NOTE: Hiya! New Story, second in this anime. Daisuke and Dark. NOT in character on purpose, so don't go bitching about how daisuke/dark would never do/say something. And, please read my other DNAngel fic, Blue Pheonixes, Red Ice Dragons. Thanks and enjoy!
The Tutor
"Daisuke Niwa, report to the principal's office immediately. Gomen, that is all."
Daisuke glared at the intercom as it crackled off. "Cheeee…" he swore under his breath as is classmates silenced to watch him leave yet again.
"Now please." Daisuke glared up at the intercom. "Chotto matte baka!" He yelled, grabbing the pass from his teacher. He stalked his way down the familiar path to the principal's office. He had been there twenty times this week and was one detention short of a two week suspension.
"Hello. Please have a seat." The secretary said smiling. Daisuke looked and smiled back.
"Busaiku baito." He said pleasantly, snickering at the horrified look on the secretary's face. He sat in one of the cold metal chairs and stared at the secretary, who was fidgeting under his gaze.
"Niwa Daisuke, you can go in now." The secretary said nervously, not bothering to look up at him.
He sighed and walked over to the door and gripped the handle. "Oitoma. You won't see me for about two weeks, so sayo." He said softly, smirking at the secretary. He opened the door and stepped inside, his stride that of a man who just got a promotion rather than a kid who's receiving a suspension.
"Niwa, please come sit." The principal said, gesturing to the empty seat in front of him. Daisuke sat down hesitantly, unsettled by the cheery tone of the principal's voice.
"Let me guess, suspension. Nan dai, Mr. Yakamoto?" Daisuke said calmly, his hands fiddling in his lap. He was currently wishing the cut on his wrist to reopen.
"Indeed. I have a proposition for you. I have this tutor who will work for room and board. If you will let the tutor stay with you, you'll get free tutoring. And, if, with tutoring, you can pass all your classes with at least a D, we'll let you graduate." Mr. Yakamoto said calmly.
Daisuke contemplated it whilst he scratched at the cut. He found getting a D feasible when he realized his fingers were covered in blood.
"Sure. What harm could it do?" Daisuke said, looking up from the now bleeding cut. Mr. Yakamoto smiled and filled out a pass.
"Go get your things. The tutor is waiting outside in a dark purple sports car that looks like it was created from a mix of an Alfa Romeo 8c & Porsche Carrera GT. The windows are like black reverse mirrors. You can see out, not in. Knock on the window. To make sure, the license plate is 1-M-O-U-S-Y-1." He stated as he held out the pass to Daisuke.
Daisuke brought his hand up to take the pass and listened to the principal's breath catch. He looked down and realized his fingers were soaked in the blood from his cut. He brought them to his mouth and licked the blood off. "Sumimasen. I forgot about the blood." He said, licking the blood that now flecked his lips, its sweet coppery taste lingering on his lips after.
"…Heki, ano…why'd you have blood on…your…fingers?" Mr.Yakamoto said worried, cutting off as he saw the blood dripping from Daisuke's arm. Daisuke shrugged and left, making sure to leave blood on the secretary's neat desk.
Daisuke ran down the hallway to his locker, and kicked it open. He threw his books in and grabbed his bag. He ran outside, not wanting to be in the damned school another minute. He looked around and saw the car sitting in the parking lot. One of the darkened windows was rolled down and he could see a teenager, at least 17, sitting behind the wheel looking out at him with deep amethyst eyes from behind shining lavender hair.
"Koncha. You the tutor?" Daisuke asked warily, startled by how young the guy was compared to all the tutors he'd seen.
"Yeah. Let me guess, you're Daisuke Niwa." The boy said. His voice reminded Daisuke of a cat's purr. Daisuke nodded and shifted under the weight of his bag. The tutor pressed a button and Daisuke's door unlocked.
"Hop in. The name's Dark. Dark Mousy, your new tutor. Now, where are we going?" Dark said, watching Daisuke sit down. Daisuke mumbled his address and watched out the window as the car traveled it's way to his house. On the radio the song Byakuya-True light floated out. Daisuke closed his eyes and listened to the familiar melody as it floated out. He sighed and hummed along.
Dark looked over at the redhead. He was wearing a hooded black sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. Dark himself was wearing a sleeve-less black top, black jeans and many belts and chains. He could hear the boy humming along to the song. He sighed and continued driving, scanning the houses for the address the boy had told him.
Daisuke looked over at Dark. He seemed to be concentrating on the house numbers. Daisuke studied him. He was wearing black, and was covered in belts and chains. There was a belt around his neck like a collar, four on each arm and two on his pants. The chains were on his pants only. Dark looked at him quickly then back at the houses. Daisuke noticed the cat-like way he moved. It was fluid and limber. Daisuke turned angrily to the window and scolded himself for looking at Dark like that.
Dark saw Daisuke's face go red from the corner of his eye. Dark pretended he didn't notice to spare the kid another blush. He had that effect on a lot of people. Either they liked him or they didn't notice him. Dark was pretty sure Daisuke had fallen to the first one.
" Che!" Dark suddenly swore, slamming on the brakes. Daisuke sat up and braced himself as the car screeched to a halt. "Doshita ni!"
"I missed the house a while back. Taku, Taku, Taku!" Dark swore bitterly, throwing the car into reverse and turning around.
"Sore ga, doshita? No one's there. No need to get all upset." Daisuke said calmly, trying to keep Dark from killing them.
"Maji? Why aren't your parents at home?" Dark asked, his mood suddenly switching to that of a curious nature.
Daisuke looked over at Dark and sighed. "Because they abandoned me eight years ago when I was seven. They went out to the 'store' and never came back." Daisuke said, his face emotionless but his eyes gave him away.
"...Iya, that's harsh. My parents dumped me in an orphanage when I was three." Dark said sympathetically pulling into Daisuke's empty driveway. Dark sighed and turned the car off.
"You have the key right?" Daisuke's face paled. "…Iie?" Dark groaned and hit his head against the steering wheel. "Great. Back to where we started from."
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