Sequel to Paternal Protector. Not for the kind hearted. This will have about five or six chapters and will be updated once a week.

Warnings: Psychological Horror and Gay Sex

Dark was gone. That man was gone. In what seemed like seconds to his traumatized brain, safety existed. Daisuke would have missed Dark, but found the correlation between that monster and his blood brother too great to cherish or grieve. It was exactly how it started... Dark appeared... the man appeared... Dark disappeared, the man disappeared.

The thief that had tried to protect him through this whole ordeal was gone. Though he didn't need protection anymore. Daisuke could not remember what had happened; why he needed protection, or even who this man was he kept seeing in his dreams. He only knew that with every peek at that demented face, his soul screamed in revolt and pled for some savior. But the knowledge that everything was over and done with eased his mind. Not exactly knowing what had happened, yet knowing it would never happen again. Ignorance was bliss.

Daisuke found himself lying in bed trying to blotch out the familiar moans from the room next to his. Living with Satoshi was fun, at least until the renovations in his own home were complete, but Niwa discovered within the first week that it was not at all peaceful. Takeshi slept over nearly every night; subsequently, Daisuke suffered through every night. He didn't understand why pictures of bloody, nude people floated in his head when the two were busy in their room.

It probably had something to do with his nonchalance of being safe. He didn't care for it as much, though his mind told him it was very sacred to him before. But before what?

I love you...

Daisuke couldn't discern the voice. It was on the tip of his tongue, but nothing came out.

Ah, Daisuke...

"Mm... Satoshi, you could try moaning a little." A voice, definitely Takeshi's husky voice, droned from the room next door.

You do that again.... I'll strangle you.

Hiwatari's light whisper echoed through Niwa's room, accompanied by panting and high pitched creaking of the bed, "Niwa will hear us."

"It's okay, he's pro'lly asleep. An' it feels like I'm fucking a dead person right now. Move your hips a lil'."

You're so ready…

That voice in his head... and those horrid pictures... Why were they there? What was he trying to remember?

"Nm... Happy?" Satoshi caustically remarked; even during sex he was defiant.

Takeshi sighed loudly, "Fine. That just means I'll have to fuck it out of you."

I don't remember…

The bed squeaking grew heavier, and from that noise Satoshi's held back moans were unleashed, "T-that's... too hard."

Daisuke, you're my...

... ...

Niwa woke in a puddle of tears and forgotten memories. He couldn't remember when he had succumbed to sleep, but he knew he was close to figuring this out. The voice sounded sexual in some areas, in others violent. Perhaps, he'd been in a relationship with someone and it didn't work out. That wouldn't make sense, though. Not with the overwhelming feeling of defeat when that voice resounded.

It was something he forgot to protect himself from. But now he didn't need protection, the threat was over- whatever it was- and his curiosity unlocked methods for his memories to be rekindled.

Wiping his eyes, Daisuke got up from the bed and tip-toed quietly to the bathroom. The two wouldn't be up yet. They wouldn't get up for another hour or so. Niwa washed his face and climbed down the twirling stairs to the kitchen. To his surprise, Satoshi stood at the stove, cooking an omelet, from what it looked like.

"Hey, Hiwatari..." Daisuke sat at one of the chairs circling the island table.

"Sorry. Was I being too loud?" Satoshi asked, serving Niwa the omelet he was just preparing, and then took out two more eggs.

"No. I was more focused on this voice in my head..."

"What?" Hiwatari faced his friend. This was the first he heard of a 'voice'.

"It only happens when you two are... involved..." Daisuke noticed the way Satoshi's eyes widened- just for a second- and his pale complexion flushed. And suddenly Niwa was hit with the thought that Hiwatari wasn't talking about last night.

"...Oh." The teenager muttered, and was about to begin an explanation when Daisuke cut him off.

"I-I mean, I don't mind, or anything. And you could be l-louder... I barely pay attention as it is."

Shaking his head and muttering to himself, something about that 'damn reporter', Hiwatari furthered their conversation to the more important topic, "What about this... voice?

"Well it's an older male... He says things like 'I love you' but also says 'I'll strangle you.'... It doesn't make much sense. I was just about to remember too... I have a feeling I've heard it before."

Satoshi stared at the boy in complete incredulity. Daisuke hadn't mentioned anything of his father since that day... He figured the boy just didn't want to bring it up. Though, he really just forgot it. Something so traumatic... he erased it from his memories, and now he wanted those memories back.

"You could be dreaming." Hiwatari breathed, turning back to his omelet.

"No." Daisuke stated adamantly. "I feel.... miserable when I hear it. It can't be a dream. This voice means something."

"You don't know that for sure."

Niwa heard the slight tone of deception in his friend's voice, "Do you know anything about this?"

Hiwatari didn't answer. He didn't want to lie to his friend, and at the same time didn't want to hurt him.

"You do. Who is he?" Daisuke pled, "I need to know! He's in my head; I don't know how to get him out!"

"Niwa... It would do more damage than healing. I'm not going to be the one to ruin you."

"I'm begging you. What does he have to do with me? Did we have a relationship before?" Niwa shouted, standing from his seat.

"Niwa, please don't ask me." Satoshi's voice seemed weak and seconds from breaking.

"Tell me. Please. It's cruel to hide this from me. There's something important that I can't remember. It's something I should have never forgotten... You can't possibly know what that's like."

"Fine..." Satoshi took a long breath. It did nothing to calm his inner turmoil, "Your father."

There was a long, silent pause. Then Daisuke broke out in laughter. His friend only stared in concern. This wasn't the reaction he expected.

The mirth died quickly, replaced with anger. "Are you trying to mess with me? I don't have a dad."

"Every human has a mother and father." Hiwatari said, ignoring Daisuke's maddening look, "You're visiting your mom today, correct? Ask her about 'Kosuke'. I know you won't like to hear it."

"I have no clue what you're talking about, but thanks, I guess."

... ...

Daisuke arrived at his house, noticing that no reconstruction had started yet. Stepping out of the limo, Satoshi's vehicle which he borrowed on days like these, Niwa walked up the front steps. "Mom! Grandpa! I'm home!"

Everything looked the same; no furniture out of place, no dish or painting. If the reconstruction wasn't happening yet, why had Emiko forced him out of the house? He recalled Satoshi's words. "Kosuke?"

"Up here!" A masculine voice called back. Daisuke's mind halted. Just because the man shared the same name, didn't mean he was the voice. Just because that voice sounded so much like his voice....

As he climbed the stairs, each step calculated and predetermined- the one thing he could control right now- Daisuke tried to process what was happening.

Who was Kosuke? Why did it sound so... familiar?

Daisuke peeked into a room he heard the voice... A man with black spiky hair was coming towards him. He looked so familiar...

"Do you need help with-" The man stood in the hallway, a few feet from Daisuke. They both froze.

"Who are you? Why are you in my house?" Daisuke asked hurriedly.

"I never thought I'd see you again. I thought you hated me! I-I've been getting help, I swear! It won't ever happen again." The man rushed up to Daisuke, preparing to hug him though his efforts were denied as the boy side stepped him.

"What are you talking about? Who are you?"

In a hurt tone, the man looked to the ground with despair, "Daisuke, you're my son."

So this is the sequel... Is it coming out okay so far? Thoughts, comments, concerns, please. And kudos to Shorty Carter!