Taking off the mask
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+. to F › DNAngel
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,457
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own DNAngel, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
What masks we hide behind
DISCLAIMER: DNAngel in no way, shape, or form belongs to me. The only thing that does belong to me is the following tale.
This actually comes from a dream I had, about Hiwatari and Daisuke. I think I may have been watching DNAngel as I was falling asleep…
And just as a further disclaimer, this takes place before Daisuke and Hiwatari knew that each other were Dark and Krad.
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Daisuke returned to consciousness, his head throbbing from being thrown so forcefully into the darkness by Dark. He lay on his back, unable to move, his eyes closed against the surrounding world. He could feel the cold of a cement floor emanating through his back, coursing through his bare skin like a frigid wave. He focused on what had happened before Dark had taken over, trying to retrieve the memories. He remembered seeing Hiwatari, standing before him, radiating with power enough to make Daisuke shrink back and shield himself in futility with his arms. The look in Hiwatari’s eyes had been of pure madness, his ice cold eyes boring holes into his flesh, and then darkness. He screamed and yelled, pounding his fists against the walls of his mind, trapped in the door-less, windowless room Dark had so forcefully thrust him into.
Daisuke slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred by crimson blood seeping into his eyes. He brought up an aching arm and wiped it away, then stared at his hand, covered in red life, oozing from his forehead. He sat up and looked over to the limp body beside him. His eyes went wide when he realized who he was staring at.
Hiwatari lay there, bathed in a pool of his own blood, his clothes shredded, and hanging off his frame in thin shards. But this was no what scared Daisuke the most; what scared him the most was Hiwatari’s hair. Hiwatari had silver hair, cut short against his brow, but now, his hair was long, reaching down to his waist, and amazingly blonde, shining with a brilliance all its own.
Daisuke crawled painfully over to his side and shook him, hoping against all hope that his dear friend was still alive. Hiwatari groaned slightly and opened his eyes. He blinked twice groggily, and then choked as his eyes grew wide. He reached a hand up to Daisuke’s face, and put his fingers to a strand of his black hair.
Daisuke shrunk back from his touch and looked down into his reflection in the pool of blood. His hair was long and black…exactly like Dark’s…
Oh no! he thought, putting his hands to his face and hair. This isn’t supposed to happen! No one is supposed to see me like this!
Hiwatari slowly sat up, using his shaking arms to hold himself up.
“You…you’re Dark?” he mumbled out.
Daisuke looked down to the ground, blushing slightly.
“Yeah…”
Hiwatari gulped. You mean to tell me that Daisuke is my enemy? he thought.
“And you are Krad…aren’t you?” Daisuke said, remembering the name and description Dark had spoken to him.
Hiwatari nodded.
Daisuke raised his hands to his face, staring at his palms, the hands that had caused Hiwatari to suffer. His heart felt as if it would break in his chest. No, he thought. No, this can’t be happening. No, not him! He could feel the tears rising to his eyes, threatening to burst out onto his cheeks. Hiwatari was the last person he had ever wanted to hurt. Before he knew what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around the boy, who was now his friend, his love, and his enemy all at the same time.
Hiwatari sat frozen in shock, his new enemies arms wrapped so tightly around him. This was the boy, the innocent, friendly boy who he had fallen in love with, but could never voice his feelings…and now he was embracing him, because he was his enemy… He began to feel as if this would be his one and only chance to show Daisuke what he meant to him…before the war between their alter egos ultimately took over their lives.
Hiwatari pulled back from Daisuke’s embrace and placed his lips on the boys, kissing him passionately and pulling his body into his. Daisuke’s eyes flew open in shock, but soon melted into Hiwatari’s warm and welcoming arms.
As far as they knew, this would be the last time they would ever meet like this, as friends, as lovers; they would forever know each other from this point on as enemies…until the fighting between Dark and Krad finished.
This actually comes from a dream I had, about Hiwatari and Daisuke. I think I may have been watching DNAngel as I was falling asleep…
And just as a further disclaimer, this takes place before Daisuke and Hiwatari knew that each other were Dark and Krad.
< ^ . ^ >
Daisuke returned to consciousness, his head throbbing from being thrown so forcefully into the darkness by Dark. He lay on his back, unable to move, his eyes closed against the surrounding world. He could feel the cold of a cement floor emanating through his back, coursing through his bare skin like a frigid wave. He focused on what had happened before Dark had taken over, trying to retrieve the memories. He remembered seeing Hiwatari, standing before him, radiating with power enough to make Daisuke shrink back and shield himself in futility with his arms. The look in Hiwatari’s eyes had been of pure madness, his ice cold eyes boring holes into his flesh, and then darkness. He screamed and yelled, pounding his fists against the walls of his mind, trapped in the door-less, windowless room Dark had so forcefully thrust him into.
Daisuke slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurred by crimson blood seeping into his eyes. He brought up an aching arm and wiped it away, then stared at his hand, covered in red life, oozing from his forehead. He sat up and looked over to the limp body beside him. His eyes went wide when he realized who he was staring at.
Hiwatari lay there, bathed in a pool of his own blood, his clothes shredded, and hanging off his frame in thin shards. But this was no what scared Daisuke the most; what scared him the most was Hiwatari’s hair. Hiwatari had silver hair, cut short against his brow, but now, his hair was long, reaching down to his waist, and amazingly blonde, shining with a brilliance all its own.
Daisuke crawled painfully over to his side and shook him, hoping against all hope that his dear friend was still alive. Hiwatari groaned slightly and opened his eyes. He blinked twice groggily, and then choked as his eyes grew wide. He reached a hand up to Daisuke’s face, and put his fingers to a strand of his black hair.
Daisuke shrunk back from his touch and looked down into his reflection in the pool of blood. His hair was long and black…exactly like Dark’s…
Oh no! he thought, putting his hands to his face and hair. This isn’t supposed to happen! No one is supposed to see me like this!
Hiwatari slowly sat up, using his shaking arms to hold himself up.
“You…you’re Dark?” he mumbled out.
Daisuke looked down to the ground, blushing slightly.
“Yeah…”
Hiwatari gulped. You mean to tell me that Daisuke is my enemy? he thought.
“And you are Krad…aren’t you?” Daisuke said, remembering the name and description Dark had spoken to him.
Hiwatari nodded.
Daisuke raised his hands to his face, staring at his palms, the hands that had caused Hiwatari to suffer. His heart felt as if it would break in his chest. No, he thought. No, this can’t be happening. No, not him! He could feel the tears rising to his eyes, threatening to burst out onto his cheeks. Hiwatari was the last person he had ever wanted to hurt. Before he knew what he was doing, he wrapped his arms around the boy, who was now his friend, his love, and his enemy all at the same time.
Hiwatari sat frozen in shock, his new enemies arms wrapped so tightly around him. This was the boy, the innocent, friendly boy who he had fallen in love with, but could never voice his feelings…and now he was embracing him, because he was his enemy… He began to feel as if this would be his one and only chance to show Daisuke what he meant to him…before the war between their alter egos ultimately took over their lives.
Hiwatari pulled back from Daisuke’s embrace and placed his lips on the boys, kissing him passionately and pulling his body into his. Daisuke’s eyes flew open in shock, but soon melted into Hiwatari’s warm and welcoming arms.
As far as they knew, this would be the last time they would ever meet like this, as friends, as lovers; they would forever know each other from this point on as enemies…until the fighting between Dark and Krad finished.