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Double Negative

Disclaimer- I do not own DNAngel or any of it’s characters. It’s a sad fact of life, but true.

Author- Sada

Summary- Niwa Daisuke and Hikari Satoshi are the host bodies for a family feud that is centuries old, but what if this feud is really about something else and what happens if an accident causes the sprits in which they embody to switch hosts. Chaos.

“The brighter the Light the deeper the Dark, The colder the Air the warmer the Fire, The bitterer the Life the sweeter the Death. It‘s a Butterfly Effect. Every Negative has a positive.”

Warning! This story contains slash. Do not bash the writer for her love of the pairings or she may not want to write anymore in any of her stories. Pwha!

Also Considering that all the DNAngel Volumes were not out when I started writing this story this can be considered Slight AU, but I’ll try to keep it as in Character as I can. (After all I had only read four or five Volumes when I first started this story and own none [Thank you Mia for letting me borrow/read them!])
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Chapter Three

‘Why do you remind me?’

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Niwa Kosuke, generally was a kind man, but when it came to the Hikari’s he was much different, he didn’t trust them, for as much pain he’d seen his loved ones go through because of them, he hated them and here a wounded Hikari sat in his care. He could end this all right now, end his son’s pain by spilling this boys blood and ending his life.

Kosuke shuddered as he fought the urge to pull the car over and strangle the boy. He was just a boy, he was suppose to be innocent, a child should never have to deal with this curse. Now Kosuke was toying with the idea that for some reason this little Hikari seemed more like the victim than the culprit. Last night he’d been on the verge of bursting into Satoshi’s room after hearing Daisuke yelling, but he’d stopped short at the sound of another voice, a comforting one. Satoshi’s voice. It had been laced with so many things, so much pity, so much guilt, and most of all so much pain.

Could it be that this boy who’d come from a family who’s hated Niwa’s is willing to set those unknown grudges aside to befriend my son?

Again he was deep in thought, hardly paying attention to the road, which sped by in a mesh of colours. His body was on automatic, as if going to the store till a voice brought him from his ravine in time to see that he was on the verge of passing his real destination.
“Niwa-San? It‘s on the left?”
Blinking his eyes the man shook away the thoughts for another time and turned to pull into an empty spot in front of an apartment building it was about seven stories high, nothing extremely fancy like he‘d expected. He frowned over the fact that one boy could perplex him so much to the point that he‘d forget himself. Said boy got out with a near silent thank you, which was surprising to Kosuke, and began to walk towards the steps slowly. Kosuke was surprised to find how well he hid the fact he was weak and most likely in pain still. An indifferent mask was in place over his face, his pace was slow and meaningful, covering the fact that it probably hurt to move. It was almost as if he didn’t feel anything. Did Hikari’s feel anything? Oh the mysteries of the world. Shaking his head for the umpteenth time that morning, Kosuke sighed. This generation was so different, he’d never understand it.
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Rummaging through his belongings, Satoshi stuffed a few clothes in his bag, not bothering to fold them as he normally would. He was here not on his time, but Niwa’s, the man had been kind enough to put up with the Hikari so far, he didn’t want to push it.
Picking up another shirt he paused a glint in the bottom of his drawer mocked him. The mirror he’d attempted to trap Dark in. Pushing the shirt into his bag he picked it up and stared into it seeing Dark in his reflection. The Angel was asleep, his peaceful face staring back. Almost innocent. Again that feeling of Jealousy flared. He wanted Dark. Why should he have to give the kind angel back? He’s been put through enough misery with that blonde Angel hasn’t he?
Shaking the thoughts away, Satoshi tucked the mirror into the bag and sighed. He shouldn’t be greedy, Daisuke was innocent like Dark, he didn’t deserve to be put through the agony he went through with Krad.
Again Satoshi blinked his blue eyes due to the headache this line of thought was bringing. Picking up his spare glasses he set them firmly on his nose. No he didn’t need them, but they were a way of hiding, almost like a mask. Running a hand through his blue hair, Satoshi snapped the bag shut and swung it over his shoulder as a car horn beeped outside, Kosuke was getting impatient. Grabbing his lap top from his desk he walked out of the apartment, shutting and locking the door behind him.
He had to get to the bottom of this mystery before Krad tore Daisuke apart, before he got to the point where he didn’t want to give up Dark.
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“The Painting of Reflections.”
Satoshi murmured as he skimmed pages of books, his blue orbs flitted over the words faster than should be possible for a human being, but yet they took in every word and processed them, not missing anything the books presented, but there was nothing to be found.

-This is boring.-

Silence from the bluenette signaled that he wasn’t listening to the complaining angel.

-Hello?! Damnit I feel like I’m talking to a wall.-

More silence. Dark gave up and huffed a sigh as he mumbled incoherent words.
Meanwhile, the Commander read the pages he’d found on the painting and nearly threw it across the table, it gave him no clue as to how to reverse this, nor what magic had been trapped in that painting.

-Why don’t you do something constructive Creepy Bastard. I’m sure Gin had something to do with this so why not look that weird thing up in a book.-

Satoshi paused and could have actually hugged Dark if it were possible or in his nature. He’d completely forgotten about that name Emiko had mentioned last night. Thus his frantic search began again, books piling on the table before him like towers.
Page after page, book after book, nothing made sense, nothing helped. Fragments of words on some pages, abrupt stops in a sentence.
“DAMNIT!”
Satoshi finally screamed out in frustration while swinging his arm to the side sending the books on the table smashing into a near by book case pages fluttering down onto the mess of books lying with broken bindings. This was enough to make a human cry, Satoshi didn’t cry. Hikari didn’t cry.

-Hikari are not human.-
Dark reminded as Satoshi bitterly ignored it and slowly sunk down into his chair while he buried his head in his hands, blue stands threaded in his fingers.
“I don’t understand.”
He stated back in his neutral tone, his outburst seemingly forgotten.
“Why? Why can’t I find anything? All I want to do is return us back to normal, even if that means I have to host Krad again.”
Satoshi seemed to shudder then looked up at the mess he’d made, several books had broken at the spines pages scattering on the floor. He blinked and let those blue eyes flit over the pages.
“That’s it!”
He finally seemed to get it, everything had literally fallen into place. His eyes got wide and he jumped up from his seat dropping to his knees painfully and pulling out random pages and putting them together, making the aged paper over lap in some places.
“This is why some of the pages were fragmented.”
Several moments passed as Dark looked on curious as the bluenette arranged the pages and finally sat up to read over what he’d found. Six pages were lined up to make a story.
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Fire and Ice, Light, and Dark, Life and Death. The ever raging battle on this earth even as it was created. In the beginning days of the construction of earth Six feathers were dropped upon the world each was colourless and pure, every feather thus was turned into a being who were then tainted by colour, by personality.
The being given the title Death, was the first to earn a personality and colour. Black feathered wings sprout out the beings back, long dark hair and eyes even darker. A Curious nature instilled upon it.
Soon another being followed wings painted purple it’s eyes followed suit and were like wine, and it’s hair was a dark violet. A constant rebellious behavior harbored deep inside of it. This being was called Dark.
With Fair-hair and bright sun lit golden orbs, The Being of Light was given a pure and innocent personality with wings feathered in pale gold.
The Angel of Ice had blue hair and sapphire eyes to match. Wings were the light shades of the sky on the clearest day. It was calm and collective.
An Angel who was the colour of red was Fire. It’s eyes were crimson, hair the deepest shades of burgundy while bearing Wings the colour of blood. The Angel was said to have passion to match no other.
The Last Angel was the Angel of Life. It was colorless with silver hair and eyes. Wings of white feathers sprung from it’s back.
Thus the Six Angels were created perfect and genderless, but complications seemed to spring forth, gender and outside influences caused changes, made hearts grow towards each other, beat for the other half.
When the Angel of Light fell in Love with the Angel of Dark things spun out of control.
Once humans thrived on the land, the Angel of Light was captured disappearing from the Angel of Dark’s side. The Dark Angel went to search for his other half once he achieved a materiel being with a gender and name. Many years passed till one day The Dark Angel found the Light again, Broken and Battered. The Light Angel had already decided that the Dark one had forgotten about him, had left him at the clutches of these humans. Betrayal seeded in The Angel of Light’s soul, tainting his already ripped and shattered innocence.
They Fought. For Centuries.
The two Angels burned away each others wings, halting the feud if only for a short time, the Beings seeked help and found the Angels of Life and Death.
The Angel of Death gave the Angel of Dark a single black feather, creating a small creature who would act as wings for the Dark one. It was compassion that compelled the Death Angel to do so. For wings given by another Angel would be painful.
While the Angel of Life plucked a single white feather from his wings and embedded it in the Angel of Lights back, watching as new white wings grew in place. It was a painful process.
With the two beings winged again they began their fight once more, though they found that these new wings required not just their magic, but the magic of another as well, they couldn‘t maintain existence alone. They were never meant to be apart one could not live without the other. But The Battle had grown so deep that they denied each other even still.
While this battle raged on, the Angels of Fire and Ice began to have feelings towards each other as this curse of love had picked another victim. Not wanting to fall to the same fate as the Dark and Light, they chose to be humans forgetting about each other and their existence as the previous Angels. The Angel of Fire became the first Niwa, giving himself a human name Niwa Kasai, as the Angel of Ice was the First Hikari, Hikari Aisu.
The Angels of Light and Dark finally decided that only another Angelic being could suit their magical needs to pursue their feud, but they knew Life and Death would do no such thing for them. So when they finally found Hikari Aisu recognizing that it was indeed the human version of Ice they possessed the body driving the boy insane, the young artist chiseled away his conflict in a statue of the two angels where they were bound.
The Niwa came along and claimed that the statue was beautiful and tried to take it to gaze upon it at his own home, but the Hikari would have no such thing saying that the statue was too dangerous. The following night the Niwa came and stole the statue. Hikari was angered and went to claim it back. While they battled each other they broke the statue in two and suddenly they felt another being inside of them. Dark within Fire and Light inside of Ice.
Their battle continued.
Life and Death looked upon this all and soon they too fell in love, but Life was in denial. He could see no reason why he would love Death so in anger and desperation he trapped Death in a mirror where he’d never have to look at the being again. The Angel of Death was left alone as Life went off to deal with the other four rampant angels, surely they were inferior.
Once he managed to confront them he came face to face with younger generations, for a hundred years had passed, the curse passed from father to son. He met Hikari Setsu, the Hikari fell in love with the Angel of Life‘s beauty, but considering the Angel of Light who resided in him he couldn’t ever have him. So to prevent anyone from having the Angel he painted a painting and trapped the Angel of Life inside, giving him a human name, Tenshi Gin. Though Gin stayed in the form of a boy he was genderless for he had no materiel being. Only he and Death remained this way. Setsu died and the painting was forgotten along with the Mirror that Gin created. If Death were to be awaken the apocalypse would come. If Life were to be released an new beginning would start.

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Satoshi took all of this in and then knitted his brows together as the feeling of sadness from his current other half filled him. Dark was Sad. Why? Then it clicked, why he didn’t realize it sooner he wasn’t sure, for now he’d blame it on his injuries. Dark was the Angel of Dark and Krad the Angel of Light. Krad felt betrayed by Dark? Because they were in love and then they were torn apart? The Hikari family had been created from an Angel, so was Niwa’s family. The other Two, Gin and the one in the mirror still running rampant.
All of this made his head hurt, so he pushed it aside.
Quickly gathering the pages he slipped them in his bag while grabbing a few more History of Art books. Cleaning his mess with a little magic, he pulled the bag over his shoulder. Time to lock himself in the room he was provided and pour himself over the books a bit more.
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Groaning Daisuke slowly sat up in the bed clothes, his head was spinning giving him the feeling that he’d just got off a carnival ride after eating too much candy. His body convulsed just at that second, stomach tightening as a sickening taste rose to greet his mouth and burn his nose. Stumbling from his bed a foot got tangled in the sheets throwing him to the floor where he whimpered then managed to scramble up and run the best he could to the bathroom. Throwing himself over the porcelain of the toilet he let the sickening feeling escape, expelling whatever was in his stomach. The acid was burning this throat and stung his eyes and nose causing tears to spill down his cheeks and drip from his chin as he sobbed. After there was no more in his stomach to wretch he heaved dry heaves. The smell made him sick again so once a spell ended he leaned back and shut his blood shot eyes to shield them from the harsh light.

‘Why do I feel so sick?’

Daisuke prodded wearily. A ghostly hand cradled his face and surprisingly enough he nuzzled into it not caring if it was Krad, he needed that comfort which it seemed to present. Sadly that hand wasn’t comforting long, the nails at the end of those cold fingers began to dig into the pale flesh of his cheekbone as if trying to rip away the skin. Whimpering Daisuke tried to pull away from the hand that really wasn’t there, but alas it didn’t go away. Hair raised on the back of his neck as a whisper found his ear.

‘Why won’t you break? Why does your innocence burn? Why do you remind me!?’

The words were harsh, so full of hate, but most of all fear, such fear they held. Daisuke was nearly thrown off guard and was about to question it when another wave of sickness over came him. Again he threw his head over the rim of the toilet heaving, after a few minuets of this misery he rested his head on the side of it organizing his thoughts once more, though failing miserably.
“Dark…” He mumbled. “…Save me.”
Everything was then black.
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|End Chapter|

[Edited as of September 23rd]

A/N: Wow Lookie at the crappy legend thingy! Bleh. Almost cliché. *Twitch* It’s finished though. Yay Sada! *insert Poof here*
This took Sooooo long to write and it’s crap even still, most likely not what you were expecting from me. *Sigh* Oh well I might rewrite it later, but for now it stays like this.
For some reason I’ve been fond of drawing Krad with his Wings ripped away and he’s my Favorite Character! What’s Wrong with me?!!
Review! You know you want to.

Comments to Friends and Reviewers

DuosAngel- Thank you! Hehe I’m slow on updating…

Hyper Chef - I was lazy and stuck horrible combination really. *snuggles Krad and Satoshi.* *steals*

Lenne - Hahahahaha! Finally I’ve updated. Heh. Sorry for the long wait.

Mia - You should be talking. *Scoff* Update you fiend!

Tsukiyo - Wow now that makes a writer feel special. Like I said this is my first DNAngel story. I also adore the Satoshi/Daisuke pairing, such a pity that in the series They don’t get together. *Sigh* Oh well.

Saetan - I know what you mean about the Dark/Satoshi Fanfiction, it’s hard to find it. I was thinking about maybe adding a small bit of that in this one, nothing major though, maybe a bit of smut between the two later once they fix the problems at hand. I haven’t decided.

Sora - Thank you! Yes Daisuke/Satoshi is one of my favorite pairings after the Dark/Krad one (heh, of course I wouldn’t mind a Sada/Krad or Sada/Satoshi pairing either.)

The Chaotic Ones- Yes I’m writing as fast as I can. I’m slow and not very productive sometimes. -.-’
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