The Art of Our Blood
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Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel, welcome to the wonderful
world of Fan Fiction!
Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter. Just so you
know I plan on doing NaNoWriMo so I most likely won’t
be doing any fanfic updating in the month of November
Warning: This story
will be a range of anywhere between two affectionate male friends to
like male that cry and hug and enjoy cuddle than I suggest you do not read this
fic. In this story the fate of Hikari
and Niwa is a grand secret of mine. Although I
believe if you are one to enjoy affectionate male friends or full blown out
Happy
-Na
The Art of Our Blood
Chaputa-roku
“Tadaima,” said Daisuke as he
entered the apartment, backpack and art folder in hand. Shifting the burdens
around the redhead placed the keys in the basket, before toeing off his shoes,
stepping into his house shoes, and further into the apartment. Glancing over
his shoulder at the brunette that stood in the doorway, “Oi,
come on in.”
The taller brunette stepped into Daisuke and Satoshi’s
apartment toeing off his own shoes. Looking at the array of house shoes, most
of which were obviously Daisuke’s when he was younger; he selected one of the
larger pairs that stood out of the neat line of house shoes for guests. Moving
further into the aparment he looked around at the red
and orange bordered room, with its empty white walls, “I would have thought
that an artist such as you would have decorated his own walls.”
“Iie Takeru-kun,
my roommate says the only things that will adorn these walls are my own art,”
replied Niwa, “Come into the kitchen, and we’ll eat
the food we picked up and study for the Art History exam.”
Takeru, the brunette nodded his
head and followed the thief into the earth colored kitchen and dinning room. He
placed down the bag of take home Ramen along with his own art folder and
backpack.
Looking at the redhead for a moment, Takeru
hesitated before saying, “Why don’t you show me around the apartment first, I
also need to use the bathroom.”
“Ara, gomennasai,”
replied Daisuke with a slight flush, as he moved back out of kitchen and into
the living room, “This is the living room, as you can see,” moving to the
opposite side of the room as the door to the outside there was a small hall
with one door on the left that was closed. That room would share one wall with
the kitchen. There were two doors on the right, both of which were open,
Daisuke pointed to the first door, “that’s the bathroom, and that is the
bedroom.”
The taller male nodded and slipped into the bathroom. A
minute later he came out to see that the redhead was waiting for him. He looked
beyond his classmate into the bedroom to see one large bed and very few other
affects mostly due to his viewing angle. Pointing to the closed door he asked,
“So is that your room?”
Red eyes glanced at the closed study door, “
“There is only one bed in this bedroom,” replied a confused
“We both sleep in there.”
Dark eyes widened a bit in realization, “You never said that
your roommate was your boyfriend.”
“That is none of your business,” huffed and pouted
friends.”
“Gomennasai, lets go back and
start studying for that exam,” replied Takeru looking
down at the floor.
The two art students moved back into the kitchen.
large bowls of Raman, two miso
and one unagi ramen. Passing one of the
placing the unagi in front of his seat. The thief
moved to retrieve two sets of hashi, pausing at the
refrigerator. Pulling out a container of murky brown liquid, placing it on the
counter before retrieving two glasses, “Would you like some cold tea?”
“Hai, arigatou,” replied the guest
as he riffled through Daisuke’s backpack to retrieve the redhead’s notes from
Art History. Soon found both boys sitting down next to each other
skimming over the notes before them.
After eating a good portion of their meals,
questions over the material?”
The thief nodded quickly smiling around hashi
and a mouthful of unagi and noddles.
The brunette nodded and looked down at his notes before
brown eyes met red, “What are the different parts of a column?”
The shorter of the two swallowed, hashi
poised in the air, “Egyptian or Greco-Roman?”
“Classical, of course,” replied Takeru.
The slighter artist, launched into a detailed and accurate
description of classical columns, he was asked about. This was the start of the
uninterrupted two hours of joint studying. There was a pause in the rapid fire
question and answer session when the brunette reached for the remaining bowl of
lukewarm miso ramen.
Daisuke’s hand automatically reached out to stop his friend,
“Iie that is Sato-kun’s
dinner.”
“But he isn’t here, and I’m sure that by now he has gone out
to get something to eat.”
Gripping the taller artist’s wrist and slow pulling away
from the awaiting bowl, “Iie, I always pick him up
dinner so that he may eat it when he returns home.”
Neither of the artist, heard the door open, or the soft, “
Satoshi tried to find his own pair, before settling on the pair that
too large for the blunette.
The two in the kitchen did however hear the sharp intake of
breath as a tired and hungry Satoshi stepped into the kitchen and saw a
stranger who was wearing his house shoes, and had his hand in Daisuke’s own
hand.
Red and brown eyes met blue for only a moment before they
rolled up and the pale body slumped to the floor.
rushing towards the ancestral artist on the floor. Lifting the blue head into
his lap Daisuke inspected the head for any injuries.
“Should I call for an ambulance,” asked Takeru,
worried eyes shifting, his cell phone in his hand.
Red eyes looked up from his roommate, and then back down at
the pale form half in his arms, “Iie, I think he will
be fine. Do you think you could help me move him to the bedroom?”
Takeru nodded, putting the phone
on the table and moving over to the two men on the floor. Looking at the pale
form of Daisuke’s roommate, he bent down and picked up Satoshi, marveling at
how little he weighed for his height. Walking through the living room and into
the green bedroom he held his burden waiting for the slighter male to turn down
the bed, before placing the graduate student on the large bed.
The redheaded thief tucked in his ex-artifact rival before
leaving the room with the brunette. Closing the door softly Red eyes looked up
into brown, “I think it would be best for you to leave now Takeru-kun.”
“Of course,” replied the taller of the two. Moving back into
the kitchen the boys began to pack up their notes, neither worried about the
upcoming exam. Washing the dishes used that evening, before Daisuke walked
change shoes, he noticed that the brunette was wearing Satoshi’s slippers. The
redhead bid goodbye to his classmate.
Closing the door, Niwa sighed
before moving back into the kitchen putting water for tea on to boil, he rifled
through a few drawers before procuring a washcloth. Filling a bowl with cool
water and putting the cloth into the bowl before pitting the bowl onto a tea
tray. He put two tea cups and a matching pot on the tray as well. While waiting
for the water to finish boiling, Daisuke scooped out some tea leaves and put
them in the sieve that rested in the top of the teapot. When the water came to
a boil, he poured it over the tealeaves and into the teapot. Placing the lid on
the teapot, he picked up the tray and carefully moved to the bedroom.
Placing the tray down on the nightstand, Daisuke removed his
shirt, before removing the shirt and the police belt from the prone form under
the green blankets. Red eyes looked briefly at the police badge hanging on the
belt before he carefully put the full belt down. Ringing out the wet cloth, the
thief placed it beside the bowl of water before climbing into the bed behind
the blunette. He pulled up the resting form of his
friend, so that Hikari leaned against the shorter,
before placing the wet cloth on the pale forehead.
“Come on Sato-kun, wake up for me,” said Daisuke sadly, “he
was only a friend from class here to study for tomorrow’s exam.”
A tear trickled down the redhead’s cheek, pushing the larger
form away slightly from his body, Daisuke examined the white feather that was
magically attached to the back of his friend.
Brushing it softly with careful finger tips Daisuke took a deep breath.
Leaning forward carefully he whispered against the feather, “Onegai Sato get
better and open your eyes for me.” Niwa, Daisuke then
leaned forward and brushed his lips in a gentle kiss against the white feather.
Blue eyes slowly fluttered open, a groan issuing from the
tired mouth. After a moment Satoshi whispered, “Dai-kun?”
“Sato, onegai never do that again, he was just a classmate
that was helping me study for an exam, and I don’t like him like that.”
After a silent moment Satoshi answered in a breathy answer,
“I know Dai.”
Author’s Note: Sorry for the long
wait.
Japanese you might not know:
Tadaima: I’m home
Hashi: chopsticks
Regardless of your opinion please review. Thank You.
- Na