Im so sorry for the confusion in the first two chapters!I really have to say thank you to Alori Kesi Aldercy and Wieryn for your great reveiws!Im trying harder than ever to make this one alot better!Im doing my spell check and re-reading and taking another veiw on it.I swear ur gonna like this story!Plez read and reveiw!

With all due respect, DustFinger

Chapter 3

Suspence and Poems

Daisuke walked along in the hallway getting to his next class. When he got into the room, he saw several people standing in line in

front of a table in the front of the classroom.

He walked up to Risa who was standing in the back of the line.

"Um, whats going on Risa?"

She looked at him as if he was crazy.

"Well, we're voting for the dancer from out class.We we're told to choose a boy from our class.Is'nt it exciting?" SHe suddenly perked up.

"Uh, sure." Diasuke stood in line behind her and sighed.

This is so stupid.I cant believe they're making us do this stupid competion thing anyway.I mean, who wants to dance in it?Okay, maybe the girls, but I dont think any of the guys want to do this.I dont want to do this.Its so STUPID!Well, Im proably not gonna get picked, so what do I have to worry about?He thought.

He waited in line, worry free, until he got thinking about who to vote for.It had to be from his class.

When he got to the table, he picked up the pencil, and hesitated.He looked around behind him.A large boy with black hair stood, looking agravated for some reason.

Diasuke twitched at the look of him.Um, i..Ill just put him down.Daisuke scribbled the boys name on the peice of paper and placed it in the box on the table in front of him.

After everyone had placed they're votes, the teacher went and picked up the box and stood up tall.After doing so the entire class snapped to attention,especially the boys, in fear, hoping they wouldnt be picked.

SHe cleared her throat and opened the lid.There was a ghastly silecne as she counted the votes, put them in piles, and counted them again.

Yet again she cleared her throat."Class, we have reached a verdict.But I will anounce it at the end of class, for all of those with...delicate sensablities." She raised an eyebrow and looked hard apon the the students who liked to...tease. She wrote on the board behind her in neat cursive writing.

You may talk/visit until the end of class

Daisuke dug in his desk for a book and sat and read.It was a book on poems.He found poems soothing to him in times of great tension.He opened the book and began to read a poem he had recently started.

Flights like feathers falling,
lies like truths calling.
Paint pain with the sinners brush,
quick like a theif, hurried and rushed.

Daisuke remembered the painting he had made for the old woman.And of Darks wings.His wings.His pain and torture of that night.It was his fault.No, get back to the poem.He thought.But he stalled.He looked over his book and looked around.People where sitting on each others desks, chatting, gossiping, shriking with laughter in Risa's case, where blissfully happy and unaware of it. He got back to his book.

Feelings you've never felt before,
voices calling you from the warm, safe shore.
Shadows stealing about your face,
comfort you with a cold embrace.

Daisuke was flushed with a chill, remembering that night.Hwen he had said it to her.Told her the truth, and said she didnt care.he wouldnt defy him even though it felt as if he did.Then they were attacked.Seperated.Marked.Possesed.He felt at him sholder where there was a scar.And a bite mark.He felt the pocket mark punctures in his skin and felt like throwing up.GET BACK TO THE BOOK!He thought.He glanced back at the book and read on.

Never leaving you alone,
sins for which you won't atone.
Stealing softly, the darkness came,
promising love but giving pain.

He remembered when Risa told Dark she loved him.Diasuke went silent and Dark knew he had heard.but Dark knew he couldnt tell her anyway.Dark knew all the same as he did.They couldnt tell their secret.Diasuke never would forgive himself for that night.And Krad.Krad had done something Daidsuke would never forget.He vowed he would find Krad, but had'nt figured out what he would do then.Thinking about him agravaited Diasuke.GET BACK TO THE DAMN BOOK!

Sinister, twisted, your life they've scattered,
bloody on the floor, your bones they've shattered.
Pointed and laughed at like a carnival freak,
no words anymore, the silence speaks

At that point the teacher had cleared her throat and Diasuke slammed the book shut.When the book shut the room was increadably silent.You could hear a pin drop.

"Alright class.The bell is just about to ring," All the students had their things sitting on the desk in front of them, staring at the teacher each like a deer in the headlights."Are you ready?"

"Yes Ma'am!"The students chimed together, waiting desperatly for the answer to their votes.

"Alright.The boy chosen from our class is,"She started.Just as she opened her mouth the bell rang.She looked at the bell and raised an eyebrow."Well, I guess we wont be hearing the results today." She turned her head and scanned the eyes of the students."Have a nice day class.See you all tomarrow, where Im sure we'll hear the verdict.Have a nice day."She dissmissed the class, and you could swear all the boys muscles tensed up.

Diasuke walked home carrying a painting he had painted recently and finished at school.It consisted of a boy with purple hair and a white and black wing.The boy had no face even though he knew who it was.He could give it to Risa.Her birthday was coming up.He might as well.

"Hey Diasuke!"Diasuke heard a voice behind him.It was Miss Harada's twin sister, Riku.it was hard for him to admit but he did..like..her in a sense.

"Hey!Whats up Riku?"He called out warmly as he waited for her to catch up with him on her bike.

"Heh, I should ask you thesame thing.Hey, whats this?"She asked, her arm outstreching to the painting.He let her take it.He listened to her bike fall to the ground.

"I was contomplating wether to give it to Risa or not."

"For her birthday?"She said looking up from the painting.

"Yea."he said looking into space.

"What the matter, Daisuke?"She siad, acting motherly, while handing the painting back.He liked it when she acted that way.

"Huh?Nothing!"HE lyed quickly, shoving the painting into his bag.

"You cant lie to me.I know theres something wrong."She siad looking into his eyes as if trying to heal the problem that she thought was there.

Daisuke stared back into hers, with a sad look.

He bent over and wrapped his arms around her neck and sighed into her hair.

"I ve been really stressed lately.Theres alot on my mind."He felt Riku hesitently pull her arms around his waist.(A/N Thats the only part she could reach!Take note she's kinda short.)

"..."

"Im sorry Mis Harada!" Daisuke pulled away and turned as red as his hair."I didnt mean to-"

"Dont be."She smiled and grabbed her bike, and smiled."You just needed a friend."She hopped on it and peddled away.

Ohh!I apoligize for the shortness!I fear that the next chapter will be so too!But the next chapter after that, oohhhh!The climax REALLY gets going!Ur not gonnawanna( I CREATED A REDNECK WORD!only those who watch Bluecoller TV will get that)stop reading the story.BUT IM SORRY!My feable mind can only go so fast!And I can only write when my parents arnt here or sleeping.Heh, my mom hates anime with an extreme passion and she doesnt like me having any association with it.HOW SAD!Cry for the poor author!Plez feel my pain and review!BTW, this was submitted at 10:32 at night!heh.Thats when my brain really gets workin!

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With all due repsect, Molly