Waiting

By: Lady Lethe

Disclaimer: I no own DNAngel!

Naru-chan: I hope you enjoy this story. It came to me from nowhere, but…I think it sounds good. Be patient and you'll figure out the mystery of what happened so long ago.

Prologue: Who Am I?

Memories…faint, beyond the pane of glass. The more I try to reach out…and draw them back…the deeper…and deeper…they sink. So do I really want to remember them? Or…do I want to seal them away? –Shinji from Evangelion

You're probably wondering who I am. That would make the two of us. I would love to tell you, but I don't remember. When I "woke up", all I knew was that I was dead.

I found myself in a silent room. The walls were blue, but obviously untaken care of, as some of it had been beginning to chip off. There was a worn out, old bed, empty spaces where furniture, I inferred, had been. There's a white carpet surrounding the room.

The only thing in this room that really kept me here was a painting. It was a painting of snow…or rather, a snowy place…where it snowed. Something like that. I've been intrigued by it ever since I saw it. It seems that it would be a sad picture since it was mainly white, blue, and black, but…it isn't. It gives me a warm feeling inside. I've often wondered who painted it…and why I was in a room with it.

I went into the bathroom and found that I could see myself. When I reached down to pick up a broken brush on the floor, I discovered that I could. But no, I somehow knew I was dead. The fact that I was floating over the ground really tipped me off. Not to mention I could hold my breath for…well, forever.

Let's get back to my appearance. I'm not that old (or should I say when I died I wasn't that old?). I think I was fourteen when I died. I don't know how old I should be now, since I don't really have a calenderer and dates seem to escape you when you have nothing to do all the time. I have short, rather dark, caramel hair. I think it's somewhat pretty and suits me. I don't really… "change" clothes, but it's not as if I'm always wearing blood-splattered clothes neither. I just think of what I want to be wearing, and it's on me. But actually on that day, in the bathroom, I was wearing a white dress. It had lots of lace on it, and red ribbons as adornments. It's my favorite outfit, in fact. I don't know why I'm so attached to it.

I know my name's Riku. I only think that anyway, because on the door of this room is a duck with the name "RIKU" hanging on a nail, and since I was in this room…I guess I'm Riku.

Ah, that's all I know about my past, but I do know that I'm a rather stubborn and blunt person since I always speak my mind. To an extent, of course, since I only speak to myself. No one else is around here. I sometimes sped my time wandering around the mansion I'm in. Yes, a mansion. It's old, a little out of order, but beautiful nonetheless. Why did the people who once lived here leave? Maybe it had to do with my death, but I don't know.

I can go anywhere I want to- in other words, leave this place, but I have nowhere else to go. It's not as if I can really do anything if I go anywhere else. I don't know why I'm not in "heaven" or "hell" either. Maybe I have some unfinished business here. Too bad I don't know what it is so I can just rest in peace. So…I guess you can say I "haunt" this place...wherever it is.

You know, there are many things we take for granted in this life. Yeah, I know, you're expecting a long lecture about how stupid we all are for not enjoying life to the fullest and blahdy blah blah. But no, I'm not going to give you one because I know you're not going to listen anyway. So what's the point of my wasting my breath? That is…not that I'm breathing anymore. Well, I suppose I'm able to say that since I'm dead. The dead don't breath. Like I said, I checked. Yeah, now I'm just repeating myself.

Anyway, as I was saying, there are many things we take for granted. I think when I was alive I wanting to skip class, wanting to just sleep, wanting to do anything except ANYTHING (I'm only guessing what that had been like since sometimes I spend my time in a different room, with plenty of books to pass the time). Now that I find myself in a silent place, with nothing to do, I find it funny that I feel like complaining. You people who are alive would probably wish for what I have, but you really don't.

I think I'm waiting to go somewhere-where that is I have yet to find out. I wonder why it is that I'm waiting…there's such a feeling of emptiness is around me. Who am I waiting for? I feel like calling out someone's name. But that name I don't know. I barely know my own name.

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Naru-chan: What do you think? PLEASE tell me! T.T Review, review, review! It may seem a bit blank for now, but…it's not REALLY chapter one, so…