So apparently Mr. Boxies don't have to be shipped until next Wednesday. Man, my room's a mess just trying to pick out everything I need. Guess I'll do some repacking to lighten Mr. Boxies up.

[Title] Thirty Sweets
[Challenge] 30_sweets
[Series] DNAngel
[Pairing] Satoshi/Daisuke
[Rating] PG
[Themes] 1, 2, 3, 4, 11, 12, 20, 21, 22, 24, 29
[Notes] Because I can only write DNAngel fic if it's a writing challenge ahaha. At least KH is slowly stopping with the brain-consuming on me. All drabbles centered around the idea "sweet."


Thirty Sweets
one more lick and then i’m finished

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I. can I have this?

“Hiwatari-kun,” Niwa asks, “can I have this?”

And his precious éclair is taken hostage right out his hands by a slippery thief before he can give permission or set dangerous traps in the five inches between them.

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II. jellybeans

Giving jellybeans to Daisuke is like giving peanut butter to a dog. Satoshi taps his chin, trying to look thoughtful but looking more smug than concerned.

“What was that, Niwa?” he asks between a slight smirk.

The boy’s sentence is composed of frantic arm movements, pointing, and a little sputtering in attempt to separate his jaws from the cemented gelatin between his molars, and Satoshi knows what he’s trying to say, but poking fun at Daisuke’s situation is too tempting, too humorous, and so very not a sweet thing for Satoshi to do.

“Did you say that you wanted another bag of jellybeans?” he says, and Daisuke’s eyes grow huge.

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III. are you done yet?

Everything that Daisuke touched immediately became an art form, no matter how insignificant or how trivial it was. It was clearly a mistake to bring him to the new ice cream parlor, where the customer could be as fussy as he wanted with sauces, nuts, sprinkles, and fruit. The three-scoop plateau quickly became the tallest mountain on the planet as Daisuke pressed sticky fingers against the clean glass and pointed to nearly every addition on display.

The worst part was that Satoshi was forced to sit across from him at the table and observe Daisuke’s careful destruction of his masterpiece. It began with sucking the cherries and whipped cream on top, to swirling the strawberry sauce and nuts around his finger and popping it into his mouth, to licking the spoon with a delicate tongue and reddened lips.

“Niwa,” Satoshi said irritably after twenty minutes of this sweet torture, “are you done yet?”

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IV. sweet tooth

Niwa Emiko stares at him as if he is the scum of the earth – not because of his origins, but rather his habits.

“You don’t like sweets?” she asks, and the kitchen utensils might as well have icicles growing off the ends just from her arctic glare. It’s bad enough that he’s violating the tile floor with his feet (and he really wishes that he hadn’t picked the socks with a hole in one toe because the woman is also frowning at that), but to ruin the sanctity of the kitchen puts the icing on the cake.

At least Daisuke is making an amusing scene, waving his arms and shaking his head behind his mother’s back to send silent messages of what not to say and where not to step. He’s acting as if Satoshi can actually understand him, and the only signal that Satoshi has been able to decipher in this mess is that if he takes a step back, he’ll fall into a snake pit thirty feet below.

“I never really developed a sweet tooth,” he answers, and judging from Daisuke’s hand smacking his forehead and Emiko’s face showing all sorts of wrinkles, he assumes that he is in deep trouble.

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XI. hey, can I have...

Niwa finds him during lunch, again, and Satoshi feels that almost all of his tricks and traps are no longer able to keep Niwa away.

“Hey, can I have some, Hiwatari-kun?” the boy asks over his shoulder, and Satoshi refuses to look behind him to see the hungry look in Niwa’s eyes.

Almost, of course. He smirks around a mouthful of caramel squares – not all of his tricks are obsolete.

“Only if you call me Satoshi,” he says, thinking he has the advantage here, but he does not foresee Niwa swooping in and stealing a square through a round, sugary kiss.

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XII. thanks

He feels lame about it, but he should have known that Daisuke would notice his intense and focused gaze on a simple spot on Daisuke’s face, and awkwardly question it.

It takes several minutes, possibly because Daisuke thinks Satoshi is just being weird again, but Satoshi definitely has the other’s attention when he slides the tip of a finger over Daisuke’s cheek and then pops it in his mouth like a cherry.

Daisuke gives him a look between horror and hunger, and Satoshi responds with a casual shrug.

“You had a smudge of chocolate on your cheek,” he explains after removing his cleaned finger.

“Oh,” says Daisuke, and his face twitches with a half-smile. “Thanks.”

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XX. do you mind?

Daisuke really has no tact for being a famous thief, which makes it easy for Satoshi to detect whenever the boy is watching him eat.

“Do you mind?” he snarls, teeth congested with crunched lemon drop pieces. His words send a breeze of sugar and lemons over Daisuke’s face and he shrugs stupidly as if hypnotized.

“No, not really,” Daisuke answers.

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XXI. diet

“This!” Daisuke pokes him firmly in his ribs, not realizing how painfully strong his jabs are. Satoshi exaggerates his wince in hopes that Daisuke catches on, half-expecting the attempt to be futile anyway. “This is unacceptable, Hiwatari-kun! You need to change your diet.”

“To candy and pastries so that my cheeks and hands are sticky every day?” Satoshi retorts with a raised eyebrow. Daisuke huffs and crosses his arms.

“You’ve never complained about it before.”

“You’re right.” He leans in for a quick peck on Daisuke’s cheek to thicken the sweetness over his lips, and walks away before the touch registers in Daisuke’s mind. “I haven’t.”

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XXII. dentist

It was so many kinds of injustice and unfairness. He cranked his neck to the side, glaring as fatally as he could to hide the unattractive scene in his mouth.

“How is it that you eat all of my candy and I’m the one with cavities?” Satoshi growled between the globs and cotton in his teeth. Daisuke gave a nervous smile and twiddled his innocently.

“It’s not that bad, Hiwatari-kun,” he tried to comfort. “Maybe this way, you’ll lose those five pounds you gained.”

He was well ready to get up from his chair and defend his waistline, but the dentist swooped in and stretched his jaws open before he could do so.

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XXIV. rainbow

The twisted, circular lollipop was so huge and colorful that it made Daisuke’s eyes go wide, and Satoshi wondered what the boy would do in front of a real, colossal rainbow.

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XXIX. won’t you get tired of...

Daisuke always takes the chance to kiss him whenever Satoshi is eating sweets, no matter what the flavor or texture is, no matter how many times Satoshi gets the same thing; he loves it all.

Satoshi opens his eyes after having another kiss stolen from him, and frowns into Daisuke’s soft eyes.

“Won’t you get tired of this?” Satoshi asks, avoiding a thousand points in his question but wanting to know anyway, because he’s had enough of not understanding the world in his life.

To his relief, Daisuke’s thief-honest smile appears and past it, he replies, “Never.”


~mocha