The Art of Our Blood

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

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this 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!

-Na

The Art of Our Blood

Chaputa-shi

Journals of Hiwatari, Satoshi

Daisuke-kun and I have found our apartment, and we will be moving in this weekend. It doesn’t seem so long ago that I took him on my Ducati Paso into Toukyou to look for the apartment. First we looked in Shinjuku since it was one of Toukyou’s 23 wards that was directly between Chiyoda-ku where my campus resided and Nerima-ku where Daisuke’s part of the campus would be. Luckily the Toukyou Chikatetsu Yuurakuchou-sen [a/n: Tokyo Metro Yurakucho Line] ran through all three. [1]

Upon actually seeing Shinjuku-ku Daisuke-kun got a bit apprehensive, especially after we were yelled at quite soundly in French for being in the way of someone’s parking space. After reexamining the Toukyou Chikatetsu Yuurakuchou-sen we found that Higashi Ikebukuro Station (Y-10) in Toshima-ku a relatively unpopulated area was more central via metro, and that is where we found our nice one bedroom apartment.

For the last week or so while Daisuke-kun has been testing he had practically forced me in that old sofa in his vault, ‘To settle my differences with Krad’. At first I out right scuffed at the idea. But then I came to the realization that Dark and Krad were truly two halves of the same whole.

While Dark needs Krad to let go of some of his more wistful fantasies, Krad needed Dark to calm the raging fires within. While their personalities are the direct result of only being half a being, it was also how each family took them in. The Niwa’s took to Dark like flame he was a magickal being and made their stealing that much easier. While Krad did not boost the Hikari’s art in any which way and proved time and time again to not be able to stop their nemesis and therefore was scorned and ridiculed for the curse he was.

That was the point in the conversation where I had felt a pang of guilt and Dark enveloped the entity in his own being. But I really couldn’t apologize to Krad even if I felt a little bit guilty; since by the time he had come to me he was ruthless.

According to Dark since he was out going, Krad was meek it was hard for me to picture him meek. Dark had continued on to state that since he was out going and likeable, and Krad wasn’t that he had a quick fuse and intolerance to social jabs and therefore would lash out rather violently. At which point Krad tried to lash out at Dark for revealing his weaknesses. And Dark hugged him. I had chuckled and told them we we’re moving to Toshima.
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Red eyes scanned the room one last time, and then looked down at his three boxes and single suitcase. Was this really all he was bringing besides his desk, and dresser? He had helped Satoshi pack up his apartment yesterday and the place was bare since they were going to use everything from his cooking utensils, to his large bed. It seemed to Daisuke that the apartment would be more Satoshi’s then theirs since most of the thing belonged to the icy teenager not to mention he paid for the first months rent.

Frowning slightly the redhead picked up one of the boxes and walked downstairs to load it into the moving van they rented to move out to Toshima. On his way by the kitchen his excited mother and Towa decided to rush upstairs and grab some boxes to help out. So by the time Daisuke made it back into the house, all his things were at the very least en route to the van.

Satoshi came quietly from the door that led to the vault his guard, Wiz, in his arms, “Are we ready to go?”

Daisuke frowned again before smiling and nodding, for some reason unknown to him the icy male wished to arrive at the apartment a day before the redhead’s family drove the van out to help them move in. Picking up a backpack that contained a change of clothes for each boy, toiletry bags and compact sleeping bags, the two boys went outside and to Satoshi’s bike.

It wasn’t long until they were speeding down the highway weaving through the traffic that Satoshi would later joke: he should have pulled over a few people they had passed for speeding. What should have been hours turned into minutes, with Satoshi’s driving. And although the thief no longer feared for his life when he rode behind the artist on the Ducati Paso, the trip to their new apartment seemed to further depress the redhead.

The two arrived in Toshima around noon and quickly found a Raman bar to eat lunch at. Once they were finished Satoshi cryptically took them to a hardware store and stood Daisuke in front of a bunch of paint samples.

“Sato-kun, what are we doing here?” asked the confused fiery youth.

“Well, Dai-kun,” replied Satoshi with a smile, “I am currently your chauffer and you are here to pick out paint for the apartment, since I got permission to paint it. I know you feel like the apartment isn’t ours but mine, and since you know I’m not one for interior design, I thought would give you the day, to have at it.”

Smiling- scanning over the swatches, red eyes carefully took in the colors. To Satoshi’s surprise he quickly picked up seven swatches. At the confused look in the blue eyes Daisuke explained, “The sage is for the bedroom- since green compliments red and anything darker then your hair compliments you, the cream yellow is for the study- easy on the eyes, the twilight blue is for the bathroom, we’ll trim the living room in crimson and dark orange, and creamy-brown for the kitchen with a viridian trim.”

Once the boys explained that they were new to the area and currently had only a motorcycle. One of the employees who worked part time until 13:00 said he would drive the paint, drop cloths, tape, bushes, rollers, palettes and other necessities over to the college student’s apartment.

Thanking the man soundly they loaded up his car, and for once in his life Satoshi went well within the speed margin. When they reached their fourth floor apartment they found that the landlord had left them a ladder and a few drop cloths. Unloading the paint and thanking the man once again.

Looking around their empty apartment the boys first put down drop clothes, put tape around the edges of door frames and windows, and then they taped paper towels on the ceiling on the edge where it met with the wall.

“This is your project Daisuke-kun so give me a simple task, a room where all four walls are one color,” said the icy teen when everything that needed to be was covered and the numerous buckets of paint were in their proper rooms.

“Then the bedroom and study are yours Sato-kun,” replied the redhead moving towards the kitchen.

Cocking his head to the side; Hiwatari’s blue hair fell in front of his blue orbs, “Not the bathroom?”

Shaking his head, Daisuke replied, “Only two walls will be blue. Since our stuff is coming tomorrow we’ll only be able to get one coat on most of the walls so they won’t be as dark as the swatches.”

With that the two began painting. The kitchen although was good sized was mostly painting cupboards, there was two actual walls and a countertop that separated the kitchen from the living room. The countertops were a light tan and the paint chosen was a hair or two darker, the flooring was simple and white. [2]

When Satoshi was finished his two rooms and Daisuke was still painting the many cupboards. The redhead got up and walked into the bathroom looking at the four walls, one had the door, another had the sink, the toilet, and the last which was half tiled and had the shower/bathtub. Opening the twilight blue paint and stirring it a bit he dipped in a paint brush and made a blue ‘X’ on the wall with the sink and the wall with the door for Satoshi to paint.

Since the trim in the kitchen would have to wait until the next day Niwa moved into the living room using his kitchen stencil trim as a guide for how wide the trim in the living room needed to be, as well as make it straight. Once he was sure he wouldn’t role paint where he wasn’t supposed to, Daisuke opened the dark orange paint that seemed almost red. Both fire and ice rolled on the orange trim before they sat down exhausted.

“If we get up early tomorrow we can get a second coat on everything except the living room and kitchen because of the trim,” said the thief after a moment he stood and began to open windows.

The blunette nodded, “O-ke then I’ll go get take out and you relax.”

The boys really didn’t do anything that night. They ate their take out threw the containers in a growing sack in the corner and camped out in the living room since it had the least amount of paint. They used one sleeping bag as a mat to sleep on and the other as a blanket, without any pillows. Even with very little sleep they were able to rouse early without much trouble or sleep tugging at their consciousnesses. Satoshi went out on his bike to get pastries, while Daisuke began on the trim.

Covering the edge of the orange in tape so only the middle showed Niwa painted that center stripe the dark crimson; so that there was a thin stripe of orange a thick stripe of red and another thin orange.

That was about the time that Hiwatari returned with breakfast which they ate quickly. As the blunette moved to the bedroom, Daisuke applied the trim strip around the kitchen removing the vines and leaf print that would be green from the center. After he went over the strip a few times with the green paint he used a miniature of the same print along the top and outer edge of outer edge of every other cabinet, then painted all the cupboard knobs green.

When that was all done Daisuke did the second coat on the bathroom before removing the sticky stencils and replacing the dry knobs. The boys then began to close up the excess paint and rip off the tape and paper towels. Taking out the trash, folding the drop cloths and placing all their supplies in the center of the living room, the boys looked at each other.

“Looks good Dai-kun” said Satoshi flopping down on the drop cloths already accepting the fact that the clothes he was currently wearing would forever be his ‘painting’ clothes.

“Arigatou Sato-kun,” the redhead sat down too, leaning on his friend, “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Any other interior design plans?”

“No more white bed sheet; a dark green would be good, a violet and red table cloth perhaps, and something to hang on the walls.”

“That is where I draw the line; you are a studio art major the only thing hanging on these walls will be painted by Niwa Daisuke and no one else.”

They both stayed quiet, they knew soon that the Niwa’s would show up, and that they could worry about everything else later. Their bodies were tired and the day wasn’t even half over whether the sheets complimented them or not could wait until they were more settled into their new apartment, and life.

Author’s Note: I have links to where I get most of my information about metros etc. if you are a visual person that includes a map of the metro they will be using.

[1] Shinjuku- has the highest number of register foreign nationals of any community in Toukyou, the top five being Korea (North and South), China, France, Myanmar, and Philippians. It is a major commercial and administrative centre, housing the busiest train station in the world: Shinjuku Station.

Toukyou Chikatetsu Yuurakuchou-sen- Tokyo Metro Yurakucho Line: there are 24 stops at which I do not which are exactly the closet to each respected campus Nerima has four stops (Y-3-6) and Chiyoda has five (Y-14-18).

[2] Painting Kitchens: Their kitchen cupboards matched the walls and therefore needed to be painted. If you have never done this before you should know it involves a bunch of tight spaces and opening and closing of cupboards and takes many times longer to paint then say a bedroom.

Japanese you might not know:
-ku: Ward/district/community

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- Na