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The Art of Our Blood	By : draechaeli Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 3119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Ichi
- 2-Ni
- 3-San
- 4-Shi
- 5-Go
- 6-Roku
- 7-Shichi
- 8-Hachi
- 9-Ku
- 10-Juuitchi
- 11-Juuni
- 10
- 11
Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel, welcome to the wonderful world of Fan Fiction!
Author’s Note: Super Short Chapter!
Warning: This story will be a range of anywhere between two affectionate male friends to yaoi (Explicit sex between two males). So if you don’t 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 yaoi regardless I believe you will enjoy this story.
Happy Reading!
The Art of Our Blood
Chaputa-juuni
Journals of Niwa, Daisuke
One thing that I learned since Sato-kun was in the hospital is that Satoshi can always hear you and it doesn’t matter if he is dying or in the other room. He will hear you and he will make you keep your promises. I shouldn’t have been surprised; especially when the first words that he had said to me when he woke in the hospital was a proposal. I shouldn’t have been surprised, and I am really not complaining. I knew that Satoshi has loved me since we were 14-years-old. I’ve known this. And I still promised Satoshi all that I did. So the result was that Satoshi’s long and slow recovery was peppered with plans and preparations. One of the first things that was done was to call my family and tell them of our marriage plans. It was agreed as per-Japanese law that Satoshi would be adopted into the Niwa family registry. The wedding was simple. Since the marriage was entirely clerical. So we planned to have a small ceremony in the Niwa vault.
Satoshi stayed in the hospital for a month until he gained his strength, and three month after we were married in a late summer wedding in July. By this time Satoshi had healed enough that he was wearing a walking cast on his broken leg. And Satoshi proudly became part of the Niwa family.
During that time, Satoshi was looking for a surrogate mother. I had originally lobbied for adoption. But then Satoshi reminded me of my short stint with time travel and claimed that blood called to blood. And even though they would love any child that they had, sadly blood would be the best way to be sure to preserve the timeline.
I will never pretend to understand Satoshi and his requirement for a surrogate; he said something about recessive genes. He found a lovely girl named Ami, she didn’t require too much in the way of payment, she wanted a guaranteed home separate from our home, but close—Satoshi got her an apartment in our building. She agreed to be a wet nurse as well, mostly in the way that she would provide the breast milk that her body produced anyways. She didn’t want there to be any restrictions on her lifestyle minus the obvious that would endanger the child. She wanted to continue to work and live her life. But any work that she missed due to the pregnancy would financially be their responsibility. And lastly she wanted to be the cool Aunt.
Six months after the accident, and the promise. Satoshi was healthy enough to give the donation so that we may have a baby not long after my graduation. It was decided that we would both donate, and that Ami would be inseminated with both of our donations so that the biology of our child would be a surprise. Originally, Satoshi had lobbied for me to be the soul donator, but I had pointed out that in the future that I had seen I could not tell if Daiki was an only child or even the oldest.
I graduated in March with a degree in Fine Arts. My family, Sato-kun, and a very pregnant Ami were in attendance. I decided to largely be a stay at home dad. I am planning to study preservation and museum studies part-time while I take care of my child and do my own art.
So why am I recapping the last year and some months? Because Sato-kun can always hear me and I want it in writing that I am extremely happy with events as they have come to pass. No matter how many times I said that I thought that he was rushing… everything, that we had time. And I am sure that in the months to come I will come to say many things that I do not mean.
I just want to say that as I sit here; all shaking hands and drooping eyes as the adrenaline leaves me, perched outside the nursery, looking at our son—I love Satoshi and our son Niwa, Daiki.
Daisuke closed his journal and yawned. The redhead stood up and pushed the chair that he had been sitting in to the opposite wall with all the other chairs. The ex-thief stepped up to the glass and peered at the little redheaded baby who was born with reddish-brown eyes—they were certain that they would lighten with time.
They heard it a lot, Daisuke use to think it a lot, even. That this was all rushed and crazy, and they were going to regret it. But looking at the quiet redhead—his son: Niwa, Daiki, Daisuke realised that none of this was rushed. This whole thing had been mounting since they were fourteen, and he was just said that he hadn’t realised it back then.
With a smile at their son, Daisuke turned to go and find Satoshi so they could sleep, and prepare for bringing their son home.
Author’s Note: So I don’t know if it has been changed but not long before I wrote this fic/chapter (not sure which) I read a manga where the main character’s father got married to a man in Japan and the MC kept thinking it was odd because his father’s husband was his adopted brother. And that explanation for gay marriage was in a cultural in the back of the manga. So that is where that came from.
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