Just 20 Centimeters Away
Warning:Contents contain yaoi(boyxboy) aka shounen-ai, cursing, drama, and romance. If you don't like yaoi, then leave before reading another sentence! You have been warned...
Summary: -DarkxDai, SatoxKrad- A "first day of school" ends with drunken students passed out on the floor, an teacher who just doesn't stop screaming, and a new perverted student who won't leave Daisuke alone. But trouble seemed to love Daisuke, as it follows him home.
Disclaimer: Krad., Daisuke, Dark, and Satoshi all belong to Yukiru Sugisaki. I only own my plots.. if nothing else.
Chapter One: First Day of School
It was a bright sunny summer day. Birds sang happily as they flew over treetops and flowers were in full bloom, color exploding across the field. Butterflies gracefully jumped from vivid patterns of rainbows, sucking in nectar and spreading a warm glow in the sky. The air smelled sweet and wonderfully calm. All this would disappear by noon. By far, it would make the most beautiful painting ever created.
Daisuke Niwa never hated the first day of school more in his entire life. Looking out the window longingly, he failed to notice the blur of black and grey attack him.
"Gyahh! Saehara!" the red-head shrieked, pin wheeling his arms as he flew in the air. Girls giggled as he landed painfully onto the floor, with Takeshi on top.
A pale arm reached over, grabbed Takeshi's collar, and threw the hyper teen off of the unfortunate red-head. Daisuke felt himself being pulled to his feet and wobbled slightly as he regained balance. Already, forgetting his anger at Saehara, Daisuke turned around and smiled cheerfully, "Thanks Hiwatari-kun!"
Satoshi blinked as the brightness of the smile reflected off his glasses. Three months of summer had not changed the optimistic red-head at all. Daisuke's smile could always shine no matter what.
The girls who had laughed at Daisuke's situation were now gawking at the blue-haired youth in awe and started whispering excitedly. Apparently fan girls, they blushed as Satoshi looked their way with mild irritation.
Meanwhile, Takeshi got up and patted the dust off his originally black uniform. A mischievous glint shone in his eyes as he advanced toward Daisuke.
Before Takeshi was even a foot near the red-head, a cold hand had gripped his shoulder with unbelievable strength as blue eyes seemed to pierce through the junior reporter. The look on Satoshi's face clearly displayed the message 'mess-with-daisuke-and-I'll-kick-you-in-the-balls-so-hard-they-will-retract-into-your-body.'
A small whimpering sound escaped from Takeshi's throat as he backed away from the two boys, both hands clutching his family jewels. Daisuke, who had been day-dreaming decided to suddenly cut in, "Saehara-kun. Is something wrong with your er-.. little Saehara?" His voice was laced with deep concern.
Satoshi's cold glare seemed to press daggers into the reporter. Takeshi turned and gave the two a fleeting look before sprinting out of the room.
Daisuke stared at the door where the frightened youth had exited the room.
"Hiwatari-kun, do you know why Saehara was so uhm…."
Satoshi glanced at those wide crimson eyes and innocent look.
"No Niwa-san. I don't particularly know why he was in a hurry to go to the bathroom. Can you think of any reasons?" he asked, amusement playing in his words.
Ruby eyes widened considerably as Daisuke whispered his answer, "Do.. do you think he was.. turned on? Oh god. B-by what? And so early in the morning too!"
Before Satoshi could respond, the bell rang and the tall, ugly balding woman walked into the room.
"GET IN YOUR SEATS YOU IDIOTS!" she screamed. The whole class (excluding Satoshi who was always calm and Takeshi who absent from the class) jumped in surprise and scrambled to the closet seat they could find.
Daisuke found himself in what he thought was the perfect seat. Located on the left side of the class and in the back row, it was only inches away from the window. But the best part was that there was a cover-less hole in the desk's side that was large enough to fit a couple of textbooks, yet small enough to remain hidden.
A fake look of boredom covered his face as he deviously pulled a sketchbook from his backpack. Inside, however, he was singing in joy. Finally! A way to make school go so much faster!
"THE NAMES GINKO! AND GUESS WHAT?! YOU STUPID KIDS CAN BE HEARD FROM TEN FEET AWAY!! COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE!" screamed the old lady.
Risa somehow managed to leap ten inches off her chair. However, she wasn't the only thing that jumped. Apparently, she had been passing notes to Mio Hio and watched in horror as the piece of paper slowly fluttered into the aisle. A fact that wasn't missed by teacher's sharp eyes.
"Well, well, WELL!"
The class jumped again.
"What do WE have HERE Miss…"
Risa sniffled, "Harada Risa."
"MISS HARADA! PASSING NOTES IN CLASS??"
The whole class watched sympathetically as tears welled up in the brown eyes .
"Y-yes ma'am!" she stuttered, trying hard not to cry.
"My job is to teach and encourage discussion. In fact, let's start DISCUSSING YOUR NOTE WITH THE WHOLE CLASS!!"
A wicked smile ravaged the lady's already horrible face.
Risa's heart raced as the teacher bent down to pick up the note on the ground.
Oh god oh god oh god. Please.. someone… help me!
BAM!
Eyes tore away from the teacher to look the poor sucker who had arrived to class late. Rather than looks of pity, jaws dropped at the new student. For a good reason too.
It was a teenager and the word handsome wasn't even close to describing him. Tall and lean, the boy flicked the bangs of his perfectly styled midnight hair so the class could get a better view of him. Violet eyes glittered mischievously as a smirk graced the face of perfection. A lollipop stick dangled from in between two full lips that screamed "lollipops aren't the only thing I suck." And instead of wearing the customary plain black uniform, a loose sleeve-less black blazer hung loosely on his chest, showing off his six-pack. Pheromones seem to cling to the boy like glue on paper, an intoxicating scent of vanilla and cinnamon filling the air.
Meanwhile, Daisuke was taking his time re-drawing the scenic view until it met his qualifications. He had paid absolutely no attention to the note drama and wasn't about to look up from his work over a new student.
Unlike the art absorbed red-head, the rest of the class was in a wave of emotions. Girls gasped, completely love-struck while some guys stared at the bulge that was clearly visible from the skin-tight leather pants. Even Satoshi seemed to be a little off from the appearance of stunningly attractive teen.
Ms. Ginko turned around to face the unwelcome visitor, ready to scream until her voice would grow hoarse. However, like the many girls in the class, she was completely shocked and a glazed look overcame the angry expression. Her mouth dropped open and seemed to open and close like a fish trying to suck in oxygen.
"W-what's y-yo-ur n-name?" she finally was able to ask, though clearly unnerved.
The boy's smirk seemed to grow even bigger if possible and he answered in an unnecessary (yet so wonderful xD) seductive voice, "Dark."
Ms. Ginko smiled as if she had just won the lottery, though it was rather disgusting to see since she had not bothered to brush her teeth for the last ten years.
Dark ignored the horrid smile and brushed a smooth, elegant hand through the lustrous strands of his hair.
"So…" he began smoothly. "Where's my seat?"
The teacher stared at Dark for a few seconds before quickly responding, "Choose whichever one you'd like."
Dark flashed a money-maker smile as he strutted to an empty chair that was directly in the middle of the classroom. As he passed by Risa whose tears had paused half-way on her cheeks, he swiftly pulled the dark purple lollipop from mouth and stuck it in hers.
Surprised, Risa gave a soft eep. Her brown eyes were on Dark, asking why.
"Girls should never cry," Dark stated simply. He swung a muscular leg over desk and landed gracefully on the chair.
The teacher seemed to drop her personality all together and for the rest of the day, was nice and spoke in a stuttering voice while never keeping her hungry eyes off of Dark.
-- Lunch --
Satoshi almost groaned in annoyance as he sent a withering glare at Dark. Or more correctly, the back of Dark's head. Not only did the annoying playboy sit directly in front of him, but his table had suddenly become surrounded by hordes and hordes of girls, most of which were trying to flirt.
"Heeyy. You lookin' fine there boy."
"Oh. My. Gosh. Is THAT a cute shirt or what?!"
"Oh Dark! You're soo funny!! KYA!! –lets out super high pitched fan girl scream-"
"Do you like my hair??"
"DARK! YOU ARE TOOOTALLLY AWESSOMEE!!"
Giggles exploded as Dark told a joke that Satoshi found extremely stupid and lame. For a minute, he closed his eyes hard, trying to stay calm and not blow up. A rather violent bout of laughter shocked Satoshi into accidentally dropped his bread on the floor. That's when he lost his cool.
"Yep, that guy was an idiot. Trying t--" Dark said earnestly before he was interrupted.
"Takes one to know one."
The words had left Satoshi's mouth before he could stop them. Normally, Satoshi was careful to conceal any trace of emotions. A habit brought from being forced to attend his father's wretched dinner parties, it scared off anyone who attempted to start a conversation. However, with Dark, Satoshi just wanted to rip those long mauve tresses of hair out of that conceited idiot's head and shove them down those godly lips.
Dark turned around to give Satoshi a foul look before waving the insult away. Despite his expression of "yeah, sure, whatever," Dark felt anger build up inside him.
No one ever insulted Dark.
At least, no one ever insulted Dark and got away with it.
Even as he chatted with the crowd of girls and made them indefinitely fall for him, he kept a wary eye on the blunette.
The silvery-blue haired bastard wore an expressionless mask that Dark knew he would never be able to break. But for some reason, he seemed unusually close with the wimpy looking boy with red-hair. Heck, they even had pushed two desks together and were currently eating lunch.
Amthyest-colored eyes narrowed at the two. He couldn't see what the red-haired kid was doing under the desk and didn't really care. But he seemed to be friends with annoying cold jerk.
That was when Dark decided that the two would suffer.
Suffer and burn.
-- Afternoon Class --
Dark raised a thin eyebrow. Curiosity made him continuously look at the red-haired boy from the corner of his eyes. Throughout the entire day, red-haired boy had been doing something mysterious in the cubby of his desk. What could possibly interest the kid so much that he could tune out everything?
"Class, I'll be needing half of you to follow me to the office. Eye-tests are now in order!"
Rather than complain about how stupid and such a waste of time these tests were, the class kept quiet. They still hadn't forgotten about the teacher's little outburst earlier and merely sighed.
The teacher began randomly choosing students to get behind her, Satoshi being one of them, and sent a revolting sick puppy love look at Dark before exiting the room.
As soon as Ms. Ginko was well out of sight, Dark gave a loud obnoxious sigh of relief.
"Thank KAMI. That damned Ginko bitch is finally gone!" he shouted.
The class cheered along with him and Takeshi, who had returned the minute Satoshi left, was now whipping cans of beer at people.
"H-how the hell did you bring BEER to school??" Riku asked, staring incredulously at him.
Takeshi winked and began one of his infamous "life-changing speeches" that left the majority of his audience reaching for a razor blade.
"Dear Elder Harada sister, I, Takeshi Saehara am the freakin' genius of gods. I RULE this domain. If there's a rule, I'll break it. An unopened beer, consider it drunken. A hot babe, taken. A virgin, FUCKED. Remember this, I'm Ta--"
The speech came to a sudden end as Takeshi was claimed by cold darkness. A dirty footprint decorated the clothing above Saehara's stomach.
The class broke into applause, girls and boys both applauding Dark's action. Cracks rang out in the classroom as they opened the beer cans in honor of Dark's achievement.
Within five minutes, almost everyone was completely wasted.
Dark, being a very experienced drinker, wasn't drunk at all. Curiosity made him walk over to the said red-head and Dark couldn't help but gasp.
The red-headed boy had been drawing this entire time. He had drawn this morning's heavenly scenery and it was just too beautiful for words. Details simply flooded the page. The butterflies didn't just stand in a motion-less world. Somehow, they were drawn so accurately that Dark could see them flying off the page and into open space.
The drawing must've been taken hours and hours of intense concentration and hard work.
Dark grinned evilly.
Perfect, he thought, and squeezed his beer can over the boy.
--
Daisuke had been working on the last few bits of the scenery until something foul smelling suddenly burst over him. From the acrid smell, he knew it was alcohol. It completely drenched his hair, originally white shirt, and pants, giving the impression that Daisuke was a rather messy eater. But his reaction to the sudden wetness on him was nothing compared to when he saw his drawing.
Puddles of auburn liquid was seeping into the sketchbook, turning white pages a chocolate color. Dexterious hands quickly flipped to the page of his most recent artwork, only to find a smushed pile of soggyness.
A weird, creepy silence filled the room except for the dripping of beer and the snoring of passed out students.
"GAHHHHH!!"
Daisuke kicked the desk down, hyperventilating so hard that he was just about ready to faint. He positively glowered, ruby eyes now dark with fury.
"You.. YOU JERK! WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ARE, FUCK OFF AND DIE!"
Dark nearly flinched. Who knew that such an innocent looking boy could spew such vulgar words. Dark almost felt guilty for ruining the boy's picture.
But then again, the kid deserved it for being friends with the azure haired loser.
Daisuke seethed angrily, "Fucking moron."
Dark felt his eyelid twitch. Whoever taught this kid manners obviously forgot to include the most important rule. And that was don't swear at other people. Even he did have beer all over his desk and clothes.
"Whoever the hell you are, sod off and die."
Since the piss-the-kid off approach wasn't working that well, Dark decided to go with his second favorite method.
"How about I fuck you instead?"
Daisuke stared at the tall, proud teen and felt a deep blush rise to his cheeks.
"W-wha..?"
A perfectly portrayed evil smirk stretched Dark's face.
"I said. How. About. I. Fuck. You. Instead?"
Daisuke backed away without thinking and tripped, flying as his desk was knocked over. Papers fluttered in the air before landing in the puddle.
Dark chuckled. A simple (but not innocent, DEFINITELY not innocent) six letter sentence could make the red-head boy blush so easily.
"By the way, my names not fucking moron." Daisuke winced at the last two words.
"The name's Dark. Dark Mousy."
Red eyes widened in amusement and snorted (Daisuke snorted, not his eyes).
"That's a stupid name."
"IS NOT!"
The argument continued for a while until Daisuke finally gave up in exasperation.
"Aren't you suppose to be flirting with girls or something?" he grumbled.
Dark raised an eyebrow.
"Actually, I'm bi-sexual. So I can flirt with boys too."
Daisuke dropped his mouth and let it hang there for a couple of seconds before quickly closing it. Not knowing what to say, he just sighed and tried to clean the puddle.
"Soooo," said Dark, trying to break the silence. "Aren't you gonna tell me your name?"
Crimson eyes met glittering lilac ones in bewilderment.
"No, I'm not going t-"
"NIWAAA!!"
Satoshi ran into the room and skidded on the wet floor. Rather than crash into the wall, he used his intellect (Takeshi's heavily bruised body) and momentum to stop.
"Daisuke. –pant- Are –pant- you –pant- okay??" asked Satoshi through heavy pants. He had just run half a mile in two minutes after realizing Dark might target Daisuke because of their friendship.
Dark, who had been anxiously waiting for Satoshi, took advantage of the moment and wrapped a slender arm around the blushing boy's waist.
"Oh yes creepy boy. We're getting along, riight Dai-chan?" he said, heavily emphasizing the last word.
"Don't call me DAI-CHAN!"
Somehow, Dark managed to avoid looking at the death-glare sent by Daisuke. Instead, he decided to savor Satoshi's reaction.
However, Satoshi's reaction was far from anger, or even hate. Rather, it was… amusement?
"I see. Dark, Daisuke. I hope you two get along very well," he said, a half-smile gracing his lips.
Inside Satoshi's mind, he was cracking up. Dark had made a very bad decision trying to behind the young artist. He couldn't resist teasing the playboy.
Dark, you stupid fool, he thought. Just wait until you really know Daisuke.
A shriek interrupted Satoshi's thoughts. Ms. Ginko was back along with rest of the class and she was pissed.
"DAMMIT! HAVEN'T YOU PEOPLE EVER HEARD OF THE UNDER 21 LAW??"
The teacher continued her rampage and rants. This time, not even Dark couldn't make her settle down.
Takeshi ended up being suspended for three days, (two of which he spent healing in a hospital bed) while the class was forced to spend three hours in detention.
Daisuke instantly paled. He faintly recalled his mother's words before leaving the house that morning.
"Daiisuke!! Remember to come home at 6:11 PM!" she had shouted. Then she picked up a kitchen knife and waved it threateningly at her son. "Any later and you know what happens!!"
The red-head shuddered. Ordinary parents just grounded their kids for a week. But his mom was DEFINITELY not ordinary in the slightest way. The last time he had been one minute late, he had to wear a very fluffy, low-cut dress and forced into revealing positions as his mom took enough pictures to fill three photo-albums. One of those pictures had somehow found their way into a student's hand and by the next day, they were all over campus. Only someone had managed to enlarge it to the size of a poster. If that wasn't bad enough, a few guys had come up and tried to rape the poor boy. It was a good thing he had transferred schools the next week. Otherwise…
Daisuke gulped nervously. It would wake half an hour to walk home and detention ended at six. He would have to sprint all the way.
-- End of Detention --
"Class, you may leave now. For homework, you have three pages of notes to take on why YOU feel sorry for what you have done."
Daisuke sighed in relief. Luckily, Ms. Ginko had given up on three hours of detention. Instead, he only had to spend two hours in class, reading the book, Lord of the Flies.
He zipped up his backpack and ran outside. For ten minutes, he enjoyed the fresh air and orange, sunset sky.
A hot heavy breath hit Daisuke's neck, sending shivers down his back. Instantly, he spun around, ready to punish the molester. Instead of a creepy old man with a perverted look in his eyes, he found a familiar face……with a perverted look that rivaled Daisuke's initial image.
"DARK!" he screamed, both relieved and surprised. Wait.. relieved? No. That couldn't be true. He hated the flirtatious freak almost as much as he hated his mom's punishments.
Dark grinned sheepishly, "Hey. Thought it was you. Your red hair's pretty noticeable you know?"
Daisuke frowned.
"Okay, okay. I get enough of that at school. But why are you following me home, you molester/stalker!"
Amethyst eyes widened at the word stalker.
"Dai-chan! I'm no stalker. This is my way home too you know?"
Daisuke noticed how Dark didn't bother defending himself against the word molester, sniffed coldly, and turned around without another glance at the purple-haired teen.
Another ten minutes later found Daisuke walking expertly through a maze of houses, Dark still hot on his trail. At last, the tension was too much for the red-head to bear and he turned around, anger flashing in his eyes.
"GO AWAY!" he screeched, an octave higher than his regular voice.
Dark smirked.
"My, my Dai-chan. You shouldn't yell. It'll make your pretty face wrinkle! Maybe," he said, a smirk covering his face as he trailed off.
Daisuke didn't like that smirk at all. Still, he wanted to know what Dark had been thinking.
"Maybe what?" he asked against the sanity of his mind.
"Maybe you'd like to rest in my arms?"
Daisuke shrieked so loud that a window cracked. Then he took off, running at lightning speed.
Dark smiled wryly as the red-head ran off, admiring the view he had of the redhead's backside.
--
"OKA-SAN! I'M HOME!"
As he stepped into his house, the redhead felt something squishy against black and white.
"Arggh!"
"DAIIISUKE!! KAWAII DES!!" a inhumanely loud pitched voice squealed.
"To..wa… chan. Please! I'm choking here."
After ten more seconds, Daisuke was released from the ultru-super-death-hug. He sucked in a deep breath, trying to regain all the oxygen he had lost.
Towa-chan smiled as she smoothened out the wrinkles on her gothic lolita. Her best friend's son was so cute, she couldn't help giving him hugs. Plus, she enjoyed making him wear super revealing clothes.
Daisuke frowned for what seemed like the millionth time that day.
"Where Oka-san?" he asked.
His grandfather, Daichi, looked up from the newspapers and answered, "Your mom left a note on your table," before he continued reading.
Daisuke raised an eyebrow before walking up the hardwood stairs to his favorite place in the world.
His room.
Indeed, his room was a spectacular place. Covering the entire upstairs, Daisuke had a rare privacy from his intruding mom. He even had a bathroom connected to his room, giving his mom no chance of barging in with some special outfits she picked for him. Exquisite drawings covered the white walls of his room, only ending near his bunk bed. In a corner was a desk which was perfect for doing his homework on. A blank canvas lay against the floor, ready to be painted on. If there was anything he wanted to complain about, it would have to be the window.
Technically, the window wasn't a problem. There were no leaks, it never opened by itself, and it was always clean. The problem was, the window was directly in front of the window of another house. In fact, the distance between them was only twenty centimeters. A curtain was always over it, in case the neighbor might attack him in the middle of the night for some twisted unknown reason. Luckily, there was no one currently living in the house next to his, but Daisuke still wanted to keep the curtain there.
The redhead dropped his backpack by the desk and looked at the note left by his mom. Hoping she was going to be gone for a few days, he crossed his fingers and began to read.
"DAISUKE! How's my cute son doing? Normally, I'd ask that but today isn't about you. Today, it's about our new neighbor! YES neighbor. Someone finally is living in the house next to us!! Isn't that exciting??
Well, moving on, I'm there right now, getting to know whoever he/she is. Daisuke, be a dear and bring the fruitcake in the fridge over at 7 okay?
Or else!
LOVE,
Emiko!!"
Daisuke crumpled up the letter and threw it over his shoulder into the trashcan. He looked at the digital clock on the desk and sighed.
6:55
Time to go visit the new neighbor.
--
Daisuke looked at the door anxiously. What if the new neighbor was some old perverted man who would try to rape Daisuke in his sleep? Or even worse… A twin of Takeshi!
He gulped down his fears and pushed open the door. Maybe it would be someone nice and friendly. Someone like Hiwatari.
Confidence slowly filled the boy as he walked down the dark hall toward the light and laughter in the living room.
Yeah, he thought happily. A new friend!
Daisuke walked into the room, temporarily blinded by the bright light.
"DAISUKE! You just HAVE to meet this fine young man. He's so very elegant and handsome!!"
That was his mom. There was no mistaking the hyperactivity of his mom's voice.
Slowly, his claret eyes adjusted to the lighting saw not one, but two familiar figures.
Daisuke dropped the fruitcake in shock.
That hair….the every present smirk..
He backed against the wall in fear.
Could it be??
"Dai-chan!"
Mayu: Oh my! A neighbor with a window twenty centimeters from Daisuke's room. I wonder who this could possibly be. Don't worry my fellow fanfictioners. This is only the beginning. Review! If you don't... I'll set Dark on you! ... Well maybe not. You might actually lik- scratch that. You DEFINITELY would like that. How about this? If you refuse to review, I'll keep yaoi-liscious Dark, Daisuke, Krad and Satoshi far away! BWAAHHAAHAH... HAHA... Ha.. .
Btw, I DO go to school which gives like 6 hours of homework a day, giving me very little time to make chapters. I may not update in a while, but since you'll review, you'll use my guilt against me right? -refers to profile-