Schizo: My god, what is wrong with me? I have to say I've NEVER seen a Satoshi/Takeshi fic/drabble ANYWHERE! So... I CALL DIBS! Unless someone else did, then.. damn it.

I do not own D N Angel. I mean... LOOK AT WHAT I WOULD DO!

I.

Takeshi

“Saehara, can you just try and listen? I have better things to do than to waste my time trying to put something into your thick head.”

“I need glasses.” I reached over to him, “Can I borrow yours?”

He took a back as I gently slipped his glasses off his face and placed them on me. I blinked a few times adjusting to the lenses, “That’s better.”

“Saehara,”

“Yes?”

“Give my glasses back.”

“Why? You look good without and I look good with them.” I smiled.

“Point taken.”

II.

Satoshi

Saehara tapped his pen lightly on the desk biting his bottom lip, “This crossword puzzle is hard…”

“Reporters were not meant to be intelligent.” I nudged my glasses upward as I continued in my novel for the hour. He said, “A volcanic rock; 13 letters. Um…”

He ran a hand through his head, “Oi… I know this one…!”

“Agglomeration.”

“Huh? Yeah!” He wrote eagerly on the newspaper, his only reason for doing this in the first place, “Okay. Hard to deal with; 16 letters. There’s… such a word?”

I sighed at his lack of vocabulary, “…Cantankerousness.”

“Hm,” He silently spelled out the word while pretending to write it on the newspaper with his finger. He nodded, “Fits.”

“Of course it fits.”

“Sexual climax; 6 letters.” He smiled, “I know this one.”

He glanced up at me and bared the seducing fang of his, “Orgasm.”

III.

Satoshi

His arrogance was bound to bring his fall. How he always boasted that nothing could fear him. A reporter goes through great lengths, he said. A reporter has no limits in courage, he said.

“Oh…” Takeshi shuddered frightened at the eight-legged creature crawling over to him. Suddenly, he grabbed my arm, “Spider. In front of me. Oh shit.”

“A reporter has no limits in courage.” I mocked. He glared only to once again gasp as the spider vanished in the grass, “Ack! Where is it? Where is it?”
“Saehara, is that a spider in your hair?”

“You sadistic bastard, you think this is funny! Get it off! Get it OFF!”

My lips quirked upwards as I watched Saehara frantically ruffle his hands through his hair cursing violently. Served him right for being an arrogant liar…

IV.

Takeshi

Flash

“Saehara… Why did you take a picture of me?”

“You’re interesting.”

He grunted, “Go find Niwa to take pictures of.”

“Niwa doesn’t come close to you.” I took another picture, “Your beauty is a story of its own.”

V.

Satoshi

He bounced over to me. English class; five minutes ‘til the tardy bell would ring, five minutes of the torture Saehara would put me through.

“One fishu, two fishu, red-do fishu, brew fishu!” Chortled Saehara happily as he raised his hands in the air and slapped them on my desk. His smile increased as he averted his eyes, “Hiwatari-kun! Guess what! I can read in English!”

“That’s great, Saehara.” I said putting down my volume of David Copperfield non-translated. Giving him a quick sarcastic smile, I turned back to my novel.

“One fishu, two fishi, red-do fishu, brew fishu!” He was about to trip over my backpack lazily lying on the floor.

“Saehara, you’re going to hur-”

Thud

“Saehara! Get off the floor!”

He looked up, “But, Sensei, I have a very good view from here.”

“Excuse me?”

I blushed.

VI.

Daisuke

“Niwa! Can you take my clean-up duty today? Pleeeeease?”

“What do you have to do now, Saehara?” I turned to him, “The Phantom Thief isn’t stealing anything tonight.”

“Oh, that’s not the reason why I need you to cover for me.” With a smirk, he explained, “I have a date.”

“With who?”

“Hiwatari.”

“Hiwatari?”

It was then when Hiwatari walked by and glared at Saehara, “You were lucky.”

“He he he…” Saehara leaned over to me, “Poker is now my favorite game.”

VII.

Dark

Sprinting down the halls of the museum, I took a glimpse behind me to see if he was still after my tail. He was.

“DARK!”

“Sorry Commander! Got to go!”

A boy (the one who always hung out with Daisuke) slid in front of me with his camera in his hands. He came from the hallway on my left. Stopping in mid-tracks, I sighed relieved I hadn’t dropped the painting.

Saehara…?

/That’s his name?./

“Got you now!”

Flash

“Hmph!”

Tackled to the floor by none other than Commander himself, I groaned while lifting my head. Saehara gasped, “Hiwatari…? What are you doing here?”

“Saehara, leave now.”

Saehara took upon himself in helping Creepy Bastard off me and asked, “Did you come to help me find Dark? Awesome!”

“No. I-”

“You didn’t have to, but that’s GREAT!”

Standing up with the painting, I slowly began walking away smiling at the blue-one trying to slip out of Saehara’s clutch. Pushing the window door open (the one behind me), I said, “Don’t you two look sweet?”

Commander sharply turned to me, “Don’t you dare?”

“You’d make a cute couple.” And with that I took off.

“REALLY?” Saehara was overjoyed.

VIII.

Satoshi

Niwa took his pencil out of his backpack making sure everything he needed was out and ready. I jotted it down in the notebook before me. Niwa then sighed as he bent over to older Harada, “Harada-san, may I borrow some paper?”

“Yes, Niwa, but you have to get some of your own.” She gave him a sheet.

Niwa was forgetful. Take note of that…

“Thank you Harada.”

“Extra! Extra! Read all about it! New story on Dark’s latest thieving!”

Taking my attention off of Niwa, I turned towards Saehara. He screamed obnoxiously and waving copies of papers in the palms of his hands in the air. Girls, of course, rushed over to him and paid their fee of a hundred yen for the paper and squealed excitedly. Their sole purpose was to see the pictures.

Saehara waved over to me, “Hello Hiwatari-kun!”

“EEEEEEK! This is a close up!”

“Yeah, thanks to Hiwatari.” Saehara winked at me. I sighed. I hated it when he winked.

“Hiwatari?” Niwa spoke, “Are you… blushing?”

IX.

Takeshi

“Hiwatari, can I have a pencil?”

He hesitated, but soon took a mechanical pencil out of his pocket. No matter how much girls adored him for his looks, he was such a geek to have a pocket protector.

“Here.”

I shook my head in disagreement, “That’s not the pencil I want.”

“What do you-?”

He looked down at where my head was going. Grabbing my wrist, he glared.

“Saehara…”

“Worth a shot, no?”

“Take the mechanical pencil.”

X.

Satoshi

Niwa widened his eyes at our position.

“Oh… um… I guess I should be leaving, shouldn’t I?” He darted for the door.

“No! Niwa,” Saehara jerked his elbow to the right causing me to loose my balance, thus making us both fall to the ground.

“Oi… Hiwatari-kun… Your head is digging in my spine…”

Lifting my head, I growled, “Well you got us into this.”

“Do you guys want help…?” Niwa stayed after all.

“Nah…” Saehara smiled, “I like Hiwatari on top of me.”

“Saehara!” Niwa blushed.

“That’s it,” I pulled at the string, “You’re never playing with a yoyo ever again.”

Schizo: Heh, that was fun to write. I actually plan to write a DECENT fic on this pairing though... where it will make sense rather than the insanity I wrote here...

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Cheers -Steph