Dancing into the Dark

Could it be Fate?

Disclaimer: I don't own D.N. Angel in any way. I'm just an average fan.

"Wow! That girl's got some moves!" a young man with dark purple hair and matching eyes commented as he watched a girl of about 17 dance her heart out on the dance floor. He had stopped by the best teen club in town to meet up with a friend, but that friend was an hour late and the angel of dance was interesting him more and more. She had a short mop of reddish brown hair and fierce, light brown eyes that seemed to have pierced the hearts of several boys around the room.

As far as he could tell she'd come with her twin sister who was dancing, far less impressively in the corner of the dance floor with a boy with strange, spiky brown hair and a camera around his neck. He seemed thrilled to even be near the look-a-like and was rattling off some tale that had the girl's undivided attention.

The song ended and the girl left the dance floor panting. She bought herself bottled water and quickly chugged it down. The man decided that now was the time to make his move. He left his chair and approached the girl. He put an arm against the wall and leaned in, partially boxing her in against the wall.

Upon being closed in by the young man the girl capped her water and wiped her hand across her mouth. "Can I help you?" she asked plainly, with a hint of irritation hidden in her eyes.

The man smirked. "I noticed that you've got a talent for dancing." He informed her, "Just thought that you might be interested in taking it to the next level."

She laughed mockingly, "Oh, and I suppose you could help me get to this 'level'?" She rolled her eyes at him and took another swig of water.

"That's right." He said, his smirk broadening into a grin. "You've got the raw potential but you need to shape your style and performance." She looked at him quizzically, clearly puzzled. "To put it lightly you're movements are wild." He added helpfully.

The girl's cheeks reddened out of a mix of both anger and embarrassment. "Well, excuse me. I didn't know that being 'wild' was a crime!" She looked at him with a hurt expression and walked away.

Before she could get anywhere he came back around and stopped her with his arm. "I'm not done talking to you." He informed her cockily.

She sighed impatiently, "Yea? Well I'm done talking to you." With that she stuffed the now empty bottle of water into his chest and ducked under his arm, and went back to the dance floor.

The young man stared after her hungrily. He knew talent when he saw it, and he wasn't ready to let this girl slip through his fingers. He joined her in the mass of dancing people just as Don't Stop the Music by Rihanna started to play.

Many people started bouncing to the beat and the girl was using her curves to dance out each beat and at some points she'd stop and roll her body. It was a good solo, but just as the lines, "Your hands my waist, just let the music play, we're hand in hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face," played through the speakers he did exactly as the words said and began to guide her around the floor.

For one of the movements he held out his legs and bent her over it. He took this opportunity to taunt her, "So, as I was saying. I'm not through talking with you." She pretended not to hear as she let herself fall back over his knee. Just as she popped back up and twisted away from him he asked. "What's your name?"

"What does it matter?" she called to him over the music. She had her hands over her head and she let herself drop closer and closer to the floor with every beat then she swung her hips while she made her way back up.

He watched her, smirking, "Why are you dodging the question?" He grabbed hold of one of her hands and pulled her close to him with one strong tug.

She blushed in spite of herself and sighed, in a voice just loud enough for him to hear, "Riku."

He spun her around and brought her back in so that her back was against his chest and he leaned his head on her shoulder as he bopped back and forth in time with the music. "I like that. Riku," he said it contemplatively, but it sent shivers up Riku's spine. "It's got a nice ring to it."

She shook off the tingling feeling that was making its way throughout her body and making her feel light headed. Meanwhile, the young man had taken control of their dance together and he was finishing up the song by feeling up the leg that had instinctively come up around him as he leaned towards her.

The song ended and he helped the breathless Riku back up before walking towards the exit. She stayed a moment, dazed by all that had just happened, and soon she found herself chasing after the strange man. "Wait!" she called to him as they arrived at the street in front of the club.

He looked back at her with one eyebrow raised.

"Um… you asked for my name… isn't it only natural to give your own?" she asked while studying the intricate patterns in the pavement.

He grinned, unnoticed by Riku, and responded, "Dark Mousy."

A sudden wind blew down the street and caused strands of Riku's hair to fall into her eyes. When she looked back up, Dark had disappeared. "Dark Mousy." Riku tried out the name, letting it roll over her tongue. She gave a small smile, "Maybe we'll meet again."

A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first time writing a fanfiction for D.N. Angel! I got this idea while reading a different fanfiction. I felt that these characters best suited the story I wanted to create, so please no flames against DarkXRiku… I do like DaisukeXRiku; it's just that this pairing suits this story best.

Also I have a small poll!

One question: Should I write more chapters or should this be a one-shot?

Please answer! Thank you!

Anyway, please review so I can use the feedback on possible, following chapters.

Ja ne!

~Akinaxx