D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ A Forbidden Partnership ❯ The Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel or any of the characters that follow…except George ^_^

 

A Forbidden Partnership

 

<<Satoshi>>

 

Rain was falling again. The gentle splatters of falling droplets created a welcoming atmosphere to the normally forbidding night street. Satoshi Hiwatari, an impeccably dressed handsome man of twenty-one, stared intently out of the tinted windows of his black limousine.

 

Today had been another day of endless meetings and incompetent managers. He only demanded a 10% increase in sales from last year, no more no less. How hard is that?! Satoshi rubbed his temples, thinking back to the conversations with managers whose services the company no longer needed. Great, tomorrow he'd have to find more managers. As he mentally burned a hole into the window, the car suddenly slammed to a stop and he lurched forward.

 

“George! What happened?”

“I'm so sorry Hiwatari-sama, but er…someone seems to be blocking the road.”

 

Satoshi looked out the window and saw a tangle of tattered clothes and a mop of red hair. For a second, the normally stoic demeanor of the CEO melted. Nobody should be out in this weather, he thought.

 

“Why don't you bring him inside George.”

“Certainly sir.”

 

George quickly went outside and carried the boy in to the back of the limo, tried to arrange him so that as little of the leather interior got wet as possible, and went back to the driver's seat. Neither the two original inhabitants nor the still unconscious newcomer made a sound, and the rest of the trip was finished in silence.

 

 

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“You get that end and I'll get this end. Okay, on the count of three, one…two…three…lift! Ok, right here's fine.”

 

*thunk*

 

With an “oomph!” Satoshi and George dropped the boy into the penthouse living room.

 

“That'll be all.”

“Goodnight sir.”

 

Finally, Satoshi took a good look at the boy for the first time. Upon closer inspection, Satoshi realized that he was not so much a boy as someone around his age, around 19 or 20. Not only that, he seemed well-built and probably tall enough to look Satoshi eye-to-eye. Curious, Satoshi leaned in to brush his hair to the side in order to get a good look at his eyes. The moment he touched his forehead, however, he realized that the guy had a dangerously high fever. Without another thought, he quickly picked him up, carried him to the bathroom, and ran a hot bath for him. When his shakes and nudges went unheeded by the redhead, he realized that he would have to bathe him himself. Sighing, he rolled up his sleeves, gently peeled the freezing scarps of clothing off of the redhead's body, and lifted him into the marble tub.

 

Although he tried to keep his mind detached, his eyes couldn't help but wander across the redhead's porcelain skin, his lean build, and his taut stomach. Satoshi found himself taking care to…er…*thoroughly* wash the readhead. Yes, that's why the bath took half an hour. Afterwards, he donned the boy in dark blue silk pajamas and carefully carried him to his huge bed and covered him. Satoshi had a sudden urge to sleep beside the boy and protect him, but he willed himself to go out, scared by his sudden protectiveness.

 

Then, Satoshi meticulously went through his own nighttime routine, and settled in on the couch. His last thought before oblivion was “hm, that redhead should wear royal blue more often.'

 

 

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<<Daisuke>>

 

The morning birds have just started their greetings when Daisuke woke up. Rubbing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes, he realized with a start that he was not home. When he remembered what had happened last night, a cold shiver raced up his spine. No, Daisuke thought, *he* cannot possibly know where I am. Hell, I don't even know where I am. Daisuke decided to tackle the second problem first, and quietly walked out of the room. He was surprised by the simple elegance of the suite.

 

The overall color theme was silver blue. The drapes were like liquid silver, billowing in the wind. The sketches on the wall were definitely done by masters. The furniture was sparse, but the little that was there could easily let him live comfortably for a year, especially the leather sofa, where an angel lay sleeping. In the kitchen…WAIT…Daisuke's mind came to a halt as his brain registered his last thought.

 

Angel?!?!

 

There on the couch the most beautiful man Daisuke has ever seen lay gracefully on the sofa. The sunlight hit his hair at a perfect angel, and every strand was blue-white fire. His face was grim, but that only added to the cold beauty of his defined features. Idly, Daisuke thought about how good those lips must taste…NO, that's not what he should be thinking about right now.

 

To distract himself, he went on with the inspection, but what he saw hardly helped: the angel's body was long, even more so than his, and even though it was hard to tell through the robe, Daisuke was sure there was plenty of muscle below his shirt. Unconsciously, he moved toward the man and leaned down till their noses were almost touching. This close, Daisuke could smell a faint cologne. It was a minty scent, with a hint of vanilla and spices.

 

`Hmm….yum…er…interesting…'

 

When he looked back toward the angel's face, he froze. A pair of cold blue eyes were staring at him.

 

 

 

A/N: Thanks for reading! This is my first ever fanfic, so please go easy on me! ^_^ I know it's short, but I just wanted to try the whole uploading thing and see how it works. Remember to leave a review, thanks!!!