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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
- 7
- 8
- 9
Disclaimer: I do not own DN Angel, welcome to the wonderful world of Fan Fiction!

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is pretty short, sorry.

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-hachi

Journals of Niwa, Daisuke

It has been months since Sato-kun has had any negative reactions or weakening of his body. I am happy about this fact, but I am still worried about him, and have yet to invite another of my friends over. At the same time neither has Satoshi’s body become any stronger. It is as if my own deep friendship is only keeping him stable. This could partially be because he has little sleep as he is juggling both graduate school and his job with the police. I wish sometimes that I could tell him to take a break from all his late night work, but it is important to him. I must admit that I occasionally wish that his Sacred Knave, was in fact a Maiden or at least not me. It is not that I despise the current situation; it is a very comforting situation most of the time but other times like the fear of me inviting people over to our apartment I feel pressured by him. But it is never enough to leave him; I think at this point in time I could never leave Satoshi.

My classes are going fine I finished my third semester and I am so glad to be finished with Introduction to Three-Dimensional Design, mostly because I knew most of the stuff to begin with. And Introduction to Drawing since I really enjoy painting and that is the focus for this semester. I had really enjoyed Introduction to Art History and Renaissance Art, and now have moved on to Modern Art. I should be bringing home one of my first large scale paintings from my Introduction to Painting class. It is large mural painting of a field with sakura trees towards the end of blooming season. I hope Sato-kun likes it since according to his rules I have to hang it in the living room.

Daisuke was nervous and he wasn’t even sure why he was as nervous as he currently was. Satoshi had seen his artwork before and had even complimented him on it. The blue-haired youth had even asked him for drawings and paintings before. But this was different, he had a large wall hanging painting, something that looked like a finished project that didn’t need to be framed, it could be hung immediately and after a year in the apartment after a year of school and various art projects something needed to be hung on the walls. And this was it. Large and colourful, he hoped that it would distract from the other pictures that he had been forced to take home.

The other pieces of artwork that Daisuke brought home were mostly from his Intro to Drawing course from the previous semester, most of which were of Sato-kun sleeping, what he had long ago discovered as a guilty pleasure of his. In those early morning hours when Niwa had woken before Hiwatari and drew his blue-eyed friend he had forgot the painful things—the slow death and the pain of unrequited love. And looking back at those drawings there was some sort of longing, that Daisuke really couldn’t put his finger on exactly what it meant. But it did mean that when his final project was a drawing on body parts, he had placed a mirror against the wall across from the bed and sat down on the end of the bed. He then proceeded to draw his reflection drawing and in the background there was Satoshi, sleeping with the sheets ruffled.

The Art building was going to be cleaned over the upcoming break, and because of that, all of Daisuke’s art projects needed to come home. So here he was on the metro, with his portfolio, half his drawings rolled up and sticking out of his backpack. And then wrapped in plastic and taller than him was the wall hanging. The young thief turned artist was in a state of permanent embarrassment since he was currently odd and taking up too much space in the train car. People glared and Daisuke blushed.

The train came to a slow stop, and the redhead shuffled towards the door and was pushed and prodded until he made it out onto the street. No longer in the crowded metro Daisuke could really feel how cumbersome his load was, now that he had room to trip or for his baggage to swing or fall in the wrong direction. At least he felt better about the situation since he had a smaller chance of wacking someone on the head now that he was off the metro.

Slowly Daisuke made it into his apartment and with a sigh of relief the redhead toed off his shoes, tripping over himself as he tried to keep a hold of his luggage, he slipped into his house shoes and exclaimed, “Tadaima.” He then stumbled off the genkan and into the living room. Dropping his stuff on the floor the ex-thief placed his keys in the basket and flopped onto the sofa taking in his art work on the floor.

He had obviously been unable to pick up dinner that night. And as he took in the silent apartment and his art on the floor Daisuke decided that he would hang the wall hanging then he would figure out when Satoshi would return home and then get dinner accordingly.

With his plan of action decided the young redhead stared at the artwork on the floor in neat piles and willed himself to get up. After a pregnant moment Daisuke hauled himself up and carefully took the art out of his backpack. Placing it carefully against the wall, the art student turned back to the bag and riffled through it until he came up with three wall hooks, they were the kind that weren’t suppose to damage walls that he had gotten at the campus bookstore before going and collecting his art. The redhead also pulled out a tape measure that he had picked up since he was unsure if Satoshi had one and where it was if he had.

Placing the tape measure, hooks, and a pencil on the sofa, the youth went into the kitchen and grabbed the stepstool. Standing in the archway from the kitchen to the living room red eyes scanned the white walls trying to decide where would be the best place for the wall hanging to go. Daisuke looked at the living room from all angles and then decided that the wall that was seen from the kitchen would be the best place for the wall hanging. The redhead started by measuring the length of the wall and finding the centre point. Niwa placed his painting on the floor to see how the placement looked, deciding that the large wall painting would look good in the exact centre of the wall Daisuke got up on the stool and juggling the tape measure and the pencil he marked off where the hooks would go.

After the hooks were hung, Daisuke wobbled on the stool as he held his large painting. He started in the centre. He braced the painting with his left hand and reached over to hang the right side of the painting. It was a stretch and the undergraduate felt that he was about to fall but he was able to get the painting mostly hung. The redhead let go of the left side of the painting so he could move the stepstool over but the painting swung dangerously fast and almost unhooked from the middle hook. The ex-thief braced the painting against the wall once more and reached over towards the left to put up the last hook. Fingers stretched far, they just barely hooked up the painting, but righting himself on the stool proved difficult and when Daisuke heard the front door open and the loud, “Tadaima!” from his roommate he completely lost his footing and crashed loudly to the floor.

Satoshi was barely in their front door when he heard the crash and the exclamation of surprise from his roommate. The bluenette dropped his briefcase and ignored the fact that he was still wearing his shoes and bolted the rest of the way into the apartment. Blue eyes saw nothing but the prone redhead on the ground and the young Police Commander checked his roommate over for injury. “Dai-kun are you all right?”

“Aa… I think so…” replied Daisuke Niwa, sitting up with a hand to his head.

“What were you doing Dai-kun?” asked Satoshi as he sat back on his heels to give the slighter male some room.

“Anou… Look up Sato-kun,” said the redhead blushing as dark as his hair.

Blue eyes glanced up and Hiwatari’s mouth fell open. He glanced back down at his prone roommate and then scotched back to the sofa. He sat on the sofa Satoshi took in their new wall decoration. The room was silent for a few moments as Daisuke altered between holding his breath and groaning in pain.

“I like it Dai-kun, it captures the season very well it is also a calming painting and brightens up this room a little.”

“Arigatou.”

Satoshi smiled and the boys were silent for a moment, the ex-artist seemed to be thinking hard about something that made Daisuke vaguely curious to what it was. Suddenly the bluenette nodded, stood from the sofa and held his hand out to his roommate. “O-ke then, up you go,” Satoshi pulled up Daisuke and then turned him towards the hallway, “now, go and get ready. Take a shower and dress in something nice.”

Daisuke took a couple steps before turning back around, “Wait, why? What is going on Sato-kun?”

“Don’t worry about it Dai-kun, it’s a surprise,” replied Satoshi with a smile. Daisuke nodded slowly he did trust his roommate and so he made his way down the hallway to take a shower. However, the redhead was unable to just not worry. He didn’t know what was going on and Satoshi and he had grown up very different and therefore he was unsure of the proper definition of ‘something nice’.

After the shower Daisuke quickly looked through his wardrobe most of his clothes had a few paint spatters or darkened cuffs from charcoal something that was simply dismissed in classes based on the fact that he was a fine art major. A relatively clean button-up shirt and a pair of slacks and Daisuke left the bedroom cautious and unsure of his choice in clothing.

When Daisuke entered the living room red eyes glanced around and when he found the blue-haired graduate studying the painting while sitting on the sofa his shifted his stance and waited to be noticed. Eventually Satoshi looked over from his study of artwork and smiled brightly at Daisuke.

The red head relaxed a bit and smiled back at his friend noticing that the ex-artist had changed his clothes and was dressed in a similar fashion. Satoshi stood up and made his way to the door, he paused to grab his jacket and motorcycle helmet. Blue eyes glanced back and Daisuke began to move and also prepare for the motorcycle ride.

“Can you tell me what we are doing now? Before I cannot hear you over the sound of the wind, ” asked Daisuke.

Satoshi chuckled, “I thought I would take you out to dinner.”

“What? Why?”

“Well, neither of us were able to pick up dinner on the way home and I don’t know about you but I’m hungry.”

“That makes sense,” replied Daisuke as the two roommates left their apartment and made it down to the car park and Satoshi’s Italian bike.

The streets went by in a blur and the young fine arts major had no clue where they were going. Over the last three semesters of living with Satoshi and going to University, Daisuke had taken many bike rides. In the beginning he would press himself close to the taller youth, hold on for dear life—wrinkling Satoshi’s shirt in his grip, and clench his eyes shut. As time passed and more places were visited via motorcycle the red eyes unclenched and slowly so did the fingers. Daisuke could now say that he honestly enjoyed riding, but even with his eyes open the young redhead had trouble seeing where they were. And he was pretty sure that he was happy about that since he was sure the traffic light they just passed through was red!

They parked in a public parking lot and Daisuke silently followed Satoshi as he lead them to the street at this point the redhead realized that his roommate wouldn’t tell him anything new about the surprise dinner.

Satoshi turned the corner at the end of the street he paused and waited for Daisuke to come and stand next to him. Red eyes took in the street that they had just turned on and noticed the various restaurants. The taller youth placed his hand at Daisuke’s lower back and nudged him forward. They walked side-by-side down the street until the hand was back and Daisuke was nudged into a restaurant.

Red eyes went wide; they had never been to a restaurant like this in the three semesters that they had shared housing. And by ‘this’ Daisuke meant a middle of the board sit down restaurant. The redhead had missed the name of the restaurant as they were walking in and was looking everywhere trying to take in the new place, and thus he missed whether Satoshi lead them to their low table or if they were lead their by a hostess.

They took off their shoes and stepped up onto the mat and settled in at their table. Daisuke was trying to focus on the menu but was feeling a bit nervous and kept shifting. This whole situation was weird; they had never gone out like this, they had cooked meals, brought home take out, and even went to the simple and quick restaurants, never a slow restaurant—and Daisuke was beginning to think that it was a date.

The evening started off like any normal evening in a restaurant, they discussed their hunger and the mood of which they were in to eat. Neither of them were old enough to drink so they didn’t need to look at that part of the menu. Daisuke had never eaten at that particular restaurant although he did recognize the food he decided on what looked good as well as Satoshi’s opinion weighing heavily on his selection. They selected various dishes to go with rice and waited for the waitress to return with their food.

The food came and the two roommates shared the food. Occasionally, Daisuke found himself on the receiving end of Satoshi’s chopsticks that would have some odd combinations of dishes in its grasp and after the first few hesitant moments Daisuke would open his mouth and eat the concoction. After each time that Daisuke ate off of Satoshi’s chopsticks the police commander would smile brightly and depending on Daisuke’s reaction to the strange combination the blunette would burst out laughing. After being laughed at a couple times the redhead would retaliate and feed his friend the weirdest food combinations that he could think of. Soon the meal dissolved into laughter and mostly eaten food. Eventually, they calmed down and finished their meals. Satoshi however insisted that they get some sort of dessert and the roommates ended up sharing some sort of delicious cake-like confection that had the ex-artist grinning and the ex-thief blushing mad.

Satoshi picked up the tab, with very little protest from his roommate, only a promise that the redhead got to pay for the next meal. The walk to the bike was slow and meandering as neither boy felt like being in a hurry whether due to good mood or simply full stomachs. For once Daisuke’s grip on Satoshi was not white-knuckled and Satoshi was going relatively within the speed margins.

It was late when they got back to their apartment and neither boy felt like doing any work or staying up any later then need be. Satoshi placed his stuff in the office and then waited for Daisuke to exit the bathroom.

When the redhead entered the bedroom dressed in a pair of baggy pajama pants and shirt Satoshi, also dressed for bed stood. “I’ll be right back and then we can trade massages.”

“Sounds good,” replied Daisuke turning down the covers on their large western style bed. The art student also grabbed the bottle of lotion that they used for massages and put it on the nightstand. Carefully the redhead unbuttoned his shirt and placed it on the end of the bed before flopping face down on the bed.

Daisuke listen to the sounds of their apartment, as Satoshi made his way around the bathroom and thought about their evening out and how it had been a lot of fun and still felt like a date. Then the door to the bathroom opened and Daisuke momentarily stiffened as he heard Satoshi make his way to the bedroom. The redhead took a deep breath and let it out slowly relaxing once more into the bed. He knew Satoshi and the blunette would never do anything bad or unwanted to the redhead. And Daisuke smiled he was safe and happy there with his best friend Satoshi.

Satoshi paused in the doorway to the bedroom and took in the sight of the already boneless Daisuke and chuckled. “So I take it that I’ll be giving the first massage.”

The redhead grunted in agreement and felt the bed dip as his roommate sat down. Red eyes closed as Niwa listened to the sounds of Satoshi putting some lotion on his hands and then rubbing them together to spread the lotion and to warm it up.

Hands kneaded muscles that the red-eyed youth hadn’t even know were tight and knotted, but he suppose that it all made sense since he had carried all his artwork home that day, and fell to the ground in an heap, and had a death grip un his friend during the motorcycle ride, and—well, he supposed that that was it, but it was plenty to attribute to stiff shoulders.

Niwa was boneless and half asleep when Satashi flopped down on the bed beside his roommate there was a pregnant pause where the police commander started to relax into the mattress and the fine art’s student mustered the energy to sit up and return the massage—it was one of those debates, which was better the first or last massage. Daisuke eventually sat up and tried to be just as courteous as his roommate had been warming the lotion in his hands before he began to work the sore muscles of his roommate’s back. Satoshi seemed to be as stiff as the redhead had felt at the beginning of his own massage and the redhead assumed that being such a young police commander and a graduate student both of which Daisuke assumed were taxing, and would lead to stiff muscles.

Thoughts about the day seemed to swim into focus as Daisuke worked the pale shoulders the stress of the day and how Satoshi made it seem all better without even trying. And that was the catch there Daisuke knew that Satoshi worked hard and got stressed out but he was always there to help out Daisuke and make his day better. That wasn’t to say that Satoshi always ignored his own needs. They had been living together for about two semesters and they had their equal shares of stressful moment.

Fingers brushed the feather that sat between the pale shoulder blades red eyes glanced down and focused on their work, taking in the image of the feather and Daisuke smile there was the sad evidence that they were connected and that no matter what they would always have a friend—a Niwa and a Hikari, who would have thought. And that is when Daisuke realized two things, one: his hands were getting dry so Satoshi’s massage was coming to an end and two: just being around Satoshi made everything seem better.

Daisuke flopped down on the bed half on top of Satoshi. The blunette grunted and shifted, reaching for the light that Daisuke ended up turning off. The roommates were quiet in the dark bedroom for a long moment when finally Daisuke whispered into the dark, “Was that a date? That we went on tonight?”

Satoshi stiffened and took in a deep breath before he answered, “If you want it to be…”

The redhead smiled and nuzzled a bit into his friend’s back before replying, “I think that I would like that.”

Author’s Note: Sorry for the long wait. I can send anyone the link to the miso soup recipe if they want. I realize That Sato got his master’s quickly but he is a genius. And yes I am doing about a chapter per semester.

Japanese you might not know:

Tadaima: I’m home

Genkan: a traditional Japanese entryway sort of combination doormat and porch.

Aa: Oh!, Ah! (I could have sworn it meant ‘yes’ as well, but my dictionary disagrees, still works)

Anou: Err… or Um…

Arigatou: Thank you

Regardless of your opinion please review. Thank You.

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