Warning: Shonen-ai

Pairings: Dark x Riku, Dark x Daisuke

Disclaimer: I do not own D. .

"Speech"

Flashbacks

This fic has point of view changes and all flashbacks are in third person point of view.

Japanese Terms:

Itsumo – Always.

Together Itsumo: Prologue

"Wahh!"

"Hey, are you okay?"

A red-haired boy looked up to see a violet-haired boy standing over him.

"N-no…mommy still hasn't come back…" cried the red-haired boy.

"How long have you been waiting?" Asked the violet-haired boy.

"Three days…"

"WHAT!"

"Mommy told me to wait for her…so I did…she said she'd come back…she'll come back…I know she will…" said the red-haired boy with teary eyes.

"Um…I think I'd better take you to the police station or something."

The red-haired boy's eyes widened.

"B-but what if mommy comes back and I'm not here! She'll get mad…"

"Tell you what, if you're mom gets mad, I'll just explain things to her, okay?"

"Okay…"

"I'm Dark."

"Daisuke."


(Daisuke's P.O.V)

I'd never really felt like I was worth something until I met Dark. I was six and he was eight when I first met him; I still remember that day. Dark walked me to the police station and told a police officer my situation; I thought he looked very brave and mature. I was turned over to social services when they found out my mother had abandoned me. She was an alcoholic and couldn't afford to support me and her addiction. Guess which one she picked? I'll give you a hint, it wasn't me.

I actually believed she was coming back. I held on to that believe for about three years before I realized that maybe, just maybe, she really wasn't coming back. It really hurt. I had done everything for her. I used to clean the house, cook all the meals, pay the bills, call in sick for her when she was too drunk to go to work and even forge her signature on school related papers. Even though I was six, I was the one taking care of her.

I couldn't understand what I had done wrong. I wanted to know. I wanted to become a better person so that she'd come back for me. I still loved her even though she didn't want me; I could never hate her. No matter what people did to me, I could always forgive them.

It didn't help my self-esteem that I got passed around a lot. My foster parents always made up some excuse for why they couldn't take care of me anymore. I wasn't a bad kid or anything, they just didn't like me, I guess. I never got into trouble, I never asked for something unless it was very important, I made strait A's, I didn't do any kind of drug or hang out with the wrong crowd.

I was always polite and introduced my friends…well friend, to whatever foster parent I was staying with. Dark was my only friend, everyone else I hung out with I met through Dark. I always got the feeling they didn't want to hang out with me and only did so because Dark forced them to. I really didn't care, all the mattered was that I was with Dark.

My life wasn't perfect, I'll admit that, but it wasn't horrible; it could have been worse. I know I shouldn't ask for more, but I can't help it. There is something I want. There's something I've always wanted but have never asked for. I want someone to need me…I want someone to want me. But it's not just anyone that I want to feel this way about me. I want Dark to be this person. It's was a secret I'd never told anyone.

That's all I ask for. I want him to love me as much as I love him. But…that's not going to happen. He's a boy and besides, he's in love with someone else. It's okay, though. I'm fine just watching him from afar. As long as we're always together, everything is fine.

TBC…..

I got the title by listening to the Fruits Basket Opening song over and over again. I'd actually written this a couple of days ago and was debating over posting it. I already have most of the next chapter written. I'll more time to write during summer. I just got assigned a research paper so don't' be surprised if it takes me a while to update. Once again, I'm evil to Daisuke. Don't hate me, but it gets worse. I won't say any more, but I have a particular scene in my mind that I really want to write. All I'm going to say is that it's sad. I really like this fic. I think it's one of my favorites. Anyway, I'd like to thank Staryday fro helping me out and everyone who decides to review me.