Thanks to everyone who reviewed this whole time, I really apprieciate it. I know this story could have been better. I learned a lot while writing this; it is really demanding to write a multi-chapter story.
I'm already planning another DN Angel fanfic, and next time, not only will my chapters be longer, I will find myself a beta-reader, and spend more time on the story. I promise.

I know this ending is abrupt, but I just want to be finished with the story. I messed up a few things in the beginning--plot holes, that sort of thing. I stopped wanting to write this. Instead of discontinuing it, I gave it an abrupt ending. Sue me. :) ---

Dark sat silently, watching the scene unfold below. No matter what he tried, Daisuke couldn't her him. The feeling of regret was tumbling around in his stomach. Krad had overpowered him; he couldn't understand how it had happened so suddenly, or how Krad was able to do it at all. Krad was pulling Daisuke away. Dark followed them, trying hard to keep up.

It was like Krad was trying to lose him in the abyss. Dark ran, but his feet were weights being dragged along. He kept his eyes on the pair until they were nothing more than a speck of color, disappearing into the white.

"Damnit."

He kept walking in the direction they had disappeared into, but found it was difficult to tell when all around him was the same blinding white. He wandered, losing hope with each step he took.



Harada Risa hadn't slept well the night before. Her mind strayed to her sister, to Saehara Takeshi, to Niwa Daisuke. She didn't know how to help, or even if she could. Risa decided she would try and talk to Riku again, in hopes that she would consider seeing a therapist, or at least talking with a teacher. She wandered down the quiet hall leading to her sister's room. It was early and she doubted her sister would be awake yet. Risa knocked on the door. No answer. She gently turned the knob, and pushed the door open a crack, just to peer inside. There were still dirty clothes completely covering the floor.

She noticed Riku wasn't in her bed. She's probably in the bathroom. Risa closed the door slowly, and walked across the hall to the bathroom they shared. Again, she knocked, and upon hearing no reply, she opened the door.

When she saw the figure of her brave older twin lying on the bathroom tile, her left side covered in sticky blood, she screamed. No more than ten seconds later, the butler and the maids came upon the scene. By that time, Risa was kneeling next to her sister, trying to wake her.

Riku was still breathing.

The butler ran off to call the hospital. Risa grabbed onto her sister's left wrist, applying pressure to the source of the blood like she had learned in school. Riku's breathing grew faint and Risa began to sob. Five minutes passed before the medics arrived. Those five minutes were the longest Risa had ever experienced. When they arrived, Risa was nudged out of the way; she watched from a safe distance as they covered the wound and took her sister's pulse. She noticed one medic give another a look of urgency. They ushered Risa from the room and closed the door. She sat with her back to the wall, next to the door. Don't let her die. Risa covered her eyes with her hands and concentrated on the warm tears falling into her hands.



Where am I? Riku thought. Am I still alive? She remembered lying on the cold floor of her bathroom. She had decided to end her problems, to remove herself completely. But, she was still…somewhere… There was no floor, or walls, or even a ceiling. It was endless white.

"Damnit." She heard someone utter one word in frustration. Curious, she wandered in the direction of the voice. Riku was surprised to find that her body was no longer sore. Looking down at herself, she noticed that her cuts and bruises were gone. She started running to the voice, eager to run after the days she hadn't been at track. She ran until finally, she saw a speck of color somewhere in the distance.

"Hey!" She called out, "Where is this place?" The speck turned toward her and began moving in her direction. She kept running and within seconds she was able to tell that it was a person.

"Harada-san." It was a male's voice, and he sounded worried. Upon coming closer, she could tell the person was Dark. Dark? Why?

"Where are we?" She asked him, paying no mind to his concerned tone of voice.

"I don't know." He answered, "You must be unconscious, or else you wouldn't be here. Why did you…?" She didn't wait for him to finish before turning around and crossing her arms against her chest angrily. "Harada-san. You shouldn't have done it. You shouldn't be here."

"I did it because I wanted to." She said stubbornly. "It was my choice. It's my life."

Dark stared at her back. For a second her form seemed to flicker, like a light bulb before it burns out. Her body seemed to dim. "What about your sister, and Daisuke?"

"What about them?" She flared, turning to face him.

"They'll miss you."

"No." She spoke firmly. "I'm not who I was. They don't want me like this."

"They wouldn't care." Dark said, anxiety lacing his throat as she flickered again.

"You don't understand."

"I understand that what you've gone through was hard. But, you're stronger than this. Daisuke has faith in you."

"He doesn't."

"Yes he does. He loves you."

"He doesn't."

"If he didn't I wouldn't have been forced to leave his body." She flinched at this statement, as if she didn't know of Daisuke's emotions.

"It doesn't matter anymore. I'm going to die." She said solemnly, her body fading to a dull glow.

"You still want to live. All you have to do is fight it." Dark didn't know how he knew this, but he felt it was true.

"I don't want to live like this anymore. I don't want to have to look at Takeshi every again. I don't want to see Niwa-kun look at me in disgust again. I felt too alone." She seemed to have ignored his advice.

"Daisuke isn't disgusted by you. He understands—I can tell that he does. He wants to help you. He's going to kill Krad for using Saehara to hurt you."

"Krad did this?"

"Yeah, and Daisuke is going to make him pay."

"Niwa-kun." Her nearly transparent body somehow became whole again, before disappearing all together. Dark looked to where she had stood, recalling the moment before she was gone, the moment where she was whole again. She's alive.



Daisuke bolted out of bed and down the stairs. He ran the entire way to the Harada's house; he needed to know if what he saw was real. His mind was on the way her chest lifted after the medics said they had lost her. She had taken a gasp of air; she couldn't be dead. After he saw her breathe, Krad pushed him out of the dream. Before waking, he distantly heard Dark tell Krad that she had fought, that Krad was wrong, that Riku had wanted to live because of Daisuke.

He approached the house as the ambulance was pulling out. Daisuke ran up to Risa, ready to ask if she was still alive. Risa was staring at the ground, thinking.

"Harada-san?" He asked quietly.

"She's alive." Daisuke felt a sense of comfort washed over him. She's alive. She fought for me. Krad was wrong. She's alive. My Riku-san.

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FIN

I'm debating on a sequel or an epilogue. But first, I want to rewrite this and get a beta reader. If anyone's interested, leave a message.