Disclaimer! No, I don't own DN Angel or anything like that. Mitsuko and her family are my creation, the rest is, unfortunately, not.
Please read and review! My first fanfic! Tell me if something is wrong so I can fix it. I want to become a better writer, so I would really appreciate feedback!
Dark leans down to kiss my forehead. "I'm sorry, my Princess. This kills me, too." I look at him with confusion, then understanding as he raises his black feather. No! Please! Dark, no! My eyes fill with tears, and beg him not to do this. If I could speak, all of my words would be pleading for something else, anything else to happen. The entire world goes black as my bonds disintegrate, and I scream into the nothingness.
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"Mitsuko! Get up! Mom's gone to get breakfast!" My sister, Hinata, yells at me. I open my eyes to a beautiful Saturday morning. I stretch languorously and enjoy the pull of my muscles.
"Mitsuko!" Slowly, the recent events in my life come back, bringing with them all of the pain.
I force myself up and out of bed. My mom, Hinata, and I moved into this house last night. We got in so late though that all three of us just crashed. (Hey moving is exhausting! Combined with the emotions of saying goodbye and everything else…)
I shake my head to clear it and get off the couch I slept on last night. "I'm gonna go explore the new house." I tell Hinata. She smiles and nods, not wanting to interrupt the music she is listening to on her iPod. I turn away. She is excited about the move, looks forward to a new adventure. I don't. I just left everyone I have ever known for what? A smaller house? To run away? I never was the type to run from anything, not even my grief.
I head up the stairs and start looking around. It's clear which room will be my mom's, the master obviously. And it looks like Hinata has chosen the room next to it. A lot of her boxes are already piled neatly against the far wall, the only boxes that have made it up the stairs so far. That leaves me with the room at the end of the hallway. I walk down, passing the bathroom, then taking note of the squeaky floorboard that's just past it. Useful alarm if I ever do something I shouldn't.
I open the door and look around. Sloped ceilings, a good sized closet. Window overlooking the street, and easy to sneak out of. Of course I have only snuck out twice before, both times to be with my now ex-boyfriend.
He dumped me after over a year because I was moving. That I could handle. The fact that he cheated on me the last six months…well I'm just glad I never went past second base with him.
I walk over to the window and look out. Nothing special at all. I turn back to the room and lean against the window sill, planning the layout. Planning paint colors and posters and putting my life back together. I catch a glimpse of some weird light from the wall next to where I am standing. It was…but I don't see anything now. It was probably just a reflection from something.
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It's about two weeks later, and my room is finally set up. Summer started right before I moved, so I still have plenty of time before school starts. I sit on my window sill and stare out into the sky. I told my mom I was studying because I didn't want to be behind at my new school, but honestly I just don't want to go outside. It's a beautiful day, but I have really begun to enjoy being in my room.
There! I saw it again! This time it was the strongest it's been so far! That light I saw my first day in here. I run over to the wall where it is. It's a perfect rectangle. This is the first time it's lasted more than a few seconds. I watch it for a second, then my hand moves on its own to the center of the rectangle. I try to pull it away, but it's stuck. Finally I push. The wall glides open like a door, pulling me in with it. I get completely dragged into a room of bright, dancing light. But it's not a room. It goes on forever as far I can tell. I'm holding on only by my hand that is stuck to the door. Then, it just drops me.
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I wake up slowly. I am lying on what feels like a bed. That was definitely a dream. My eyes slowly open and…
I realize I have no idea where I am. I try to move, but some invisible force holds me immobile. I can't even speak, and slowly terror fills me. I try not to panic, but I can't even feel any bonds on me. Anything could be about to happen.
The door opens and I fight not to make a sound.
"Who are you? How did you find this place?" The voice sends shivers down my spine. It's so deliciously musical. Of course, it sounds angry right now, but still so musical and addicting. I need to hear that voice again. It is the voice of an angel. Or a demon. I would never be able to find a match for it.
Then the owner of the voice steps into my view. An angel is right. With dark violet hair and beautiful violet eyes to match. There is no doubt in my mind that he is not human, but I can't help but hope that he still shares SOME things with humans…honestly if he tried to have his way with me, there is no guarantee I would be able to say no.
"Who are you? How did you find me?"
"Where am I?" I finally mange to say. Apparently I can talk now.
"You know where you are. You fell in here. And that means you were looking for it."
"I really wasn't. Please, just let me go. My sister will be worried. Please. I'm scared." He looks at me with those breath taking eyes apprising me, judging me.
"Did Krad send you?"
"Who? Look, the last thing I remember is I was in my room. I was sitting at my window when I saw the light on my wall again. I touched the wall inside it and it pulled me into…I don't know. There were bright lights moving everywhere and it was huge. Then I fell. Next thing I know, I woke up here. Please, just let me go. I won't tell anybody about this just…please…."
He seems to be considering what I'm saying as truth. "The spell I put on you that holds you here makes it so that you cannot lie to me. So that means the only choice I have is to believe you." The anger has drained out of his voice, and I shiver in response.
"Do you know who I am?"
"The guy who has me tied up and is asking me questions I don't know the answer to?"
"I'll take that as a no. My name is Dark Mousy." He extends his hand to me and helps me sit up, then bows over my hand.
"I'm Mitsuko. Mitsuko Oshiro. May I please go home now?"
"I don't think so, princess. Sounds to me like you fell into this place because of magic. And I don't know that I can send you home that way yet."
"But…my mom…my sister…they will wonder where I've gone…I have school in less than two months….it's my senior year…"
"I'll do my best to get you home in time. But I don't understand what happened here. It will take some research."
"…what…what's going to happen to me?" The tears I've been fighting back ever since my life did a complete about face start bubbling to the surface. "I can't leave them alone right now! Not right after everything that just happened! Not after moving and Dad and…and…"finally the tears start to leak out. It's just too much. I can't take it. I fall to my knees and bury my face in my hands. It's so much. Too much. I'm the strength in the family. Just like Dad was. Mom and Hinata, they are the art, the free spirits. Dad and I are the rock, the solid, the strength. And now there's no more Dad. There's just me. They need me. Mom is already having issues dealing with the grief, staying with us and not focusing on herself. But Hinata is in a weird denial. She acts like Dad will be home any minute. And now that I'm not there what will they do?
"Oshiro-san, do you want to talk about it?" He seems so nice now, this creature that held me captive. He seems almost like he regrets what he did. It just makes me cry harder. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. This is a first. My mom couldn't really be bothered with something silly like her children's tears. My dad was a stoic man. "God save me from the tears of women." He would joke whenever we would cry. Hinata was too wrapped up in her own life. She might be older biologically, but I always feel like I'm the more mature one. I'm the one who holds her when she cries. I never let her see me cry. My ex? He would run if he even suspected tears were coming.
No one has ever held me while I cried. Not once that I can remember. My tears fall even harder, wracking my body with their intensity. I can't stop. They just keep coming. I'm bubbling apologies, hating myself for this weakness, for being unable to stop.
And he just holds me, this Dark Mousy, this angel or demon. Is he my tormentor or my savior? Finally the tears cease, and I sit there without the strength to do anything else. He picks me up and I roll into him. He's so strong, so sure. He knows what he's doing. The last thing I see before I pass out is his beautiful face, etched with worry and guilt over my current condition.