Will You Tell Us a Story, Mommy? Chapter 1: Act I, a d n angel fanfic

Tenshi: Chapter one re-done!

Kage: Good thing too!

Riku: Yeah, too many notes…

Tenshi: T.T That's so true!

♥MY THANKS TO♥

Heka (For encouraging me to post my story)

Crimson Rayne (For support and being my beta)

My Reviewers (For being my motivation)

Scatter Plot (For the tip! )

Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel, Yukiru Sugisaki does! If I did, Daisuke would be my lil' bro! (huggles chibi Daisuke plushie) And if there are music lyrics then I don't own those either! (Fushigi Yuugi: Yuu Watase (NOT ME!))

Warning: Language, bad tempers, evil suggestions, my perspective of Riku and Risa, OOC-ness, small manga one spoiler (don't worry there will be a note)

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Lyrics (If I add any)

Summary: AU Riku receives an aged book and the twins' lives have a huge twist as they are drawn into the tale. Now she must adapt to this alien realm while trying to keep up a facade. Lying to the handsome young Lord is much harder than she anticipated! DARIKU

Act I- Story of the Sacred Maiden

A young eight-year boy dressed in a forest green shirt and khaki shorts with his feet strapped in soft brown sandals bounced his red ball on the front yard of his mansion. White sandals shuffled quickly, as a little six-year-old girl ran out of the mansion in a yellow sundress embroidered with small white daisies towards her brother. A red headband was strapped on her head to keep her bobbing pink hair neatly tucked behind her.

Her wide amethyst eyes sparkled cheerfully as she and her brother began to play a normal game of catch.

Her short bubblegum pink tresses flowed behind her as her brother accidentally threw the ball too far. As the little girl ran, she stopped close to where the ball would land knowing that she couldn't catch it. A small smile made its way onto her lips while her little brows furrowed into concentration. Her little hand curled into a fist as the ball came closer. She could hear her brother yelling for her to move away, but she ignored him. As the ball bounced it flew high into the air and as quickly as it rose, it fell. The girl let the ball hit her head, so that it wouldn't bounce as high and let it roll down her body before giving it a hard kick, sending it back to her brother.

Her brother's amber eyes glinted with surprise before his mouth curled into a smirk. His sister was too much like their mother. He blew his long, pearl lavender bangs from his face and curled his hand into a fist as the ball flew towards him. He took a deep breath and ran to the red projectile. Soon after, his fist collided with the rubber and it was sent flying back to his sister. The ball glided to the ground and dirt, rocks, and grass flew into the air from the force, the ball never slowed.

The girl lifted her foot so that it was resting on her soles, and the red ball skidded perfectly underneath her feet. She bent down to pick up the ball and dusted it off. Messy scratches and nicks decorated the ball; a small hiss erupted from the ball and saw that the ball was quickly deflating. She looked at her brother with wide eyes and he stared back with a similar look.

If their parents found out that they ruined another ball, they would be mad. The two siblings hid the quickly deflating red ball in a bush.

"Young master, mistress, its time for dinner!" Their butler's voice echoed to the yard.

"Okay!" They answered in sync and the siblings ran into the large white mansion, not seeing of the knowing brandy gaze on the bush.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

As they ate, their father looked up, "So did you two have fun playing with the new ball?"

The siblings exchanged glances and smiled at their father, "Yes, daddy; the ball was really fun!" the young girl answered cheerfully.

"Will you play with it tomorrow?" He asked with suspicious dark eyes

"Of course!" They both answered.

"Oh?" Everyone looked at the doorway where the mother stood as the bells on her necklace jingled. Her eyes glinted mischievously, and with a very flat red… thing in her right hand.

"Mommy!" The children yelled surprised.

"What's that love?" The woman walked to her husband and gave him a light peck on the cheek before she handed him the red object. He lifted it up and raised a single brow; curiosity swirled in the depths of his eyes, "What is this?"

The mother sat down next to her husband and gazed at him with mirth-filled eyes, "It's the ball we bought our children not fifteen minutes ago."

He chuckled deeply in his chest as he toyed with the deflated ball, "I don't remember the ball we bought being so…" he let drop to the floor with a plop, "…flat" his eyes filled with amusement as he glanced at his embarrassed children, "We told you no more 'extreme' games-"

"-You might hurt yourself or someone else." The mother finished with seriousness, but she knew that their children did not care about injuries. To the children, as long as they could move, they were perfectly fine. She sighed to herself thinking that the children were far too much like their parents. She looked at the arrogant man whom she loved and saw him staring at her with the same cocky smirk from all those years ago. After the two parents berated their children about destroying balls, dinner was eaten in silence.

The kids got cleaned up and changed into their nightclothes and scrambled into their room to get ready for bed. A few seconds later, their parents walked inside and the father sat comfortably in a chair. Their father pulled their mother into his lap and tucked her head beneath his chin.

The mother sighed. Her husband never changed even after all these years, she thought as she pressed her cheek against his warm firm chest. She nudged his arms lightly and he reluctantly let go of her and watched as she tucked in their offspring before going back to sit in his lap. She shifted to a comfortable position and sighed contentedly.

"Will you tell us a story, mommy?" The little boy pleaded.

She smiled at her children, "Which one?"

The siblings grinned at each other and spoke simultaneously, "The Sacred Maiden"

The parents groaned. "But that'll be the second time this week," their father complained.

"We don't care, we like the story!" The young boy spoke. The children gave them puppy pouts, "PLEASE!"

The parents sighed again and the mother smiled, "Alright, one more time." The children clapped their small hands and giggled, "After that you can ask your tou-san to retell it…"

"What? Why?" Her husband pouted and she playfully slapped his arm.

She pulled him down by his long bangs, "Because they never found out what happened after the story!" she whispered into his ear.

"Oh yeah!"

The mother sweat dropped; sometimes her husband was too forgetful. She shook her head and looked at their children before clearing her throat, "Once upon a time there was a girl. She never liked attention and always blended into the crowd, so she was hardly noticed. She always remained in the shadow of her twin, who loved attention and always stood out. It was their sixteenth birthday when it all happened…"

Riku Harada opened the door to her room; carefully balancing her armload of birthday presents, and closed the door behind her with her foot and set all of her the present down. She looked at the presents with a little bit of disappointment. They were great presents really, but they were things Risa would want.

She felt a bit hurt at the thought, but then again, she was used to this treatment. When they were younger Risa wanted toys, Riku wanted books and in the end they would have toys. Risa wanted attention, Riku wanted knowledge; Risa would receive attention, Riku would be left alone; Risa was the feminine beauty, Riku was the plain tomboy.

Riku took off her black sandals and plopped onto her bed sighing. Her short copper hair fanned across the pillow as her amber eyes closed. Her cold necklace rested against her collarbone and the bells clinked together. Her twin always shadowed her wants and needs.

She opened her eyes a little; the only thing Riku and her sister had in common was their face. Risa had long silky chocolate colored hair and Riku had short caramel hair. Risa had glittering orbs of honey that were flashing flirtatiously at every boy that passed, making them blush; Riku had wide amber eyes that shined with independence and innocence. Only a few guys had a crush on Riku, but they were only the ones that Risa had rejected.

Riku turned to her head to stare at the presents.

Cosmetics, hair products, jewelry, girly lamps, posters of handsome actors/singers, girly/boy band CDs, fancy dresses… everything her twin sister wanted, and had, she received also.

Small tears fell from her eyes. Her so-called "friends" didn't know a thing about her! She pressed her face into the pillow. They only knew her sister. When Risa was sick people worried about her, when she was injured people coddle her, when she accomplished something people praised her about it. More tears came… When Riku was sick she was just given medicine and pity, when she was injured people just gave her a bandage and walked away, when she accomplished something people wouldn't care. But, every time it happened she would just grin and bear it.

Riku loved Risa very dearly. But ever since her sister became more popular, they've grown apart. They hardly even talked anymore, even in their own house! She sobbed silently into her pillow. Even her parents adored Risa more than they cared for Riku! Her thoughts were interrupted when a warm breeze passed by her. She ignored it, but when it came a second time it felt like ghostly fingers make a gesture to sooth her on her back. So out of curiosity she turned her head to where the comforting wind came. "Riku" her name drifted into her ears as the ghostly fingers rubbed her tear stained cheeks. The weeping girl quickly sat up and wiped her tears away. She quickly scanned her room for any intruders, but instead spotted an unfamiliar book on her desk.

She stood up, on shaky legs, and walked to her desk. She sat down onto the chair and turned the lamp on to observe the book. She gasped silently at the dusty leather bound book that was torn at the seams. She blew the dust off and stared in awe at the silver lettering of fine hiragana. She slowly read the title aloud, "The Sacred Maiden" Riku's eyes widened as they glowed faintly before settling back into fine silver letterings. She opened the book nevertheless with trembling fingers.

As she slowly flipped through the first two pages she noticed that there wasn't an author or authoress name, and also no table of contents. Shrugging it off as a typo, she read the first few pages aloud, taking no notice that names were not used A young girl whom not really many cared about because her younger sister wanted everything, but all the girl would do is grin and bear it like she would. The only difference between the girl in the book and her was there was an unknown man who was watching the girl from afar and she didn't. Riku thanked the heavens for that, because she'd rather be alone than stalked. Hey, she's off better lonely than raped, thank you very much!

Her eyes felt tired and heavy before she could start the second chapter and decided to go to sleep, even though it was only nine. She unclipped her beautiful white gold pendant from her necklace and slipped it in the book and went to her closet to change. She changed her vertically striped lime green oxford shirt to a red t-shirt with a white square in the middle. Riku slipped off her green skirt and long white socks and into a pair of yellow shorts. She went into the bathroom and dumped her clothes into the hamper and closed the door when she walked out. She grabbed her new yet old book and turned off all the lights.

Riku snuggled under the sheets of her already mussed bed from before, and clutched the book to her heart, softly fingering the bookmark/pendant. It was a gift she treasured dearly from her deceased grandmother, Rika Harada. Her grandmother was the only person who could understand and actually care for her. She treated Riku like everyone treated Risa. Riku always asked her to stop spoiling her, but her grandmother would just hug her and say, "But everyone spoils Risa, why can't I spoil you?" So her grandmother continued to care for her and give Riku the happiest memories of her life. It was on her tenth birthday that she received the beautiful necklace.

It was a white gold pendant in the shape of angel wings with the words,

"The wicked flaws of man may be seen through wisdom. Others see a tempting illusion that lures them into sin. -Anonymous,"

The words were embossed in a beautiful calligraphy on the wings in a metallic violet. The two strings were made of light blue silk twined together. The five beads were made from pure emerald and sapphire, shaped into moons (sapphires) and stars (emeralds), and lined in a certain pattern. At the end of the silk strings were small crystal bells, one to each end.

The young woman traced along her throat and felt the warm white gold chain that once belonged to her grandmother. Rika had the pendant specially made so that Riku could use it as a bookmark and as an accessory. The clip was where the two wings joined, and the jewels and string were always attached to ends of each wing. If it wasn't clipped onto the necklace, jingling merrily whenever she moved, then it was slipped between book pages.

Her eyes slowly drifted closed and soon was fast asleep dreaming a peaceful dream instead of a black void. As she breathed evenly the book in her embrace began to glow vaguely lavender before it slipped from her grasp as if someone carefully took it from her and set itself on the desk soundlessly. Her light blue drapes blew as a breeze wisped into her room. The book flipped open to the last page of the first chapter and the texts blazed in gold.

The breeze flipped through more pages to reveal blank paper yet the bells on Riku's necklace didn't ring. The pages fluttered back and forth and soon there was neat printed text from the second chapter to the third. The newly formed words glowed and a shadowed figure walked into the room from the balcony doors. The figure was of a man clad in black head to toe and silent as the wind. His hair was wild and unruly while his amethyst eyes pierced through the darkness of the room with onyx wings attached from his back. With long soundless strides against the plush white carpet, he neared the still figure that was tucked comfortably under a light blue comforter.

It was a full moon and her skin illuminated from the soft silvery light of the moon. The man smiled fondly as his eyes swirled to the color of fine red wine, and kneeled down to take a closer look. His breathing must have tickled her because the young woman's eyes fluttered open with a soft groan. Only to be greeted by the most breath-taking man she had ever laid eyes on… (A/n: (shiver) What's gotten into me! I'm being nice to Dark-chan! Warning manga 1 spoiler up ahead!)

He had long wild plum locks that framed his finely chiseled face with a black stud in his left ear. The dark red wine orbs he had seemed to intoxicate her by the second. His skin was lightly bronzed while fingerless black gloves covered his hands. His body was clothed in an open black trench coat with a white line along the opening that hugged his lean frame. Underneath he had on a tight black turtleneck and black pants that concealed his long sturdy legs.

When Riku finally came to her senses she blushed a bright red and held her pillow close to her. The man seemed to be a bit nervous at her stiffened state and felt a cold sweat trickle down his brow and onto his smooth cheek "Ah…" He didn't really expect this to happen and tried to explain, "Hey… Uh… it's not what you… I mean… I…" His unfortunate stuttering made him seem even more suspicious.

Before he could stutter any more words she started screaming, "PERVERT! GET AWAY FROM ME!"

She hurled the pillow she was clutching and it hit him smack dab on the face. He let out a muffled, "Aaagh!"

A stuffed animal flew into the air as the two continued to get at each other. Riku tried to fight off the man and he tried to quiet her as her arms flailed alarmingly, "But I'm… I'm not really!" The girl paid no attention to him. He grabbed her wrists and trapped them both next to her head, one on each side, but she continued to squirm, "Quiet down for a second!" His panicked voice reached deaf ears.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! I'LL SCREAM FOR HELP! CREEP! Aaah…" The man leaned down and captured her lips with his firmly to silence her. Riku's eyes widened in shock and she stopped all movement, too surprised to even make a sound. The man released her mouth and gazed down at her with mauve eyes, before he flew away.

The shocked girl quickly sat up, 'What… Just happened?' She scanned her room, seeming oblivious of the scattered black feathers strewn across her bed and that she no longer had the book, '...I must be dreaming…' With shaky breaths she calmed herself and fell back asleep; the mysterious man, with wine red eyes that deepened into dark amethyst, haunting her dreams.

As she slept the feathers around her glowed violet, they levitated and flew to the open book. As the feathers glowed brighter they were absorbed into the pages, like stones in water, and vanished. The book glowed violet before the light transferred to the sleeping body. Another breeze came in and the pages flipped and filled with more text.

Riku sighed as she walked to her shoe locker and changed from her sneakers to her school shoes. She took her bag and walked up to her homeroom. When she slid the door open, she noticed there was a crowd around her sister's seat… as usual… With another deep sigh, she plopped into her chair. Looking around to see if anyone was watching her, she pulled out the leather book and opened it to where the bookmark was. She set her bookmark in her pocket, quietly, and set her attention to the second chapter. It was a chapter of the girl's flashbacks, which sounded much like hers…

The girl winced slightly as the knife accidentally slipped a bit from her grip and sliced her forefinger. The thin cut stung and chilled. Biting her lip, she examined the wound on her finger and saw that it was pretty bit deep and bleeding very badly. She frowned and put some antiseptic on it before covering it with a bandage. A few seconds later it seemed to have bled through and quickly changed the bandage once more.

The girl quickly resumed her duties of cooking dinner for her family. The sharp utensil almost slipped again as she heard a shrill shriek. She set the knife down and dashed to where it came from: the living room.

She saw her sister crying her eyes out while her parents tried to calm her. When her mother spotted her she glared at the older daughter, "What are you doing? Can't you see your poor sister is suffering? Hurry up and get the antiseptic and bandages to treat her!"

The older daughter cringed at her mother's words, but complied, nonetheless. She quickly got the medicine and bandages that she just used and shooed her parents away to treat her younger sister's wound.

"What happened, little sister?" she asked in a kind voice.

The younger sister glared at the elder and thrust her injured finger into the face of her sister, "Big sister, are you blind? I JUST GOT A PAPER CUT!" Tears began to form in her eyes as the smallest speck of blood formed along the cut, "OW! It hurts so badly! Oh, no! I'm bleeding! I'm going to die from blood loss!" Tears ran down her face in rivers. The older sister sighed and treated her sister without her knowing, "I think I'm going to," she was cut off when she spotted the bandage on her forefinger, "Oh… never mind…"

As the older sister cleaned up the supplies her younger sister narrowed her eyes as she spotted the bandage on her older sister's finger, "What is it?" the elder asked in confusion.

"Why do you have a bandage on your finger?" the younger sister nodded her head in the direction of her sister's forefinger, "It can't possibly be as bad as mine!"

The elder laughed nervously, "Well, you see… I cut myself when I was chopping the vegetables for dinner."

The younger glared at the elder and stood up abruptly, "Okay, I know you're lying! There's no way you could have cut yourself on the same finger as I did! You must've snuck it on to copy me when I wasn't looking!"

"But… little sister," She was cut off as her sibling ripped off her bandage and stormed away. The elder whimpered as a few ruby red drops slowly seeped from her finger. She moved her hand to get the things again, but winced when her slightly mended wound opened and blood oozed from the deep cut quickly. Her eyes widened as she noticed it was falling faster than it was when she received it. She tried to use her other hand to open the kit but found it difficult as her vision blurred. Because of the quick blood loss, the elder felt the world blackening.

She heard a quick, "Oh my goodness! What happened!" from someone who was probably her mother before she fainted. Her wounded finger lay next to her head and a small pool of blood began to form around her hand and head.

Riku shivered at the similarity of the memories, she looked at her forefinger and brushed against an almost invisible scar. Getting that cut scared her to death; she woke up on her bed with the doctor next to her, telling her to be more careful. Apparently she sliced really deep into her finger and cut a vein, causing her to bleed heavily. When the school bell rang she was snapped out of her daze. She sighed and slipped the bookmark in the place she stopped, and put book away, and looked at the board; waiting for the teacher to arrive.

Riku was dressed in a pair of comfort clothing, a clean white t-shirt and a pair of navy blue track pants with three white streaks on each side. Risa's comfort clothes were frilly dresses with many complex ribbons in confusing patterns. Riku wrinkled her nose and thought, "How is that comfortable? It makes me itchy, just thinking about it," She shrugged it off and carried her bag to her desk.

Riku worked on her homework without stopping to have to think. Sure Risa had the charm, but Riku had the brains; something that was actually useful. Riku was an A to B+ student, her hunger for knowledge had paid off in the end after all. Risa, on the other hand, was a C+ to F student. She was always used to batting her eyes, and using puppy pouts, to get things her way but it never worked on the teachers.

Riku finished quickly and closed her history book. She put all her work away and pulled out her old leather-bound book. She opened to the page with the bookmark was and changed it back into a necklace before she began reading, ignorant to her bedroom door opening and that a shadowed figure slipped into her room.

But, what she did notice was that the last six words on the last page of the second chapter were very odd. Riku traced her fingers over the lettering to see that it was embodied so she could actually feel the lettering. Her brow creased into a frown and she read the text aloud, "And so her new life began…" After reading the words aloud, they began to glow gold.

Riku gasped and stood up to run, but only collided with her twin sister, Risa; resulting in both girls falling onto their butts, and the book onto Riku's lap. "Hey, Riku what are you," Risa was cut off when her sister began to glow gold and screamed before she disappeared, "Riku!" Risa grabbed the book and she too began to glow before she screamed and disappeared.

The book fell to the floor with a thud and the pages fluttered as a cool breeze blew past the book, soft jingling could be heard as the wind blew the book closed.

A carp in the koi pond jumped out of the water before falling back into the water with its small family. Droplets of crystal followed the orange and white fish. The garden, filled with magnificent flowers far and wide and surrounded the pond, sparkled beautifully from the early morning dew.

There was a simple white marble bench that had two cherubs beautifully sculpted on the upper back. It was cold, but there was a man occupying it. He slowly stood up and dusted himself off. He took long steps to the fountain that was in the middle of the garden, and stared at the glittering waters.

The fountain was a monumental Italian baroque, hand carved, solid white marble, one tier fountain with a grouping of spouting horses supporting a large round bowl lifting a muscled mythological god of the sea, Neptune, holding his trident, a large spouting dolphin swirled about his legs. Rosettes accented the angular coping at every turn, which did nothing but enhance the overall beauty of the fountain. The benches were set to face the fountain and were placed at the north, south, east, and west points.

A light breeze blew from the east and through the peaceful scenery, and swept his long plum bangs back. A white light shot from the sky and fell into the garden. The man gasped and jogged to where the light landed.

There, in a patch of daisies mixed with white carnations, was a curled up Riku Harada under an orange blossom tree, and (oddly) with a few oak leaves around her body, her short locks splayed on her cheeks. While in a patch of foxgloves, next to her, Risa slept under a Judas tree which was also near some shrubs of mock oranges, her long chocolate hair created a halo.

There was a light crunching sound that stirred Riku a bit before she fell asleep again. The man who made the noise continued to walk towards the two girls. Amethyst eyes inspected the two girls closely; they flashed with recognition as the landed on Riku, but glazed with suspicion as they landed on Risa.

His hair was still long and wild as the night before, his eyes like amethyst this time, a small white gold crown in the shape of two angel wings graced his head; it was joined in the back and they spread and curled until the tip of the wings touched each other at the middle of his forehead the whiteness of it clashed with the darkness of his clothes and his untamed plum locks.

A deep violet sleeveless robe, with many magnificent silver embroideries, hung from his broad shoulders showing the tight flared long sleeved black turtleneck which clung to his skin, a black leather belt, with a silver buckle, was wrapped around his waist with a sword hanging on his right, the robe stopped an inch above his knees, his long legs were concealed in baggy black pants tucked into his dark brown leather knee boots.

He carefully inspected the flowers that seemed to bloom around Riku. When he was younger, his mother taught him flower language, to help him after stress-filled lessons.

White Carnations: sweet and lovely, innocence, pure love, women's good luck gift; Daisies: innocence, loyal love, purity, faith, cheer, simplicity; Orange Blossom: wisdom, purity, eternal love, your purity equals your loveliness; Oak leaves: bravery.

His eyes shifted to crimson as a wide grin split on his face, but as soon as he turned his gaze to Risa his eyes darkened to cold amethyst and his lips thinned into a frown.

The flowers around her were horrible signs. Foxgloves: insincerity; the Judas tree: unbelief, betrayal; Mock Oranges… A scowl marred the man's face as the meaning came to mind… Deceit…

The man looked at Riku and smiled serenely before he turned around and went into the white castle behind the garden. A few minutes after the mysterious man's departure, two servants who wore simple white cotton sleeveless shirts with loose untied strings that crisscrossed a few times in a small "V" that was cut nicely onto their clothes tucked into loose beige colored cotton pants with a brown leather belt around their waist, and black walking shoes, looked at the twins and their eyes widened at the site of the flowers that were never there before. They shook their heads and swiftly picked up the twins and went inside the castle.

As they passed the amethyst-eyed man they asked where they should set the twins, he smiled and replied, "Set the one found under the orange tree in the chamber next to mine." When they asked about Risa his eyes sparked with a bit of annoyance, but it quickly disappeared, as did his smile. He turned his back to them and began to walk to the throne room. As the heels of his boots clipped against the white and black swirled marble floor, he flicked his hand into the air, "The chamber farthest from mine." The servants bowed at their lord's back, silently wondering how he could wear such clothes in the late spring.

They put the two girls in the rooms their lord had assigned for them and left. The yellow silk drapes of an open window, in Riku's room, blew as a breeze came in and caressed her face. When the wind settled down, her door opened and the amethyst-eyed man walked in, closing the door behind him. He silently walked to her bedside and kneeled next to her bed. The violet drained from his eyes, which left them the color of fine wine as they watched her sleep, observing her.

Her head was tilted the other way, but he could see that she had peachy skin and full dark pink lips; her long lashes stroked her smooth cheeks. He reached out and ran his slender fingers through her short silk-like hair. He could still remember, from the night before, how her beautiful brandy eyes darkened to a bronze color in surprise, embarrassment, and anger. He shivered in excitement as he remembered how her orbs flashed with inner fire.

He was snapped out of his daze as she turned her head towards him. His gaze softened as they landed on the sleeping maiden. Her soft breathing hypnotized him. He breathed in deeply and her scent soothed him, the smell of spring and sweet pears. He brushed some stray locks away from her face and brushed his lips against her supple cheek.

Dark lashes fluttered against pale skin and brandy eyes groggily opened. Riku groaned and put her right hand on her forehead. She propped herself up on her left elbow and looked around the room with the thought, 'Where am I?' running through her head. Her eyes landed on the man kneeling at her bedside and her eyes widened as pink tinted the cheeks he had just kissed.

The man's eyes widened as he looked at the now-awake female. He knew he probably didn't leave a very good first impression, so he had an inkling something bad was going to happen. He thought right; since Riku was a girl, she did the first thing a girl would do if she saw the stranger that stole her first kiss from one night ago…

She screamed…

TBC

Tenshi: (hums a tune) … What? The story's over… GO TO THE SECOND CHAPTER ALREADY!

Kage: 0.0; R&R if you want… mumbles Which they probably don't wanna do now TENSHI!

Tenshi: (whistles innocently)