Disclaimer: Dark has yet to steal the rights of DNAngel for me. So until he does, I don't own anything.

Chapter 2: I don't

Riku stared in shock at the letter on her bedside table. She had read it three times, and was searching its words one last time, seething at the elegant script that flowed down the page. She sent a scathing look out of her window, wishing that looks could kill, just in case Dark was out there. Angry, she picked up a pen and a sheet of paper and began writing heatedly.

Dark:

She crossed out the greeting.

YOU PSYCHOTIC PERVERTED LETCHER:

WHAT ARE YOU THINKING! I have never recieved a more insulting letter! And what were you doing in my room? I know you were in there, I don't care how good a thief you think you are, you couldn't have put that note on my bedside table without actually coming into my room. While I was ASLEEP.

You know, it's a good thing for you that I wasn't awake at the time, because I would have hit you so hard your stupidpaintings would have felt it!

And if you EVER make another comment about my pajamas, I swear I'm going to burn them. But you're right about one thing.

I do hate you.

Yup. That's right. Hate you. I'll write it a thousand times, if it gets rid of you. Hate you hate you hate you hate you. So don't waste your breath (or ink) asking me not to love you. Or even like you. Or even think of you indifferently. How on earth do you actually expect me to like a perverted criminal psychopath like you?

And what are you talking about, 'death is not an option? I don't have enough paper?' First of all, you're still human, even if you are a letcher, which means that one day (thank the heavens!) you will die. Making it a very appealing option. And second, YOU ARE A THIEF! If you have any shortage of paper (which I doubt) you just steal more.

And kindly go and stab yourself with your pen, if it's so mighty.

And stay away from my sister.

Her writing slowed as her temper cooled slightly.

What do you mean, 'terrible things would happen?' If you're talking about me marrying you and ending up miserable or something like that, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of doing something that stupid.

But that's not what you meant, is it?

Who knows?

--Riku

Riku put down her pen.

'I should invest in a diary,' she mused, before letting out a yawn: the clock on her dresser read 11:47. She turned off her light and trudged into bed.

"Stupid Dark," she muttered. "...Getting me all worked up like this..." It was her last thought before drifting into a deep sleep.