Hey all my faithful readers (number of actual readers... 0) i've decided to try my hand at a D N Angel fanfic, seeing as how i haven't written anything for fanfiction in about a year. please be nice about the reviews, as the first couple of chapters are defs going to suck, but hopefully will get better soon :)
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Dedicated to the wind beneath my wings and her flaming red hair :)
Emiko screamed as the car flipped onto its side and made its quick progress towards the cliff's edge. She tried with all her might to divert the car from its course, but even the combined efforts of her own strength and the magic from the girl next to her to were not enough. Meanwhile, a man of about 60 sat in the back seat, comforting his grandson, a small 2 year old with flaming red hair. He took a look at the boy and quickly decided. He pulled a small hollow ball-shaped device, similar to a hamster ball and opened it up. He wordlessly held the boy up to Emiko, as she slumped back into her seat, having given up all hope. Upon noticing her son being held towards her, she gave a small smile and hugged the boy tightly, as she wept soundless tears.
"I'm so sorry this had to happen to you my son, but we can save you at least," she whispered to him, kissing him on the cheek and handing him to the girl next to her, who was using her magic to slow the decent of the vehicle.
"Goodbye outoto, please know that we will always love you," she whispered to him, hugging him tightly to her chest before handing him back to his grandfather. The old man looked at his grandson, crying as though he knew what was going to happen to his family.
"Goodbye my grandson, we will always be with you in spirit, and I know that you will grow up to be a magnificent man someday," whispered the man to the boy, shedding a single tear of sorrow, as he placed the boy in the ball, despite the struggles of the distressed young boy. His family smiled at him, one last time, before his grandfather threw the ball out of the window into the sea, where upon landing shot through the water, by means of a hidden propeller.
"Good luck in your life, Niwa Daisuke," thought his grandfather, as the car finally hit the sea below, resulting in an explosion of metal and fire. Then, the scene was consumed in an eerie purple light, and 12 years later, Niwa Daisuke woke with a start.
Yes i know, its not very good at the moment, but its a work in progress. R&R for the next couple of chapters if you will tho.