Author's Note: Alright fellow Angels! Here is the new and improved version of My Dark Angel! If this confuses you...great! I'm clearly doing my job right! As pointed out by a good friend of mine, the first few chapters are quite cringe-worthy, and do absolutely nothing for the story, so I have edited them and hopefully gotten rid of the Mary-Sueishness.

Title: My Dark Angel

Author: Princess Kanako

Pairing(s): Dark M/OC/Krad, Satoshi/OC, Daisuke/Riku, with the possibility of a few other pairings as the series goes along, but I can't make any promises

Date Submitted: 18/07/14

Disclaimer: I do not own D N Angel or any of its affiliates; they belong to Yukiru Sugisaki

Claimer: I do own Faye, a few plot ideas, and any OCs that pop up along the way.

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Drama, Angst (story of maturation – mental/physical development – of principal character)

Summary: This would be an example. There would be blood. And pain. Both halves of the Black Wings would understand this folly before they died. The same as other men before them, they would die for a human.

Warning: Swearing. Violent thoughts? I dunno.

Writing like this are thoughts. Diary entries are labelled.

Writing like this is Faye's subconscious.

Thwap.

Faye mff'ed and rubbed her face sleepily. Her nose stung.

Thwap. Thwap.

Now it was her cheeks. Her eyes drifted open and, almost immediately, she scrunched up her face in surprise. A curvy, brown-haired girl with a rosebud mouth and a serious expression was leaning over her. Her hair was tied neatly into a long, glossy plait that reached the small of her back. She wore jeans and a ribbed turquoise tank top that matched her eyes. She held a ruler between her fingers, poised to pelt.

Faye scrambled backward in the bedsheets and shielded her face. She looked down, still trying to get my bearings, and glanced at the bed she had indiscriminately slept in the night before - Dark's. Now this girl who'd pelted her back into consciousness looked ready to pelt her again.

"Good," she said in a cool voice. "You're awake."

"Who are you?" Faye asked sleepily.

"It's Kasumi," the girl replied crisply. "We're in the same math class, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Faye yawned. "I didn't know I was supposed to have a guest this early." She knew instantly from the expression on Kasumi's face that this was the wrong thing to say.

"Well, excuse me, but Niwa called and asked for me to speed up your training," she snapped icily, "And I start early. Problem?"

"Um, no?"

"They didn't tell you?" The girl's sea-blue eyes seemed to zone in on the big black shirt she was wearing. Faye wondered briefly where her dress had gone. "Lucky me."

Faye was speechless.

"Sorry." Kasumi exhaled and adjusted her tone, parking herself on the edge of the bed. "I'm an only child. I'm trying to be less harsh when I meet people."

"Is it working?" Faye was an only child too, but she wasn't nasty to every stranger she came into contact with. At least, she didn't think she was.

"What I mean is ..." Kasumi shifted uncomfortably. "I'm not used to..this. Can we"- she cleared her throat -"rewind?"

"That'd be nice."

"Alright." Kasumi took a deep breath. "You are going to be training with me, from around six in the morning until eight or nine at night. I was asked by Niwa to do this, and since I respect him, I agreed. He mentioned you had some powers and also that someone was after you. This is happening-" she pointed at her "- no negotiating."

She slipped off the bed, tossing a small duffel bag at Faye before leaving the room. After digging through it to find some essentials, Faye changed quickly, brushed out the tangles in her hair, and freshened up before heading downstairs, where Kasumi was waiting - and Dark.

"Morning, gorgeous," he winked, wrapping an arm around her waist as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

"Morning Dark," Faye muttered, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. "Are you ready to go?" she asked Kasumi.

"Of course," she answered coolly, opening the door, "Please, follow me."

Kasumi led them across the town to a shine built into the hill, with at least a few hundred steps to climb. Once seated inside, with some tea in their hands, Faye took the plunge.

"So, Kasumi," she began hesitantly, "What are we doing here?

"I told you, we need to up your training," she replied, taking another sip of tea, "And what better way to train, then this?"

"If this is training, I might as well have stayed at home," she snapped, slamming her tea-cup down on the floor, "We're drinking tea, for fuck's sake!"

"And she's off," Dark muttered from his lounging position in the sun.

"Don't push it, fluffy," she growled, pointing at him warningly.

"Faye," Kasumi called, drawing her attention away from her boyfriend.

"What?" Faye muttered, watching as a large, flat metal basin was placed in front of her by a youngish girl, as well as a pitcher of water.

"Will you look into the mirror?" Kasumi asked quietly, her eyes intently fixed on Faye.

"Will it hurt?" Faye nearly slapped herself. What a childish thing to say!

"Of course not," Kasumi replied easily, "This merely will allow your powers to flow more easily, to control them, bend them to your thoughts."

She drew in a long sigh.

"Fine, I'll look," she said with a nod. Her gaze turned to Dark, and in another childlike gesture, held out her hand to him.

"Will you stay with me?" she pleaded, "I need you."

Dark sat up and caught her hand within his, glancing into her eyes, then at Kasumi, his own gaze uncertain, but hopeful.

"Your life, Dark, is already inseparable from hers," Kasumi said quietly, answering his unspoken question, "There is no need to worry. She needs to do this."

"That's fine by me," he said, his warm fingers weaving through Faye's, and tightening gently. She looked into his eyes and tried to smile in spite of the feeling she was getting in my gut. She needed to do this? How difficult would this be if she needed to do it?

"Don't be afraid," Dark murmured, moving aside a lock of hair to nuzzle her cheek, "I'll be right here.

Faye smiled softly, her breath coming faster as her gaze flickered to the basin where Kasumi sat, tall and regal, pouring a clear, steady stream of water from the pitcher. She glanced at her face as she drew her pitcher back, and nodded. With a deep breath, Faye drew near to the basin, wondering what she would see.

She rested her hands gently at the edge and peered down into the water, still rippling faintly, and into the eyes of her reflection, seeing a face that was curious, and expectant, but which softened as Dark's reflection appeared beside her, and grinned. His hand cupped her shoulder, and she reached up, taking it into her own, comforted by the feel of his warm fingers.

Her heart caught on a beat as the reflection in the water shifted and changed. Her mother's face peered up at her, before shifting to her father. Both looked content, happy even.

She drew in a long sigh, and she felt Dark's hand slide to her waist, steadying her as image faded, blurred, and the mirror grew dark, reflecting only the faces of Faye and Dark as they peered down into the water.

She sighed. She had almost released the edge of the basin, almost moved back, when something happened. Bright light erupted from the water, white and blinding, and enveloped her within it. Faye gasped, and tried to stumble back, when she realized that the basin was no longer there. She wasn't even in the shrine, any more. She peered about her, starting to panic once she saw that Kasumi and Dark weren't with her, but that she was surrounded by light.

"Do not be afraid, young one."

It was a female voice, and Faye turned to see what appeared to be a girl near her own age coming towards her, the only person she could see in the midst of the light. She was clothed in snow-white robes, as pure as an angel's wing. Her hair was long and a dark brown; her eyes were hazel flecked with amber, bright, and kind as they looked at her.

"Where am I? Where are Dark, and Kasumi?" Faye asked frantically, "And who are you?"

"You are in a dream created by the mirror," she explained gently, "Your friend and your love are still beside you, for your physical form is still within the shrine. They cannot see what you see, for to their eyes, you are in a trance. And my name is Kaya."

"Kaya?" Faye repeated. She smiled, and nodded, extending her hand.

"I came by way of the rivers and the streams here to the waters of the mirror to be your guide."

"My guide?" she asked, hesitantly slipping my hand into hers, "But why would I need a guide?"

Kaya smiled gently and shook her head. She was leading her, and she was walking beside her, but the light around them didn't change. Except for the movement of her feet, Faye wouldn't have known she was going anywhere at all.

"I have envisioned this many times," Kaya said quietly, "But now that you are here, I do not know where to start. There is so much to tell you."

Faye's eyebrows crinkled in confusion, but she didn't speak, waiting for Kaya to continue. She took her eyes away from Faye's own, and looked ahead, indicating with her free hand that she look also, and she did, the white light clearing, brushed back, like fog before a gentle wind, to reveal a circle set upon ground, encircled by a ring of dozens and dozens of girls. All of them were around Faye's own age, some of them dark, some fair, others plain, a few beautiful, most healthy, a few sickly, and all of them from different places around the world. She glanced at Kaya, silently pleading.

"They are generations of Yōso miko," Kaya explained, "They cannot see us. Do you know them, young one?"

Faye drew in a breath, astonished that she did. They seemed familiar, like friends she'd known and loved once, but forgotten, and only now remembered.

"How?" she whispered through cold lips.

"How, indeed," Kaya said wryly, "The question is, how do I..." She paused.

"Maybe do one of those 'I-have-good-news-and-bad-news' kind of things?" she suggested.

"Very well. Which do you want first?"

"Most people want the good news first."

"Maybe so," Kaya said. "But you are worlds away from most people."

"Okay, I'll take the bad news first."

Kaya bit her lip. "Then promise me you will not leave before I get to the good news?"

Faye had no plans to leave. Not when Kaya might be about to offer up some answers to the long list of questions that had been amassing over the past few weeks.

"I am going to tell you the truth," she said. "You will not believe me, but you deserve to know."

"Okay." A raw knot of pain took hold of her guts, and Faye could feel her knees start to shake. Kaya paced back and forth, then took a deep breath.

"In the Bible..."

Faye groaned. She couldn't help it; she had a knee-jerk reaction to religious talk. Besides, she wanted to discuss how in the seven hells did she know all those girls, not some Bible fairytale. The Bible wasn't going to hold the answers to any of the questions she had.

"I know, I do not like this either, but please. Just listen," she said pleadingly. "In the Bible, you know how God insists everyone should love him with all their soul? How it has to be unconditional?"

Faye shrugged.

"More or less."

"Well." Kaya paused delicately. "That request does not only apply to people."

"What do you mean? Who else? Animals?"

"Exactly. Like the serpent, for example. He was damned after he tempted Eve. Cursed to slither on the ground forever."

Kaya ran her fingers through her hair.

"What I am trying to say...you could say that you are damned, too, Faye. You have been damned for a long, long time." Kaya spoke sharply, bitterly. "Once, you made a choice, a choice that you believed in; that you still believe in, even though-"

"I don't understand," Faye said confusedly, shaking her head.

"Of course you do not," Kaya replied distractedly. "And I never was the best at explaining things. But all I can do is try."

"Okay," she said. She was confusing Faye, and she'd barely even said anything yet. But she tried to act less lost than she felt.

"As I said, you once made a choice, love over a friend," she explained, taking her hands and holding them tightly. "You keep making that choice. Over and over again. And each time, it ends painfully."

Over and over again.

The words made Faye feel sick. She closed her eyes and pulled away her hands. Why was Kaya harping on about a choice between relationships? Like her own wasn't complicated enough. As if to remind her about Risa, a sharp pain flared in her ribs. Kaya squeezed her fingers.

"Look at me," she pleaded. "This is where it becomes difficult."

Faye opened her eyes.

"The person you fall in love with each time..." Kaya paused, biting her lip. "He is your lover."

Diary entry 37.

Oh. My. God.

Faye Alexandra Clarke.

To be continued...