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Heritage	By : Macx Category: +. to F > DNAngel Views: 2222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Heritage
- 2-part 2
- 3-part 3
- 4-part 4
- 5-part 5
- 6-part 6
- 5
- 6
It was how Daisuke found them two hours later, with an empty carton
of ice cream between them and fresh coffee brewing. Satoshi gave his lover
a good morning kiss, smiling at Krad who by now looked like his old self.
The blond merged back with his host and curled up, a warm weight against
Satoshi's mind.
° ° °
Shock was too mild a word to describe the state of Daisuke's family.
Well, most of it anyway. Emiko was flabbergasted, Daikii just stared at
Satoshi, and only Kosuke seemed to take it with his usual calm and total
acceptance. He was the one who smiled at Satoshi, nodding.
"I suppose we now have the answer to a few more things," Daisuke's father
remarked.
Satoshi nodded slowly.
"It doesn't change who you are, though."
"I wonder if Riu was aware what this meant," Daikii murmured, stroking
over his beard. "Two blood lines of Hikari, unified in one child."
Satoshi bit his lower lip and Daisuke interlaced their fingers, squeezing
them reassuringly.
"It's the past," he said out loud. "It has nothing to do with anything
any more. The curse is gone, the fight is over."
Brown eyes glowed with determination.
"Yes, you are right," Kosuke agreed. "It changes nothing for this family."
He met Satoshi's unsure gaze. "But will it change something about your
birth father?"
"What? I... I don't even know if he's alive," Satoshi replied. "Kei's
notes ended about a year prior to the destruction of the Black Wings. He
never really knew much about Kentaro, just that he and my mother had an
affair, that he was my true father."
"But Krad said he knows about him, too. That he read some files..."
Kosuke reminded him.
A shrug. "I asked Krad not to tell me more."
"Do you want to know more now?"
Another shrug. "I don't think it's important."
Emiko stepped forward. "He might want to know he has a son, Satoshi.
I know I'd want to in his place."
"Maybe," Satoshi conceded. "I need to think about it."
She cupped his cheek, rubbing a thumb over it as if he was a small child
to be comforted.
"You do that. But Kosuke is right; nothing will change because of this.
You're still who you are."
He looked into her warm, brown eyes and smiled valiantly. "Thank you."
"And I'd be delighted if you stayed for dinner."
Daisuke chuckled and rubbed a hand over his lover's back. "I think we
could eat."
"Skinny as you are, you should," Emiko muttered.
"Mom..."
She smiled and winked at them. Daisuke just sighed dramatically. Emiko
had always been complaining how thin Satoshi was, had tried to make him
fill out more when he had come to live with them after the whole near-armageddon,
and she had done a great job. Satoshi looked healthy and strong.
Emiko walked into the kitchen, commandeering her husband into assisting
her, and Daikii just returned to his spot in the living room where he spent
a lot of his time reading. The two young men decided to get a breath of
fresh air and went into the garden.
Daisuke looked out over the ocean, glancing at his lover now and then.
"Will you look for him?" he finally asked, the sound of the waves crashing
against the rocks far below a distant thunder.
"I don't know," Satoshi answered, not looking at him.
Daisuke didn't reply to that. It was Satoshi's choice. He would stand
behind him whatever he did.

Inside his mind he felt Dark stir for the first time and smiled a little
at him. Dark just brushed over his senses, then continued to rest inside
his host's body. Krad had refused to separate from Satoshi and Dark kept
him company in their shared realm.
Things would heal.
Somehow.
° ° °
Wings the color of the darkest sky, even more black than that. Wings
the color of ebony, large and elegant in their form, each feather gleaming
and healthy, rustled softly in the breeze. Attached to a slender form,
muscular and athletic, lithe and wiry, they curled like a protective shield
over and around the body.
White wings stood in total contrast to them. Snow-white with a silvery
touch, just as large as their black counterparts, they were folded on the
back of an equally slender man.
Both were sitting on the roof of the Niwa-Hikari home, overlooking the
silent town around them, watching lights go out as people went to sleep.
The stars were out, but clouds covered most of the sky and only occasionally
could they catch a glimpse. It smelled of rain, of an approaching thunder
storm far in the distance, and their senses could easily pick up the charged
air that would soon hit this town.
Dark gazed at his lover and partner, his counterpart, and smiled a little
at Krad's almost wistful expression. Blond hair moved lazily in the breeze
that would soon by a strong wind. The pony tail was impeccable, held tight
against the playful winds. Dark's own unruly mop was easy prey for all
kinds of bad weather.
"Wanna go inside?" the kaitou asked after a while.
Krad shrugged. "It's still nice."
"It's going to rain."
"Not yet."
"Okay."
For the past hours they had done nothing but keep each other company,
silent, each lost in his thoughts.
It was how they continued to sit together until the rain began, a light
drizzle that peppered the gleaming wings.

Standing inside the house, Dark looked outside into the ever-increasing
rain. Krad stepped close and wrapped his arms around Dark's waist, the
wings dissolving almost automatically. He kissed the other man gently,
lips opening to taste his lover. Dark closed his eyes and just concentrated
on the feel and taste and smell of the man he loved.
"Love you," he whispered against the warm lips. "Very, very much. Whatever
happens."
And a lot had already. Three hundred years of fighting each other, of
hating, of trying to kill the other half. What had happened now was moderate
compared to that.
"Satoshi loves you, too. He won't ever hurt you."
"I know," Krad murmured, half-lidded eyes regarding Dark. "It was just
too much on top of everything. Hel... Hel triggered something and I couldn't
stop it all from happening."
"I understand." Dark slipped his hands under the shirt and caressed
warm skin. "Make love to me?" he whispered a plea.
Krad's eyes seemed to darken in color, a rich golden hue. There was
a promise in there, a need, and a gentleness that took Dark's breath away.
They fell onto the bed of Dark's room, a tangle of arms and legs, kissing
each other, hands roaming, and he inhaled softly as Krad undressed him.
Nothing could compare to what he felt with his lover; nothing at all. It
was a thrill, a tingle, an arousal of such proportion that even the hunt
of some precious Hikari art paled in that light. Krad was power and tenderness,
fierceness and love; he was Dark's other half, a soul he knew and loved
and wanted.
No matter his past.
No matter their history.
They belonged together, just like Satoshi and Daisuke.
Unbreakable.
- 5
- 6
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