A/N: Wow, this is my first story in quite awhile! A bit of a different feel to this one, its not cute and fluffly like the other one was. So heres the story: Diaskue goes to high school. diaskue meets up with Dark. Only Dark doesnt remember him. How will he solve this?

Please review, I GREATLY appreciate things I can do to make this better, or suggestions for future chapters!

Read on!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own DN angel. That would be cool though...

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Daisuke Niwa walked slowly up to the entrance of his new high school. He felt slightly sick to his stomach. He had been with the same group of friends since kindergarten, and he felt abandoned now that every one of them had gone to other schools. Even Risa and Riku had disappeared to some upscale private school on the opposite end of town. He hesitantly moved through the crowded opening. Every single face was unfamiliar. Fear that he had not felt since his days as a phantom thief twisted his insides as he counted classrooms and entered his advanced art class and thought that he would give anything to find someone he recognized.

And a familiar face he found.

Satoshi Hiwatari sat directly in front of the teacher's desk, his ice blue hair falling into his eyes. He was probably about as nervous as Daisuke was, but he showed no emotion. Satoshi tapped a paintbrush against the desk as Daisuke sat down beside him, smiling.

TIME PASSED

After what felt like the longest morning ever, Daisuke emerged from his algebra classroom and started down the hall to lunch. The hall was almost deserted, the other students far faster than Daisuke was. The was due to the flashback Daisuke had during class. To Dark. Thinking about the phantom thief always got Daisuke's spirits down, and he suddenly had zero appetite. Halfway down the deserted hallway he spied several upperclassmen congregating outside the lunchroom. Apprehension immediately exploded in the pit of Daisuke's stomach as he neared the older students.

The nervousness he felt was replaced by confusion as he gazed directly in front of him. There stood Dark, his best friend, or more accurately his other half, whom he thought he had lost a year ago after sacrificing himself in order to save the Niwa family.

"Dark!" he shouted, oblivious to the crowd of obviously popular upperclassmen surrounding the shadowy figure. He ran towards the older boy, joy and relief reflected on every surface of his face.

"Huh?" Questioned Dark, clearly confused. "I don't know who you are or how you know my name, but you freshman should know not to bother upper classmen like myself."

"But don't you remember me!" stammered Daisuke, hurt by his friend's blatant ignorance.

"No, I don't, and you'd better leave me alone if you know what's good for you." He replied coolly. Dark's friends stared as Daisuke sulked away.

"You sure showed that kid." One of them, a tall, blonde haired boy named Krad said. "He obviously doesn't understand how hierarchy works around here."

"Uh-huh" replied Dark absentmindedly. Somehow the encounter had bothered him; something about it just didn't feel right. He wasn't sure why, but he felt like he somehow picking on this new kid was wrong.

"Are you alright?" Krad asked his friend. It was junior lunch, and Dark was acting completely out of character. "You haven't said anything since this morning. Don't tell me you've lost your nerve."

"Yeah…" Replied a lean, brown haired girl named Kanji. "You pick on freshman all the time! This one couldn't have possibly bothered you!"

Dark picked sullenly at his food. The thought had been tearing at him all day. How come he felt like he knew the red haired freshman from that morning? He didn't even know his name!

"Don't worry about it. I'm going to find out one way or another what his deal is after school." Dark said a hint of annoyance in his voice.

The bell finally rang for the end of the day after what seemed like ages. Dark went outside the building, keeping an eye out for the freshman from that morning. Eventually he spotted him.

"Hey you!" he shouted, "Kid from this morning! Get over here!"

Daisuke turned at the sound of his former friend's voice. He slowly walked towards him.

"I don't know who you are or what your deal is, but you'd better come with me right now." Dark grabbed Daisuke and dragged him into the abandoned art room, locking the door behind him. "Now, tell me right now how you know my name."

"Dark, don't you remember me! Its Daisuke!" he shouted, obviously distressed.

"No, and you'd better stop messing with me!" Dark growled back, pinning Daisuke to the wall.

"But you're my best friend!" Daisuke replied weakly, tears coming to his eyes. Dark lifted his arm to punch Daisuke in the face. All of a sudden images started to flood his mind. He was holding the younger boy just as he was now, shaking him, and asking him why he didn't remember him. He dropped Daisuke suddenly and unlocked the door as the younger boy slid to the floor. He ran from the art room, terrified at what he had just seen. He suddenly realized he knew this kid from somewhere, but how!