D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Place where I belong ❯ Realization ( Chapter 2 )
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By: kawaiikatchan 
Anime/Manga: D. N. Angel Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.10.2008 | Updated On: 06.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 907 | Visits: 418 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: D. N. Angel Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 06.10.2008 | Updated On: 06.10.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 907 | Visits: 418 | Status: Work In Progress
Notes: First off I'd like to thank anyone for taking the time to read this story. I really appreciate it. Secondly, I suppose I would like to consider this as a filler chapter when I had first made this fic just to help me get the hang of writing. But in any case, I'm not going to take up any more of your time by typing meaningless rants. Onward with the story ^_^.
Translations
'Jii-chan (Ojii-chan)- Grandpa
Oto-san- Father
Daijoubu desu-ka?- Are you alright?
Oyasumi- Good night
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Two mistakes this time...Daisuke let out a huge sigh...He was only 45 seconds late. It's not like he didn't try as best as he could to make it home on time...His consequences for being late just seemed somehow more severe than what you would expect if someone else were to return home late. His mother was...different or a better way of putting it, his mother was *unique when it came to punishments...Normal teenagers would probably have gotten off with a warning telling them not to be late next time. However in his case, there were days where he'd experience life or death situations just to reach the kitchen...
Running through the door at full speed he was immediately greeted by an unexpected banana peel, which he normally would have noticed right away, but today was apparently not his lucky day. Slipping on the banana peel he tried grabbing the closest thing within his reach to recover his balance. *Click* In a typical household, no-one would have bothered to care where the click came from but then...Daisuke's house was never a "typical household" and the *click* was never a good thing. It was then that he realized what he had grabbed onto, a rope...pausing momentarily he considered the consequences of grabbing it...
"Hmm...a rope...that means...," suddenly his eyes widened in fear,"ARROWS!!" No sooner had he finished his sentence when arrows came shooting out from both his left and his right. Dodging them wasn't considerably difficult but it wasn't considerably easy either. "Ahh what's wrong with me today!?" he cried out in frustration. Daisuke was in no mood to play games so he tried getting through the rest of the obstacles as fast as he could. Upon reaching the kitchen door, he had assumed he had gotten through all the obstacles for the evening only to discover a frying pan flying at his face.
Had he not let his guard down he would NOT have been sitting at the table holding an icepack to his poor swollen nose and his grandpa would especially NOT have been dying of laughter at the stupid mistakes he made tonight.
"'Jii-chan please, id idn't dat funny."
"Ooh but Daisuke you should have seen your face when that pan came down and hit you." Trying to give a sympathetic look to his beloved grandson, he couldn't hold down his amusement any longer before breaking out again in tears of laughter.
"Now oto-san, he tried his best," said Emiko, walking over to Daisuke with another ice pack. Taking the melted pack from her son she smiled and gently put her hand on his forehead. "Dai-chan, daijoubu desu-ka? You did seem to make more mistakes than you usually do."
"I'm fine," Daisuke mumbled quietly, remembering his encounter with the mysterious dark haired stranger. For some reason the thought of Dark seemed to bring a light blush to his face. "I'm fine," he repeated louder this time. Getting up, he set the ice pack on the table and walked towards the stairs to his room. "I think i'm going to take a shower and go to bed early tonight. Practice tomorrow morning. Oyasumi." he said before quickly running up the stairs to avoid embarrassing himself any more than he already did tonight.
"Oyasumi," his mother whispered,"I wonder if Dai-chan is really alright." she said with a slight bit of concern.
"He's fine, i'm sure it's just his hormones acting up, Daisuke is a teenager now." He took another sip of his tea and continued to read the newspaper.
"Perhaps you're right oto-san," She smiled and stood there for a few more seconds to gaze at where her Dai-chan had stood just a couple of minutes ago.
(Meanwhile in Daisuke's room)
He plopped down on his bed glad that today was finally over. He hoped that tomorrow would be less chaotic. A little more time passed before he found his mind wandering back to the stranger. For the life of him, Daisuke had no idea why he would always blush when he came to mind It frustrated him to no end. Calming down, he rolled over to his left and slowly drifted off to sleep. "I wonder if I'll see him again? Dark...Mousy...."
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Afterthoughts: Just for the record...I just let this one flow. To all those that took the time to read this thank you and I'm sorry I didn't put Dark in. I promise that the next chapter will begin the umm...hmm...."seduction" of Daisuke. Any comments or complaints, i'll be glad to fix any mistakes. Thanks again.
Translations
'Jii-chan (Ojii-chan)- Grandpa
Oto-san- Father
Daijoubu desu-ka?- Are you alright?
Oyasumi- Good night
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Two mistakes this time...Daisuke let out a huge sigh...He was only 45 seconds late. It's not like he didn't try as best as he could to make it home on time...His consequences for being late just seemed somehow more severe than what you would expect if someone else were to return home late. His mother was...different or a better way of putting it, his mother was *unique when it came to punishments...Normal teenagers would probably have gotten off with a warning telling them not to be late next time. However in his case, there were days where he'd experience life or death situations just to reach the kitchen...
Running through the door at full speed he was immediately greeted by an unexpected banana peel, which he normally would have noticed right away, but today was apparently not his lucky day. Slipping on the banana peel he tried grabbing the closest thing within his reach to recover his balance. *Click* In a typical household, no-one would have bothered to care where the click came from but then...Daisuke's house was never a "typical household" and the *click* was never a good thing. It was then that he realized what he had grabbed onto, a rope...pausing momentarily he considered the consequences of grabbing it...
"Hmm...a rope...that means...," suddenly his eyes widened in fear,"ARROWS!!" No sooner had he finished his sentence when arrows came shooting out from both his left and his right. Dodging them wasn't considerably difficult but it wasn't considerably easy either. "Ahh what's wrong with me today!?" he cried out in frustration. Daisuke was in no mood to play games so he tried getting through the rest of the obstacles as fast as he could. Upon reaching the kitchen door, he had assumed he had gotten through all the obstacles for the evening only to discover a frying pan flying at his face.
Had he not let his guard down he would NOT have been sitting at the table holding an icepack to his poor swollen nose and his grandpa would especially NOT have been dying of laughter at the stupid mistakes he made tonight.
"'Jii-chan please, id idn't dat funny."
"Ooh but Daisuke you should have seen your face when that pan came down and hit you." Trying to give a sympathetic look to his beloved grandson, he couldn't hold down his amusement any longer before breaking out again in tears of laughter.
"Now oto-san, he tried his best," said Emiko, walking over to Daisuke with another ice pack. Taking the melted pack from her son she smiled and gently put her hand on his forehead. "Dai-chan, daijoubu desu-ka? You did seem to make more mistakes than you usually do."
"I'm fine," Daisuke mumbled quietly, remembering his encounter with the mysterious dark haired stranger. For some reason the thought of Dark seemed to bring a light blush to his face. "I'm fine," he repeated louder this time. Getting up, he set the ice pack on the table and walked towards the stairs to his room. "I think i'm going to take a shower and go to bed early tonight. Practice tomorrow morning. Oyasumi." he said before quickly running up the stairs to avoid embarrassing himself any more than he already did tonight.
"Oyasumi," his mother whispered,"I wonder if Dai-chan is really alright." she said with a slight bit of concern.
"He's fine, i'm sure it's just his hormones acting up, Daisuke is a teenager now." He took another sip of his tea and continued to read the newspaper.
"Perhaps you're right oto-san," She smiled and stood there for a few more seconds to gaze at where her Dai-chan had stood just a couple of minutes ago.
(Meanwhile in Daisuke's room)
He plopped down on his bed glad that today was finally over. He hoped that tomorrow would be less chaotic. A little more time passed before he found his mind wandering back to the stranger. For the life of him, Daisuke had no idea why he would always blush when he came to mind It frustrated him to no end. Calming down, he rolled over to his left and slowly drifted off to sleep. "I wonder if I'll see him again? Dark...Mousy...."
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Afterthoughts: Just for the record...I just let this one flow. To all those that took the time to read this thank you and I'm sorry I didn't put Dark in. I promise that the next chapter will begin the umm...hmm...."seduction" of Daisuke. Any comments or complaints, i'll be glad to fix any mistakes. Thanks again.