'TIS BEEN A WHILE. Blustery today, so it's a sign that I should be baking cookies for everyone.

[Title] Thirty Sweets
[Challenge] 30_sweets
[Series] DNAngel
[Pairing] Satoshi/Daisuke
[Rating] PG
[Themes] 6, 7, 8, 10, 13, 18, 27
[Notes] Second installment of this challenge


Thirty Sweets
one more lick and then i’m finished

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VI. are you kidding?

Satoshi doesn’t need to look up from his newspaper to know what Daisuke’s doing or attempting to do. He simply writes a few more letters into his crossword and then shoves his hand into the boy’s face.

“Are you kidding?” Satoshi deadpans. Daisuke sputters and drops the dangling piece of licorice from his mouth, failing to get Satoshi to snatch it from his lips.

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VII. dreams

His sugarplum and lollipop dreams leave a pleasant taste on his lips in the morning, and they are even sweeter when white feathers are left on his pillow when he wakes up.

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VIII. flying colors

Daisuke’s eyes are particularly enthralling when he has strawberry-flavored candies melting on his tongue. His lips turn shiny and flushed from them, making Satoshi shut off the sounds of the outside world and listen to Daisuke’s every word.

“If you could fly anywhere you wanted to, right now, where would you go?” he asks, deep red lips curving into a sweet, glossy smile. The color is intense enough to make his pupils dilate.

“I suppose I would find a rainbow and then fly to wherever it takes me,” he replies. In truth, he has no answer because Daisuke’s colors are sending his thoughts in a frenzy, but his half-truth makes the boy’s expression brighten anyway.

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X. popcorn

Niwa is naturally well-mannered, but sometimes Satoshi wonders how easily Niwa can forget where they are and how to act in such an environment.

“Ah, I’m out of popcorn!” Niwa says in the middle of the movie, and Satoshi rubs his forehead.

“Not so loudly, please,” he hisses for the third time that afternoon. It seems to pass through the other’s ears as Niwa stands up and stretches, but he gets the message when someone from the back of the theater throws a piece of popcorn directly at his head.

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XIII. shut up

Everything is a complete mess in his life and Niwa isn’t helping by just sitting there and munching on his chocolate squares without a care in the world, as if the simplicities were more important than trying to figure out how to prevent him from completely losing it.

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XVIII. say cheese

“It reeks!” Daisuke cries out, his hands forming a protective cup around his nose.

“It’s good,” Satoshi defends, spreading the exotic cheese over a cracker. He has to bite his tongue to stop himself from smiling at Daisuke’s reaction, and he almost does when Daisuke’s eyes widen as he bites into the cracker with a sickening crunch. He eats the delicacy slowly and Daisuke wrinkles his nose at him once the cracker is gone.

“I’m not kissing you for a week,” Daisuke mutters, but Satoshi knows that such a statement will only last for a few hours.

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XXVII. cafe

The crumpled note hidden between his homework informed him to be at the café one hour after school. There was no name and no indication that the writer even bothered to consider that perhaps he had work to do once school ended – but the writer was lucky enough to pick a day where Satoshi had no afternoon plans.

It was likely against his better judgment, and the fact that he was counting the number of sugar spoonfuls Daisuke was dumping into his coffee was surely a sign of that.

“I hope this isn’t interfering with any plans; I didn’t think of that until after I slipped the note in,” Daisuke informed sheepishly, failing to notice the twitch in Satoshi’s eyebrow after the seventh spoonful was sacrificed.

“No, I had nothing scheduled today,” he replied. He was about to babble on about the police force or the weather or anything to keep his mind off the spoonful tally. It worked well enough until Daisuke finished stirring the twelfth spoonful, gently set his spoon aside, and brought the poisonous cup to his lips.

Satoshi’s fingers clenched the tablecloth as he watched the lethal coffee go into Daisuke’s mouth, and he half expected the boy to drop dead right in front of him on the table.

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~mocha