A/N: well, it has certainly been a long time since I've written something for this. So, this idea popped into my head a little bit ago, and I just decided to write it. Sorry if its not everything you've been expecting for this chapter. Besides, I've got something else! I've got this LiveJournal and I'm doing these tid-bits on "Lost Complex" there. But, for those who do decide to check out my LJ, may you be warned: I SPAM!!

And, Prince Raiden Ruler of thunder, I'm sorry, but I think I'll have to make Angel-chan the elder of the Hikari's. Sorry. Do you like me? Will you forgive me? (shinji-kun (from SID) quote)

Well anywho...

Disclaimer: I do not own D.N.Angel, 'cause if I did, this is what the anime would be like more...---you know, more Satoshi and less Daisuke XD

Now...

Let's go! Let's go! (again, a quote of Shinji from SID)

.:Chapter Ten : Guardian Angel:.

In the darkness of the night, walked a rather dazed looking Satoshi. He had left Miyako's house, still thinking about what she had said about Angel, about his sister.

Flashback

Satoshi finally tore his eyes away from the picture on the screen and looked over at Miyako. She had a rather earnest expression on her face.

"How did you--" Satoshi began, surprised by the fact that she had deduced that he was a Hikari.

"Angel," she said, looking at the picture, "told me everything about her family, and by that I do mean everything."

Satoshi looked at her, disbelief written all over his face. "Everything?" he repeated.

"Yes," Miyako answered, getting up and walking towards the painting of the angel. "She told me about Krad. About your family. About--" she suddenly turned and looked at Satoshi, her green eyes blazing with an unknown emotion. "--about you!"

Satoshi looked back at her, eyes widening slightly, too shocked to say anything

End Flashback

Satoshi had made an excuse, saying that it was getting really late--which was true, since it was 1am--and that he had to go home. Of course, they both knew that he had nothing to do tomorrow--no school, no police work since Dark had not sent out any of those notices--but Miyako, probably sensing Satoshi's urge to leave, just settled for the pitiful excuse and allowed him to leave.

It wasn't really that Satoshi wanted to leave, he actually would have loved to have stayed with Miyako to get to learn some more about Angel, but the shock of everything was even too much for him to handle.

No one, outside his immediate family, knew about the truth behind the death of his parents. But the fact that she had known everything--Krad, Rio (his mother), and about him being a Hikari--was all too much.

("Calm down, Satoshi-sama,") Krad cooed suddenly, his voice sounding surprisingly gentle. ("I'm sure she's just playing some mind games.")

'Yeah? But I highly doubt she is.' Satoshi thought darkly.

("What makes you say that?") Krad asked, though he already knew some of the reasons behind Satoshi's thinking. After all, Kokoro had a way of letting her personality seep into that of the person she was within.

'Miyako doesn't seem like the type to just lie about stuff that's important.'

There was silence from Krad.

("I guess you're right, Satoshi-sama.") Krad sighed. ("Just a question: When did you start calling Taketani-san, Miyako?")

Satoshi stopped. Did he really just use Miyako's first name? No. He didn't. Not even in his thoughts would he call her by her first name, even though they are his thoughts and no one, besides Krad, could actually know what he's thinking.

Satoshi, deciding it best not to say anything' He just sighed, pushed his glasses further up his nose, and continued to walk.

Krad smirked, but also decided to keep quiet. He knew what was to come, but this did not mean he wanted to tell Satoshi and spoil all of the fun in it. He would keep quiet, just to see how interesting things would turn out.

.:Somewhere In Azumano:.

Perched on a tall clock tower of a museum stood a girl, waist-long blue hair flowing in the wind, along with the girl's black skirt that reached her knees. She ran her hand through her hair, pushing her bangs out of her face, allowing her blue eyes to scan the rest of the town easier.

A slow, playful smirk formed on her face as she looked at a house she recognized from a picture that had been sent by her friend.

"Miyako, Satoshi," she sang their names with a ominous and gentle voice. "You're about to get the shock of a lifetime!"

And with that she jumped down, disappearing into the darkness.

.:The Next Day:.

Satoshi arrived later than usual that day, but not late enough to actually be considered late. He walked to his desk and was pulling out a book when two girls stopped right next to him and called him.

He did not answer, but simply looked up at the two girls, one of them looking rather red.

"Here, for you." The red-faced girl handed him a small envelope with his name on the front.

Satoshi glanced at it, then looked at the girl. "I'm sorry," he said gently, "but I'm really not interested in you."

The same girl looked at him, brown eyes wide in shock and sadness.

"Please," her friend said, determined to help the other girl get a date with the bluenette. "At least read it! It would mean a lot to her."

Satoshi stared at her for a moment. "Sorry."

"You're so cold," the dark-haired girl said to Satoshi as she pushed her broken-hearted friend away from Satoshi. "I bet you that if it weren't for your looks, no one would really like you!"

That made some of the students stare at him, waiting for a reaction from the bluenette.

"Jeez, how overdramatic!"

Satoshi looked up and saw Miyako, her hair hidden under a fuzzy, light-blue cloche. She let out a soft sigh before sitting down next to Satoshi. Everyone, noticing that they were together, looked away, only to begin to talk about the pair under their breath.

"You seem to have a lot of fan girls." Miyako stated, taking off her hat and placing it on her desk.

"I guess," Satoshi shrugged, and began reading his book.

Miyako frowned. She really didn't like his attitude. "Hiwatari-kun, quit shoving me away like that! You know you're--"

Satoshi glanced up, peering at her from the top of his book. That's when he noticed something.

"Your hair," he began, making Miyako, who was in mid-sentence, stop.

"Huh?" she blinked, confused.

"You cut it?" he said again, setting down his book to get a better look at her.

"Well, yeah," Miyako said, blushing slightly as she ran her finger through her now short and layered hair, that had bangs that were cut diagonally. "I was wondering whether or not to get it cut, but in the end I decided that I really should. The old bob cut was kind of plain."

"I think," Satoshi said, looking at her. "That you look much prettier this way."

Miyako suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. She could not believe that he had actually said such a thing, such a careless thing, such a…kind thing.

"Really?" she managed to stutter out. "Thanks."

"And," he said, a slow smirk appearing on his face, which made him seem, much to Miyako's dismay, much more attractive, in a sick kind of way. "Krad also thinks so."

"Ah!" Miyako squeaked, looking down at the space that was in between them. She felt his gaze linger on her head, but not only his--the entire class was staring at them now, apparently having heard most of their conversation.

"Whoa!" one girl cried and then whispered to her friend, "no wonder Satoshi rejected Kiko-chan," she said referring to the girl Satoshi had just said 'no' to.

"Yeah," the other girl whispered. "I can't believe he likes Taketani-chan!"

"Ah!" sighed another girl, rather sad. "She's so lucky!"

Miyako shifted under thier gaze, nervous and self-conscious.

"Would you like to go out with me later today?"

Miyako glanced up at him, green eyes wide with shock. Did Satoshi really say such a thing even though he was in front of the entire class? Did Satoshi really just ask her out?

"Why are you asking me something like this? I thought you weren't interested in dating." Miyako said, remembering that he had just rejected another girl moments before she had gotten there.

"I wasn't interested in her," Satoshi sais with a smirk.

"But you're interested in me, am I right?" she asked, sighing as she leaned back against her desk.

"Yes," Satoshi said.

"Fine," she said suddenly. "I'll go out on a date with you."

Satoshi smiled this time.

"Good."

.:After School:.

Miyako and Satoshi had made there way out of school. Though it was rather difficult for Miyako since a lot of the girls in her grade were giving her hateful remarks and evil glares. They all wanted to kill her and she knew it.

"Jeez, how boring," Satoshi sighed.

"What do you mean?" Miyako asked, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

Suddenly, before she had any idea of what was going on, Satoshi shoved her against the wall of the building that was near her. Miyako gasped out in pain, then again when she opened her eyes to see Satoshi's face millimeters away from hers.

"Hiwatari!"

"You're strange," he said.

Miyako tried to back away from him, but, obviously, could not.

"What do you mean?" Miyako asked, confused and nervous.

"You had the necklace, which could only mean--"

He was cut in mid-sentence by Miyako, who had managed to land a blow on his face. He stepped back, placing a hand on his face where she had punched him.

"Why did you do that for?" Satoshi asked, angry.

"Who the hell are you and where's Hiwatari-kun?!" Miyako snapped.

"What are you talking about?" the boy asked her, a raised eyebrow as he began to walk towards her. "I am Satoshi."

"You are not!" Miyako snapped , stepping away from the building so that he would not be able to corner her like the previous time. "The real Hiwatari would not simply ask out a girl like that!"

"What makes you sure I wouldn't?" he asked.

She stopped. It was true. While she might have gotten to know some of what Satoshi was like during the last few weeks, it did not mean that she knew everything about the boy.

"Looks like I struck a nerve," Satoshi said with a smile.

"Shut up!" Miyako screamed.

Suddenly, Satoshi was the one stuck between Miyako and a wall. He froze, staring at her for a moment. Miyako seemed rather angry, and it wasn't just because he didn't "just strike a nerve." Miyako, for the first time in a long while, seemed really, really pissed off.

"Now!" Miyako screeched, holding tightly onto Satoshi's neck and pressing him against the wall. "Where is Hiwatari!"

"How many times do I--"

"Put him down, Taketani," said a soothing voice from behind them.

Satoshi's blue eyes seemed to widen just slightly, before narrowing themselves in anger.

Miyako glanced over her shoulder and her eyes widened as she saw a familiar face.

"You!"

.:End of Chapter:.

A/N: Okay, that was cut rather short (is slightly annoyed with myself). I don't think I'll be able to sleep at night knowing that I wrote something so short. Either way, it was either end there and leave you guys on a cliffhanger, or continue and spoil it all. So I went with the obvious choice. Now, review or flame or whatever, just don't be shy!!

Aha----n! (quote from Mao-kun who is also from SID)