Kanako: Nothing much to say here, only that the song I chose for this chapter is Whisper - Evanessence. Enjoy the fic!

Writing like this are thoughts. Diary entries are labelled.

Writing like this is Faye's subconscious.

DISCLAIMER: I only own Faye and my own characters. Okay? Ask to borrow!

"She'll be okay, right?" Riku asked anxiously as Emiko put a cold compress on Risa's forehead.

"Right as rain in no time," Emiko confirmed cheerfully, turning to gather some more bandages from the first aid-kit and started wrapping Riku's ankle. Daisuke reached up and held Riku's hand from where he lay on one of the sofas, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on her fingers. Dark waggled his eyebrows at me from across the room and I sleepily stuck out my tongue at him from where I was curled up on the sofa, the headache tablet Emiko gave me and my adrenaline come-down exhausting me. Satoshi was getting his cuts cleaned and bandaged by Towa. Krad stood at the door silently, his entire frame stiff, his golden eyes missing nothing.

Which reminded me.

"What are you doing hanging out with us Blondie?" I asked, flinching when his icy gaze landed on me, "Last I checked, you didn't exactly like any of us."

"I almost forgot!" Emiko exclaimed suddenly making everyone jump, "Dark, Krad, Faye; if you don't mind."

She gestured to a small door on the other side of the room and we followed her obediently, going down a curving staircase into a circular room that looked really creepy, as it was lit up by a few flaming torches. I shivered, nudging closer to Dark. Something in the room was making me nervous - really nervous.

"You alright, kitten?" Dark asked, frowning. I shook my head.

"This room freaks me out," I mumbled. He quirked a brow.

"How so?" Krad cut in.

"I...-It just...it feels - wrong," I fumbled with my words, clutching Dark's sleeve. The two halves of the Black Wings glanced at each other, just as Emiko entered the room, wearing a black robe with long, flowing sleeves and carrying a twisted rod of gold in her hands.

"Krad, Dark," she said, her voice lacking its usual cheer. The two angels nodded, and Dark slipped his arm out of my grip to kneel on the floor in front of me; Krad uncrossing his arms and copying, although reluctantly. They both held out their right hand, palm down, towards me, one on top of the other.

"Faye, you too," Emiko ordered, her eyes serious and determined. Confused, I obeyed, repressing a shiver when my fingers came in contact with Krad's cold, gloved hand. Emiko then held out the gold rod over our clasped hands.

"Dark, do you swear to assist Krad in ridding himself of this artwork, doing everything in your power to help him?" she asked him solemnly.

"I swear," Dark answered, his face as serious as I'd ever seen it. Emiko turned her gaze on his golden counterpart.

"Krad, do you swear to uphold your end of this bargain and not harm any of the people involved - including Faye?"

"I swear," he snapped, his golden eyes blazing with anger. I winced inwardly; go figure the only time his eyes showed any warmth was when he was pissed.

"And Faye-" I snapped my gaze to Emiko's face, "Do you swear to trust these two beings entirely and unreservedly?"

"I swear," I whispered hoarsely. There was a flash of blindingly bright light and then - nothing. Emiko turned and pulled off her robe, revealing her own clothes underneath, while Krad, Dark and I separated our hands and the angels stood.

"So that's it?" I asked, rubbing my arms as we started up the stairs after Emiko and re-entered the living room, "What now?"

"Well, nothing much really, except that Dark will train you to use your magic in case you're attacked," she replied, as chirpy as if she were talking about the weather, "So Dai will bring you back here every day-"

"Wait," Kosuke frowned, glancing over from the book he was reading, "What if they're attacked again? They were lucky today, but the chances of being that lucky again are minuscule."

"I could ask to be driven here after school," I suggested, "Say that I'm working on a project with Daisuke."

Surprisingly, it was Krad who put his foot down about that idea.

"No," he said coolly, folding his arms as he leaned against the wall, "Amaratsu is determined to get you, and dam the consequences - and the casualties."

Dark caught sight of my face and sighed, pulling me into his arms.

"Look, don't worry about it Faye. We'll take care of it," he murmured, pressing his lips against the shell of my ear and one of his hands...My eyes widened and I freaked, pushing him away with an almighty slap in the chops.

"What the eff Dark!?" I shrieked, my face bright red as he stumbled into the couch. He grinned.

"I was trying to lighten the mood," he said easily.

"Hi honey-"

"By touching my butt!? HARDLY!" I shrieked, crossing my arms furiously. My brain basically stopped working when a thin, nasally voice that I loathed piped up.

"Oh Mr. Dark! I knew you'd rescue me!"

Diary entry 66.

So, Krad and Riku had to restrain me from beating the ever-lasting shit out of Risa when she glomped my boy-toy. I'm not usually one for relationships, but anyone who touches my man without my permission dies - simple as that.

Faye Alexandra Clarke.

Kanako: Please review! Thanks to DarkMousyRulezAll and XxTakaraxX for reviewing the last chapter!