Grace of a Swan

Pairings: Daisuke x Satoshi, Dark x Daisuke, Satoshi x Dark, Krad x Satoshi, Krad x Daisuke, (*Sighs* this will end someday!!!) Daisuke x Krad, Eventual Everyone x Everyone. Thank-you, from Telus.


Disclaimer: *Throws hands up in air* I must now do my ownership dance of faith and hope!!! *Dances to the beat of bongo’s and a flute* ..........It didn’t work!!! D.N Angel STILL doesn’t belong to me!!!....Curse it all.........
Heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh, Fable is a pleasant word…but this one doesn’t belong to me!!! I can make one!!! Once upon a time, there was an “It”. Every day the “It” would go and count how many seconds it took the little red light to change into a little green light…


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Grace of a Swan


//And here I sit, sequestered from the cold breezes of humanities gale, evading the chill that seeps through my skin and freezes my bone marrow and hiding from the warmth that could save me. Why hide from the warmth? Because the warmth is forbidden. The light that melts my senses and washes over them like a wave of hope…is forbidden. And by my own parents too. They see the way I look at him. They hear my dreams about him, the ones where we make love gently and with no thought of social advances to taint the act. They watch him as he works, with malevolent gazes they stare at him, and I realize that it cannot be so.
And now he comes, to awaken my soul to the chill of life and to permeate my darkness with his sacred glow. And I wait for it to come.//


“Daisuke, are you in there?” A boy with hair that was akin to the colour of veins that show up beneath pale skin, and glasses that shielded his dramatic eyes, called out to his friend and master; Daisuke Niwa.

“I’m here, Satoshi.” The red-haired boy replied, with a slightly wavering voice that echoed off the walls of the Tetrieka cavern.

“Master Daisuke, you shouldn’t call me by my name.”

“Does it bother you?”

“No, but if anyone heard—

“They won’t, but I suppose your right…servant boy.” Daisuke amended, although it pained him to use such a degrading title when addressing the one who plagued his heart.

Satoshi just bowed his head, with an expressionless visage that could be described as eerie.
“I’d best get back to work, master.” He exclaimed.

Daisuke sighed, inwardly. //Someday, the only time you’ll call me master is when we’re having sex.//
This thought made him smile and a faint blush tinged his face.

“Sato—slave boy?” Daisuke began.

“Yes, master?”

“Someday, you’ll call me Daisuke and I’ll call you Satoshi and we’ll be able to call each other by our names whenever we please.”

Satoshi smiled almost inaudibly. “I may hold you to that.”

Daisuke smiled back. //I wish that you were mine.// He thought as he gazed at his love, his life, and his light before heading back out to face the rest of his kingdom, Tetrieka.

***

Daisuke bit his lip and forged a smile as yet another one of his dance partners stepped on his foot. //I wonder if it’ll ever heal…// Daisuke pondered whilst gazing down at the foot in question.

“Excuse me, but may I have the privilege of being your partner in this next dance?”

Daisuke held back a groan as he prepared to meet the face of the next young woman who was to step on his foot. He stopped short though, as he registered the fact that the voice didn’t sound very female. Daisuke looked all the way up and found himself assaulted by a pair of startling lavender eyes and a kind face, framed by sweeps of violet hair.

“Pardon my inquiry sir, but I believe that it is the responsibility of men to dance with women, is it not?”

Daisuke didn’t mean to come off sounding snotty but he had always been taught that this was the way of things and it made him slightly bitter to have to remind himself of it.
The taller boy, however, did not seem the least bit offended for he just smiled and said,
“Well, it isn’t much fun to be responsible all the time now, is it?”

Daisuke grinned. “No, it isn’t. But I shouldn’t go against what my mother wishes. And she wishes for me to dance with women so I can meet the one I am to wed.”

The boy seemed to frown at this. “Have you ever met one that you had feelings for yet?” He asked with genuine curiosity.

Daisuke smiled sadly. “No, and I probably never will.........I apologize, and maybe we could dance…at least this once. What is your name?”

The boy’s eyes seemed to twinkle for a moment as he responded. “Dark Mousy.”

Daisuke’s eyes widened. His mother used to tell him stories about a young man named Dark who would steal from those who he believed deserved it. A Phantom thief who only came out when the sun was down and the moon shone bright, and who would steal whatever was of great importance.

The boy swallowed. No way could it be the same Dark. Possibly he was just born into a family that favoured exotic names, after all, the stories that were told of Dark were just that. Stories. Somehow though, Daisuke wished that it could be the real Dark whom he now shared a dance with. He had always been enchanted by the songs and bed time stories that were told and sang of the mysterious thief.

“So, tell me more about yourself, Sir Dark?” Daisuke asked.

“Just refer to me as Dark, if you are comfortable with calling me such.” The tall lavender-eyed boy requested.

For some reason, the taller boy made Daisuke feel at ease. Around the people he had always been forced to meet and dance with, Daisuke felt unsure—as if he were balancing something that he couldn’t afford to let fall. Around Dark though, he felt as if he could say and do anything and it would be accepted.

“Alright. Tell me more about yourself…Dark.”

“Fine, but do you have any particular questions in mind?” The mischievous boy asked.

“I’ve never heard your surname spoken of before. Who are your family?” The red-head questioned.

“My family…” Dark sighed softly. “Is not important…I’m an—orphan of sorts.”

Daisuke nodded in understanding. //An orphan? That means that he probably snuck in unnoticed…my parents wouldn’t allow someone without an important family to this ball.//


Dark seemed to know that Daisuke wouldn’t press the matter. “Is there anything else that you should wish to know?” He asked.

Daisuke smiled. “Where do you come from?”

Dark almost sighed. //He’s a sharp one, at least I can give him that. He may look innocent, but he has his own mind…that’s for sure.// the boy smirked and licked his lips. //I like that.//


“Well, my home seems to change frequently. I never know when I may have to leave the place where I currently stay—at times I wish I had someone to travel with.”

“I see.” Daisuke stated. //This is becoming suspicious.//

Dark noticed a change in the overall demeanour of his dance partner and wondered what could have caused the sudden alteration.
“Sir Daisuke…” Dark began,

“It seems only fair that if I call you Dark, then you can call me Daisuke.” The small boy interrupted.

Dark grinned before he began to speak again, “Alright, Daisuke…do you ever wonder about the things that we are not allowed to have?”

Daisuke cocked his head to one side. “Meaning…?”

“Meaning, do you ever contemplate about the things that have been denied to you? Like when you were a child and your mother would tell you that you couldn’t have something and you wondered why?”

“Always.” //He has been denied to me my whole life and I still wonder why he cannot be mine.//


Dark smiled in understanding. //He’s hiding something and although it is not my business I can’t help but wonder what it is…why am I so interested in this boy?//


The song had long faded and was replaced by a livelier tune, one that was Celtic and enchanting.
Daisuke lost eye contact with Dark for a moment to gaze at the young man who had entered the ballroom from the back doors.
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Satoshi couldn’t help but to try and at least get a glimpse of the festivities that were being held. To anyone who asked, he was impassive and uncaring as to what the masters did in for entertainment. Secretly though, he had always been fascinated by how many people would actually attend and dance for hours on end at these type of gatherings.
Satoshi gazed around, trying to see if he could spot his master, and he did. Accompanied by the most amazing person the young slave had ever seen.
A tall boy, with the most stunning lavender eyes and a shocking sweep of violet hair, held onto his master shoulders as they swung to the fast beat of the surrounding music.
Satoshi was caught. He could feel a pounding in his chest that echoed throughout his entire body and he knew that he needed to know the one who had managed to make his whole body melt without even a glance.

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Daisuke had watched Satoshi out of the corner of his eye and he wondered why the blue-haired boy had come. He had always thought that Satoshi was more of the type to lock himself away with a book or something of the sort, while the masters were not around to enlist chores.


Dark stared at his companion. The boy was rather silent and it seemed a though his attention had been diverted to something else. It was then that Dark saw where Daisuke’s gaze had been attending to. A boy, taller than Daisuke but still small in frame, wearing a simple white tunic and ragged black stockings, stood leaning against a nearby doorframe with his eyes averted and faint flush on his cheeks.


Dark smirked. //Ah, so one of the workers has managed to sneak into the ballroom unnoticed.// He looked back at Daisuke, who was staring at the boy with a spark of something in his eyes.
//Is Daisuke...?// But he didn’t finish the thought for a sudden crash echoed throughout the entire ballroom. There was a resounding screech as the huge crystalline chandelier crashed approximately two feet away from one of the nobleman’s daughters.
The girl, whose name was Lady Risa of the Harada line, then proceeded in a series of indignant questioning;

“I demand to know why this chandelier was not secured properly! Are you trying to get someone killed!? Who was in charge of setting this up? I wish to speak to them immediately! This is an outrage and furthermore! I—

“Please, Lady Risa it was not the fault of their staff, someone severed the chains that held the chandelier up!”


While the girl argued with the nobleman who had discovered the severed chains, Dark was examining something he had found on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, careful not to cut himself on the sharp shards of crystal.
What he saw and felt in the palm of his hand, made his stomach plummet and his sense turn to ice.

He crushed the purely white feather in his fist and muttered under his breath, “He’s here.”


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Hmm…it seems as if a plot is afoot! Or maybe a nose…or a toe!!! Ahaha!!! Yes, you all must now bow down to my lame jokes and REVIEW! Thank you.