Author's Note: Woo hoo! Chalk one for the Satoshi x Risa fans! Another chappie is up and running, look out for the next instalment anytime soon -. Fan girl service coming up down there. x)

Sorry it took long for this chapter to come, I was stuck on editing (that evil demon!). It turned out to be a bit longer than I expected. Anyway, I hope that this story progresses faster than my other projects. d: Hopefully I'll be able to finish my other D.N.Angel story soon. Also, if anyone's interested, I finished three other one-shot stories which you can find under my profile called Boxed Lunch, Arrogance and Can You Stand The Rain?.

Also, thanks to everyone that reviewed! You're all too sweet. I'm glad that you guys like it so far. (: And my greatest apologies to everyone that got confused with the title "A Stairway to Heaven" with the Korean drama. I can't say that I've watched that yet, but I'll be sure to see. (y) Once again, I'm sorry if I used a title that got some people confused, I never knew. The two have no connection whatsoever, I promise.

Moou, I'm so mad! I can't find the CD that had my "I'm Glad that Hiwatari-kun is With Me" chapter four on it. : GEEZ! Tantrum.

Anyways, before you start reading, I just want to inform you that the butler in my story isn't the one from the series. Sorry for the confusion. x)

ANYWAYS ..

SYNOPSIS: Where were you the past two chapters, huh? I kid. (: Here's the story, in a nutshell.

In the first chapter, Satoshi has a strange dream to do with, what was it, a glowing orb of light? That can speak? Now, that's unheard of! O Haha, well, anyways, he goes back to school like normal and gets hit by 1) a boomerang, thrown by Risa and 2) a locker door, owned by Risa. She drags him along to class at this point.

In chapter two, Satoshi is analyzing Risa, noticing certain things about her (if you really want to know, just read the chapter d:). After he gets out of class, he notices that Risa's feeling down with her bad luck and offers to take her to the park. While they're walking, they pass by the fountain with the statue an angel, perhaps bearing a resemblance to someone they know. As Risa attempts to save her bow, she falls into the water, Satoshi along side of her. Now, she offers Satoshi to her house for a dress change.

Disclaimer: I do not own D.N.Angel or any of it's characters. I think everyone knows that already, but I don't want to be sued, so I do this anyways. d:

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

CHAPTER THREE

Satoshi found himself on the doorstep of the Harada mansion, alongside the daughter, Risa herself. They had managed a strangely challenging walk from the park to her place, thanks to the awkward stares that had followed them home. Both were still drenched from head to toe, although some of the excess water had ceased from dripping off of their clothes, which they were quite thankful for. Strange how things worked out the way that they did, ending up in such an unusual situation at the one that they found themselves in.

His eyes scanned the properties of the building. It was clearly apparent that this family was one of wealth and they did no trouble in hiding so. Even at a simple glance, Satoshi knew that if anyone would have a house that was almost close to comparing to the size of the Harada's colossal manor, that alone would be something to brag about.

Setting it's appearance aside, a thought abruptly shook the sense in Satoshi's mind. He had never actually been inside of a girl's house before, more or less one that belonged to Harada twins. Any details such as this typically wouldn't have bothered him, but he had the strong urgency to leave the right impression, for any reason that he might of had. Since when did he start caring what people thought of him?

Although he was no stranger to Risa or Riku, he was a stranger to basically every other thing in their lives. He had no idea of their interests, their habits, their religion or any of the matter. Even in general, he wasn't quite used to socializing with parents, family or pets. Point made, he wasn't much of an outside person at all. How was he suppose to behave under such circumstances?

Suddenly, he felt his stomach tumble like a washing machine on cold, his guts churning inside of him. He give Risa a look of uncertainty. "Do your parents mind male visitors, Harada-san?"

"Of course not!" She smiled certainly, confident against any of his doubts. Silly of him to even think that. "They let Daisuke in all the time. I really don't think they'd mind. Besides, they're coming home until the evening either way."

Satoshi gulped down the massive lump his throat, not entirely reassured or convinced. Why was he so nervous? He was suppose to keep his cool.

Ding dong.

No more room for quick thinking. Satoshi was cursed with the misfortune of having extremely bad timing. It was just a knack that he had for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. Hopefully, this instance wouldn't follow that pattern, so to speak. He aspired against all chances that the rest of the day would run smoothly.

The kingly timber door swung ajar, only to reveal a more sturdy looking man on the other side. Judging on eye-level, Satoshi guessed that he was standing at a little over 6'10" feet tall, revealing a thick neck and beefy arms that were still perceptible, even through his thick black sleeves. His uniform immediately gave off the impression of a butler, but Satoshi never realized that they came in such a variety.

"Mademoiselle Harada-sama, nice to see that you're back home." His inexpressive, yet surprisingly welcoming face scrutinized his master with detailed inspection. He wasn't quite as thick as he appeared, because it was obvious that he wasn't blind to the state that Risa's uniform was in. The sun wasn't all that greatest at processing a quick dry for the fabrics, even in such pleasant weather.

The tone of the butler's voice altered slightly, as if he trying to clear his throat. His lifeless face cracked into the least bit of a smile. "Not entirely dry, I'm assuming."

Risa chortled nonchalantly while raking her fingers against the stern of her head. Her eyes formed into half moons as she continued to giggle nervously, her jaw bouncing up and down as her flushed cheeks went unnoticed. "Oh, no need to ask, Genki-chan. We just got ourselves into a little trouble, that's all."

'Genki-chan''s head bobbed in understanding and left no more room for questioning after that. He stepped out of the way, allowing the entrance free of obstacles so that the two couple pass. The direction of Risa's gaze sprung towards Satoshi as she headed through the doorway, expecting the boy to follow suit.

As their short line passed by the lofty figure to the side, Satoshi couldn't help but realize how ironic it was to name such an intimidating man with the childishness of Genki. On further analysis, Satoshi, looking up with half-lidded eyes, catching a quaintly smug grin on the man's face. He never drew to the conclusion of what really went on through a butler's mind, nor did he really want to find out.

As Satoshi finally entered the house, he immediately felt the cosiness and warmth radiating from it's interior. His eyes allowed a quick inspection of the domicile, admiring the artistry that it displayed. The long, elegant and flowing stairway welcomed the house with a resemblance of open arms. Plastered on the walls were various pieces of art, estimating that their eras of birth might've been even before the cultural revolution. Masterpieces such a those alone, no matter what quality they were in, remained priceless.

One of the paintings caught his eye. As his focus transpired over the chef d'oeuvre, he realized that the painting was of a pair of two beings, one male and one female. Of the latter, a look of distress graced her pretty face as she held her miniscule fingers over her heart. To the looks of it, an ethereal man stood behind her, to her side. His head was bend downwards, unable to capture the details of his face, but all the strands of hair that lay over his head were a deep and inky black, much like the rest of his attire. The damsel seemed to be looking at the man with the sense of miserable affection, raising her hand out and almost touching his face.

"Hiwatari-kun?" Risa waved her hand in front of his vacant eyes, pulling him out of his oblivious stare. "Did something catch your eye?"

"I was just looking at that painting," Satoshi managed to apologize while giving Risa eyes full of blamelessness.

"Hm?" Risa's mouth formed an 'O' as her eyes followed the gaze where Satoshi's once was, discovering the source of his mild contemplation. Her eyes twinkled in familiarity. "Hey, now I know! The statue in the park did remind me of something! It's the same girl in this painting, isn't it?"

Satoshi looked back at the canvas once more. Risa was right, it did look like the figure of stone that hovered over the fountain, if not, the same woman of only a few years younger. What connection did these two pieces of artwork have? Satoshi was suddenly keen to finding out. "They appear to be the same person, by the looks of it."

Risa tilted her head, giving the portrait a glance of deliberation. "Well, that's strange." Looking back at Satoshi, she came to realization on why they were in her manor in the first place. "Oh, I almost forgot! You have to get changed."

Satoshi's gaze was unreadable. "Do you have a washroom?"

"Hai! It would be strange if I didn't," she bubbled, leading up him the stairs. The railing was cold, the frosty gold metal sending chills down Satoshi's spine. There was something strange about this mansion of hers, but he couldn't pinpoint what lead him into suspicion.

Risa escorted Satoshi to the washroom door, on which he gazed at almost questioningly. She made motions with her hand to direct him inside after she jiggled the lock free. "I'm going to grab some towels and extra clothes for you from my room. Wait here, okay Hiwatari-kun?"

As she wandered far down the hall, Satoshi held the option to enter the bathing area at his own risk. He decided that he could choose nothing else but to go in and quietly pushed the door back behind him.

The entire lavatory was adorned in spectacular shades of auburn tiles, glistening in mahogany red, all the frameworks and metals a beautiful shade of bronzed copper. It was much more spacious than most restrooms, and the layout of the area seemed to stretch from wall to wall.

Satoshi glanced at the mirror ahead of him, perfunctorily realizing that he was still without glasses. He was so accustomed to having the frames over his face that he felt strange seeing himself without them. Reaching into his breast pocket where he had last left them, he quickly discovered that there was nothing there. His neck bent down before him, examining the receptacle, realizing that he was no longer in possession of his spectacles.

He recalled that the last place that he had seen them was when Risa and himself were dredging through the fountain. He remembered slipping them into the pocket of his shirt, but they must've somehow escaped him along the way. He didn't mind too much due to the fact that it made no difference to the aptitude of his vision. He was able to see just as well without or without the bifocals, they were, in turn, an accessory. He was going to have to survive for the rest of the day without them, either way.

Satoshi dragged out the leather strap from his belt buckle to loosen the waistline of his pants. He did so that he was able to easily pull out his shirt that was neatly tugged inside, a rule that was forced upon him as a dress code. Not that it made a difference to him, he didn't take put much effort into dressing up his appearance. He always came off as flawless.

The saturated fabric clung onto his torso like wet paper. Satoshi felt a great deal of relief as he lifted the shirt over his head, ringing out any excess liquid over the bathroom sink. His skin still held and moist and dewy quality.

And before he could react, the door swung open behind him.

Risa wasn't aware that Satoshi hadn't taken the time to lock the door properly. After pulling down a hard knock from her hands that contained much more force that she had originally conceived, the wall before her swung open to reveal an exposed, shirtless Hiwatari Satoshi.

His head stirred forwards as he met her gaze. Flushing like a ripe as a tomato, Risa yelped helplessly. "WAAAH!"

She stumbled backwards into the hallway, covering her eyes as she landed on her backside. The icy marble floor did no good as support, and Risa realized that she had caused even more trouble upon herself. Her eyes refused to meet his. "I'm so sorry, Hiwatari-kun! I didn't know that you were-"

Satoshi unpretentiously stepped out of the washroom, looking down at the fallen girl. If possible, her face reddened a few more shades as she tried to turn away. He didn't notice. Ignoring her efforts to avoid the half-naked body before her, Satoshi offered his hand to her. "It's not that unusual to see boys shirtless, Harada-san, now is it?"

Risa coyly took a hold of him as he pulled her up onto her feet, quickly brushing off the back of her sodden skirt. Her stomach bubbled with clumsy laughter, trying to push away her obvious embarrassment. Her voice came out almost incoherent, a mangled jumble of words. "You're right, we do have swimming classes during the summer." She pushed down the back of her skirt nervously. "I'm so sorry for barging in like that, I didn't realize that the door wasn't locked."

The corners of his mouth appeared to tug, Satoshi smirking inwardly. "It's alright. If anyone, I should be embarrassed in this situation."

"Moouu.." A small sigh escaped her. As an awkward silence was exchanged, Satoshi looked down at the fabrics cradled between Risa's arms. Following his gaze, she hastily fumbled with the towel before handing it to him. "Here, you should dry up before you get a cold."

"I could only say the same to you," Satoshi commented almost warmly, a hint of concern entwined in that normally monotonous voice of his. He rubbed the towel against his head which mangled his hair in all directions.

After, he loosely set the damp cloth over his shoulders, attention grabbed by the other foreign object that still lay in Risa's grasp. "Is that for me?"

Risa held her fingers over her lips as she voiced a small giggle. "I tried looking for a shirt your size, but this is the only thing that I have that would fit you."

Satoshi's eyes widened as she stretched the garment before her in her arms. His voice was filled with uncertainty. "But .. It's pink."

She tried to hold back the valleys of laughter that were longing to escape from her mouth. Smiling sweetly, she replied, "Pink suits you well, don't you agree?"

He stared at her wordlessly. Was she really expecting him to wear such a frilly, feminine monstrosity such as this? This was pure torture within itself. He honestly wasn't going to let himself walk in public wearing that. He would never be able to live it down for the rest of his days. Cross dressing and masking yourself as a female was one thing, but it's a totally different matter when the people around know that it's not your gender. He dreaded to deliberate of what might've happened next.

A dismissive frown made it's way to his mouth. "I can't wear that."

"You don't have to be picky, Hiwatari-kun!" Risa seemed almost pleased to know of the violent debating that was going on in Satoshi's head. There was a strange satisfaction in seeing the boy in a tight spot, for once. It was nothing sinister, but amusing all the same. "Unless you want to wait for your shirt to dry, I suppose. But that might take a while."

His face broke into a sigh of relief, removing his mask that was vacant of all emotion, if only for a split second. "I think that I'd rather wait here than have to walk around while people are second guessing my sexuality."

Risa grinned gleefully from ear to ear her last efforts, attempted to shove the mould of pink before his face. "You don't want it?"

He looked at her with a odd vein of dissatisfaction. He thought that his point was proved to be clear enough. "Not really." Satoshi pushed away her hand as she smiled up at him, innocently.

"If that's really what you want, I can't force you." Risa walked past him as she pulled out the damp clothing that had dropped into sink. Glancing at Satoshi, she didn't much mind into saying, "Did you want me to take your pants too?"

Satoshi felt an odd sensation of modesty rise to his face as he gave her an awkward gaze. "I think it would make more sense if I kept these on."

"Oh, of course!" Risa laughed lightly while her cheeks flared, incredulous that she would say such a thing in the first place. She was always the one to speak before she put much thought into her intentions. Her bashful nature got to the best of her. "I never imagined otherwise, Hiwatari-kun."

&&&.

"Hikari-kun, I've been waiting .."

The surroundings were all too familiar. Satoshi's eyes were entangled within the concoction of clouds that stared him in the face, which was cleverly pushed up against the glass that separated the two.

Slowly, he gained consciousness and raised to his feet. Dusting off his cuffs, he found himself once again dressed entirely in ebony noir, a strange sense of deja-vu filtering the air.

The trivial hallway of forgotten doors faced him at all sides. He had no intentions on discovering what lay behind them, though, for his attention was immediately seized by the orb of light before him. It was much closer this time around, seemingly a few meters away from his grasp.

"Who are you?"

His voice echoed indignantly but received no response. As his eyes focused on the manifestation before him and he quickly realized that it was no ordinary ball of light. Studying the complicated detail that it arranged on all sides, it proved to exist more human than ever.

No longer was it simply a mysterious, levitating orb, for Satoshi was able to make out the limbs of a living being. It held its head lowly, buried into it's lap as it's arms wrapped around it's knees as it if was curled into a ball. The face was hidden, so he could not make out the features of a man or woman.

"What are you afraid of, Hikari-kun?"

His eyes went dilated as he soon discovered the voice resonating from the creature before him. The scrawls breathed underneath his feet, humming him into a trance as he stood immobilized, glued in place.

"Don't fret, Hikari-kun. I'm not going to hurt you .."

He could feel his heart thumping ferociously, threatening to beat out of his chest. The voice was female, he was sure of it. It's hum was sweet and gentle, songlike as it lulled him into sweet misery.

But the question was, who was the voice, and what did she want from him? Satoshi was eager, yet simultaneously apprehensive of finding the meaning of these confusing sequences. Trying to piece the puzzle together, it made no sense at all.

Satoshi dared to take a step forward, cautiously, careful not to provoke the unfathomable, floating being. He found it hard to breath air through his chest, attempting to approach the woman soundlessly, lurching terminally closer. He could not allow her to leave him again with questions unanswered. No, not this time.

Movement. As quickly as a blink of an eye, the rustle of feathers dawned from the being before him, causing him to stop in his tracks. She began to stir, slowly lifting her head in a dreamy state. With her back turned, she pulled her legs out to linger beneath her, her torso arching backwards. She lifted her chin towards the sky, her naked body entangled in sinuous locks of chocolate brown that dragged beneath her knees.

And then there was the first sight of something that he had never seen. Feathery, ashen-coloured wings much like those that belonged to a dove. They bled out of her naked back, slowly emanating to stretch out behind her as they curled inwardly. The wingspan stretched further than arm's width, making the unravelled woman seem insignificant in comparison.

They were gorgeous, almost virtuous, beaming an aura that words could not nearly describe. They glowed in a delicate innocence, radiating with glory, and Satoshi knew by then that they could belong to no other create than what his conclusion has drawn to. The wings of an angel.

"I have been waiting for you for a long, lost time .."

She turned around to reveal herself, only to cause Satoshi to be taken aback, his breath blown away like the unsettled clouds beneath him.

Her eyes, shimmering with flakes of golden sun, splashing in a hazel chestnut brown. Her face was soft, delicate and drew out her pretty features. Everything about her was all too familiar. But that couldn't be, for this was an angel standing before him, not a familiar face that he had grown accustomed to seeing everyday.

He second guessed the magnificent creature, for she did not appear to be the girl he first assumed, but something else entirely that stood out sharply in his mind.

"You - You're the statue. The angel from the fountain."

Her smile was far beyond angelic as she floated gracefully before him. Her bodily features were soft, muted, as if they had no sharpness and instead replaced with a placid blur. She bent forwards, holding her hand out before her, waiting for it's partnered hold from Satoshi.

"Take my hand, Hikari-kun. We must save ourselves from the destiny that we have doomed ourselves upon."

He had no sense in what he was doing. Looking up at her with star-struck eyes, he reached out to touch her hand, longing to bask it's warmth.

But as his skin nearly brushed up upon hers, her image suddenly dissipated in front of his eyes. As quickly as she appeared, she had just as easily materialized into thin air.

An overwhelming feeling of misery washed of him like the blood of the black sea as he stood ghost faced, alone once more in the hallway of doors. His knees bucked, falling to the ground as his eyes died lifelessly, loosing focus on what stood beneath of him.

Hopes, dreams, shattered. She had escaped him once again.

Resist the urge to scream. "What do you want from me .. ? Just tell me, what do you want from me!"

Satoshi clamped his eyes shut as he felt the swelling sensation threatening to escape. He forced himself not to shed one single tear, for they would be no use. No one was there to comfort his pain.

Fate was more cruel than any form of punishment that could ever be bestowed upon a man.

The ground splintered beneath him.

Rushing towards him, the chilling wind.

Falling ..

Falling ..

Falling ..

&&&.

Heavy eyes eventually came to by the lamplight. There was a sudden chilliness that came over him, tickling at his feet and quickly working up his spine. It wasn't long until he realized that his body was still exposed, partially naked to the cold air surrounding him. Hn, where am I?

Satoshi's thoughts were hindered due to his lethargic nature, muffling a groan as he rolled onto the other side of the mattress.His hands wrinkled up into firsts beside his head, clamping them tightly in hopes of creating warmth. He shivered. I must've fallen asleep ..

His eyes slowly fluttered awake as he lazily focused his half-lidded stare towards the facing window. The sky had brushed over in a screen of opaque, sapphire blue. Timid stars daring to show themselves, yet proved no competition to the full, radiant moon. They waltzed endlessly in front of him.

It was only then that he realized that it was no longer the heat of the day, but far too much in the evening than he had aspired. What was he still doing at the Harada mansion?

Behind him, a tall leathery door creaked open unknowingly. The clamour was subtle, and thanks to Satoshi's low blood pressure, it was going to be a full half hour until he entirely aware of what was passing around him. For this reason, he didn't pay much attention to the scratching that rung in and out of his ears.

As the unexpected visitor caught sight of the unclad boy, the rest that followed was an ear-splitting scream that would've made dogs beg on their hind legs for utter mercy. "AHHHHHHHHHHH! PERVERT, PERVERT!"

Riku was in a panic and in the gist of all things, she threw whatever she was clutching at the time hurdling Satoshi's way. This happened to be a hefty soccerball, and the 'intruder' was whacked square in the back of his head.

"Ouuww.." he groaned while rolling once over, falling off the side of bed as he did so. Hello cold, marble floor. "Unghh.."

At this point, Riku was still not aware that the identity of the 'pervert' was no other than her fellow classmate Hiwatari Satoshi. She, instead, was searching around frantically for any sort of weapon, quickly grabbing a baseball that sat in the corner of the room.

Sneakily, she approached the divan from the opposite side of where Satoshi lay, holding the large splinter of wood high above her head. She was ready to strike any moment, as soon as the 'intruder' came to. "Baka yaro, you pervert, what are you doing in my house! And what right do you have laying on my sister's bed!"

Groggily, Satoshi pushed himself to his knees and glanced squarely at Riku, still half-asleep. Riku was about to swing a fast one at him, but thankfully, she recognize the face, and not a moment too soon.

"Hi-Hiwatari-kun!" The abandoned bat rolled to the carpet beside her, hands over her mouth as she breathed steadily for air. "You scared half to death, I thought you were some sort of deranged sicko!"

It seemed as though her expressions went through one ear and went out the other. Satoshi wasn't entirely aware of the words coming out of the Harada twin's mouth, resonating to him much like the adults on Charlie Brown. (Womp womp womp.) "Hn?"

Riku's face went beet red with embarrassment as she bent down to pick up the baseball bat, walking back to the other side of the room to replace it on the metal stand. "What are you doing here? Risa never told me that you were here - and - and - why are you shirtless in our room at eight thirty at night? What's going on here!"

His head bobbled to the hanging clock at the front centre of the room. It was meant to resemble a black cat with freakishly wide, pallid eyes that would glance from side to side as the seconds ticked by. The tale swaggered from left to right in rhythm with the eyes, but in the opposite direction, seeming almost realistic in a creepy, sickening way.

It was, indeed, well past the hour that he had originally arrived at the Harada household. At this point, he wasn't even entirely sure what he was doing there in the first place. His mind drew to a complete blank, which was unusual for the quick thinking prodigy. This was the consequence of low blood pressure, he supposed.

At that moment, Risa unfalteringly walked into the bedroom and quickly caught sight of the conscious guest. In her hands, Satoshi recognized the blouse that he had been sporting earlier that day. A welcoming smile painted onto her face as easily as a brush on blank canvas. "Hiwatari-kun, there you are! I was wondering when you were going to wake up."

"Hn?" Satoshi's neck cranked down to meet her face, and the first thing that he noticed was her changed attire. Donned in a off-white summer dress made of silky manila fabric with spaghetti thin shoulder straps, around her crown was a matching headband of the same sort. The detailed embroidery on the edges of the robe made it thoughtfully elegant. As an afterthought, the outfit hugged her in all the right places.

As Satoshi gave her the once-over, he found that it suited her well. It gave her the dewy soft appearance as if she was glowing, as if she was pulled out of the dream sequence that began to seep through his mind and thoughts.

There was a mysterious twinkle in her eyes as she approached Satoshi. With kind efforts, she handing him back his shirt. "I think that this belongs to you."

His gaze focusing down at her hands and unhurriedly took the dry chemise from her clutches. He expertly slipped it over his head and smoothly fit his arms into its sleeves as he pulled it down over his torso. After buttoning the collar, he took the time to fiddled with the cuffs until they sat just at the right place. Flawlessly executed, even when he was half-conscious.

"Good as new!" Risa smiled sweetly as she gave her sister a 'look', one of which Satoshi didn't catch. Riku, in return, formed a mockingly ill smile on her face with a brisk nod in return, Satoshi's still half-dead in between them.

The dream replayed in his head as, one by one, Satoshi's senses came back to life like the functionings of a clock tower. An angel, no, not just any ordinary angel. The heavenly saint that he envisioned had the same face as the one from the park - but how could it be?

She was living, breathing, in full flesh. To his knowledge, the statue in the park was nothing but a statue, a simple piece of carefully hand-crafted stone made as a contribution to the common grounds. He hadn't been informed about anything to do with the angel sculpture being real. Any history supporting it was unheard of.

Then again, it was only a dream. A reverie. It could've easily been his imagination playing mind games with him, but what set it aside was the fact that it felt too present to be something as trivial as a delusion. There was just some thing about the vision that made it seem like much more than a simple manifestation of accidental thoughts. There was more to it than that.

His lethargic gaze seemed to have fixed itself, unknowingly, directly at Risa. She sensed his stare and laughed nervously, a bright pink tinge rising up in her cheeks as she waved her hand dismissively. "Uhm, Hiwatari-kun, is there something on my face?"

Satoshi's eyes widened as his mouth gaped open the least bit. He shook himself out of his daze as his face quickly replaced itself to it's normal expression, regaining his cool. He closed his eyes and shook his head intently. "No, there's nothing. I'm sorry if I gave you a false impression, I lost myself."

Risa looked apprehensive. As she knotted her fingers together behind her back, she bent forward to examine the absent look on Satoshi's face. "You lost yourself? In your thoughts, you mean."

He nodded gently as his head raised upwards towards the window, showcasing the crisp night sky. Somewhere, up there, was a hallway of broken dreams ..

"Hiwatari-kun must be hungry," Riku stated from the sidelines, interrupting his daydream that pulled him, abruptly, back into reality.

Risa nodded in concurrence. She raised her voice in what seemed to be excitement. "Don't tell me that you're not starving! You have to stay for diner, I won't take no for an answer!"

His gaze shifted away from the plated glass as his eyes bounced from one of the Harada twins to the other, unsuspectingly. His mouth began to open to creature an excuse for not wanting to eat, but it was already too late.

Riku had quickly appeared behind his back, pushing him forward as Risa took the liberty of taking hold of his hands, leading him forwards. Although he put no effort into rebelling against their pushing and shoving, they dragged him out of the bedroom either way.

Risa giggled in delight. She couldn't wait. "No really, you must stay! It's my turn to cook and you've got to try my new recipe for toasted tofu! I heard that it was your favourite."

Yikes.

END CHAPTER THREE.

A/N: Gomen nasai, sorry if I couldn't leave it off at more of a cliff hanger. --; I was at a loss of thought by the ending of this. I feel as though this story is moving really slow .. I'm sorry for the uneventfulness on the most part. What really gets me is the dialogue, I'm not the best at making these characters sound in character .. So please, bare with me. Also, sorry for any typos, I'm not the greatest at catching my mistakes.

Well, anyways, This chapter isn't much, but watch out for the next one. It's going to be full of surprises, I promise you that. (: Or at least in the chapters after that. Or maybe the one after that. laughs evilly ) I kid. Anyways, you'll never guess what Satoshi finds out in his next dream ..

P.S. Editing is a big pain in the behind. I share your pain, fellow fanfictioners around the world. I grieve for you. ;-;

Stay tuned, because there's much more to come! Don't forget to review, why else would I be writing this story for? d:

Itsumo-chan