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Title: Red to White
Author: Tess
Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel.
Rating: PG
Words: 344
Pairing: Satoshi/Daisuke
Summary: Satoshi muses on candy canes.
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Satoshi’s life had always been divided very neatly down the middle. There was before Krad and after Krad. There was before Niwa and after Niwa. All neatly divided.
And, as Satoshi stared at the candy cane Daisuke just given him, there was Red and White.
Red, for Daisuke. A color full of life and more importantly, warmth. That was the thing that had attracted Satoshi to Daisuke so much. Not his innocence, although that was endearing, or his willingness to be Satoshi’s friend through everything. It was the warmth Satoshi felt when he was around Daisuke, the warmth present on Daisuke’s face that went straight to Satoshi’s heart.
But, Satoshi mused, Red was a delicate color as well. Red symbolized courage… and sacrifice. It took only a few moments of licking a candy cane before the Red was gone. And once the warm Red was gone…
All that remains is White. White wings that promised nothing, gave nothing, and took everything. White symbolized purity, purity that was achieved by being separated by everything.
“Satoshi?” Satoshi looked up at Daisuke. The boy was frowning, looking at Satoshi in concern. “Is it alright? I should have known, you don’t really like sweets…” Daisuke bit his lip, his shoulders slumping slightly. Satoshi felt a smile flicker across his face. Daisuke always wore his emotions on his sleeve.
“No, Daisuke,” Satoshi corrected, “I do like it. Thank you.” It was the truth, too. Satoshi really could care less about what he had been given. It was the fact that Daisuke had picked it out that mattered.
Satoshi laid a kiss on Daisuke’s forehead. Daisuke blushed.
“O-oh, that’s good.” He looked curiously at Satoshi. “What were you thinking about? You had a funny look on your face.”
Satoshi just shook his head, wrapping an arm around Daisuke’s shoulders. “It’s nothing, nothing at all.”
Normally, when you lick a candy cane, only the White is left. But then again, life is not a metaphor, and in Satoshi’s life, Red had covered up all the scars White had left behind.
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Author: Tess
Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel.
Rating: PG
Words: 344
Pairing: Satoshi/Daisuke
Summary: Satoshi muses on candy canes.
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Satoshi’s life had always been divided very neatly down the middle. There was before Krad and after Krad. There was before Niwa and after Niwa. All neatly divided.
And, as Satoshi stared at the candy cane Daisuke just given him, there was Red and White.
Red, for Daisuke. A color full of life and more importantly, warmth. That was the thing that had attracted Satoshi to Daisuke so much. Not his innocence, although that was endearing, or his willingness to be Satoshi’s friend through everything. It was the warmth Satoshi felt when he was around Daisuke, the warmth present on Daisuke’s face that went straight to Satoshi’s heart.
But, Satoshi mused, Red was a delicate color as well. Red symbolized courage… and sacrifice. It took only a few moments of licking a candy cane before the Red was gone. And once the warm Red was gone…
All that remains is White. White wings that promised nothing, gave nothing, and took everything. White symbolized purity, purity that was achieved by being separated by everything.
“Satoshi?” Satoshi looked up at Daisuke. The boy was frowning, looking at Satoshi in concern. “Is it alright? I should have known, you don’t really like sweets…” Daisuke bit his lip, his shoulders slumping slightly. Satoshi felt a smile flicker across his face. Daisuke always wore his emotions on his sleeve.
“No, Daisuke,” Satoshi corrected, “I do like it. Thank you.” It was the truth, too. Satoshi really could care less about what he had been given. It was the fact that Daisuke had picked it out that mattered.
Satoshi laid a kiss on Daisuke’s forehead. Daisuke blushed.
“O-oh, that’s good.” He looked curiously at Satoshi. “What were you thinking about? You had a funny look on your face.”
Satoshi just shook his head, wrapping an arm around Daisuke’s shoulders. “It’s nothing, nothing at all.”
Normally, when you lick a candy cane, only the White is left. But then again, life is not a metaphor, and in Satoshi’s life, Red had covered up all the scars White had left behind.
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