashed into and was surprised to see…
-.-
Dark couldn't find Daisuke and it was already two hours. He circled over the main part of Azumano once more and headed towards his home. He landed on the deck and saw Daisuke's book bag. Baffled, Dark picked it up and went inside.
"Dark? You're home! Where's my Dai-chan?" Emiko asked. She gazed fondly at him and Dark wondered if he should tell Emiko about her missing child or not. Despite being centuries year old, one could never let go of the fear of enraged, worried mothers like Emiko.
"Daisuke has…Ano… He's gone. He ran off." Dark meekly said. At first, Emiko gave him a puzzled look, before an infuriated look crossed her face. Soon she was shouting loudly. The neighborhood heard something along the lines of "Nani! What do you mean he ran off!"
Dark winced and stepped back uncertainly. He was about to back away but Emiko placed a hand onto Dark's shoulder to cease his movements. Normally, an angry Emiko would be shaking from rage, but currently, her hand was calm and still. That was the terrifying part.
-.-
Keiji Saga.
Most of the times Daisuke saw him, he would be annoyed. Presently, he feels extreme gratitude towards Kami and relief for Saga-kun. Keiji looked at him weirdly before smirking devilishly, but it was gone in a second and Daisuke doubted himself.
"What are you doing here in a place like Downtown Azumano, Niwa-kun." Keiji purred. Daisuke looked at Keiji, why had he purred like that. It reminded Daisuke of the time Keiji told Daisuke to take off his clothes and when he refused, he took off the clothes himself. It wasn't like Daisuke was a girl and Keiji was attracted to him.
Wait. Attracted to him. That's it. 'Uh oh. This is bad.' Daisuke thought before inching away, actions mirroring Dark's. Without replying, he turned around like he suggested earlier and took off. Or tried to anyways. Keiji had grabbed onto him and lifted a cloth to his mouth. Since Daisuke watched movies a lot, he knew what that meant. He tried to struggle, but Keiji's grip was strong and unrelenting. Accidentally breathing in the poisonous vapors of the cloth, Daisuke blacked out.
-.-
"You will find my son and do so right now. Do not come back until you find him. If you come home empty-handed, I will personally kick you to the curb and throw away your things. Do I make myself clear?" Emiko threatened. She had grabbed the front side of Dark's shirt and pulled him closer to her. Fearing the wrath of Daisuke's mother, he nodded and quickly extracted himself from Emiko. He left the house without looking back at the woman of the house.
Dark didn't bother to fly this time. There was only one place he didn't check yet and that was Downtown Azumano. Normally, Dark wouldn't go there to look for Daisuke, but times like this needs drastic measures.
Dark ran and ran. He ran like there's no tomorrow. It might as well be, though. Daisuke was gone. His lighter half. His other soul. What would Dark be without Daisuke? Without one, the other would be incomplete. The idea seems so grotesque that Dark didn't even want to think about it. 'I can't think about it. Daisuke is gone right now and I'm the only one who can bring him back. I just hope he'll be willing to listen…'
Suddenly, an ominous, fearful feeling came over him. It was like he was drenched in icy cold water and no matter what he couldn't escape it. And as fast as it came, it disappeared. What was that feeling? Did it come from Daisuke? But that wasn't possible. Once they were separated, themselves and no one else can feel their thoughts and emotions. But maybe, the feeling was powerful enough to break through the barrier.
Hold it. Powerful enough? Ominous, fearful? That equals danger. 'Daisuke is in DANGER!'
Dark quickly shut down his mind before more pessimistic thoughts could be wondered. He ignored everything and let a cold mask cover his features. Soon, whoever walked in his path was immediately scared shitless as he ran past. His face was twisted into a grimace and glare and his eyebrows were creased. Not a good combination. But Dark didn't care. All that mattered was Daisuke and he was in the hands of danger.
1. This is a poem I wrote. It's bad compared to my other ones, but this one had restrictions to it. It's titled Fear You, Love Me.
2. This is one of the longest poems I wrote. Long, you ask? Well, I'm not really inspirational, so yeah. I think it was called Don't Need You and some words were different and there was one more stanza.
3. In some schools, upper-classmen has to either tutor or teach younger students. I'm just adding it into this fic.
A/N: This is the longestchapter I wrote. XP It has a few of my poems and I'd like some reviews for them. This is the reason why I didn't update Amnesia. This is going to be only a few chapters I think. I might update Amnesia after I finished this. Review, please.