So… I uh… haven't updated in… well… a really long time.
Oops?
You can flame if you want! I would love flames! So far, no matter how many times I say it, I haven't gotten any, even though I have tons of typos and poor writing skills in both of my stories that I never update…
Anywho! No need for me to keep on going on about myself. Onto the suckish story!
Disclaimer: I don't own DN Angel… or Daisuke. No matter how much I want to…
Daisuke woke up gasping for air. His chest felt so heavy. He opened his eyes and became almost immediently disoriented. It took him a moment to realize what was wrong. Aside from the fact that he could hardly breathe, that is. It was the walls.
In his room the walls were pale blue, almost white, but here they were a deep, rich, mahogany wood.
He sat bolt upright as this realization struck him, which he instantly regretted with a passion. The weight left Daisuke's chest in the form of Satoshi's head hitting the bed. Unfortunately, th weight was replaced by a severe stabbing pain in his midriff. He fell back onto the pillows, moaning.
Satoshi's, of course, was jolted awake by his sudden shift in position. His head jerked up in a swift motion.
"Huh?... Oh! Daisuke, you're awake!"
Daisuke tried to nod, but his head was throbbing, and he found himself quite incapable of moving.
"I'm sorry, but I don' have any painkillers. I did my best fixing you up, but I really should take you to a hospital."
"No." Daisuke gasped out. He didn't know why, but he felt that he should stay right where he was. "What day is it?"
"It's Sunday."
Daisuke blinked. Had he really been asleep that long? The last thing he remembered was leaving his date with Riku and then... Nothing.
"Did you call my parents?"
"No. I don't know your phone number."
"Oh... Good." And with that, Daisuke promtly fell back asleep.
Daisuke...
Daisuke's eyes opened. He could hear some kind of music. It was chaotic and beautiful and barely more than a whisper in his ears. He wished he could ear it better. He felt that he would go insane unless he could hear it properly. (Or maybe that's just me O.o) He knew that he had to find its source if it were the last thing he did.
"Where do you think you're going?" Dark's voice demanded as Daisuke sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, careful not to hit Satoshi.
"Out." Daisuke's voice was monotonous, and his eyes were misty.
"You stay right where you are."
Daisuke ignored Dark's command and slowly walked over to the window, where the music was louder.
Dark marveled at the fact that Daisuke had yet to experience any pain in his wounded legand stomach.
"Daisuke!" Dark called. "There's something strange about all of this. You need to go back to bed."
"But I'm going to listen to the music, Dark." Daisuke replied in a dead voice.
Dark decided to go about this with a different approach.
"Well, how do you plan to get there? Hmm?"
Use your wings... called the voice that had woken him.
"That's right. I'll use my wings" He replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What w--" Dark was cut off as Crimson wings exploded from Daisuke's shoulders, sending bits of shirt, skin, and blood flying through the air.
Daisuke then jumped out the window, no longer able to hear Dark's shouts. He flew for several minutes covering a decent amount of distance, while the music grw louder and louder, drowning out all of Daisuke's senses. Then, suddenly, the music stopped.
Daisuke's other senses began to retun only to be washed away again by a wave of unimaginable pain. It was overwhelming. The red-head's vision quickly blackened, and he plummeted from the sky.
When Daisuke came to, he felt a strange tingling, prickling every inch of his flesh. He slowly and painfully struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on his uninjured leg and panting from the effort.
"Dark..." he hesitantly called.
He recieved no reply.
"Dark? Dark!"
Once again, there was no answer.
A feeling of cold dread washed through the boy as he comprehended that Dark was gone. He was all alone.
But the most horrible thing of all was when Daisuke felt breath on the back of his neck and realized that he was not.
Cliffhangers... I do love them.
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