If your wondering why this seems a little broken up, it's because I had to take so many story ideas away. I wanted to shorten it and just put in what was important. I was even going to have Saga Keiji show up again and asked Daisuke to play a part in his movie. Story was gonna be in it to. Keiji was gonna find out about Daisuke and Dark and Story and Twilight. Yeah, it would be a good idea to put in here, but it isn't important. Plus, it'd take, like, sixteen chapters. A fanfiction all in itself!

Another idea was that Story and Daisuke were going to go on this date somewhere and someplace and it isn't important, so I cut it before I got into it (there's obviously no spoiling in what I just said).

So, this thing goes all over the place, jumping weeks, days, months, (thankfully not years).

In this fanfiction, I realized how totally cool I made Daisuke. He's so out of character! Though, I do love the little fourteen year old. I'd LOVE to date him coz he's SO CUTE!

I have a thing for red-heads.

And I'm sixteen. Wouldn't work out (maybe in this fanfiction it would, but not in the anime or manga… maybe in the manga because I hate him in the anime, his voice is so annoying).

I've become slightly less noobish since I started this fic…. Wow….

I'm rambling. ON WITH THE STORY!

Broken Angels

Blast From the Past Part II

"Daisuke, I'm so glad you finally got over Riku!" Risa exclaimed during lunch. It had been too cold and it was snowing, so Daisuke couldn't escape to the roof. "What she did was horrible, you didn't deserve it."

"Yeah, I know." Daisuke said, munching on an onigiri in his bento.

"You should go out with a nicer girl, like Story! She's cute and nice and she can cook!" Risa said, stealing another one of his onigiri. Daisuke defensively pulled away his bento, bending over it to prevent any more stealthy movements from Risa.

"Yeah, well, I'm not interested in dating, have you thought about that, Risa?" Daisuke asked, looking around to make sure Story wasn't around. She had quickly stopped by to tell them she was going to ask help from a teacher to understand her homework assignment.

"But the way you look at Story tells me otherwise," the brunette said in a sing-song voice. Daisuke shot a glare at her.

"Oh? And how do I look at her?" he hissed. Satoshi sat next to Risa, his nose buried in a book. Daisuke looked at the boy for help, but he hid his face in the book, wanting no part of the conversation.

"Like this!" Risa's face went calm for a moment. She looked serene. Then she looked at Satoshi with the strangest face Daisuke had ever seen. She stared at him with soft eyes that seemed to sparkle in the florescent lights. Her lips were slightly puckered into a pout. She seemed lovestruck, but that was how she always looked, being a hopeless romantic.

"You're a bad actor," Daisuke said before digging into his salmon.

"You're terrible, Daisuke," Risa really pouted before turned back to her own bento and poking her food with her chop sticks.

"You're trying to set me up with other girls when I don't want to date. Jeeze, Risa, why are you such a hopeless romantic?"

"Because you need it! I miss the clumsy Daisuke who would trip over his own feet at the sight of the girl he likes! I miss the Daisuke that spaces because he's just thinking about her! I miss the Daisuke that knew how to cherish love and try his hardest to get the girl! Now you're just a Daisuke that's moping all the time. You've become deep and it's scary. You used to always hang out with your friends, and now you just like to be alone. Why, Daisuke?"

"Maybe I like being alone and with my thoughts," Daisuke looked around and lowered his voice, "Or maybe you've already forgotten I'm never alone." He touched his temples with the tip of his sticks and stood up, taking his empty bento dish, and leaving the noisy classroom.

Daisuke stuck his empty dish in his shoe locker and slammed it shut. He leaned against the metal lockers and slid to the floor, burying his face in his crossed arms. He remembered Valentine's day….

Daisuke sat with Story, his arms wrapped around her shivering form. He finished his taiyaki and was licking the custard off of his fingers. "That was really good. I didn't know you could make taiyaki."

"I can make a lot of foods, even some Western dishes." Story said softly.

"Like what?"

"Pork chops, breaded chicken, French fries, California roll, um… a lot more…." She sighed and leaned into his chest. He could feel her warmth seeping into him and under his skin. He shivered. "Are you cold?"

"Nah, just… I dunno." Daisuke leaned his head on Story's looking at her untouched bento. "You better eat, lunch is almost over."

"I'm not hungry…."

They sat in silence for a while just when the bell rang. Boing. Boing. Boing.

"That's the bell…." Daisuke said, as if in passing. Story made a "mmhmm" sound. They didn't really want to move. Story had stopped shivering and Daisuke was comfortable the way he was. "We're going to be late."

Story took a deep breath. Out of his peripherals, Daisuke saw her staring at him with dark eyes. She seemed sad.

As he was going to turn to her, she leaned forward and pressed her lips on his cheek. Daisuke's red eyes widened as he looked at her.

She pulled away and said quietly, "Daisuki, Daisuke." She ran off towards the door.

They hadn't spoken about it at all. In fact, the two of them pretended it never happened. Daisuke pushed his hair out of his eyes and sighed heavily. He didn't like the tension that had been between them when they were alone together. The past few weeks were unbearable and next week was White's Day and he wondered if Story expected something in return and he didn't know how to act around her and he didn't know what to say to her and girls were just confusing creatures!

"Girls are creatures, Daisuke. Girls are buds, ready to blossom into a beautiful rose. Women are roses."

"Shut up, Dark." Daisuke said, hitting his head.

"It's true, women are beautiful like a rose, but deadly like their thorns."

"Yeah, yeah, I understand that. Now shut up."

"Who are you talking to?" Daisuke jumped and looked up at his friend since kindergarten, Takeshi Saehara. Daisuke scowled up at him and stood, brushing hair out of his face.

"No one, just thinking out loud," Daisuke replied casually. "Let's get to class and do that stupid assignment. I can't wait to get this presentation over with."

"I like mine!" Takeshi exclaimed. "My ancestor is so cool! Did you know he captured Dark Mousy? He did!"

"And… he got away." Daisuke said flatly.

Takeshi was about to speak excitedly once more, but deflated as the words of his friend sunk in. "Yeah," he grumbled. "But, that was over a hundred years ago. They had poor jail systems back then." Daisuke watched the brunette think while he smiled bemusedly.

"Why do you think Dark looks so young when he's actually over a hundred years old?"

"Over four hundred," Daisuke corrected without thinking. He resisted the urge to cover his mouth to let slip he knew more.

"How'd you know that?" Takeshi asked, gaining his enthusiasm back.

"One of my ancestors was good friends with him. Hundreds of years ago. He wrote an essay on him. Don't ask, my family is weird." Daisuke started to walk away as the warning bell rang for class. "Oh, and that essay was burned as soon as he died. Don't go looking for it."

Daisuke had to warn Takeshi or else the reporter with that snooping nose would go after a story. Daisuke couldn't let him get to involved.

"You're getting good at making up stories, Dai. You should become an author… or a professional liar."

I told you to shut up, Dark. Go back to sleep.

"St. White's Day. Tell her how you feel."

GO BACK TO SLEEP!

Daisuke sighed as he sat in his assigned chair. He hated history class. He hated people bugging him. He hated being in this room and people who fawned over him. And he HATED being stared at.

Ever since Riku and Daisuke had broken up, he had been available. Every girl wanted him. Was he really that charming? He didn't think so. He was clumsy, weird, spacey, and other such things that were far from any of the boys from the manga wallFLOWER, but they still obsessed over him like they would to Ranmaru, Yuki, Takegana, or Kyohei. Well, maybe they weren't as frantic as those people, but he always heard girls talking behind their hands saying stupid things like "I wish he was my boyfriend," "If I could just touch him, I'd die happy," "If he'd talk to me, I'd melt!"

He heard the "kyaas" and "squees" of those girls. And he hated it.

This class was full of those girls.

Daisuke got up with his little binder about his ancestor, stood on front of the class, hid his eyes behind a curtain of red hair, and spoke just loud enough for the class to hear. Her showed the picture, ignored the gasps and mutters, then handed the binder to his teacher and sat back down in his seat. He ignored some questions by his fellow classmates and slumped in his seat.

He winced as a pain shot through his body. He touched his forehead, whispering, "I thought this was over."

He recognized the pain. His brow started to moisten and he felt dizzy. The world was spinning. In the middle of the classmate's presentation, he asked to go to the bathroom. The teacher consented and he pretty much ran. He locked himself in a stall and slumped to the ground, gasping for breath. He looked up as the pain started to engulf his insides, setting them on fire. He held back a moan as he clutched his ribs. This couldn't happen. Not now… not in school. Daisuke across the stall at his other half. Dark was wearing his uniform, slumping on the tile floor, in as much pain as Daisuke was. Only, Dark was more transparent then Daisuke.

"Sorry, Dark," Daisuke whimpered. Dark shook only shook his head. He was in too much pain to say anything. Daisuke didn't have to read his mind to know that, it was hard enough to try and talk to apologize for the pain he was inflicting on his other half. Daisuke bit his lip and bit back a scream. He fell to his side and writhed in pain. Good thing these doors reached to the ground… he would have to explain himself to whoever saw him.

Tears welled and spilled over his lids just as the pain subsided. He turned to face his double that briefly appeared during these happenings. Dark was as solid as he was. Daisuke sat up slowly and leaned against the metal wall of the stall. Dark copied his movements like a mirror would. They stared each other in the eyes.

"Did this happen with Daisuke?" Daisuke asked. Dark was silent for a while before he nodded.