Whewt, so I launched myself into another fanfic. Best way to get better at writing is to keep writing, I suppose.
Here it comes!
DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNDER AGE THIRTEEN, or dislike/ have a problem with male / male relationships, do NOT read this fanfiction. This is your warning, and you have been warned, and will not be warned again. I don't own any of the characters relating to or pertaining to DNAngel or its affiliates. Obviously. And if you want to sue me then you are:
1. Under age 12
2. Very, very stupid
3. Yukiru Sugasaki (in which case, I don't blame you.)
It was the middle of the night, and the world was sleeping. Save for Daisuke Niwa. He had a lot of trouble sleeping, most nights nowadays. Ever since he'd found out that his body contained a certain kind of DNA—a different strain—that would allow the infamous phantom thief Dark Mousy to be housed in his body, his life had been one escapade after another. By now he was used to going without much sleep.
He wished he hadn't been born into this damn family.
But he didn't have a choice. What was done was done, right? He sat on the edge of his bed, knees draped off the side, back arched slightly as he hunched over a picture of his one love.
Riku Harada. Ah, Riku Harada, the other Harada twin. It was just her yearbook picture, clipped out and an inch or so large, but her perfect face, wry, teasing grin and cropped red locks stood out more than anyone else in the book.
She didn't love him, though.
Too bad. He searched his mind for the answers, wondering what she didn't see in him. What she didn't see in any guys, for that matter—Riku was a loner, plain and simple, in the romance department. Maybe she sensed there was something wrong with Daisuke, something horribly askew, just beneath the surface.
Because that's what he was. A freak. A… well, he didn't know what else to call himself.
A voice interrupted his thoughts, breezing in from the very back of his head. It was not a voice that would have been heard in the real world; no, it was contained only in his mind.
Still looking at that picture?
"Yeah," Daisuke said, jaw clenching.
Do you love her?
"It doesn't matter to you," Daisuke replied angrily, keeping his voice soft. He didn't want to wake his mother or grandfather, though there was little chance of that. They slept downstairs on the first floor, separated by a few thick walls and a couple doors, not to mention a staircase. Didn't matter how loud he talked, but he liked to be quiet, just in case.
Just in case they found out he couldn't sleep. He didn't want to worry his mother.
More than me?
Daisuke stopped his idle turning of the picture in his hand. "Um…I…"
There was a faint laugh. You're too easy to read.
"I wish you'd just go away," Daisuke said, and set the picture in his nightstand drawer, then lay back on his bed, curling up on the side that was facing his bedroom window. That cursed window. He'd been looking out that window the first time Dark had transformed into him (against his will, of course). That day had changed everything.
Why? Don't you like doing what we do?
"Stealing is a crime."
I'm a thief, after all.
"That's not an excuse! Why're you bothering me anyways?"
Dark shifted inside him. You're in love with Riku. That bothers me.
Daisuke rolled flat onto his back, crossing his arms behind his head and staring at the blank ceiling. What with all the staring he'd been doing lately at the ceiling, he considered getting it painted, or even doing the painting himself. Not that he was any good at painting. It just made him happy.
You're an awful painter though.
"Aw, shut up." Daisuke closed his eyes, an irritated look crossing his features for just a moment. "I've got school tomorrow."
Mm.
Daisuke clenched his eyes even tighter, lifting his back off the bed so he could flip the covers under his feet and back over again. He was too lazy to actually get up off the bed and turn them down properly. Besides, it was nearly midnight, and he had to get up for the train ride at six thirty.
But he was used to going without much sleep.