((Okie Doke, so erm, well I 3 DNAngel, and well I'm sick at the mo, so I got off school early, came home, got bored, and decided to do a fanfic :D cheesy grin so I basically just did this off of the top of my head so sorry if its kinda dumb " now you know (plus im a rubbish writer!) Anyways please lemme know what you think! Oh and I've only read DNAngel volumes 1 + 4 so I don't know that much and I know I used a lot here from the first one, but most likely the rest is gonna just be crap I made up, soooo enjoy ;) ))

"Class, today as you we have a new student. Her name is Gabrielle Andrea Ria, and she's just transferred from…" the teacher glanced over at the new girl.

"…England." finished the girl.

"That's right, England. So class be nice, come on in Gabrielle Andrea"

"Please, just Andrea" said Andrea and she walked into the classroom. She looked around at the other students. "oh god…" she thought.

"Just take a seat where ever Andrea"

"okay" said Andrea smilingly. She had brilliant blue eyes, and long silky dark brown hair, the came down to just above her waist, and was layered. She swept her fringe out of her eyes and took the only seat left next to a red headed guy at the back of the classroom.

"Heya!" she introduced after taking some of her books and a sketchpad. "I'm Andrea, and you are?"

"Daisuke" he smiled, "Daisuke Niwa"

"Nice to meet you, Daisuke!" she beamed. A little to enthusiastically.

"Nervous, huh?"

She looked down at her hands as she twisted her ring. "Shows, huh?"

He nodded friendly. "Yeah, a little bit, but you'll be okay"

"I will?" she looked up.

"Yeah, you will" he was still grinning.

"hmm…"

"hey, lemme be the first here to be your friend"

She giggled and nodded her head. "Okay now class settle down!"

Andrea could hear the mutters of the class die down.

The bell for the end of school, rang out through the hallways. Andrea grabbed her books, and with her head in the clouds, walked out of the class.

"Ow!" she cried as she dropped her books on the floor. "Ohhhhh!"

"Oh, here" said a calm cool voice. She peeped up and gazing down at her was Satoshi Hiwatari.

"Sorry!"

He just nodded as he flicked through her sketchpad.

"These are quite good. You draw a lot?"

Feeling her face get hot, blushing she just nodding to hide her shyness. He chuckled and helped up to her feet. "Here, keep it up" and with that he left.

"uh-huh…" she mumbled as she watched him leave.

"Mom! Lemme go, lemme go!" moaned Andrea.

"Oh fine!" she replied and let her go.

"Jesus mom that's some grip you got" she said making a face.

"And don't forget it!" she giggled. "So school was okay then?"

"Yeah, actually it was pretty good"

"See I told you, you'd be fine! Once everyone see's what a great person you are!" she laughed.

"Mom! You're doing it again!"

"oh okay fine then! So make any new friends?"

"Yeah, a few" she said looking back. There was Daisuke, the Harada twins Riku and Risa, some other girls who names she couldn't remember.

"'Kay well I'm going to my room now, later!" she ran up to her room and hopped on her bed flicking on the TV.

It had been a month since her first day at Azumano Middle School. She'd made quite a lot friends. And she'd even won over Takeshi, after she clocked him one. She giggled remembering that.

"So far, life here isn't that bad…"

"Hey! Andrea! You going to school?" called Daisuke running to catch up with her.

"Where else?" She called back smiling.

"Hey! Wait up!"

"So far…So far…"

"You gonna told Risa yet?"

Daisuke flushed. "Ah I ummm…yeah, yesterday…"

"And?"

"I dunno yet"

"Well, she's a lucky girl!" she winked. Daisuke was now as red as his hair. Inwardly she was laughing. "Oh poor Daisuke! He's so shy!" She always tried to give him a little boost every now and then.

"Happy Birthday"

"Thanks."

"Daisuke…I know this must have been hard for you to write…But I have to return it to you…"

On my 14th birthday, I Daisuke Niwa…

"I'm sorry, I just don't think of you in that way, Daisuke."
…was totally shot down.

Oh poor Daisuke. I watched him just sit there in shock at his desk. I cant believe she turned him down. Not like his self esteem is even that high, and now this. Poor Daisuke.

I left the other girls gossiping amongst themselves, and went and sat in front of Daisuke.

"You'll find someone better"

And then… Oh Takeshi you idiot!

Takeshi came, and grabbed Daisuke in a headlock, and dragged him off his seat.

"Yo, come on Daisuke!"

I laughed. "I just leave you guys to it, yeah?"

"This afternoon, at the Esviel Art Museum in the Azumano neighbourhood of Tokyo…A message was attached to the famous "Saint of Tears" Statue. Currently, the Museum is exhibiting part of its large and extremely valuable collection of modern art."

I was running… Encased in a never ending darkness. Malicious laughter ringing in my head. I kept running. A mirror. In it, I saw, I reflection of myself. Another me. I looked behind me. Another mirror. Another me. A Darker me. She was smiling at me. I wasn't smiling back. She had black lips, and swirls and decorations at the sides of her face, near the eyes. She was wearing heavy black eyeliner and mascara. A turned to look at the other mirror. There was me. The Lighter me. Frightened and alone. A perfect reflection. The fear in my eyes apparent. I blinked. Crash! I spun round. A cracked reflection showed several me's. All laughing. All smilingly sinisterly. They all raised their right arms. With a sudden gesture, they were gone. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. "This is a dream" my voice shook. The cracked mirror showed something, I did not expect. The other mirror. The Darker me was standing behind the Lighter one. I watched as my reflection began to shake as horrified sobs racked through her body. A scream pierced my flesh.

Tonight at 11 O'clock…

I was face down on the frosty glass floor.

Phantom Thief…

Whats going on? I pushed myself off of the floor. There were feathers. Lots of feathers. Some were black. Some were white. I caught a feather of each in both hands.

…Dark…

To my left, was me. I had beautiful arching untainted white angel wings.

Will come…

To my right…

After 40 years…

Was the darker me…

He is to re-appear…

With angel wings…

Once again…

Black as soot…

To steal the famous …

Her black lined eyes fiercely glared down at me…

"So…"

Help me…

"…We meet…"

Please…

"…I have awoken…"

Somebody…

"…but…"

Anybody…

"…we, are still…"

Help…

"…too…weak…!"

"Saint of Tears" Sacred Maiden Statue…

"Well…"

She was glowering at the other me. The other me's face was stained from tears…

"Please…" she begged. I begged.

"What are we waiting for…?"

And with, that…

…She struck me down…