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Author’s Note
I simply love to begin stories, then continue them after a while. (laughs) It happens when you get plots mixed up with other plots, especially when you’re working on multiple stories at the same time based on different animes/games. I know, I know. I’m torturing those readers who actually anticipate for the next chapter as soon as possible.
Even I have that same feeling. Which is why I’m never too evil to write cliffhangers... I think. (grins)
I actually wanted Dai-chan to be the dominant one in the relationship. That’s often a kill for me to see, because there are too few of them with him being the less submissive one. But I decided to be nice, and let Dark be the more dominant one. (pouts) Though in this story, they both have their moments.
Of course, I don’t really see the point of a seme and an uke. And if I were a boy in a homo-relationship, I think I’d be highly insulted to be called feminine, even if I am submissive in my relationship. (pouts again) And I’d probably restrict my boyfriend from any physical activities if he agrees to it. (snickers)
As the story progresses, you'll realize why Daisuke's called an exotic dancer. No, not the kind that does pole-dancing. (twitches) I'd rather kill myself than make Dai-chan do that. I want him to still have partial bits of his trademark innocence, you know.
And yes, even if Daisuke now dancers... He's still an artist. The same goes with Satoshi, though Satoshi rarely paints anything now unless inspired to. Like me. (grins)
You can find a picture of Daisuke (drawn by moi) from a future chapter on my DeviantArt account. (grins)
Story Guide
- POV change
- +Time/Place+
- Thoughts
- “Speech”
Summary (Yes, yes. All my summaries are painfully long. Deal with it. (pouts))
Three notorious juvenile delinquents, Dark Mousy, Krad Hikari and Satoshi Hiwatari were going to the hidden but infamous dance club, Sensual Night, to celebrate Satoshi's 15th birthday. Being delinquents, rules didn't apply to them. That, and they knew the owner of the club personally. Age never mattered in their case, he had said, so long as nothing happened to them in his club and they caused no trouble.
And then was when Dark first saw a newcomer of the club, of the entire town for that matter, who danced to his own content on the dance floor. Hips swaying seductively, wild untamed blood-red hair moving in all directions to his movements, he saw Daisuke Niwa, the most exotic dancer.
+Three Years Ago...+
Krad’s POV
I gazed at the woman before me boredly, wondering when she’s gonna shut up and stop complaining about my fucking actions in school.
Why does she give a damn anyway?
Oh yeah. The school demands compensations for any broken properties.
I snickered at the memory of the damn woman writing checks after checks to the school because if she didn’t, the school would’ve sued her for my actions.
I rolled my eyes at the familiar lecture. She’d give lectures to me, none which I actually listen to, right after she sends her latest amount of money to the school. Why she complains when she’s as rich as the next door millionaire, I have no idea. It’s most likely because money’s the only thing important to her anyway.
Why did she adopt me from the orphanage then?
Heh. I realized two years after my adoption that she needed an ‘heir’ to continue her family’s bloodline if she wanted the family fortune.
Ouch! That damn bitch slapped me again!
I sneered at her, causing her to back away to my glee. Snickering, I rolled my eyes again. “Please,” I drawled out in a lazy manner. “If you’re going to speak any more, at least change your fucking shrilly voice, capish? You’ve tortured my poor ears for the past five years. Must you continue?”
I pleaded in a mocking manner, bursting out in sardonic laughter as her cheeks flushed a deep red from anger. She screamed her next few sentences, causing me to wince at the volume.
Damn, that woman’s a real screamer. I walked away without a word, shaking my head to myself as I continued to laugh at her ordeal. If she were to abandon me, she would lose the fortune she had in her possession. And to think, she never thought that half of the fortune was to be left untouched and left for the ‘heir’. Meaning, me.
I grinned with sadistic glee at the thought of reaction once she finds out I’ve already taken absolute possession of that money.
Yep, with the help of a trustworthy lawyer I had made friends with, I was able to get the money even though I’m not of legal age yet to have the rightful possessions. No matter. I was going to leave the next day, why not now, seeing as I have everything I need?
I can hear her screaming for me to go back to her again. Ouch! Damn bitch threw the fucking dictionary at me! I would have retaliated and hit her back with thrice the force if it wouldn’t mean hitting a woman.
Yes, yes. I, the infamous Sadistic Krad Hikari, can’t hit a woman because of my gentleman’s morals. Sometimes I wish I didn’t have that; I’d have killed her. With a pleasant smile too.
I flipped open my handphone, grinning as I dialed the number to my lawyer and still grinned when he answered. “Hello? Vide Lance here.”
“Vide-san? This is Krad,” I replied while dusting at my shirt and checking in the bathroom mirror for the bruise that wretch had left on my face when she slapped me. It was turning nastily purple, but otherwise it was as natural as any other bruise.
“Ah, Krad. What is it you need me do this time for you, my sadistic friend?” I can simply imagine the familiar smirk on his face right now, so similar to mine when I’m feeling content with my handiwork of my pranks in that damn boring building they called a school.
“I was wondering about the apartment you had gotten me. Is everything settled?”
“Of course. Everything was done last week, Krad. Are you doubting my skills?”
“Why, of course I am, Vide-san.”
“You wound me so!” We shared a laugh; it was a common joke between us.
“Then by all means, I can move in now, can’t I?” I took out the brush in the mirror cabinet and tossed it with the rest of my packed luggage.
“Hai, hai.”
“Arigatou, Vide-san. I owe you that much.” I smiled genuinely. Vide Lance was truly a good friend, even if the guy worked by bending laws.
“You don’t say?” We laughed once more before hanging up simultaneously.
I grabbed my luggage and went back to the living room where that bitch was. I smirked at her, gave her a mocking wave and left with my possessions towards my new home, all the while cackling at the thought of her face’s expression of her reaction. Just as I had expected.
A month later, my best friend, Dark Mousy moved in with me. And he was more than welcomed as my housemate. I was hoping Satoshi-sama would come next, but his foster father’s control over him was still absolute, and gave him little choice.
I frowned at that thought. If only Satoshi-sama could somehow break free...
I grinned at the later sinister thought of dealing with his foster father my way, and the even later perverted thoughts of what I’d be able to do with Satoshi-sama then if he was finally freed.
End of Krad’s POV
Damn it! Can’t they shut up for once and just decide? I complained to myself in my mind as I covered my ears to block out the incessant loud quarrels of my parents.
But I can’t let them hear that, can I? If I did, they’d kick me out and as much as the idea of me out of this house is tempting, I can’t.
Yes. This house.
In my entire life, it had never been worthy of me calling it my home. What’s a home if you return to it everyday, only to see your parents fight each other over the most stupid things, even when it did not concern you in any way?
My eyes widened when I heard a loud shatter of something made of glass; perhaps porcelain. Had either one of them really had it with the other that they were resorting to violence now? They quarreled often, yes, but violence had never been in their speech-fights.
I ran out of my room, my only sanctuary in this damn building, to where my parents often fight in. Even if they’re always bitching towards each other, highly successful in making me seem invisible in the house, they were my parents. And I cared for them to an extent of not thinking of murdering them just so I could have a peaceful day for once.
“Kuso!” the word flew out of my mouth before I could stop it.
But I doubt I could, even if I tried. I mean, you wouldn’t be able to if you saw the situation right now, would you?
My father’s head snapped towards my direction, and I inwardly flinched at the anger and hatred in his eyes that I somehow knew had always been directed at me, not my mother. My mother...
She lay unconscious on the ground, blood seeping out of her head where my father had hit her. With what though? I wondered.
I looked around, and saw the broken pieces of an exquisite vase, before my eyes shot back up at my father, who looked as if he was ready to kill me.
“You... You bastard!” even if I was immune to his insults, I flinched at the volume of his voice. “If you hadn’t been born, none of this would’ve happened!”
What?! How was any of this my fault?! I spat in my mind, before I could feel my own anger boiling and raging within me.
No sooner, I found myself yelling every thought I had kept to myself, “How is you fighting with Mother any of my fault? Do you think I enjoy coming home everyday from that fucking uptight school you had sent me to?! Do you think I find pleasure in watching the two adults who gave me my fucking life fight non-stop every single god damned day?!”
In my flurry of words, I did not see him clench his fist and drawing it back.
Ouch. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that much. That man had just landed a blow on my face and damn, he can really pack a punch!
“What do you think we always fight about?! It’s always you, you bitch! It’s always about you and your god damn actions in school, always about your fucking pranks, your truancy, you! Since you don’t goddamn appreciate the fact about what we do for you, why don’t you just fucking leave!” I swear, his eyes were blazing now, and my unconscious mother still lay on the ground, forgotten now.
Lies. All lies. All they did had never been for me. All they fought over had never been about me. It was all for the convenience of themselves. Them selfish goddamn selves. Though I could sympathize my mother for marrying this psycho in the first place, I knew she had partaken in messing up my life as well.
“Fine! This house has never been my fucking home anyway!” I ran blindly towards my room, pulled out a couple of duffel bags and tossed in everything of value and importance to me into them.
Accessories, shirts, pants, jeans, undergarments, a couple of books, CDs, iPod, walkman, handphone... Was that all?
My eyes scanned my nearly-emptied room, and fell on the plush toy seated by the window. Wordlessly, I walked towards it and picked it up, gazing at the empty eyes. The only gift I had gotten from those damn parents of mine when I was two. But now, it held no meaning. I threw it out of the window without hesitance, and picked up my duffel bags. Just for the sake of myself, even my school stuff was stuffed in them. I gave my sanctuary a grim smile, “Gonna miss you. Just you.”
And I simply left, all the while thanking Kami-sama when I remembered about Krad’s new apartment.
End of Dark’s POV
I glared at the ground, making sure my bangs hid the view of my eyes from my father.
That is, if you could call that man my father at all.
I was an orphan, when this man adopted me. At first, I was happy for the fact I had a home now. But all that happiness was fraud when I realized I was just a tool, a fucking tool for this bastard to abuse and torture.
I had to be the object that represented ‘perfection’. Scratch that, I had to be Perfection itself. Though I was a prodigy, even I knew that there was no such thing as ‘perfection’.
That itself was a delusion, a word that messed up people’s minds when they think their flaws are the cause of their ‘imperfections’. But can they truly say that they know what ‘perfection’ is?
I just had it with this man.
If only I was of legal age to live on my own, I would gladly punch his fucking face and leave with a victorious grin.
But I can do nothing now, except to suck it up as he lectured and later beat me for my so-called flaws.
My head snapped to the side from the force of his blow.
Damn. The teachers are going to start babying me the next day when they see the huge bruise.
I hate it, all their fake likings for me just because I topped the school without a problem even when I remained in the grade for my age. I wanted to be normal, with flaws for all I care.
For once, I wish people would just shut up about their fake praises, sugarcoating every sentence shot at me just to gain my favour.
I knew I was good looking. I knew I was the smartest soul in the entire town. But knowing the facts just made me hate them even more.
But for this man who calls himself my father; everything was not enough.
Why does he even bother to try to create the entity of perfection? Just because he isn’t, he has to make one to show that he could in the least create one?
His actions baffle even me. But truthfully, I’ve never bothered to find the logic of his actions. Especially when he tries to destroy his creation later on.
Six years.
Six more years until I can leave this place legally and live on my own.
Six more years until I can finally stop listening to this insane man’s words and endure his abuse for me to be perfect.
Six more years until I can have my freedom, until I can live my life the way I want to.
But for now, I have to keep tolerating his irrational actions and demands of me. Just until I can leave.
At least I had Krad and Dark, who are probably the only two living souls who accepted me for me, and never asked for more. They gave me simple friendship. And that was all I needed from them.
Though Krad; he gave me more than a reason to live.
I was jerked out of my blissful thoughts about the blond angel when my foster father punched me again.
Strange; he rarely hit me more than once...
Perhaps he was getting fed up? Good.
I hope and pray to the Satan himself that he was and would suffer in the depths of Hell when he dies.
He left with a calm sentence which hid the rest of his anger, and I sighed with relief, lifting up my head to glare at the direction of the door he had left through.
Six more years...
End of Satoshi’s POV
+Present+
Three figures, and a bunny-imitate demon, sat on the school roof top. Though it wasn’t lunch period, they weren’t exactly followers of rules either. In short, they were simply delinquents. Juvenile delinquents that, in others’ opinions, were the most attractive beings alive. Even teachers could vouch for that.
How they manage to keep their grades up were another baffling thing for everyone, though it was expected of the youngest one as he was a prodigy. And only the youngest always got away with his actions because he made a deal with the principal. What deal? That was a different story. He made similar deals for his two best friends as well.
The three had thoughtful looks on their faces for it had been three years since the most eventful day of their lives(1). Currently, each were reminiscing their own days, in which two had jovial grins while the other frowned.
The blond, noticing the blunette’s frown, gently prodded his shoulder and raised a brow. “What’s wrong, Satoshi-sama?” Krad’s brows creased with worry and his question caught Dark’s attention as well while the bunny-imitate demon, With, cooed.
Satoshi sighed softly and shook his head, his mind processing pass the –sama honorific he had already given up on getting Krad to stop calling. “I’ve endured him for a total of four years. There’s still another three before I can finally leave that building and him in all. I don’t know if I could though. Tolerating his stupidity is hard.”
His last sentence earned a chuckle and a snicker from the older two, while he smirked and With merely tilted his head sideways. But his smirk vanished when his thoughts returned to his hell-hole of a home, causing him to sigh and bury his face in his arms which rested on his drawn up knee. With hopped off Dark’s shoulder and moved to the Satoshi’s other leg, sitting there as he tried to look up at his face. “Kyuu?”
“Well, actually, it’s only one year. Or less, in fact. You remember Vide Lance, don’t you?” Krad smirked as he mentioned his lawyer-friend’s name, and Dark grinned as he recalled his meeting with the man.
“Ah. That lawyer you had spoke of to me. He helped you move out of your house. What has he got to do with anything?” Satoshi raised his head and frowned, his hand subconsciously made a move to stroke With.
“I was fifteen when I moved out. Dark was fifteen when he was kicked out,” Krad snickered as he emphasized on the differences between his and Dark’s leaving of their houses, earning a painful smack on his head from Dark and a slight chuckle from Satoshi. “He could always help you move out too. You’re turning fifteen next week!”
Satoshi thought over the idea, but later sighed and shook his head. “My father,” he spat the term. “Is the commander of the police force, might I remind you. And he knows the laws as well as any other lawyers. He could simply bend the laws to his favour as well as your lawyer-friend.”
“That’s true, I guess...” Krad frowned, put out that his idea had backfired.
Dark looked between the two frowning friends of his and rolled his eyes, standing up as he exclaimed, “Hey! Stop looking like it’s the fucking end of the world or something!”
He looked to Satoshi alone, and his infamous grin that made females swoon, which he never hesitates to use when wanting to gain a favour or mere flirting, sat on his face while With jumped back on his shoulder with another “Kyuu!” as though he agreed.
“You’ve got me and Sadistic Bastard here,” he dodged and stuck his tongue out at Krad when said blond made a playful punch for him. “You’re gonna survive that fuckin’ three years with us by your side. And nothing’s gonna stop us from doing that, ya hear, creepy boy?”
Satoshi smiled at Dark. The guy was a great friend and support in his own ways. He began to laugh when he saw Krad notice Dark’s nickname for him and began to chase after him. “Stop calling Satoshi-sama ‘creepy boy’, you damn thief-wannabe!”
“Hey! I’m not a thief-wannabe! I’m an actual thief! A great one, at that!” was Dark’s retort before he cackled when he jumped, causing Krad to crash face-flat on the ground when he made a lunge for him.
Satoshi shook his head with an amused grin and gently patted With who now sat in his arms when Krad began the chase.
To others, it was a common sight to see the three notorious delinquents out of class and the two older ones having their small disputes. But to them three, it was simple bliss.
Well... That didn’t really go well, not to mention out of what I had in mind. (sighs)
No really! Cause their pasts aren’t exactly that messed up.
Dark just has parents who are fucking messed up. And Krad’s past isn’t messed up at all. (blinks) I mean. He even got half of the family fortune he wasn’t even born in. And Satoshi’s quite... normal-messed up.
And yes. As you can tell, Dark is indeed a thief. The great Phantom Thief, who did not reveal himself as anything else but that; which is why he’s able to attend school.
Yes, yes. He has his own wings, but uses With most of the time because he’s used to it.
Krad and Dark go to school with Satoshi because they know he has to somehow keep up with the school events to avoid getting into trouble with his foster father, and for themselves because they have their own ambitions, even if they have their current jobs. (breathes)
Well, Krad doesn’t have a job. But his ambition’s to be a manager of sorts. He’s the one who sends the notes to the police when Dark’s going to steal something. And he’s the one who searches for the artifacts. Though sometimes Dark just steals whatever beautiful and valuable thing that catches his eye. His entity is still the same as Dark.
Satoshi is in the police force, though he doesn’t really do much in trying to capture Dark when he goes on his steals. He has his own wings, which neither his foster father, nor himself for that matter, knows of. But Dark and Krad do, except they can do nothing to tell him of them. It’s a simple rule that was made. (shrugs) I don’t know. I probably wouldn’t concentrate much on that part. ‘sides. Satoshi wants to be normal.
Ironic, isn’t it? (laughs)
(1) Satoshi’s part isn’t exactly eventful, if you ask me...
Ah. I forgot. Vide Lance is an OC belonging to me, obviously. And if you can see it, his first name and surname’s first letter makes up the word ‘devil’. (snickers)
Dai-chan appears next chapter. (grins)
Even though this one was not exactly written to what I had in mind, and the pasts weren’t that much of being messed up, I hope you’d review, readers! (grins)
Any original characters of D. belongs to the wonderful creator of the anime/manga itself, Yukiru Sugisaki. Sankyuu for creating this awesome anime/manga, Yukiru-sensei!
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