When the Little Things Matter; DNAngel (Satoshi/Daisuke #5)
Title: When The Little Things Matter
Artist:
civetta_x
Pairing: Daisuke/Satoshi
Fandom: DNAngel
Theme: #5: Ano Sa - Hey, You Know..
Disclaimer: Bleh. The usual.
It was an exceptionally dreary day, one that Satoshi usually did not enjoy, except Niwa was currently standing at his door, completely soaked in rainwater. His teeth were chattering almost ready to crack, and his whole body was incessantly shaking as he tried to form words.
"H-Hiwa...tari-kun...M-May I..." Before the child could get another word out, Satoshi calmly pulled him inside the apartment, vanishing around a corner to fetch several towels as Daisuke stood on his entrance mat, creating a puddle beneath his feet. When he came back, also caring fresh clothes, Daisuke smiled widely, his teeth still jolting up and down every now and then.
"What were you doing out in the rain anyway, Niwa?" He handed over everything and watched with curiousity as Daisuke started to massage the towel across his hair in attempt to dry it, then went to patting down his skin. Avoiding the question he asked, "May I use your bathroom, Hiwatari-kun?" After instructed where to go, Niwa disappeared for a few moments while Satoshi boiled some water, rummaging through his cupboards to try and find packets of some kind of beverage to warm Niwa up. The only thing he could find was a packet and a half of hot chocolate from a few months ago-the same that Daisuke had given him on Christmas Eve.
"Hiwatari-kun! Why don't you celebrate Christmas?" the redhead asked, pout evident on his lips, his eyes going incredibly soft. Satoshi glanced away, also taking in his apartment surroundings. "If you won't let me put up a tree, can we at least have hot cocoa?"
After raising his eyebrows just slightly, Satoshi had shrugged his shoulders and agreed. Daisuke had left a few packets for him to enjoy over the holiday break.
He snapped from his thoughts, shaking his head lightly, swinging around to open another cabinet and take out two mugs-both white and slightly dusty. Once Daisuke had finished changing and drying off, Satoshi had already set the two (clean) steamings mugs onto the small kitchen table, and was staring out the window when the redhead entered. '
Hnn, he looks creepy and angsty...as usual,' commented Dark as his host sat down, pulling one of the cups over and wrapping his fingers around it. It felt nice, and warm, and the inticing smell within made his nose and head feel more clear.
"...Satoshi-kun?" Daisuke tested, and watched the boy's muscles tense for a moment before he turned away from the window. Outside, the rain struck down harder, the gray clouds in the sky swirling menacingly as the wind picked up and struck against trees.
"Thank you; for the clothes, and the hot chocolate, and..." He stopped himself, watching Satoshi calmly seat himself across from him, pulling his own mug over and staring into it. There was a long silence between the two before Daisuke cleared his throat, sniffled, and spoke again, "Hey, you know..."
This time Satoshi glanced up slightly, taking a long sip from his cup, yet he nearly dropped it when he heard Daisuke continue in a soft voice, murmuring, "You have sad eyes...When it rains. No...All the time." He looked back down at his own drink, watching the shades of brown mix and swirl, the steam rising up to tickle his nose before simply vanishing in the air. "Very...sad eyes," he finished, looking down at the table so that the moist strands of crimson blocked the viw of his eyes.
"Ni-Niwa-kun..." Each looked up just as a bolt of lightening illuminated the skies, causing Daisuke to shriek and jump in his chair. He glanced out the window, still a bit shaky, to see cracks of light stretching across the sky like broken ice.
"Niwa, you never answered my question," Satoshi stated, setting his mug back into the sink, all traces of consideration gone. Daisuke followed him, mimicking his moved before both of them were seated on a sofa in the living room.
Daisuke tensed at the sound of thunder now, groaning and cracking-cracking the sky like ice. "Well, I was at home...but Kosuke went off again for some business, and Emiko went to scope out the most recent Hikari piece-" a stiffled laugh, "-and Grandpa said he had a friend to visit. So I was all alone-" 'I was there with you!' "-well, except Dark, and I-"
The thunder crackled again, booming its way across Azumano, and Daisuke praised any god there was that the lights didn't go out.
"You're scared of storms," Satoshi finished for him, casually shifting on the sofa. Daisuke nodded in agreement, suddenly sneezing. "Now you've caught yourself a cold."
"No, no I'm fine! Really!" he waved his hands frantically, yet his cheeks were slightly flushed from the fever coming on.
Satoshi shook his head and stood to get the phone, bringing it back to Daisuke. "Here...Call and leave a message-you can stay here until the storm subsides." He went back to find some medicine in his kitchen (a few aspirin, several teaspoons of some red liquid, and an ice packet) as Daisuke left the message, and hung the phone back up. Satoshi was reading the label on a bottle as he entered, shifting in the clothes (Satoshi's clothes) that were a bit to big for him.
"Are you sure? I...don't want to get in your way or anything, and..." The muscles in his arms tensed, his face becoming scarlet for another reason, as Satoshi walked over, grasping Daisuke's shoulders very carefully. "You know, Niwa...You have very kind eyes...Even when there is a storm." Sadly, though, before Niwa could respond a sudden feeling overcame him, and his throat was tingling, and his body was warm-and he fainted-right on Satoshi, who could only blink and then restrain himself from laughing, muttering, "Must be the fever..."
Several Days Later...
"Ne, Hiwatari-kun, you've been sick for days!" Niwa whined, crossing his arms and looked down at a very very flustered and disheveled Satoshi; who had fluffed hair, and wrinkled clothes, and was currently surrounded by tissues and blankets on his apartment couch.
"It was your cold, Niwa," he wheezed, coughing into a napkin. "I thought thieves never gave anything, aren't you supposed to steal?" Again, he coughed into the cloth and settled down miserably.
"Then I'll just have to steal it away!" Niwa huffed, putting his fists on his hips, the bag of medicine and soup swinging over his thigh. As Daisuke started to boil water for some soup, Satoshi called him from the living room, only to have the redhead bolt to his side.
Satoshi shifted slightly, looking around in an attempt to avoid his thought before muttering, "What did you mean before, Niwa-kun? I have...sad-"
"Eyes," Daisuke finished, then pulled back up and walked back to the kitchen as he spoke, "They're like ice, Hiwatari-kun," he he was speaking so very softly, and his voice was so sad, but, "Like ice," he repeated, stirring the mixture in the boiling water, "But I'll make sure they melt...One day."
Satoshi could only smile crookedly, settle back into the blankets, and whisper, "That day is far away, Niwa Daisuke." He closed his eyes, sighing against the sheets. "But hopefully, not to far..."