Disclaimer: I don't own DNAngel.
AN: All this is, is a writing exercise that a friend of mine and I did one night. Since it was loosely based on the characters of DNAngel, she said I ought to post it. Since it was late that night, I agreed. ("Ah Heck," I had said, "it's not like anyone actually knows me." Hosa-chan, this is not the time to prove me wrong.) If you like being confused stupid, read on, but I can't promise the amount of substance you'll find.
Class ended, but the boy in the back row had no idea of it. He was too busy dreamy to go home. It wasn't that he was 'unconscious,' but his mind was far too far gone out the window for him to be considered very aware.
He realized the end of the class, only when the lights suddenly darkened, and the door closed. The instructor was too used to the boy staying after in his daydreamy state to bother to rouse him from wherever his mind rested again. The poor boy quickly gathered his belongings and hurried out of the dark room.
As he exited the classroom, leaving the door slightly ajar in his haste, his mind-friend joined him. The other boy was a thief by night, as the redhead pretended, and lived the most exciting life any boy-thief could ever wish for. He was invisible to the rest of the world, but the redhead knew better than to acknowledge the made-up man in front of others, anyway.
Side-by-side, the two friends walked towards home, chatting about books they had read, or shows they had seen since the night before.