My Last Breath
A/N: This is the redone version of The Howling because I didn't like where The Howling was going, so this is the revised version. I just repeated myself, didn't I? Anywho, I hope that you readers like this one just as much as the original, cause once I get up-to-date on this compared to the other one, it's coming down. That's right, once I get this to the same amount of chapters as The Howling is at, I'll be deleting it. Once I get seven chapters up, The Howling is gone for good!!
Disclaimer: Never owned DNAngel, never claimed to. I just own my OC(s). But I wished I owned Krad, cause he's my Kraddy-kins. (Thank you Cindy for giving Krad to me for the night for my 14th birthday! I love you!)
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In the dark, empty streets of Osaka, Japan lay a female with blood red hair. Crimson liquid dripped down her face, hitting a small puddle of blood, the quiet 'splash' echoing in the silent area.
Slowly, the clouds opened up, releasing bright flashes of light into the humid air and rumbles of thunder brought sound to the dead street. Rain ran down her face, taking the crimson blood with it, the pure water tinted red.
The salty rain covered her chilled body with drops, soaking into her black shirt, her light blue jeans heavy with water. Her pure white jacket with purple designs lay only feet away, translucent under the heavy rainfall.
Only minutes before she had been about to head towards the train station, to visit her family in Azumano. She hadn't heard the men coming up behind her until it was too late, and she was attacked with an iron pipe, cracking her skull. They had run off before she could scream, she was dead before she could call for help.
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"Oh Daisuke..." Emiko Niwa sighed, grabbing her son in a tight embrace, "I'm so sorry..." She said, watching painfully as her son collapsed in her arms, sobbing loudly.
"Why?! Why did she have to die like that?!" Daisuke Niwa cried, clutching his mother as though he would fall to his death if he didn't. "She was such a good person!"
"Daisuke." Daiki Niwa said sharply, "We all miss her now that she's gone, but there is nothing we can do about it!" But the serious air around him slowly broke, and he too, let out a tear of sadness. "She was a good person, such an amazing woman..." He finished, his voice solemn now, head bowed in remembrance of the teenager.
Kosuke Niwa stood behind his wife, biting his lip, attempting to stop the tears. He had not seen the girl much, but from what he had heard from everyone else, she was an amazing teenager, with so much talent. If only, he wished, if only he could meet her again.