Argentine unlimited

Author: YumiAngel

Pairings: Daisuke/Riku, Dark/Risa, perhaps a slight Satoshi/Daisuke.

Rating: T

Fandom: D N Angel

Main Characters: Daisuke, Argentine, Satoshi, Dark, Risa and Riku.

Summary: Daisuke's blood is running through his veins, exited to solve one of the mysteries that has occupied his mind for so long. He does not expect to run into his home classroom only to find that a certain something is holding his class hostage. Unable to do anything that may expose his secret, Daisuke enters a game of much-meaning looks and half-hidden comments that meaning something so all daily on the surface mean so much more underneath. And then there is the question that has burned Daisuke's mind since Dark first awakened in him. How stupid are his friends really? And for how much longer will they swallow up Daisuke's quilty lies?

Chapters: 6

Project scheduled to be finished in: 2006

Chapter 1: T

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The trick to get what you want stands in first watching the object of your desire from the distance. That was what Daisuke's mother, Emiko, always told him.

So Daisuke watched Satoshi from the distance, AKA stalked him. It wasn't easy of course, with Satoshi being as paranoid as he was, but Emiko also told Daisuke that it was okay to send other kinds of messages to confuse the object. For example when Satoshi looked at Daisuke, catching him staring, Daisuke would slightly blush and look to the side slightly embarrassed and then be a bit more jumpy in Satoshi's presence. And all bodily contact that happened between Daisuke and Satoshi, Daisuke made sure to blush of.

Satoshi would often raise an eyebrow or such, but Satoshi read exactly what Daisuke wanted to. Satoshi wasn't an idiot after all. To Satoshi, it seemed, Daisuke was covering badly a slight crush on his person. And though Satoshi saw this, he didn't really believe it and he was a bit more than suspicious. So he started probing at the limits. Satoshi started touching Daisuke a bit more often, like slightly accidentally and such though each move was calculated and they both knew it.

And this was how their whole class started to talk about their strange relationship, and some whom didn't know Daisuke even insisted they were gay. But that was okay according to Daisuke, as long as Satoshi was occupied by his suspicions about Daisuke's said crush, he wouldn't pay attention to what Daisuke was really paying attention to.

Ever since Daisuke had first seen it, it had intrigued Daisuke's interest: the seemingly innocent black flat object on Satoshi's palm, over which his slender fingers would move in a skilful dance of beauty and purpose. Daisuke knew it was a handheld computer, and once, Daisuke had seen the silver text 'Palm' flash on the upper side of it. It was no model that existed in reality so Daisuke supposed it was some model that hadn't even been released yet, though how Satoshi got his hands on something like that was unbelievable.

But Daisuke was interested in what Satoshi was doing on the handheld, and how the black shiny thing came to Satoshi's possession was of no interest to Daisuke. Because Satoshi was always fingering the handheld so gently that it was almost perverted, and Daisuke was intrigued dammit! He always got what he wanted, and while Daisuke wasn't a snotty brat that always got everything he wanted on a silver plate, he had always had ways to figure out what was held from him.

For example when they had been small, Saehara and Daisuke, Saehara had held a diary –which he later insisted was a journal- and scribbled secrets in it. With the thieving skills Daisuke had been trained in, it had been more than easy to steal the diary and read it. This fit several other occasions of course, but with the years Daisuke had learned to evaluate better what sort of things were in his right to know, and what sort of things insulted peoples privacy.

And Daisuke had to know what Satoshi was always doing on his handheld.

But Satoshi was sneaky, being a paranoid Hikari and all that. He always just seemed to sense when Daisuke tried to take a peek of the handheld over his shoulder, and really, Daisuke was damn surprised he hadn't figured out what Daisuke was trying to do ages ago.

And then, this morning, Daisuke had woken up and made a decision: today he would find out what had the last Hikari so occupied all the time. On the morning he opted to wear his black 'sneaking' boots instead of his usual loud sneakers. He chose a pair of red school pants that hugged his snug hips and ass perfectly though staying looser by his legs. He also took a black wife beater top to put under his white shirt instead of the usual red one. It was tight and clung to his torso perfectly. The redhead also left the top buttons of his white school shirt unbuttoned, so that his slender throat and collarbones would be visible, even creating the illusion that if somebody was to look down his shirt, they would see so much more of his creamy skin.

Daisuke prepared carefully in the morning, as if preparing for war. He spiked his hair so that instead of just sticking randomly everywhere the strands of red hair pointed more downwards, framing his face beautifully and creating a secretive curtain for his amethyst eyes. Just the slightest bit of black kohl around his eyes, and a thin sheen of lip-gloss onto his lips and he was ready to go. He would look just as he always did, but this time there would be that something new that nobody could put their fingers on.

Of course Satoshi would immediately catalogue the lip-gloss and the tighter pants, but Daisuke was hoping he would be too busy thinking just why Daisuke had such things on, that he wouldn't ask the redhead about them.

Daisuke rushed down the stairs and towards the outer door. He was supposed to be in school just before the bell rang instead of being a half-an-hour early as he used to, but he still wasn't supposed to be late from the actual lesson.

"Dai-Chan?" His mother questioned him by the door, giving him his lunch bento and school bag while looking questioning at his change of clothes, especially when Emiko knew that Daisuke in fact preferred to hide behind loose clothes that covered his well developed muscles. They were a bit too well developed for a fourteen year old, and Daisuke really didn't like separating from the crowd like that.

"I'm going to seduce Hiwatari-kun!" Daisuke curtly answered before taking his bag and running out of the door and out of the gate, leaving his mother blinking after her.

"Oh, that was unexpected."

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/You've been unnaturally silent about this whole thing,/ Daisuke said to Dark. Inside Daisuke's head, the phantom thief shrugged.

//So? Maybe I tease you a little when something extremely juicy pops up

/Little? You tease me about everything! Even about the colour of the shampoo I use! You always have a snarky comment ready, and I really, I wouldn't be supriced to hear that over the four hundred years of your existence you've been building up some huge list with witty comebacks!/

//Hey! I'm not that bad! And excuse me, but "extremely refreshing Glube Inc. revitalizing shampoo - now with strawberry fragrance" doesn't strike me very manly! And how am I not supposed to comment when your eyes stray on To-chan's ass? It'd be criminal not to use up an opportunity to make you blush!//

/Oh, please, you've made my whole family and my friends believe I'm some kind of freak what with me blushing all the time and all.../

//Then stop blushing! Seriously, Dai, you're just too innocent sometimes... Besides, the only list I've ever bothered to keep track of was my shit list, and Krad's the only one on that, so it's not really that hard to remember.//

Daisuke sighed. With Dark it was always Krad this and Krad that...

//Hey! I heard that! And I do not always think about Krad!//

/Ha! Tell that to the person next to me who doesn't share a mind with you! Seriously, sometimes your dreams creep me out./

Daisuke could actually feel the phantom thief blush.

//Hey! those are personal! Besides, it's healthy for a boy of my age to have dreams like that. It only shows a healthy liking to reproducing and passing the family heritage along!//

/You're 400 years old so that "teenage" excuse doesn't really work for you anymore. Besides, what does doing that with Krad have anything to do with reproducing? Last time I checked you were both guys./

//Oh, you're so simple minded!//

/Am not!/

//Blowjob!// Dark yelled inside their shared mind, and as if on que, Daisuke blushed brightly, making the people on the trailer look at him strangely. //See! You totally blush way too easy!// Daisuke grumbled to himself while keeping his eyes locked onto the horizon.

Can't argue with the voice in your head, Daisuke...

//Oh, fine, don't look so hurt, You know I can't resist the puppy-eyes... The reason why I haven't really commented on you making yourself sexy for poor Hikari kid is that...// Daisuke stepped out of the traler, making sure to not to run into anybody though still listening to the purple-haired spirit inside himself. //...I've been a bit curious about that too.//

/Really?/ Daisuke asked surprised.

//Well, yeah! How could I not be! First I was sure he was just taking some notes about your suspicious behaviour, but then I noticed that he was still doing something on that blasted black shiny thing after he knew you were me... Share body/mind/soul with me... Are in sympiosis with me, whatever, gods only know even I get confused with refining what we really are, what with me being you yet being a separate entity...// Dark sighed, and Daisuke agreed with him, going as far as to sigh in his bodily form.

Yes, defining what he and Dark were exactly had always been hard.

//Oh, look, we're here.//

/Huh...I really have to stop to talking to you. I get sidetracked. No wonder Saehara thinks I'm mentally retarded what with me being always "lost in thought" with you./

//Or you could really be mentally retarded?// Dark suggested. Pushing the door to his home classroom, Daisuke sighed.

/Why do you always have to be so troublesome? And just so you know, I'm totally withdrawing that comment on you making a list of whitty comebacks for four hundred years. No way you could answer with something that unintelligent if you had.../ Daisuke whined while silently slipping into his seat, his thoughts once again more on the phantom thief inside his head than on his surroundings.

Which is why he completely missed the frozen and unnaturally silent forms of his friends sitting neatly on their desks, their gazes locked on either the tanned slim form slouching on the teachers desk or on the dreamy looking Daisuke.

"Ah, how good of you to join us, Niwa Daisuke-kun," The voice from the front of the classroom remarked. Daisuke raised his head abruptly, taking notice of the blonde hair and tanned skin, along with the slitted pupils looking back at him. The figure was holding onto their rolllist and marked something with a red pen. Daisuke's eyes widened once he cought the magical signature.

//This is a powerful artefact.// Dark dully noted.

Everyone on the class turned to look at Daisuke, and the redhead noticed that Saehara seemed unsettled, as if forcing himself to stay still when all he wanted to do was to break something, Satoshi was trying to send him some sort of message with his eyes, and some of the girls had actually teartracks running down their cheeks.

This was when Daisuke noticed the bloody form of his teacher in front of the classroom, neck obviously broken, eyes open and mouth parted in a grotesque expression of surprise.

"I don't believe we've yet had the pleasure to meet. I am Argentine."

"And as you may have noticed, nobody leaves the classroom unless I give them permission to. After all no better way to get my answer than holding some hostages to make your tongue loose, isn't that right..." And then the slitted pupils seemed to seep of rage and turn feral. The intense gaze jumped to Satoshi and back to Daisuke again. "...black wings?"

//There goes your brilliant plan to seduce the Hikari kid...// Dark commented.

Daisuke swallowed.

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A/N: Okay, all up to you if I continue on this, though just so you know, I have a plot for six chapters, but I don't really see the idea in writing this idea of mine down if nobody likes it, so review!

--dark