Title: Journey
Summary: The rain poured down on his head as he stared at the four corpses in front of him, two being his parents and the other two his best friends. What…What in the world had happened? How did this happen. How could he have let this happen? It wasn't my fault! I tried...I tried to save them! Came the melodic voice of the black-winged boy who shared his body.
Prologue:
At one time, I had been Phantom Dark. I had flown through pitch skies and stole cursed artwork on wings of jet. But now that time was over. I had finally obtained my sacred maiden, and she was in pain right now; so much pain, delivering our child into this world. The doctor had made me leave and stand out in the hall, where I was now pacing. My mother sat calmly on a bench next to the door, but the way she was wringing her hands, I could tell she was nervous as well.
The doctor walked out then, a gloomy expression upon his face. My eyes widened and I rushed up to him, "Is she ok?" I asked. The doctor took a deep breath and he looked at me; his eyes full of sympathy and pity.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Niwa, your wife did not survive the labor. However, your son did," he told me. My eyes went even wider. Riku was dead? There…there was no way. She…she couldn't be gone. I needed her. She was the very breath I breathed. I sank to my knees in front of him and a strangled sob came from my throat.
Moments later I could feel gentle hands on my back and my mother whispering to me, but I couldn't hear her, not with the sound of my own blood rushing through my ears. But one sentence she spoke got through to me. Just the one, 'Dai. You need to take care of your son.' Were the words she spoke. I rose to my feet, as if on automatic and looked towards the doctor.
The middle-aged man walked off, understanding what I wanted. He gestured for me to follow him down the hall. He walked me to the nursery, where my son lay in his crib; his bright red hair standing out against the white blanket he lay on. He stared up at him with his mother's red-brown eyes and then he giggled, clapping his hands together.
"What will you name him?" asked the doctor. I stared down at him for a moment, so many choices running through my head. But only one stuck out. Only one would fit him.
"Raido," I said, stroking one of his cheeks with my forefinger. He would be Raido; for he would have a journey before him that no child should ever have to walk.
A/N: I will only say this for this chapter, and this chapter alone. I do NOT own D N Angel, no matter how much I wish I did. Trust me if I did….Dark never would have sealed Krad and he'd still be with us today. I, however, do own Raido. He's my unfortunate child. No touchy. -_- Also, I do not own the rights to any songs, labels, celebrities, brand names, etc that I may use in this fanfiction. If I do make something up. I will tell you that it belongs to ME. Have a nice day!