Disclaimers: No, I don't DNAngel. 'He Wasn't' belongs to Avril Lavigne. He wasn't what? Oh, never mind.
Author's Notes: This is what you get for researching on the internet and having a hard time finding a floor plan for Religion and then this song pops up while listening to the radio during all this. Oh, and I did manage to finish my assignment in the end, mind you. This was actually my first fic on this concept thing, and I don't really think it's a song fic like thing. Or something. I mean, yeah. It's just the lyrics. Like you could hear Risa singing this…
Track Four: He Wasn't
000
There's not much going on today.
I'm really bored, it's getting late.
What happened to my Saturday?
Monday's coming, the day I hate.
I'll sit on my bed alone
Staring at the phone
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
This is when I start to bite my nails.
And clean my room when all else fails
I think it's time for me to bail.
This point of view is getting stale.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
Na na na na na, we've all got choices.
Na na na na, we've all got voices.
Na na na na na, stand up make some noise.
Na na na na, stand up make some noise.
Sit on the bed alone, staring at the phone.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
He isn't really what I'm looking for.
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
Like I was special, cuz I was special.
Na na na na na.
000
Harada Risa lay on her bed stomach first, twirling a lock of her long brown hair almost dreamily. Her pink coverlet was slightly wrinkled under her form, and it seemed that she was fantasizing. Well, she was fantasizing alright; about her perfect man. Sure, it was slightly insane and incredibly impossible, considering her standards – as her friends told her – but Risa didn't care: she knew what she wanted and nothing was going to change her mind.
Risa sighed and rolled onto her back, still fantasizing like there was no tomorrow. She had thought it was impossible to find her perfect man, but find him she did, and now there was nothing that was going to stop her from getting Him. Well, besides her older twin, Riku.
She fumed slightly; no way her sister would just do that! She would never allow it!
Of course, her sister was still only slightly better than her, but not even remotely feminine when it came to clothes and such…
Who was she thinking about? Oh, it was obvious.
Phantom Thief Dark.
He was her perfect man and she wanted him to acknowledge her as the one person who would always be special in his life (even if he was a couple of hundred years old, whether she wanted to know that or not) and that would always be it. But how could she do that? How could she get him to acknowledge her? She frowned and tried to work it out.
Lately she'd been going to every victim sight on the right night, when Dark-san was supposed to appear. That or wait around that area, hoping to run into him after he finished his job. She was successful sometimes, and sometimes he was nowhere to be found at all. Well, since he did have wings… Risa sighed dreamily. How romantic!
Her mind then wandered off HER Phantom Thief and the sickening-pastel-pink walls, moving to a certain classmate of hers that she considered a friend. One of the most stable of her male friends anyway. Saehara-kun was just too weird for her own good and he was creepy. The only problem with this friend of hers was that he had a crush on her. She wondered if he still did.
Niwa Daisuke.
She had to admit that he was a kind-hearted person and all that usual stuff that made a good friend, but that was it. Niwa-kun was just so boring in her opinion. He just wouldn't help her social status at all. Sure, it was evil to reject him like that – heck, she even forgot to get him a birthday present, some friend – but he had to understand that he wasn't what she was looking for.
Niwa-kun must have been so upset because of that, she mused with a good amount of indifference on her mind. True, he would be upset for a while with the rejection and all, but all guys got over it in the end anyway; besides, it was the girls job to over-react and stuff, not the guy. That was another problem with him, she noted, he really had a tendency to get hurt easily and act like the girl. Not that it really mattered, now that he knew how she felt.
What her sister saw in him she would never know, but she was glad enough with that as the end result, since Dark-san would belong to her!
Risa cackled evilly.
"Risa, what are you doing?" her older twin knocked on the door and pushed it open, frowning slightly: either out of fear or pure worry that her younger sister was going insane, no one would ever know. "Don't you have homework to finish? You know that those equations don't help your brain."
The brunette sat up and inclined her head, "Riku, why do you hate Dark-san so much?"
Riku rolled her eyes at that as she entered the bedroom, wearing the usual pants and shirt. "Do we have to go through that again? You already know why and we're not going to waste another night arguing over that!"
"Riku…" Risa pouted just for the sake of it: true, it annoyed her that her own twin would just hate someone as great as HIM, but at least that meant that there was no chance of Riku trying to take Dark-san from her.
"What?" the short-haired girl frowned at this but then smiled, "Daydreaming again? That's so you, Risa."
"That's not true!" protested the younger sibling, "I was just wondering how to do question 18 t okay!" Actually, she hadn't touched her homework sheet since the night before. At least it was Saturday now.
Riku smiled winningly at this as she sat herself at the end of Risa's bed. "You know, Risa, we don't even HAVE a question 18 t. It stops at question thirteen."
"Oh…"
"What were you daydreaming about? … Don't answer that question, I don't want to know," the older Harada twin shuddered slightly as she corrected herself: she didn't want to think about it. She KNEW what Risa was thinking about: or, to be exact, who.
"RI-KU!"
"Oh, grow up Risa!" seeing that the conversation was getting them nowhere, Riku stood up, "When you're ready to do that homework you can come to MY room instead. The pink is a bit strong, in case you're wondering." She was, of course, referring to the pink walls, chairs, curtains, heck, the windows would have been pink as well if the parents hadn't stopped her, and, well, everything was literally pink. Except for Risa's clothes; that, at least, was a variety of colours. Riku seemed to have a hard time looking at the room, saying that she got dizzy easily and would leave in the next two minutes, fifty seconds if possible.
Once she was gone, Risa turned to her phone, gazing at it almost wistfully. She could always call her friends for a day out or something, since she had to make the most of her day, but Riku wouldn't approve of that. Her perfect man…
Niwa-kun wasn't, even Hiwatari-kun wasn't. She just wanted to be noticed by her Thief, but what was the possibility of that happening?
Risa sighed.
Very little, the sane part of her brain said.
But she wasn't about to give up. Nope.
The Harada girl grinned to herself.
Nothing was ever going to stop her until she got what she wanted.
000
He wasn't what I wanted, what I thought no.
He wouldn't even open up the door.
He never made me feel like I was special.
Like I was special, cuz I was special.
Na na na na na…
000
Yeah, this is the overly obsessive fangirl something, something, something. It's always that vibe around her about Dark. And the lyrics really do refer to Daisuke, because he wasn't what she wanted in a man. Pft. Pathetic.