dance away
Disclaimer: I do not own D.N. Angel
Characters/Pairing: Satoshi/Risa
Rating: K+
Warnings: none.
Summary: I see you in fairytale dreams, but something is changing.
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When we walk through the door together, I spy paintings of angels, adorned in white and floating halos. Music plays from somewhere in the eerie and empty hallways. You take my hand and dance with me as morning light falls upon us through large windows.
"Don't stop," I whisper in your ear, "Let's dance forever."
A fleeting smile captures your mouth. You continue with the promise to never cease and I fall in step with each move you make. There's something suspicious that hangs in the air, like doubt and dread. But it's ignored and we keep this feeling to ourselves.
I jolt awake and feel paralyzed. Nothing sweet and promising invites to a world of fairy tales, instead it's dark and sinister. I curl into a ball again and will myself to sleep again, for that is the only way I can see you in this nightmare.
-x-
I don't ever know who you are, just that you're always there.
-x-
Argentine confesses he's scared to let his emotions overtake him. I glance up at my captor, sadly.
"Don't we all."
-x-
The window breaks under my weight and I'm falling, falling all the way to my death. I close my eyes and a scream rips through my throat. I call for Dark, call for someone, even you. But my death is coming anyway, so being that damsel the prince saves won't be coming this time, will it?
Arms surround me and seconds later, my feet touch the ground softly, rather than the hard, bone-crushing fall I had expected. Breath escapes me and I drop to my knees, shaking. Looking up, I spy my savior.
His long, blond hair flows in the wind and his tall form casts a shadow over me. I can't see his face and he's walking from me, but I call out to him anyway.
"Who are you?"
He doesn't answer.
-x-
Satoshi drops by my house to see if I'm all right. I nearly laugh because it's so like him. So unpredictable and composed. Apparently, since the beginning, he's made me out to be his acquaintance that he can simply check up on. I don't care. It's fine. Something about that suddenly reminds me of you, but I brush it away, because you're just part of my imagination. (Right?)
"People who have been kidnapped usually feel unsafe and weary afterwards," he states and leans against the wall, arms crossed. It's the way he mentions that statemen-as if he knows the people who have been kidnapped everyday. But, then again, I won't be surprised if that's true. "Have you had anything that troubles you?"
I think about the dreams of you that have continued since then, but I smile and wave it off.
"Of course not."
-x-
I take his hand and lead him to a nearby park. He goes along with it, no matter how strange I'm acting. His hand is slack in my grip and I'm basically dragging him there, but he doesn't object.
For a moment, I feel like I'm within one of the dreams of you while I stare at him. But it goes away and I'm left simply enjoying him near me.
-x-
One day, he kisses me, unashamed. I let him.
-x-
The dreams of you have gone away. I no longer yearn for them.
I don't need those brief glimpses of fairy tales because, Satoshi, it's you, isn't it?
-x-
We dance in your lonesome apartment, street lamps from outside our only light. White walls and floors contrast our forms. Dancing to old music that plays on the radio, I hold you close to me. You're smiling like I've never seen before.
Leaning over to my ear, you tell me, "Don't let go."
Whispering back, I promise, "Never."
fin.
Enjoy.