D. N. Angel Fan Fiction ❯ Snippets ❯ Biology101 ( Chapter 7 )

Biology 101:

 

Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel.

 

Warnings: AU, lame jokes, OOC, fluff…you know the drill.

 

A/N: I just figured I'd make up for all the angst I've been putting out lately. This one…really is a drabble, and so clichéd it's not funny. Thanks for the support and please enjoy!

 

Riku cycled over to the Niwas' house. She was expecting to do a Biology project with Daisuke along with Dark Mousy. The athletic girl smiled slightly at the mere thought of seeing the cheery redhead, as he was one of her closest friends. They had known each other since kindergarten, when she'd shared her bucket and shovel with him in the sandpit. Now they were in groups, working on an ongoing project that Takeda-sensei had set them.

 

She quickly chained the bike to the garden fence and walked up to the door with brisk, firm steps, folder in hand. A hand reached up to press the bell, but as though someone had been observing her from outside the window, the door swung open to reveal Towa-chan, the Niwas' housekeeper. Her grey eyes sparkled with pleasure at seeing Riku and she beamed. “Good day, Harada-san!” she chirped. “The two boys are upstairs already!” Then she giggled and winked. “Be careful now-I hear you're working on Biology!” Riku flushed and waved her hands, trying to explain that nothing inappropriate was going to happen. The housekeeper merely giggled and waved her off.

 

Riku mounted the stairs to Daisuke's room. To her surprise, it was firmly closed and she stopped, unsure of what to do. Usually his door was open; she remembered that much from the few times she had actually been here. Besides, it was rude to enter without knocking at first, so she lifted up a hand and gently tapped the door. To her surprise, Daisuke didn't answer it immediately. She had been half-expecting the door to fly open and the poor guy to come tumbling out, face red and stammering out apologies left, right and centre. Frowning lightly, she tried again, but there was still no answer. Riku knew that he wasn't hurt; Towa-chan would have told her otherwise. She knew he couldn't be sleeping; Dark was already here and locked into the room with Daisuke. Then she heard an audible gasp. Definitely Daisuke's voice, she thought.

 

“Ah! Dark, don't—“

 

“Aw, please Dai-chan…” It was Dark's voice, coaxing. Riku couldn't help but blush at how smooth it was, although she personally thought that the purple-haired teen was a pervert. But oh, what a handsome one.

 

“No Dark! You and Riku can look at it together. Besides, it'll be easier and it's so much trouble to get it out now anyway.” Riku blinked and could only assume that they were talking about Daisuke's part of the project.

 

“Come on,” Dark pleaded. Riku could just see the look on his face; eyes wide and begging, voice low and smooth with a hint of desperation. “Please? For me?” She stifled a laugh. She didn't know why she didn't just walk in and give Dark what he wanted, but the answer soon came; she didn't want any awkwardness. The pair was conversing freely and Riku couldn't help but be a bit jealous of Dark. Why couldn't Daisuke be more relaxed around her?

 

“No!”

 

Dark continued. “I'll let you see mine if you want-here.”

 

There was a gasp as he took it out. Riku blinked. What the…? Her mind was coming up with some decidedly odd theories, but she pushed them away. “Wow Dark!” Daisuke's voice held awe. “It's so big!”

 

“Isn't it just?” Dark's voice was smug. “I spent so much time working on it!”

 

“Huh?” The redhead's response was baffled. “How do you work on it? It's not one of those things you can just keep watering and it'll grow, you know?”

 

Dark's voice lowered to a whisper (man that's a thin door) and if Riku hadn't known any better, she'd have described it as being seductive. It couldn't be, though; everyone knew he liked her twin. “Like…this, Dai-chan.” There was a pause, during which Riku could only assume was him demonstrating. Then the redhead's voice sounded clearly through the door.

 

“Ooohh, I see.” There was a pause. “It feels really solid and smooth, Dark. But are you sure this will make it grow?” There was doubt in his voice.

 

Now Riku was wondering. Part of her wanted to smash the door down and demand what was going on, but the darker part of her wanted to see how this scene would play out. Sheesh, she thought as she pressed her ear closer to the door and thanked the gods that no one was coming up. I'm just as bad as Risa. Next thing you know, I'll be squealing, `Dark-san' at the top of my lungs.

 

“Of course, Dai-chan. Doesn't yours?”

 

“What?” Daisuke spluttered. “How would I know? I've never done it before!”

 

A smirk. “Here, let me…”

 

“Wait, don't!” The sound of footsteps.

 

“Ooh, Dai-chan, what have we here? Let me just…”

 

“Don't you d-dare!” Daisuke's voice rose into a squeak. “Please, Dark, don't! The way you're holding it…”

 

Riku could just see the distraught expression upon Daisuke's face and the sly smile upon Dark's visage. “Hmm…” Dark's voice was thoughtful. “It feels quite like mine, wouldn't you say? Quite firm as well…”

 

Daisuke was really distraught now and it showed in the trembling of his voice. “Dark, let go of it before something bad happens!”

 

The purple-haired teen's voice was confident and assured. “Don't worry, there's only one thing that happens to these things and it isn't going to be detrimental to our project. You touched mine and nothing bad happened, did it?” A small squeak and an incoherent mumble were all that Riku caught.

 

The athletic girl finally gave up and knocked loudly on the door, closing to smacking it with her open palm. “Hello, Daisuke,” she called, “Are you in there?” A gasp, and then the sound of hurried footsteps. The door swung open and missed her face by just two centimeters. The redhead appeared at the door, face flushed, stammering out apologies for his delay, for almost hitting her in the face, for making her wait…and so on. Riku smiled at him, brown eyes sparkling. “Let's get started, shall we?” She marched into the room, Daisuke meekly following behind.

 

Dark was lounging in the spare chair in the bedroom, one leg carelessly draped over the arm of the chair. He spared her a lazy glance and that slow, seductive smile curved his lips. “Well, hel-lo there, Harada-san.” His hands were resting in his lap, curved gently around the earthenware pot that held a flourishing cactus. “How are you today?”

 

Riku sniffed. “I'm fine. And Risa's fine too, so you needn't ask.”

 

The purple-haired teen dramatically sighed and shifted the pot to free one of his hands, which fluttered loosely before resting on his heart. “My heart bleeds at your cold dismissal,” he joked before sitting up and winking at her. Riku blushed, then cursed herself for her weakness.

 

“Uh, let's just start then, Riku, did you bring yours?” Riku nodded and picked up the little plastic bag that contained her cactus. Daisuke grabbed his record sheet, a pencil and a ruler. “Now let's see how long it is…”

 

Two hours later:

 

“Bye guys!” Riku waved cheerily at the pair before unlocking the padlock and beginning the ride home.

 

“Bye, Harada-san!” Both boys answered. As soon as the girl was out of earshot, Dark leaned down to peck Daisuke's cheek.

 

“Wasn't that a fun session, Dai-chan?”

 

Daisuke blushed at the memory of their conversation. “I only hope Harada-san didn't hear anything,” he sighed before succumbing to his boyfriend's advances.

 

Et voila! Another weird fanfic. Just for the record, cacti /can/ be smooth and firm. Think about aloe vera. Now…what were /you/ thinking, hm? Well, I guess the `watering' comment kinda gave it all away. Oh well. Please review and thanks for reading! Review!