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.
Faye'd been holding her breath, and meant to exhale, but it came out as a nasty, cutting laugh.
"Right, Kaya," she sneered, starting to stand up. "Wow, I really am damned. That sounds horrible."
"Listen." Kaya pulled her back down with a force that made her shoulder ache. Her eyes flashed a bright amber and Faye could tell she was getting pissed. Well, so was she. "I am begging you, let me explain." Her voice shook, but Kaya kept talking, a stream of words pouring out of her mouth. "In this place I watch babies being born, and grow up, and fall in love. I watch them have children of their own and grow old. I watch them die. I am condemned, Faye, to watch it all over again and again. Everyone but you." Her eyes were glassy, her voice hoarse. "You do not get to fall in love-"
"Hey!" Faye protested weakly. "I've already fallen in love."
"You do not have babies and grow old."
"Why not?"
"You come along every twenty years."
"What -"
"You meet him. You always meet; somehow you are always thrown together, no matter where you go, no matter how you try to distance yourself from him. It never matters. You always find him."
She was staring down at her hands now, her pale, slender fingers furling and unfurling into fists.
"And every time you meet, you fall for him -"
"Hang on -"
"You can resist or flee or try your hardest not to respond, but it makes no difference. He falls in love with you, and you with him."
"Is that so terrible?"
"And it kills you."
"Stop it!" Faye cried. "What are you trying to do? Make me swear off relationships?"
"No! I know you do not believe me. This is why I could not tell you until now, when I have to tell you. Because I thought this time would be different...now I do not understand anything."
"Different."
She nodded.
"You thought it would be different."
She nodded again, having the grace to look a little sheepish.
"You were not supposed to meet him," she muttered.
"Not supposed to," Faye repeated, threading her fingers together, "and yet I did. You really think that I'd just blindly obey you, or fate, or whatever?"
"Based on previous experience," Kaya said hoarsely. "Yes."
"That's just crazy," she replied. She wanted to be mad at her for making up such a crazy story when she should be explaining herself. But something was there, like an itch at the back of her mind, telling her not to run, but to stick around and listen as long as she could.
"What are you?" she asked. "Some kind of -"
"I was not an ordinary girl when I was alive," she interrupted, brushing a single braid back from her face, "But when one such as myself dies, certain...powers strengthen over time." I blew my fringe away from my forehead in annoyance. This was making no sense. "It didn't take long to realize that you came around every twenty years."
"So you knew I was coming?" Faye asked dubiously. She looked serious, but she still couldn't believe her. She didn't want to. Kaya shook her head.
"Not the day you showed up. It is not like that. My vision was clouded. I was only recently informed of your arrival."
"Okay," she said slowly. Kaya frowned. "But if this happens every twenty years like you say, you knew I was returning. In some sense, you knew."
"It is complicated."
"If you know all this, Kaya, if you're so smart that you can predict when you'll arrive with a bang, and when you're going to die, and how hard all of that is going to be for you, how could you act so fucking calm? I don't believe you," she snapped. "I don't believe any of this. You're not making any sense."
"There are no instructions for how to explain this...thing," Kaya pleaded. "I am doing the best I can. I want you to believe me. What do I need to do?"
"Tell a different story," Faye said bitterly. "Make up a better excuse."
"And yet you know in your heart it is true." She clasped her knees and looked her deeply in the eye. "You knew it when he followed you to the top of Corcovado in Rio, when you wanted to see the statue up close. You knew it when he carried you two sweaty miles to the River Jordan after you got sick outside Jerusalem after eating too many dates. You knew it when you were his nurse in that Italian hospital during the first World War, and before that when he hid in your cellar during the tsar's purge of St. Petersburg. When he scaled the turret of your castle in Scotland during the Reformation, and danced you around and around at the king's coronation ball at Versailles. You were the only woman dressed in white. There was that artists' colony in Quintana Roo, and the protest march in Cape Town where you both spent the night in prison. The opening of the Globe Theatre in London. You had the best seats in the house. And when his ship wrecked in Tahiti, you were there, as you were when he was a convict in Melbourne, and a pickpocket in Nimes, and a monk in Tibet. You turn up everywhere, always, and sooner or later you sense all the things I have just told you. But you will not let yourself accept what you feel might be the truth."
Kaya stopped to catch her breath and looked past me, unseeing. Then she reached over, pressing her hand to my knee.
"I know all of these things and so do you, young one," Kaya said, leaning into the other girl so that their foreheads touched, "because you are me, Faye. You are the latest version, the most complete, the best one. You are the one who can break this cycle."
Faye was trembling. It was all too much to even begin to think about. She pushed away from Kaya and stood up, wiping her sticky hands on her jeans. Her head was spinning. She had lived before?
"Faye."
"I think I need to go somewhere, by myself, to lie down."
"You are not well."
"No."
"I am so sorry," Kaya sighed. "I do not know what I expected to happen, telling you. I should not have..."
She had to get away. The way Kaya was looking at her, Faye could tell she wanted her to say she would stay, that they would talk about things more, but she wasn't sure that was a good idea. The more she said, the more she felt something waking up inside her - something Faye wasn't sure she was ready for.
Faye didn't feel crazy any more - and she wasn't sure Kaya was, either. To anyone else, her explanation would have made less and less sense as it went along. To Faye...she wasn't sure yet, but what if Kaya's words were answers that could make sense out of her mess of a life? She didn't know. She felt more afraid than she ever had before.
Faye shook her head and started stalking off. A few strides away, she stopped and slowly turned. Kaya hadn't moved.
"What is it?" she asked, lifting her chin and pinning me with sad brown eyes. Faye stood where she was, at a distance from her.
"I promised you I'd stick around long enough to hear the good news."
She smiled tightly.
"The good news is that you're still alive."
Diary entry 38.
You know, I think I missed my calling as an athlete. Who knew I could run that fast?
Faye Alexandra Clarke.
To be continued...