A/n: I guess I'm just into older more mature Dark x Riku. Hm...I still considering a sequel to when it's easier to forget. Or to finish re-writing. I miss writing them young... ah anyway. Don't bother asking me if I'm going to continue this. I can never tell. Reviews are nice. So yea review please.

Keep in mind that they are older. Not much...but older. 17-18 kind of range.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dnangel.

Little Devotional

His lips puckered around the slender cigarette, took a drag and then released. His wine colored eyes narrowed watching the smoke drift out the window and into the crisp night air. Pulling smoke into his lungs once again, he propped his leg up and leaned back against the frame. It was a beautiful night. He only visted her on nights like this.

He watched from the corners of his eyes through the sheet of smoke that hovered above his nose as she slid back into her dress. Her smooth, flawless back disappearing behind a sea of red fabric. She sighed, paced a bit and sighed again. She always did that on nights like this. He smiled his same contemptuous smile and awaited her speech.

"Dark..." she breathed.

The corners of his lips folded into a frown, she always said his name like it was a burden.

"I don't want to do this anymore," she pushed the ends of her fingers together meekily. "It isn't right."

"You always say that," he trailed toward her side of the room.

"I know...but this time I mean it," she eyed him sadly.

She hated when he smoked. It was a dirty habit, no matter how good he looked doing. Thinking back that was probably the only reason he did it at all. But what did she care if he was vain enough to kill himself.

"Oh really," he said approaching her from behind and snaking his arm around her waist, "and why is that."

She only stared silently into dresser mirror.

Dark grinned at their reflection. They really looked good together, even if she was pouting. She wasn't the first girl he had seen like this, but she was his favorite. Maybe that's why he kept her around so long.

"I always pictured you in blue," he whispered in her neck, "but I have to say I'm partial to the red."

"So..." his eyes lifted to meet hers in the mirror, "you're all dressed up. Where have you been?"

"You see that's why I can't do this anymore...I met someone."

He was even more turned off by her dismal tone. "Riku..."

She always said that. Even if she had met somebody it wouldn't last long. There was no way it was going to end. Not tonight...not until he was ready to let her go.

"Who?" he questioned turning the auburn haired girl to face him.

"Daisuke Niwa?" she answered pensively.

"Who?" his thick eyebrows raised. "That red-headed kid? But why him? He's too plain Riku, definitely not your type?"

"And who is?" she scoffed. "Guys like you who won't commit? Mess around, get what they want and leave. Honestly, Dark can you even keep count of all the girls you've used."

"Hey I don't make you do anything," he protested. "When you're with me it's of your own accord."

"That's because I hoped you would change," the words rang bitterly in her ears. Riku would have never admitted them before now. "I was still hoping that you could love me. But I'm done with that now."

"Love..." he mouthed the words once silently and then again out loud. "Is that all you girls can think about it?"

"You don't understand because you're not capable of such a thing," she turned away sourly.

"And I'm glad for that," he smirked. "You just keep telling yourselve it's over, Riku because we both know it's not."

She tensed at the confidence in his words. Dark had charisma that couldn't be challenged. He had away of making her believe anything he said. But she wasn't the same heartbroken girl he took advantage of a year ago. She was wise to his games. She would see this through and hopefully withouth hinderance.

"You better go before my parents get up or worse...Risa," she sighed. There was no sense in arguing with him any further. He was to arrogant to even listen.

"I'll come visit you again sometime," he winked as discarded his spent cigarette out the window.

"I wish you wouldn't," she groaned.

"Sweet dreams," the plum haired boy called as he slipped out the open window.

Riku stared back into the mirror. What had become of her? She was so strong once. How could she let a playboy get the best of her? Well never again! she thought. She deserved better than this. She would have her revenge on Dark Mousy.