A/N: So! This is our first DNAngel story. Before you read this, you should know that we have only seen up to episode 20 of the anime and read up to volume 8 of the manga. We are only taking the story up to those points into account as we write this. It is therefore somewhat AU.

This story takes place (mostly) while Daisuke & co. are in high school. (Some of it takes place waaaaaay back in the past; this prologue, for example.)

I, Ambika-san, will be writing the Satoshi and Krad chapters. Tasoka will be writing the Daisuke and Dark chapters. If any other points of view become necessary, we'll decide who writes what when it comes up.

Disclaimer: Not ours.

Warnings: There is a slash warning in effect for this story. It is also (as previously stated) AU. If either of these things bother you, please spare everyone the trouble and just don't read.

Phew! Now that that's all out of the way, on with the story!

---- Hajimari no HiĀ­ ----

Prologue

Blue.

That was my world for the first three seconds.

He was blue, his hair, his eyes and the fabric of his soul. He was my universe. All I knew at that time was the gentle sky color of pure sadness.

Then the bitter red tang of hurt seeped in, purpling it.

His hands, tracing shapes in the dust around me, told a story of love and loss. Tears on his cheeks dripped loneliness and longing into the patterns.

I sat up, and my awareness grew. We were in a darkened room, candles flickering shadow-bright around us. I learned orange-black-yellow-green, and set them aside.

They did not matter.

Leaning, I gathered him into my arms. He slumped against me gratefully. The blue ebbed a bit.

Needing to somehow reassure him further, I drew in a breath of the quiet air, and spoke my first words.

"It's all right. I'm here now. I swear he'll never hurt you again."

I thought that perhaps, for a moment, there was a flicker of white-gold.

---To Be Continued