"Fragmented" (Satoshi+Daisuke, PG)
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skellywagTitle: "Fragmented"
Author: Teh Skellsssssssss
Fandom: D.N.Angel
Pairing: Satoshi+Daisuke
Rating: PG
Warnings: Half-naked bois snuggling, uber-fluff
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mother_satan. Uhm...yeah...the plotbunny she gave me to write just isn't working out too well, but I really wanted to at least write something so she knew I was still thinking about her. Here are the fruits of that effort, and of a 5:30 am plotbunny.
Satoshi was awake instantly, even before he consciously recognized the sound that had awakened him, though that realization came seconds later. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before calling out, “Daisuke! Wake up!” He felt guilty every time he made any acknowledgement of hearing the redhead’s pained, frightened cries, but he wasn’t able to just lay there listening, either.
There was a soft moan from across the room as Daisuke slogged into consciousness, and the slight rustle of bed sheets as he rolled onto his side, gazing over to Satoshi’s side of the room blearily. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Did I wake you again?”
Blue eyes shifted from the ceiling to Daisuke, eyebrows narrowing when he took in the slight shudder of the redhead’s frame. “It’s alright,” he replied. “After all, if you hadn’t woken me up, who would have woken you up?” He waited a moment before asking in a softer tone, “Was it the same one?”
“Y-yes,” Daisuke replied in a whisper.
That slight quaver in his friend’s voice spoke volumes, and Satoshi was out of bed in an instant, padding across the room to slip into Daisuke’s bed.
The redhead wanted to argue; this could hardly be appropriate. However, at the same time, he knew that he needed this comfort. He let Satoshi slip warm arms around his torso, shivering slightly in response to the friction of bare flesh, completely different from his terrified shudders. His own arms snaked around Satoshi’s waist a moment later, pulling their bodies even closer as he buried his face in the side of his friend’s neck.
Just the act of being held calmed Daisuke visibly, and their chests were so tightly pressed together that Satoshi could feel the redhead’s heart rate return to normal. Once it had, he slowly loosened his hold and slipped a hand up into unruly hair, massaging Daisuke’s scalp gently, trying to ignore the fact that he was in a position he’d wanted to be in since he was fourteen: half-naked, in a bed, with Daisuke Niwa. “Do you want to talk about it?” he murmured tentatively.
Satoshi already knew the dream; had heard it dozens of times before. However, regardless of the fact that it had never changed, it always helped Daisuke to get it out, to hear in his own voice how ridiculous it all sounded, though he’d been reassured countless times that it didn’t.
“He…Dark was stolen from me…by a shadow as bright as lightning...” the redhead recited slowly, tasting the familiar words one at a time as they left his throat; he’d memorized them years before. “He’s been gone almost five years, and I can still feel our souls being ripped apart as though it was yesterday.”
To Satoshi, that experience had been more of a mixed blessing. On the one hand, he had been glad to be rid of the spirit that had all but consumed his life, leaving so very little for him. Krad had been a disease. However, at the same time he understood Daisuke’s sentiments exactly, because even to that day he felt like half a person; as though half his soul had been dissolved, leaving only a dull ache in its place.
However, unlike every other time he had listened to Daisuke tell the dream, this time Satoshi spoke up when the redhead had finished, not even aware of what possessed his mouth.
“I know that I am a poor substitute, and have only half a soul to offer, but if you will take me, I am yours, Daisuke,” he whispered, his words perfectly sincere.
The redhead was clearly shocked, blinking at his friend, his eyes sloe in the dimness. “What did you say?” he asked, though as realization and Satoshi’s words sunk in, his arms tightened around the lithe body pressed against his own, the smallest of warm smiles curling his lips. He wanted to hear those wonderful words again.
Satoshi leaned in, pressing a light, affectionate kiss to his friend’s forehead. No, not just friend. Not any more. Not ever, really. The redhead had always been more important than that. His voice was hushed when he spoke.
“Separate, we are fragmented, Daisuke. Together, we can be whole.”
~Fin.
Author: Teh Skellsssssssss
Fandom: D.N.Angel
Pairing: Satoshi+Daisuke
Rating: PG
Warnings: Half-naked bois snuggling, uber-fluff
A/N: Written for
mother_satan. Uhm...yeah...the plotbunny she gave me to write just isn't working out too well, but I really wanted to at least write something so she knew I was still thinking about her. Here are the fruits of that effort, and of a 5:30 am plotbunny.Satoshi was awake instantly, even before he consciously recognized the sound that had awakened him, though that realization came seconds later. He rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before calling out, “Daisuke! Wake up!” He felt guilty every time he made any acknowledgement of hearing the redhead’s pained, frightened cries, but he wasn’t able to just lay there listening, either.
There was a soft moan from across the room as Daisuke slogged into consciousness, and the slight rustle of bed sheets as he rolled onto his side, gazing over to Satoshi’s side of the room blearily. “I’m sorry,” he murmured. “Did I wake you again?”
Blue eyes shifted from the ceiling to Daisuke, eyebrows narrowing when he took in the slight shudder of the redhead’s frame. “It’s alright,” he replied. “After all, if you hadn’t woken me up, who would have woken you up?” He waited a moment before asking in a softer tone, “Was it the same one?”
“Y-yes,” Daisuke replied in a whisper.
That slight quaver in his friend’s voice spoke volumes, and Satoshi was out of bed in an instant, padding across the room to slip into Daisuke’s bed.
The redhead wanted to argue; this could hardly be appropriate. However, at the same time, he knew that he needed this comfort. He let Satoshi slip warm arms around his torso, shivering slightly in response to the friction of bare flesh, completely different from his terrified shudders. His own arms snaked around Satoshi’s waist a moment later, pulling their bodies even closer as he buried his face in the side of his friend’s neck.
Just the act of being held calmed Daisuke visibly, and their chests were so tightly pressed together that Satoshi could feel the redhead’s heart rate return to normal. Once it had, he slowly loosened his hold and slipped a hand up into unruly hair, massaging Daisuke’s scalp gently, trying to ignore the fact that he was in a position he’d wanted to be in since he was fourteen: half-naked, in a bed, with Daisuke Niwa. “Do you want to talk about it?” he murmured tentatively.
Satoshi already knew the dream; had heard it dozens of times before. However, regardless of the fact that it had never changed, it always helped Daisuke to get it out, to hear in his own voice how ridiculous it all sounded, though he’d been reassured countless times that it didn’t.
“He…Dark was stolen from me…by a shadow as bright as lightning...” the redhead recited slowly, tasting the familiar words one at a time as they left his throat; he’d memorized them years before. “He’s been gone almost five years, and I can still feel our souls being ripped apart as though it was yesterday.”
To Satoshi, that experience had been more of a mixed blessing. On the one hand, he had been glad to be rid of the spirit that had all but consumed his life, leaving so very little for him. Krad had been a disease. However, at the same time he understood Daisuke’s sentiments exactly, because even to that day he felt like half a person; as though half his soul had been dissolved, leaving only a dull ache in its place.
However, unlike every other time he had listened to Daisuke tell the dream, this time Satoshi spoke up when the redhead had finished, not even aware of what possessed his mouth.
“I know that I am a poor substitute, and have only half a soul to offer, but if you will take me, I am yours, Daisuke,” he whispered, his words perfectly sincere.
The redhead was clearly shocked, blinking at his friend, his eyes sloe in the dimness. “What did you say?” he asked, though as realization and Satoshi’s words sunk in, his arms tightened around the lithe body pressed against his own, the smallest of warm smiles curling his lips. He wanted to hear those wonderful words again.
Satoshi leaned in, pressing a light, affectionate kiss to his friend’s forehead. No, not just friend. Not any more. Not ever, really. The redhead had always been more important than that. His voice was hushed when he spoke.
“Separate, we are fragmented, Daisuke. Together, we can be whole.”
~Fin.
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on 2005-06-08 07:09 pm (UTC)Alright, if it's really not working, i'll relieve you off your obligation to write it. But I expect SOMETHING big and juicy full of Sato/Dai goodness. Ok? *Smile*
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
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on 2005-06-09 02:38 pm (UTC)kawai!!! i like it, it was cute!
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