Hello everyone! I'm having a bit of a writer's spree this week, and have written so many stories, so I'm trying to share as many of them with you as possible! This particular story is about a change in the relationship between Riku and Dark, from D.N.Angel. It's an interesting concept, and you might be a bit confused in the beginning, but I'll clear it up for you in later chapters! And please review! I don't mind if you hate my story, just as long as you tell me why. I want to learn from criticism. By the way, I don't own any of the characters, the story, or anything else I may use in these stories.

Chapter One: Convince Me

"Riku…?" he whispered from the shadows. I stopped in my tracks, but didn't turn to look in his direction- I couldn't. The pain in his eyes would be too unbearable.

" What?" I asked, shivering slightly. Snow fell from the sky, sticking to my hair.

" Please…" he started to beg, and I saw him take a step towards me from the corner of my eye. I flinched away automatically, then froze again. I wasn't used to have these feelings towards him. I caught a glimpse of his usually breathtaking face. Underneath his eyes were two charcoal-like shadows with hints or purple. His eyes were pained, as I'd expected, and there were tear stains running down his cheeks, which were pink.

" I can't, Dark…" I replied, feeling hot tears threatening to spill from my eyes. He looked so pathetically heartbroken- all because of me. Even his violet locks seemed to droop with his depression.

" But I need you, Riku. I need you!" he said, slightly infuriated. I remembered the night he'd first let those words slip, a night so long ago in my memory, yet so clear. Against my better judgment, I had allowed him to hide from the police in my room, him sitting against my wall, me lying in my bed, unable to fall asleep. We didn't talk much, we were just there, strangely basking in each other. We'd occasionally glance at one another, the look in his eyes when I caught him peering up at me made a lump come into my throat. His eyes weren't full of lust or a silent perverted thought- just adoration. So adoringly, in fact, that I couldn't believe I'd one considered him a disgusting pervert. He had caught me like a fish and reeled me to him. Now I understood why Risa was so addicted to him- he was addicting. So mysterious, so beautiful, so broken. I wasn't used to the attention, because Risa was usually the one guys couldn't take their eyes off. It felt so good to be with Dark, because somehow I knew that he wouldn't take his eyes off of me even if all the playboy bunnies showed up at once.

" What about Daisuke? What about Risa? We're stepping on so many people to make this work, and we both know that it's going to have to end." I said, my voice shaking. I still refused to looks at him, because I knew that if I did, I would lose my prerogative.

" I don't care, Riku. It doesn't have to end. I don't want it to. I don't want anyone else in this world but you." He said, and again I was in his arms, again he barged through the walls around my heart that I had once considered my best defense.

" This is so wrong, Dark. Daisuke must be hurting inside of you, and Risa will just die if she finds out- you know how dramatic she is!" I cried, and he nuzzled my hair, pulling me closer to him.



" But it is happening, Riku, and these feelings are real. Daisuke is accepting it, and Risa will accept it eventually, too." Dark said, stroking my surely frizzy hair.

" But that's just not fair to either of them, Dark! I love Daisuke, I really do- but it's not so much romantic anymore as it is brotherly. And Risa is my sister- I can't just go behind her back and be with the man she loves!" I exclaimed, my thought running a mile a minute.

" She'll get over it." Dark whispered.

" No, she won't." I argued, absolutely positive. Risa was damn good at holding grudges.

" She'll have to, Riku. I can't be without you." Dark said calmly, holding me at arm's length now, as if taking me in. I was so confused that I had no idea what emotions were playing across my features. He smiled weakly, and my resolution faltered once again, and I brought my lips to his in what was meant to be a light brush, but he pulled me close, crushing himself against me in a good way. When he finally let up, I felt dizzy and intoxicated- I wanted more. Quickly, a memory of my hatred for Dark flickered through my mind, but was instantly gone. I wouldn't, and couldn't, ever feel that emotion for him again.

" I don't want to hurt you, Riku." Dark said suddenly, peering into my eyes.

" Too late." I sighed, hungry for more kisses.

" We need to find a way to be together without Daisuke. It probably wouldn't hurt him as much then. I refuse to leave you." Dark said.

" Maybe leaving me would be best." It was silent as I pondered this. I was hurting so many people because of my selfishness. Not just strangers, either- the people closest to me.

" Don't even start." Dark grumbled. He grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him as he walked. I was only putty in his very capable hands.

" I will start, Dark. This is how I am. I'm not a selfish person! I can't just step all over everybody- not Daisuke or Risa or even you!" I exclaimed, my brain working again. I tore my hand from his easily, trying to ignore the startled and hurt look on his face.

" Daisuke and Risa this, Daisuke and Risa that. There is only you and me! You would never be able to hurt me if your with me- I'm happier than ever right now!" Dark replied, angry.

" Eventually you'll see that I'm not as perfect as you make me out to be." I said, grinding my teeth together to keep from both shouting and full-out bawling.

" I know you, Riku. Your short-tempered, easily embarrassed, insanely jealous, clumsy, and quite good at making assumptions and accusations. But that's why I love you, Riku. You're not anyone else- you're perfect as you are." Dark replied.

" But I'm not. I worry over my looks, my clothes, my body-" I started, but he put his hand over my mouth, his long fingers soft and warm against my cheeks.



" You're perfect." He stated, holding his hand firmly against my objection, "maybe not everyone else's definition of perfect, but to me you are." He smiled. He always knew exactly what to say.

" You really piss me off." I retorted as he removed his hand.

" I know," he replied, bringing me to him and his warmth, "but you love me anyways."

End of Chapter.

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