Schizo: Honestly, to tell you the truth, I don't know why this took so long to write or why I'm writing this at all. Basically, I think because the ending of U S of Angel was a bit vague since I had different meanings for it. Those who think I just decided to make Dark and Krad have bodies of their own for the hell of it... well, technically not true. Just a delay for this story. All will end well I hope.

Now... Questions you had might be answered here. Confusion in this chapter? Well... by now you should know I don't make reading easy. Work those brain muscles!

I don't own D N Angel or the Nine Inch Nails lyrics mentioned here. But you know what? Gavin wants to sing, okay? PEOPLE HAVE THE RIGHT TO SIGN FANFICTION(DOT)NET! Which comes to a conclusion of mine...

Nine Inch Nails reads D N Angel fanfiction?

...Awesome.

Gavin

“What are you doing?”

Daisuke leaned over to me apparently observing my odd eating habits. It was rare of me to have a big breakfast. I usually just ate cereal (or a piece of bread), but Daisuke’s family eats actual breakfast, so I had to please them. However, if I couldn’t get past that gigantic bowl of cereal they so generously served me… Daisuke would just have to force feed me.

It was my first morning of my three-month visit at the Niwas—and was last night such a wonderful evening. I was looking forward to living here for awhile, even if my parents had to be on the other side of the world for me to do so. This was a perfect chance to seriously know every ounce and fiber of Daisuke’s being—and the same for him for me. He was still wondering why I was so obsessed in separating the cereal-disguised-red-hamster-crap from the marshmallows. So I clarified, “I only want to eat the marshmallows out of the Franken Berry.”

“I know, but the marshmallows aren’t much better than the Franken Berry itself.”

“I don’t care about it being better. It’s just a pain having to sift out the marshmallows. Didn’t they make a cereal with all the marshmallows? That would be so much easier.”

“You mean… a cereal with just all marshmallows?” He raised a brow at me.

“Yeah. No crunchy parts, just marshmallows.”

“Yes Gavin. It’s called a bag of marshmallows.”

“Well…” He got me there, “They aren’t shaped into anything special or dyed. So hah!”

He laughed knowing full well the conversation wasn’t needed, but it was fun to have. Too many of these conversations were occurring, which was nice, but also meant our life was a little too simple. And that retched saying “all good things come to an end” would always bring a pessimistic twist to everything, but I didn’t want my good life coming to an end. So…

“Ah! Gavi!” Daisuke used his napkin to wipe his face, “Why’d you spill cereal on me!”

“To see you get wet,” I smiled, “Why else?”

He blushed, pointing with his eyes towards his parents, who were oblivious to the whole scene considering how they were discussing amongst themselves. I didn’t know what they were talking about though. It might have been about Dark and Krad (they didn’t live with us) or it might have been about that new maid they got (Towa, was it? I rarely saw her…).

“To-to!” Oh, it was “To-to”. Emiko looked around the dining room and found the white-haired (was she an albino too?) laced enriched woman and exclaimed, “To-to-dear! There’s a fruit sale today! Would you care to accompany me today?”

“Why of course Mrs. Niwa!”

Ever wonder why some people are just a little too cherry (especially for the morning)? To-to (though I was pretty sure her name was Towa) is a person who—though I’ll never know how—always seems pretty content and satisfied with everything if not overjoyed about it. Always peppy whichever topic you bring over in that cute “Aw, a bunny” sort of way, but… Where the hell did she come from? One day Daisuke just introduced me into her and I was supposed to accept it—which I did in a way. We’ve been friends ever since.

“Good morning Gavi-poo!” Except for that… I never quite liked that pet name…

“Good morning, To-to.”

And then the cycle began. She hugged me, kissed my cheek, wiped my cheek, took a real good look at me, looked over at Daisuke, then at me again, and last (to get the dreadfully long cycle over with) twirled a section of my hair before skipping off to Emiko. Then Daisuke’s little cycle started because everyone knows the boyfriend must fix up their partner after someone just violated it. He combed that little section of hair To-to twirled, kissed my cheek, didn’t wipe it off, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out of my chair to go to school.

Why do I feel like a pet?

Krad

“We have no money, no shelter except for a tree, and your psychotic fans are constantly chasing us unless you miraculously change your hair color—which after some much useless thinking, you decided would only be green. And now we are standing next to,” I angrily pointed to the man next to us, “, some HOMELESS man holding a WILL WORK FOR FOOD SIGN! You do realize that we are not being specific enough and given as how we are dressed fairly nicely still for homeless people, they will think “work” is “sex”? Do you realize that Dark? DO YOU?”

“Hey! That guy is waving for you to come over!”

“Honestly, I should have thrown myself over that bridge into that canal while I had the chance.”

“Listen man,” The homeless man said, “I know it sucks to be homeless, but ya gotta appreciate life while ya gots it! So if ya bro wants ya to have sex to get ya some food’n’money, then go for it! Hell, you’re gettin’ some sex too!”

I looked down at the bottle of booze next to his feet.

“Wise words, sir…” An explanation for my sarcasm wasn’t needed…

“’Sides, man… I’ve seen ya and ya little boyfriend ‘ere on the walks,” He was referring to the sidewalks. Too long in a place and I was beginning to understand the absurd abuse of proper grammar, “, and I don’t thinks your boy will just letcha walk with somebody else. Plus, he looks… er… like that purple-boy back ah go, yanno?”

“Perhaps,” It was then when Dark leaned over my shoulder in that unnecessary overprotective manner, “But I don’t need you referring to him as my “boyfriend”, all right sir? He’s just with me for the time being.”

“Boy you talk smart!” He smiled, still had all teeth, and happily placed a hand on his hip, “I haven’t talked like that since I‘s a grad kid back in the day!”

“Well, vocabulary does get you places in life.”

“Sorry, uh… What’s your name again?”

“Well if I had told you my name, it would be Krad.” I narrowed my eyes, “And yours to be fair?”

“Sora Fujisaki, but I like just being called Fuji.”

“I’ll respect that.”

“You’re mingling…” Dark whispered in my ear.

“Anyways!” Fuji laughed placing his sign down, “Vocabulary gets ya places, but Krad, ya gots vocabulary but ya gots no job or a home.” He meant it with innocence, I knew, but it was fairly striking. “Don’t mean ya gots to do what I do. Yanno, you look liker one of ‘em, oh what’re they called?”

“I would know?”

“No ya wouldn’t!” He looked at the sky as if it would help him and apparently it did, “Ya look like one of ‘em waiters at that fancy restaurant. Betcha if ya bring in your mouth and ya looks, they’ll hire ya for sure!”

“Krad serving people?” Dark blurted out.

“Oh like you have any better ideas,” I glared at Dark pushing him away, “You don’t even bother to steal anything useful. If it weren’t for you, I’d probably have some sort of shelter by now, but no… You couldn’t accept your own offer of a home by that damned Niwa family.”

“Well… I thought we were…”

“Enough of that!” Seriously frustrated I had no source of energy for power at all, I sighed, “What restaurant was it, Fuji?”

“Forgot.”

“I’ll be throwing myself over a bridge, farewell men.”

“KRAD!”

Aiyoku

There are times when one person wonders what they’re doing with their life, such as… As I watched Gavin get chased by Daisuke for stealing something fairly important to the redhead, I wondered why I was in this position. How did I come to be friends with people who could jump over park benches, run on the walls, practically look like acrobats while in a chase, and nonetheless BOTH are lovers? To each other?

Oh. Right.

“Risa-chan,” She loved it—no… obsessed over the fact that I was comfortable to call her that now, “Good morning.”

“Good morning Aiyo-chan!” Another breathless hug and kiss on the cheek as she turned to watch Gavin dodge a tree branch in the chase. She asked, “What’s going on?”

“Gavin stole Daisuke’s ring. The one his father gave him, remember?”

“Oh. Why?”

“Don’t know. I think just to take Daisuke’s attention away from it. He’s been looking at it for quite awhile.”

“Must be special,” She whispered, “, a ring.”

Hint.

Hint.

Oh fuck.

“Go Gavin!” Takeshi yelled, “Use those legs!”

“Takeshi!” Thank god he’s loud and useful, “Hello!”

“Hey, Aiyo-chan.” He rushed over to us, “Quite a chase of the couple, right? Not much action in the past few months.”

“That we know of.” I joked. I needed a release. Risa always blushed far too hard whenever I talked sexual to her… a big-hint on the fact that “it” wasn’t coming anytime soon.

“Heh,” He got the joke, “He always was one to be secretive of those details, unless to one’s closest to him.”

“Eh, Take-kun? Having yet another affair with Daisuke’s man?”

“No!” He didn’t like that one bit, “That was an accident, and you know it.”

“I know. I know. Hey…” An idea had gone to me, “Exactly what did you do while Gavi-boy was yours for a week? Hmm?”

“Oh nothing.” He blushed.

“Got de-virginized!” I accused.

“No!” He looked away, “Well, I don’t think so.”

“What?” Holy shit. I forgot Risa was still here.

“Risa,” I kissed her cheek, “Fetch me some water, please?”

“Sure!”

“Now,” Turning back to Takeshi, “, details, Takeshi. I expect the goods. Was he really the uke?”

“It wasn’t like that!”

“Hmm,” I looked at Gavin who, although could run fast, was about to be caught by Daisuke (whom I suspect from sex got some major leg muscles). “Gavin has some mighty legs, don’t you think?”

“Well, before Daisuke, he was something.”

“Eh?”

“Past, he was a bit of a player I guess.”

“Which means a lot of leg usage, right?”

“Yup.”

“And if Gavin has great legs…”

“Yeah?”

“And if he and Daisuke…”

“…Yeah?”

“Well if they really do “get it on” as much as we like to believe, then… Daisuke must have some…” Just the thought of innocent (yet not so innocent anymore) Daisuke doing such… things… “That must be some great sex.”

“Gavin does treat you well.”

“Lucky bastard.”

And just then, Gavin tripped over Satoshi’s foot which could have been on purpose on both Satoshi and Gavin’s behalf or an actual accident. The latter is unlikely though. Bending down to Gavin, Daisuke grabbed his ring back. He whispered some things to Gavin, but no one (except maybe Satoshi) could hear. The words could be replaced…

“Nice try, Gavin.”

“Gotcha.”

“You’re such a fool.”

“Thanks for my ring.”

Or even the random…

“I love you.”

But what were the odds of that?

Daisuke

“You’ll break your glasses.” I said to Gavin. He lifted his head, getting to his feet. He didn’t really care too much of his glasses. It was just the only thing that could let him see anything clearly, nothing important. He cleaned them though, realizing his uniform got a bit dirty at the knees from falling.

“Oh great,” He muttered, “You don’t think they’ll get angry if I’m like this, will they?”

“They probably have some spares, but otherwise… I don’t think so.”

“I gue-” He paused looking ahead of me, “What is Riku doing?”

“Huh?” Turning around, I saw what Gavin saw. Riku, the sanest of us all assumingly, was jumping up and down trying to grab something from the tree above her head while shouting profanities uncontrollably. A couple of “fucks” and a few “damn its”, oh but can’t forget the many “shits” and “fucking ass trees”.

“Need some help, Riku?” Gavin called out to her. She turned to us, “The god damned note is for you.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Principal asked me to give it to you.”

Gavin

Report to the Principal’s office, moment first bell rings.

Principal Seiko

“Um. You asked for me, Sir?”

“Ravencroth! Come right in!” He was cheery. Bad sign. I was dead. Oh god… Were my parents taking me out without my notice?

“I am in, Sir.”

“Sit down then!”

“I’ll stand.”

“Nonsense, sit down.”

“Um,” I sat down, “Yes.”

“Ravencroth, you come from the United States, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Where exactly?”

“City and state, you mean?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Portland, Maine. Why?”

“There’s to be a new exchange student from the United States. I thought maybe since you’re from there too, that you might assist her around here. Make her feel a bit more comfortable, do you know what I mean?”

“Give her a tour? She can get those from any other person.” Last thing I want is a reminder of the girls I went around with back in the day…

“Well, no. Befriend her, get her interested, and make her like it here and you of course.”

“You do realize I have a boyfriend, right?”

“I do,” He sighed, “Ravencroth, this is important. She needs someone to guide her.”

“Fine. I’ll take care of the damsel in distress, but if I get slapped by a prince in envy… I warned you.”

“Settled and done.”

Satoshi

It’s rough. Watching the person I loved dearly go on with someone else and having to settle with the fact that the male he ran off with… also relieved me of a burden I’ve had all my life. Not a single suicidal thought for the past two months, life was getting better by the day.

“Aye!” Exception to when Takeshi spilled the white out. “Shit. I’m sorry Satoshi. Did I get you?”

“No.” He did, just on my white uniform shirt, but I wasn’t going to give Takeshi any chances. He’s had too many and I’ve had too many… it just wasn’t worth it. According to Gavin’s fairytale plans—and his twisted brain—he somehow figured that Takeshi and I would be a couple. Of course, our circle of friends finally decided to act like friends and address each other by our actual names, yes… but we weren’t a television sitcom show where everyone hooked up.

We flirted.

We’re teenagers…

It’s what we do.

“Okay.” Takeshi cleaned up the mess with a napkin he took out from his lunch box and restarted his assignment. By force really, he white out-ed it all out. Though, he was sensible enough to take out a clean sheet of paper rather than the drenched-in-white-liquid piece.

“Satoshi,” Daisuke brought my attention to him, “Do you know why Gavin went to the principal’s office?”

“No. I don’t.”

“It’s been fifteen minutes and he’s still there.”

“Perhaps he got in trouble.”

“But with what?” Lovers. Always panicking…

“Perhaps he drew something too explicit and is having a principal room detention.”

“I hope-” And just then a knock was on the door. All paranoia was gone moment Daisuke (along with I) saw a chunk of white hair peeping inside. “Never mind.”

Gavin

As an American, I had the right to think that “Hio Mio” was no where near an American name. Not even a South American name, or a Central American name, or even Canada (which yes I know is not “America”, but it’s in North America)! Though, she had the accent and the awful lingo. She was typically what I would spend a night with, for the hell of it. Hio’s voice was high and perky, her skirt was a bit too small, but even as the asshole I was for criticizing everything about her… I have to say I hated the crown.

“This is Homeroom.” I didn’t make eye contact. Didn’t want to.

“So, like, what’s Homeroom about?”

“English.”

“As in the language?”

“No as in the literature.”

“They call it English?”

“No. They call it literature.” Already annoyed and it’s yet to be a minute with her, “You and I, being from America-”

“Yeah, like where from, dude?”

“-know it as “English”. And I come from Maine.”

“Awesome! I come from Cali!” Please don’t use the pun… Please don’t use the pun…

“It’s like West Coast versus East Coast!” She used the pun…

“Ha ha,” I laughed dryly, “Clever.”

“Oh, my name’s Hio Mi-”

“I know your name.”

“Oh.” She wanted mine.

“Gavin Ravencroth.”

“Wow. Sounds cool.”

“Thanks.”

“So…” She wanted to know if I was single.

“Nope.”

“Oh.” She wanted to know who the girl was.

“No girl.”

“Oh?” She wanted to know what the hell I was talking about.

“Boyfriend.”

“Oh!” Now she wanted to know if I could go shopping with her next Saturday.

“I don’t do shopping.”

“Oh.” This was far too simple.

“Seme.”

“Huh?” She thought about it, “Oh!”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” And we finally knocked on the door.

“Yeah,” I answered her next mental question, “It’s real, not sex.”

Hio

Gavin Ravencroth: Daisuke Niwa’s “serious” boyfriend who ruined Mr. Hiwatari’s plans entirely. At first, it was just going to be a simple take over on Satoshi’s behalf, since he was doing a poor job of capturing Dark, but now… I actually had to look for Dark, and the only way was… Daisuke. Daisuke knew where he was.

“Welcome, you must be the new exchange student from the States.”

“Yup! My name’s Hio Mio and my ‘rents just bought this awesome crib here in Ja-pan!”

“And have you made good acquaintances with Gavin?” The teacher asked.

“Of course we did!” I lied, “He’s like super cool. And I hear he’s got a cute little uke-boyfriend on his shoulder.” Lifting my right hand above my eyebrows, I scanned the room “pretending” to have this awesome talent on picking out “magically correct” boyfriends.

There he was. Observing me, head to toe, with some hesitation on whether he should accept the fact that Gavin, his loved one, now had someone to chat and share interests with because I was from his hometown. It was to be expected. Daisuke’s moves were planned out before he could even think them through.

“You! You must be the cute little uke!” I rushed up to Daisuke, “Giving me that mega-jealous stare!”

“Uh,” He blushed trying to look away, “I wasn’t staring.”

“Well duh,” I teased, “You’re like gay.”

“Your skirt is weird.” Some girl shouted. Oh. The twin. The one that was supposed to be Daisuke’s Secret Maiden before he realized “oh my god, guys are mega hot!” and “especially Gavin!” Riku Harada, the twin who analyzed me like I was some sort of television ad with a secret catch in the fine font at the bottom of the screen (which in this case was the skirt). But if I wanted to follow Mr. Hiwatari’s orders correctly, I had to pretend I didn’t know her. At all.

“Well, that’s what America is all about! Right, Gavi?”

“Depends on what type of person you are.” He responded.

“Huh?”

“If you’re a Conservative, not a chance, but if you’re a Liberal, it’s your life. Tell me, Hio,” He smirked, one not too friendly might I add, “Are you a Liberal?”

“Yes.” I answered confidently.

“Against sexism?”

“Yes.”

“Vegetarian?”

“Yes.”

“Typical American Cali girl.” He stereotyped me and I fell for it.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing.” But I knew… He meant “everything”.

Riku

She has no respect for personal space, ignorant to the fact that Daisuke is indeed Gavin’s boyfriend, and has even angered Risa to no end. Why?

“I know you’re being friendly,” Risa growled, “, but don’t touch her.”

“Risa,” Aiyoku reasoned, “It’s just some-”

“I know. Friendly fiddling, but don’t touch her.”

Takeshi doesn’t mind. His attention is still all on Great Satoshi and the slight paranoia of whether Keiji will come back or not, which inevitably he will. The school play is coming up and Keiji already booked a director position for it. Equipment and all.

“She’s a bit weird, isn’t she?” Daisuke whispered to Gavin. Gavin looked at Hio, who flirtatiously waved, and then looked at Daisuke, “Weird? No. I’ve seen worse.”

“Hey,” Daisuke nudged Gavin, “Don’t talk about that.”

“Oh right, touchy subject.” Gavin smiled, “Wouldn’t want you jealous, would I?”

“I control your bed.” Daisuke threatened.

“I control your orgasms.” Gavin fought back.

Struck and fire.

“Hmph.”

Gavin

Surviving that day of school with a girl I had just met and already despising her, it was like meeting Satoshi from Day One all over again, except Daisuke was already mine and I was being the asshole in the situation. Either way, I was… I smiled at the thought. I was home. So what did I do moment inside the door knowing Daisuke and I had a room to be alone in, locked up in, and pleasantly private in even with his parents in the building? What did I do?

Listen to my CD player while he did his homework.

“What are you listening to?” He wrote this on his notebook. Pressing the pause button, I gave him all my senses.

Daisuke, as innocent as he was, crawled over to me (since we were on the bottom bunk of his bed) and leaned over my shoulders peering down at my lovely five-dollar-replica-brand CD player, seeing that I was playing the twelfth track of my selected CD. He snuggled his nose in my hair waiting for my answer to his written question. He really was cute when he never suspected of falling into one of my perverse traps.

“Nine Inch Nails.” I said casually. So sue me if I was addicted to the industrial rock band. At least I knew they were around since 1989 and not since 1994.

“Who?” Daisuke asked.

“A rock band I like.”

“What song is playing?” He asked this as if he suddenly knew the band as long as I did.

“Closer.” I teased. He wanted a show. He wanted to listen. Screw the song title; he wanted the goods.

“Oh.” Disappointment. How cruel I was to my dear lover…

“You want me to sing it?” How nice that we were in his bedroom and on top of his bed; very comforting.

“Okay.”

So I pressed the back arrow to repeat the song and waited for the song to begin. The moment came and I pulled Daisuke into my lap. My hand was already going under his shirt to tease some of his skin; a simple act for the song effects.

“You let me violate you.” I sang, “You let me desecrate you. You let me penetrate you.” His head rolled back onto the curve of my shoulder as I opened some buttons. “You let me complicate you.”

His cheeks were blushing mad. Groping him just to be as dirty as the lyrics were, I slipped my hands down his down twirling at the naval. A weakness of his, his naval; and I knew how to stroke it just like he loved. Took me awhile to find this so-called weakness, but it happened and things just got better after that. If only he knew the whole song, know that the groping was not just going to be on his upper half body, then perhaps he might get into this rather than blush mad at my obviously in-the-mood behaviors.

So I continued, “Oh help me. I broke upon my insides. Help me. I’ve got no soul to sell. Help me. The only thing that works for me… Help me get away from myself.”

And this was the best part: the chorus. The exact moment where I leaned Daisuke closer to me (he was pleasantly enjoying the sexual lyrics I translated for me) where my mouth was next to his ear. He anticipated the chorus. Looking at his expression, his reaction to my sudden close contact, it was as if he knew the chorus was going to be good. And so, lustfully into his ear, I sang.

“I wanna fuck you like an animal.”

“Eep.” He didn’t expect that.

“I wanna feel you from the inside.”

“Gav…” Although I knew I was bit too dirty for his taste, the feel of his body when I slipped my hands down to his thighs at the appropriate line, “I wanna fuck you like an animal.”

“Uh…” He began panting from the intensity of our movements. We weren’t sitting down anymore. It was more of pressing him to the bed with the headphones just barely clinging to my ears.

“My whole existence is far… You get me closer to God!”

It didn’t take long before my CD player was thrown across the room (five bucks just wasted…) and Daisuke and I were ripping at each other’s clothing because as the song said, I did want to fuck Daisuke like an animal. Still, with all the sweet love and passion in every kiss we gave each other, fourteen-year-olds should not be engaging themselves in such activities not because they’re too young, but because of the parental issues. No, not the pregnancy either (they’re pills, condoms, the fact that Daisuke and I are both male specimens). I mean, for example, Daisuke’s mother standing at the doorway wondering what was happening before her eyes.

“Um… I’ll fuck you later, Dai.” I whispered as if a casual “See you later.”

Ah…

Life is sweet.

Schizo: This chapter might seem week, but it's the first. Consider that I haven't written anything in ages because of school and my neighbor, who means the best but takes up too much time. Anyways, satisfied? If I ruined some people's expectations... I'm sorry. Things just happen in my head.

Oh... and notice the huge distortment of the actual Anime D N Angel plot?

I just seemed to like that...

Cheers-Steph