Title: Guardian Angel

Disclaimer: I do not own DNAngel. I repeat: I do not own DNAngel.

Summary: AU Dark died, but was given a task. If he completes it he'll be alive again. His job is to watch over an angsty cute teenager. What he didn't count is to fall in love and have to continue watching his beloved when he's alive again. Bad summary.

Pairings: Dark Mousy/Daisuke Niwa

A/N: I rated it T for safety. It's a bit angsty.

Dark was being his cocky self again when he accepted Krad's challenge to a drinking game. He knew he shouldn't have, since he had business to do the next day, but did he care? Nope. After bottles of alcohol, they both finally got drunk. Krad was in a worse state than Dark. He didn't want to lose to Dark on a bet he initiated, so he drank more, the poor fool.

"You win, Dark. I can't take it anymore." Krad said. His drinking ability caused him to not slur when talking; though he took huge gasps of air in between several words. Krad stood up shakily and put down some money on the counter of the bar they were drinking at. "It's on me. I'm going now, Dark. See you." He said and slowly left.

"Hn." Dark grunted, no wait, a hot bishounen like Dark doesn't grunts, they just smirks superiorly. He watched Krad exit before he, too, slowly got up and left.

Outside the bar, he was walking down the sidewalk. The stars of the night sky were twinkling and blinking prettily, acting as if nothing life changing was about to happen. How wrong they were. Dark then decided to walk on the street. Why, nobody knew. They're not as hot as Dark and they don't have as much intelligence. Maybe he didn't pay attention to the streetlights or the honking from a car or he just didn't hear it.

Dark suddenly stopped. A certain star in the sky caught his attention and he wanted to stare at it forever. The honking still continued, but he didn't hear. The star was beckoning to him, saying, "Come, Dark! Come with me! I'll show you the world!" The impact soon came. Dark couldn't register the pain, but he knew it was there. He just continued staring at the star that abruptly seemed malicious. It looked a blood red, crying pain. He was loosing his consciousness. Sleepily, he closed his eyes, ignoring the ambulance.

By the time Dark came around, all he could understand was that he was floating near a hospital window. No confusion was felt at the thought, even though he knew it was not normal. He heard sobbing coming through the window and looked inside. He wasn't prepared to see the site that greeted him. His insides reeled at the horribly bloodied mess of his corpse. Blood was all over his clothes and hair. His hair was a shade darker due to it. His clothing was torn in many places and the blood wouldn't stop gushing out. His guests were covered in the eerily similar color to the star- liquid. He could see Krad and Risa, his ex-girlfriend, now his sisterly friend, mourning for him. Loud wails were heard in the otherwise quiet room.

At first, he couldn't find any peculiarity at floating around in the air, but now he can. Dark watched as the doctor left the room after telling the terrible news of his death rather emotionlessly. He felt strangely numb at the announcement of his death. Dark couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. Dark Mousy, the most popular and handsome teenager in school, was now dead, all at the hands of some unknown driver. He was shouting profanities and was yelling desperately at the doctor to come back and heal him. He knew it was futile, but the fact that he was dead drove him relentlessly. He screamed to tell his friends that he wasn't dead, that he was just outside the window. He almost hyperventilated when no answer or acknowledgement was thrown his way.

Dark's voice grew hoarse. Then, he heard a slight cough from behind him. He paid no heed to it. After all, it's not like the person can see the dead. Panic gripped his weak, pale form of a ghost.

"Ahem." The sound repeated. Dark was irritated. He was dead and no one cared about how he felt. He turned around and was speechless the second time that dawn. He saw a young girl with white hair sitting on a broom in the air. In the AIR! What the hell?

The girl was wearing a white turtleneck and sky blue cargo pants. She had a strange staff that has an aura of serene death. The staff was changing colors from black, to violet wine, to red as fiery as the pits of hell. Despite its dark, dangerous aura, peace flooded through Dark's body. Dark instantly jumped to a conclusion soon after though.

"I'm not going! I'm not dead yet. It's a mistake!" Dark shouted. He repeated it like a mantra under his breath to himself. He looked away from the girl and paced around. The girl was saying 'excuse me' not politely but Dark couldn't hear her. He stared back at his friends, his corpse, his transparent appearance, then back to the girl. He still didn't quiet down however.

Annoyed, the girl yelled over Dark, "Excuse me!" Dark immediately followed her command, looking at her pleadingly. "Thank you. My name is Towa, but call me To-to. Towa makes me sound old. You were right. Your death was a mistake. You weren't supposed to die. You—"

"What do you mean it's a mistake?" Dark exclaimed. He was starting to feel dread creep into his veins. He took a few breaths and let Towa continue.

"What I'm saying is, you were supposed to hear the honks of the car. You were to stay on the sidewalk but you didn't." Towa stated matter-of-factly, nodding a bit. Dark took a while to let the information sink in.

"So, what am I going to do now? You said I wasn't supposed to die, but I did. Am I going to the afterlife?" Dark asked, masking his fear. His death brought a chilling effect on the once arrogant teen.

"No, you're not. I'm a soul-collector and soul-collectors know when someone dies. You have a chance to regain life. Would you do it?" To-to asked. She looked expectantly at him.

"What do I have to do?" Dark asked suspiciously. 'This oddly sounds like that old anime Risa's younger cousin used to watch. Yu Yu Hakusho or something of the like.' Towa took out an object that looks like a mobile phone. She first shrugged to answer the question before she put up a hand to stop him from commenting. She opened the phone and read something. After a few seconds, she glanced back at him and spoke.

"You have to watch over a literal living soul for a month. Make sure no harm, physical or emotional, others or self-inflicted, comes to him. An elder just sent me the task... So, do you accept?" To-to asked. Dark thought for a moment before he nodded his head. What could he possibly lose now that he's dead?

"Okay, I'll do it." He said. Towa beamed and she held out a hand towards Dark.

"Come on, then." To-to said and took hold of his hand. They both flew off to the horizon. Dark took one last quick look at Krad and Risa, whom were still crying, and left. Anxiousness never once leaves his heart.

Towa flew Dark to a building that has a sign that read Angel Orphanage. They went through a few walls and saw a red-haired teenager. He looked to be about 14 years of age.

The teenager has spiky red hair and ruby colored eyes. He was wearing an emerald green t-shirt and some black jeans. A bracelet that is light blue on one side and dark blue on the other clung to a right frail-looking wrist. He was holding a pocketknife with his bracelet-free hand dangerously close to his wrist. A wrist that has many fading scars.

"No!" Towa shouted and attempted to grab the knife. She made it fall on the ground and broke the blade. Dark, on closer inspection, noticed that the kid was crying. He walked over next to the kid. He tried placing a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. He gasped as his hand went through the cutter's shoulder.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He tried asking. It was pointless; the teen couldn't hear him. The redhead dropped his head down and sniffed. Soft self-pity murmurings were heard.

"He can't hear you. We're not alive, remember?" Towa asked. He ignored the question as he thought that she tried taking the blade. Dark asked a question back.

"Why will this so-called living soul cut himself?" Dark questioned. Sure, the boy was physically alive, but on the inside, he was breaking. To-to smiled sadly.

"His whole family was caught in a mysterious fire and his friends abandoned him. He's living in an orphanage and no one wants him for some reason. He's a nice boy though. He's moving with a long-lost buddy to America soon. His friend just found him a couple days ago and has learned everything. He's ashamed of himself for being weak. You'll learn more about him as you watch over him. His name is Daisuke Niwa." The soul-collector said softly. Dark nodded.

"I won't go back on my word, but why do I have to baby-sit on someone that's only 3 years younger than me? Why not someone else?" Dark asked without taking his eyes off Daisuke, his new charge.

Daisuke stood up and wiped his tears. He almost knocked into Dark and Towa. Dark fell on his bottom gracelessly in surprise, but he didn't really mind. He pitied the depressed boy in front of him.

"Don't pity him. He wouldn't like it. In the past, he was a respectful, yet proud boy. Many bullied him and others pitied him for being bullied. But he never backed down. He wouldn't want to be pitied again." To-to said. After a moment of silence, she asked a question, "Do you still accept?" Dark didn't hesitate when he answered.

"Yes…" He said. I wonder if I made the right decision.

A/N: I'm sorry for praising Dark like that continuously. I never meant to, it just seems funny to me to make him sound cocky and ignorant. I was tired to keep calling To-to the girl. What do you think? This is a multi-chaptered fanfics, different than my other ones. Also, it's my first time, so it may be terrible.

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