The Art of Our Blood

Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel, welcome to the wonderful world of Fan Fiction!

Author’s Note: Here is the second chapter, with lots of fuzzy cuddle! I feel horrible last chappy I said that ‘hachi’ was eight or chopsticks, I meant that ‘hashi’ is chopsticks, and it is similar to ‘hachi’ which is eight.

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!

-Na

The Art of Our Blood

Chaputa-ni

Hazy warmth filled the mind of the thief it seemed to spread through each of his pores and make him pleasantly happy. Sun filtered through the window illuminating the two youths in the early afternoon light. These were the feelings that a certain red head awoke with on that lazy afternoon.

Eye lashes fluttering open almost immediately he closed the red orbs and turned his head from the sun. Opening his eyes again he noticed that there was a splotch of black fabric, stuck between the bed and the wall. Daisuke would have liked to have taken a closer look but there was a comfortable weight upon his chest.

Raising his hand to the back of the blue head, Daisuke smiled, in times like this it would seem that the innocence and childhood that had been stolen from the last Hikari were returned. Moving his hand down Satoshi’s neck and over his shoulders he frowned upon reaching the left shoulder blade and the long white scar there.

Daisuke knew the scar he too had one; it was from wings sprouting from one’s back. But his own scars were not this pronounced. Moving his fingers slowly towards Satoshi’s right blade to feel the scar there; his fingers halted upon something that was feathery soft.

The pale body jerked awake and pulled quickly from the red head below him. Wide blue eyes swirled with a hint of pain and fear, which scared the thief, “Gomennasai onegai Hikari-kun, daijoubu ka?”

Taking a few calming breaths, the estranged emotions in the blue orbs seeped away into the nothingness that everyone was use to, “I’m fine you just touched Krad’s feather that’s permanently attached between my shoulder blades until I have received love. It simply hurt slightly when you touched it.”

“Gomennasai Satoshi-kun,” replied Daisuke looking down at the white sheet covering his legs, “ano… can I see Krad’s feather?”

The Blue head nodded and turned his back to his friend. Red eyes scanned the creamy expanse of nearly white skin eyes setting on the two wide jagged white scars. Deftly his fingers ghosted over the scars; proof, remembrance of the pain the life at Krad’s hands. Suddenly fingers stilled as red orbs fell on the delicate feather. The pristine white, was undisturbed as the single feather stretched from his upper left shoulder blade across in a delicate scoop to the lower right blade. “If you are careful, you can touch it Daisuke-kun.”

Nibble fingers left the scars and pulled back to the green clad chest of the red head before slowly reaching forward and towards the feather. Hesitating Daisuke pulled his hand back a bit refusing to move forward; Satoshi had said it hurt. But he had been given permission, once more his hand began to move forward. Only to pause again, red eyes focused on the back- on the feather- the hand moved again.

Pausing mere millimeters from the feather, Daisuke took a deep breath letting it out slowly, and with the gentlest of caresses ran the pad of his index finger tip to tip. Satoshi gasped and arched his back, making the red head pull away immediately, “Gomennasai onegai!”

“Iie, iie Daisuke-kun it didn’t hurt, it felt good. I think… I think the feather knows who you are, because for a moment I felt almost whole,” replied Satoshi, with one of his rare smiles directed over his shoulder at his friend.

“Demo, before when I touched it you said I hurt you,” meekly replied the thief blushing a bit.

Satoshi thought for a moment and than answered, “Perhaps since I was asleep and my mind didn’t know that it was you touching Krad’s feather, and therefore that you were no threat.”

Nodding red locks fell in front of red eyes, with a yawn Daisuke pushed on the pale back making the commander lay back on the bed, on his stomach, “Daisuke-kun what are you doing?”

Lying across the other boy red locks fanned across the pale skin between those jagged scars, his left cheek on the white feather, “I’m still tired,” there was a pause where Satoshi let the new warmth spread through him, he smiled and closed his eyes; Daisuke whispered, “Oi, Satoshi-kun have you ever been with anyone?”

“Iie, I’ve been kissed before though. There was this boy that was the son of one of my officers; he would come to the precinct often. He was infatuated with me, and one day kissed me, it was short and I told him I wasn’t interested. Afterwards though I felt horrible like I betrayed you, and vowed that it would never happen again.”

Daisuke was silent for a long moment; he really didn’t want Satoshi feeling like that, all he wanted was for the blue eyed boy to be happy and healthy. Once more his eye caught onto the black fabric, but this time he reached for it and pulled out the long black fabric. As he pulled it out he realized that it was a jacket, that had the sleeves torn off and wing slits in the back, “Satoshi-kun is this the jacket I gave you at the end?”

The normally stoic blue haired youth blushed, eyes never opening, “Hai… I… ano… it sometimes helped to fight off insomnia, since it was yours.”

Smiling, the red head let go of the jacket and covered the two boys in the white sheet. Cuddling more into the warm boy below him, crimson orbs closed. Both boys were filled a sense of hazy warmth as they began to doze.

Blue eyes slipped easily open, and for the first time in a long time Satoshi felt awake and refreshed, squirming a bit the boy above him began to stir and also easily wake, “What time is it?”

Once free the pale figure sat up and looked at the bedside clock, “It would seem that it is half past seven on Nichiyoobi morning.”

“We slept all of Doyoobi? I am so hungry!” exclaimed the red head rubbing his stomach, “oi I have an idea! We can go to my house for breakfast and explain the situation to my family, not to mention neither of us will have to cook!”

Studying his red headed friend who was collecting his clothes and heading towards the bathroom, Satoshi yelled after him, “Are you sure they won’t mind that I am gay, Daisuke?”

“Why would they?” was the answer he received. Satoshi got up and began to get dressed; he was also rather hungry so he would take a shower later. Picking out his clothes for the day the pale teenager began to dress albeit wearily, part of him didn’t want to go. But at his stomach’s insistence he followed Daisuke out the door.

To the young police commander it didn’t seem long until they were seated, all seven of them, around the table. Before them stood plates of fluffy yellow omelets, Sunday morning misu soup, and rice. Wiz who sat on the corner of the table closest to Daisuke had his own plate of omelet arranged in a flower with a strawberry center.

Once breakfast was eaten, they all retired to the living room for some tea. The conversation was light, discussing the boy’s future and the pros and cons of the boys sharing an apartment.

Satoshi had no problem with the conversation until Towa-chan, noticed that the boy’s had their hands discreetly intertwined between them, “Why are you two holding hands?”

Daisuke automatically went red as a beet, but did not stop touching his friend, “Well, you see… ano… how do I explain this?”

“Do any of you know exactly what happens when the Black Wings get sealed but the Hikari or Niwa in question do not have the love of their Sacred Maiden? When Dark and Krad got sealed away as one it created a void in our hearts and souls. It is symbolized by a feather, the angels’ last feathers. A Sacred Maiden that returns your love fills this void and the feather disappears in blessing. It is the same when one’s Sacred Maiden loves them in return before Krad or Dark get sealed they replace each other in heart and soul.

“For Daisuke when Dark went away he had his Sacred Maiden: Harada, Riku-san, and his heart and soul remained whole, the way it should be. But me on the other hand; my Sacred Knave did not return my feelings upon Krad’s departure. Actually he still doesn’t return my feelings.

“This causes some problems. My incomplete heart and soul, of course I’m speaking metaphorically, is slowly killing me. The cause for my failing health, which you might have noticed. So I thought that since I cannot force someone to love me that if I am near him, more than usual than perhaps it would suffice. So that is why Daisuke and I are keeping contact as much as possible,” said Satoshi, keeping his stare blank.

The pregnant pause filled the room as everyone digested the information Kosuke watched the blue eyed boy and his blushing son carefully, “I always thought you loved him Hiwatari-kun, I wish you luck with this.”

Those words seemed to pull Emiko from her thoughts, “Why don’t I go get some more tea?” picking up the tea tray her and Towa left to the kitchen.

The sitting room was silent as the four men sat. Then suddenly, Daiki spoke, “Why don’t you two pack a bag of Daisuke’s things so that he can stay at your house Hiwatari-kun,” the two boys slightly shocked at the words they had just heard nodded and then made their way out of the room, when they were gone Daiki spoke again, “Kosuke, you studied both families extensively, read all of the diaries you could correct?”

“Yes, that is correct, what would you like to know?” asked the brunette.

“It is to my knowledge that no Hikari has ever had any other love besides their Sacred Maiden, or Knave, correct?”

“Hai, the love of a Hikari is eternal, or they are just stubborn,” replied Kosuke with a small smile.

Daiki sighed, “So… then…”

There was a pause that filled the space neither Niwa man wanted to say it. Finally Kosuke opened his mouth, “What those two are doing now is only removing the pain, but Hiwatari-kun is still dying. It is either Daisuke loves him back for eternity or Hiwatari-kun will die- literally, from a broken heart.”

Author’s Note:
Japanese you might not know:
Nichiyoobi- Sunday

Regardless of your opinion please review. Thank You.

- Na