Disclaimer- I do NOT own D.N.Angel, Yukiru Sugisaki does. I only own Story Shindo.

Broken Angels

Despair

Emiko Niwa strode into the hallway and smiled at her beloved son.

"Dai-kun, how did your date go?" she asked in her honey voice.

Daisuke wasn't paying attention. He was watching the strange girl intently.

"Yeah, I'm a Niwa," he told her as he sat down in front of her, "Who are you?"

Emiko froze in her place, her eyes wide with surprise. Daisuke didn't sound at all like himself. In fact, he sounded more like someone who had been gone for a long time. He sounded like Dark Mousy.

"My name is Shindo Story…." she said as she held her torso in pain. Her jet black hair grew longer and changed to shiny silver.

Daisuke gave her a small, involuntary, smile. He didn't feel like smiling because of the day he just had. Another, strange happening was that he wanted Dark to take over, although he knew it was impossible. "This looks like a familiar scene." He said to himself with a small chortle.

"What are you talking about?" Story asked as her voice changed from childish to a grown woman's.

"Nothing…." He said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Are you feeling any better now?"

"Hai; arigato." She replied.

"Good." He stood up and held out a hand to help her up. She took it and Daisuke pulled her to her feet.

Daisuke turned to lead her down the hall and into the living room when he met his mother's startled eyes.

"Mom!" Daisuke cried in shock. Emiko noticed that he finally had his own voice back. "Gomennasai, I didn't see you!" He looked at Story, then back at his mother. "Mom, this is Shindo Story. When I found her, she was in pain. So I brought her here, hoping you or Towa-chan could help her. Then she started changing and—… I guess she's just like me."

"O-Oh," Emiko stuttered. Daisuke my have sounded like himself, but his eyes… they changed into a dark violet color before her. She gave her head a little shake and smiled warmly. "Well, come on in. We'll get you some warm cloths, Shindo-chan."

"Please, call me Story." She insisted.

Daisuke and Story followed his mother into the living room and motioned toward a couch. "Have a seat." Daisuke suggested. Story obeyed and waited for someone to say something.

"Towa-chan!" Emiko called and a silver-haired, milky-green-eyed girl appeared into view.

"Yes?" she asked kindly with a soft expression on her features.

"Can you please get these two dry towels? And something warm to drink?" she asked politely.

"Of course!" she said and disappeared to fetch what she was asked to get.

At this moment, Daisuke's father looked over the newspaper at Story. "Who's this?" he asked, obviously dumbfounded by how odd she looked.

Daisuke didn't respond, instead, he left the room and returned with an old fashioned, hand held mirror. He handed it to Story and sat across from her on the coffee table.

"Look into it. Tell me if you recognize yourself." He ordered. Story, utterly confused about what was going on, looked into the mirror. Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth to muffle a small scream that she let out.

"What happened top me?" she demanded Daisuke. "What did you do to me? Tell me!"

"I didn't do anything." Daisuke gave her a little smirk. "Shindo…. Ji-chan mentioned your family to me once. It's obvious to me you have the same curse that the Niwa family has."

"What are you talking about?" she cried.

"Ever hear of the Phantom Thief Dark?" Daisuke asked.

"Yeah, he was around a few years ago. Then he disappeared without a trace." Story said. "But, what does that have to do with what happened to me?"

"I used to be Dark. I would change into him," Daisuke explained, "when ever I felt romantic."

"'Used to'?" Story repeated, bewildered.

"Hai, he disappeared after the large earthquake. Remember when they issued the evacuation order?" Story nodded. "Well, Dark and this other… 'angel' called Krad had this fight. Afterwards, they both vanished. I don't remember much of it myself, I wasn't there, really. I didn't see what happened."

Towa-chan reappeared with warm, fluffy, white towels and wrapped them around Daisuke and Story's shoulders. She then departed, yet again, to get the drinks.

"So, I'm just like you." Story said slowly. "But… I still don't understand why I have to change…."

"Maybe Ji-chan knows!" Emiko piped up. "Unfortunately, he's sleeping; you'll have to wait until morning. You can come back whenever!" she said happily. "Daisuke will be here all morning, unless he's doing something with Riku-chan."

At the mention of Riku's name, Daisuke flinched. It pained him to hear her name. "I won't be doing anything with Harada-san for a while, mom." He said quietly.

"Oh; why not?" Emiko asked with worry in her voice.

Daisuke didn't answer immediately. He was still trying to get over the fact about what happened. "I just… won't be…."

Emiko looked at her son intently, expecting him to say more. When he didn't she looked back at Story. "Where do you live? If you want, Sosuke will drive you home."

Story looked at her hands. She didn't remember painting her fingernails light purple, and yet, they were. "I don't live anywhere at the moment…." She said in a small voice. "I was just evicted from my apartment this afternoon."

"Well, in that case, you can share a room with Towa-chan!" Emiko insisted. Towa, who had just reentered the room holding warm tea, stood frozen, looking awfully confused.

"That is—" Sosuke added hastily, "If Towa-chan's okay with sharing a room."

"That's just fine!" Towa said brightly, handing Daisuke and Story their drinks. "I've been feeling lonely anyway!"

"Wait a minute… what about the rest of you're family?" Daisuke asked.

Story looked away. "After Oto-san (A/N: Please tell me if this is wrong, I'll make it right in other chapters!) died, only my Aunt Sakota would take me. The only reason I was allowed in my grandparents' home was because of their son. Oto-san loved me so much…. He said I looked just like my mother. He died when I was nine and my aunt took me in. then she became ill and died. Both my father and Aunt gave me enough to get by for a few years. I had to get a job when I was twelve. I was fired last week, and I was already low on my rent. So, when the land lord figured found out, he left me homeless…."

"Oh my," Emiko gasped. "Well, in that case, stay as long as you need to!"

"Are you sure?" Story asked uncertainly. "I don't want to be a burden…."

"Of course I'm sure! Anyway, I've needed a little more help around the house…" Emiko said thoughtfully.

"That is," Sosuke said with a sweat drop rolling down his temple at his wife's hopelessness. "If you feel you need to do anything to stay. You don't have to…."

"Arigato…." Story said, tears of thankfulness swimming in her eyes.

Slowly, Daisuke watched as she turned back to normal; her hair becoming shorter, her eyes turning into the vivid green color, and her size becoming smaller.

In this fanfiction, I'm going to be using a lot of Japanese because I saw most of the episodes in Japanese off of the internet. I wanted to base it more off of the manga, but I only have read volumes 1-4 and 7.

Can anyone tell me if at the end of the DNAngel manga, the Harada twins know about Daisuke and Satoshi? You know, about being Dark and Krad?

Here are some Japanese words I'll be using, or have used.

Hai- yes

Arigato- thank you; thanks

Gomennasai- I'm sorry

Gomen- Sorry

Ji-chan- Grandpa; Grandfather

Oto-san- Father (I think, tell me if it's wrong please! T.T)

D.A.

-DNA&FMA&HP Fanatic 4Eva