Temporary Reprieve (D.N.Angel, Satoshi/Daisuke, Challenge #10)
Title: Temporary Reprieve
Author: Zukirin
Pairing: Satoshi x Daisuke
Fandom: D.N.Angel
Theme: #10, #10
Disclaimer: I do not own D.N.Angel.
Warnings: PG. Yes, of course it’s shounen-ai. You kind of have to assume that whenever you put Satoshi and Daisuke in the same sentence with a little “x” between them.
Summary: Takeshi’s giving Daisuke the third degree and Satoshi decides to interrupt.
Posted to: 30 Kisses
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“On a scale from one to ten, how much satisfaction do you find in your present relationship?”
Daisuke did not remember ever agreeing to this unwarranted interrogation.
Nevertheless, here he was, sitting and fidgeting at his desk, being interviewed by one of his best friends. At least, he thought Takeshi was his friend. With all the gossip the dark-haired reporter had been spouting about him and his latest romances, the discomfited redhead could hardly trust him to keep his secrets. Besides that, Takeshi was practically giving him the third degree, as if he were convicted for murder. A rather brutal one, at that. He had been aggressively questioning him about his social life, including the romantic relationship currently in progress.
Daisuke felt horribly isolated and vulnerable as Takeshi continued his overwhelming barrage of questions, as if he were separated from the rest of the class by four Plexiglass walls.
If only he could get away…
Maybe he could hit Takeshi over the head with a backpack or something equally heavy. Takeshi’s camera could work quite nicely, he thought with a strange sense of glee.
Takeshi tapped his pencil impatiently on the blank paper of his notepad. Daisuke pondered a believable excuse to offer the teacher that would explain the future lump on Takeshi’s head. “Well? We’re not getting any younger here!”
Slamming back to reality, Daisuke made a pathetic attempt at a coherent response, his tongue stumbling over all the wrong words. “W-what? Huh? I’m not… I… what…?”
A vein began to pulse on Takeshi’s forehead. “I said, ‘On a scale from one to ten, how much satisfaction do you find in your present relationship?’” He gritted out the words between clenched teeth. Daisuke would give him an answer, damn it! The truth was screaming to be heard! And he, Takeshi Saehara, would expose that truth in all its glory, no matter what the cost!
Mad blushing inflamed Daisuke’s face. “I… I… No comment?” A hopeful voice accompanied a pair of ruby-colored orbs.
Takeshi gave him a death-glare to rival that of Daisuke’s mother.
Niwa Daisuke silently begged any all-powerful or semi-powerful entity in existence for a temporary reprieve from this horrific nightmare. He scrunched up his face, wishing hard for a miracle. Any type of miracle would do! Any at all!
“…”
It appeared that the omnipotent-slash-semi-omnipotent entity in question was on a bathroom break, or something of the sort. This must have been the only plausible reason, for Takeshi had not been struck by a sudden bolt of lightning by the time Daisuke opened his eyes again.
“Eep?”
The death-glare had been magnified to twice its usual potency. Daisuke was rendered completely speechless in its evil wake.
Takeshi grunted in harsh disapproval, “Dai-”
“EEP?!” Daisuke interrupted as a pair of arms suddenly draped themselves over his shoulders like spontaneous sunbeams of warmth.
“You aren’t disturbing my boyfriend, are you, Saehara?” A low voice inquired almost playfully.
“Nah, not at all.” There was not even the slightest trace of guilt on the young man’s face.
Satisfied, Satoshi straightened and ruffled Daisuke’s hair with a sort of affection he held for nothing else in existence.
A wicked gleam suddenly materialized in Takeshi’s eyes. “Oi, Satoshi! Wanna answer a few questions? Won’t take long at all… not at all…”
Daisuke was too busy leaning into his boyfriend’s caress to properly digest whatever it was that his foolish classmate had said.
Satoshi briefly considered the offer before giving him a slight nod. “Only one.”
“Mwahahahaha…” Takeshi began to cackle evilly and rub his hands together in sadistic anticipation.
Satoshi stopped petting Daisuke’s hair.
Daisuke heard the evil laughter.
“Mwahahahahaha!” Takeshi was evidently enjoying his bout of villain-patented guffawing.
After quickly deducing the occurrence that had cunningly slipped past his attention, Daisuke looked about ready to faint from utter dismay. Takeshi’s insidious schemes were renowned for their mind-warping exploitation of innocent bystanders for juicy (and usually very untrue) gossip.
“Don’t fall for it, Satoshi! He’s going to-mmph!”
Takeshi’s notepad somehow found itself buried within the cavern of Daisuke’s mouth.
“So… Satoshi…” he began casually. “What is the most explicit fantasy you’ve ever had about-”
BAM!
A bulging backpack came flying out of the blue and into the back of Takeshi’s skull. He fell to the ground with an earth-shaking crash.
Riku stood over the nearly unconscious reporter with her fists clenched and teeth grinding together. “Takeshi! Leave them alone! Go harass someone else, you pervert!”
“Please pass that blueberry-filled pastry, Daddy…” Takeshi sat up and giggled dazedly. “No, I did not wear your skirt today! I only save that for SPECIAL occasions!”
He collapsed backwards and immediately began snoring.
“Cripes.” Riku returned to the other side of the classroom, dragging along her slumbering classmate. “Risa, can’t you control your stupid boyfriend for two seconds?!”
The redhead and ocean-haired boy remained silent for a few moments. Satoshi was calmly taking notes on what had transpired, just in case there happened to be an inquiry sometime in the future. Daisuke still had the notepad jammed down his throat.
After carefully extracting the offending papers from his mouth, Daisuke was able to speak again. “Geh! I’m glad that’s over with. Takeshi’s so weird sometimes…”
Satoshi looked strangely thoughtful. He began gazing at the shorter boy with an oddly focused and alert look. Daisuke did not notice, as he was used to Satoshi’s constant staring.
“Daisuke…”
“Yeah?”
“On a scale from one to ten….”
Without warning, Satoshi swooped down upon Daisuke and kissed him deeply.
Daisuke’s muffled moan could barely be heard over the room’s jubilant cheers and catcalling.
Takeshi miraculously snapped awake and wasted no time taking photographs of the demonstrative couple. “Ohohohohohoho! Lip-Mashing Frenzy! Read more on page 5! Ohohoho! I can already picture it! Front page, here I come!”
Riku Harada, carefully taking into consideration the emotional needs of the romantic duo, quickly and efficiently shoo-ed the class out of the room and slid the door shut. She also knocked out Takeshi once more for good measure. After all, if she were in a situation like that... She blushed. She would definitely want some privacy, too.
When the couple finally separated, Daisuke’s clothes were rumpled, his hair tousled, and his lips a bruised red. Satoshi, however, remained pristine and abnormally kempt.
“…How was that?”
Daisuke responded slowly, for his thoughts were tripping over one another and it seemed that he could not, for the life of him, form an intelligent and coherent thought without taking twice as much time as he usually did.
“…If I say nine… will you try again?”
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I may revise this in the future. I personally think that several of the sentences are run-on and that the ending was rushed.
I hope you enjoyed it anyway.