DNAngel Bonus Album Chapter 10: Fall to Pieces, a d n angel fanfic

Disclaimers: Fall to Pieces belongs to Avril Lavigne. Enough said.

Author's Notes: On the whole, DaiDark whatever. I mean, not in that particular way, unless you want it too. More like... you know. They're the same person. I think that's all I can say here.

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Track Nine: Fall to Pieces

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I looked away
Then I look back at you
You try to say
The things that you can't undo
If I had my way
I'd never get over you
Today's the day
I pray that we make it through

Make it through the fall
Make it through it all

Chorus:

And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
Cuz I'm in Love With you

You're the only one,
I'd be with till the end
When I come undone
You bring me back again
Back under the stars
Back into your arms

Wanna know who you are
Wanna know where to start
I wanna know what this means

Wanna know how you feel
Wanna know what is real
I wanna know everything, everything

Chorus
And I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about itAnd I don't wanna fall to pieces
I just want to sit and stare at you
I don't want to talk about it
And I don't want a conversation
I just want to cry in front of you
I don't want to talk about it
Cuz I'm in Love With you

I'm in love with you
Cuz i'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you

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Silence reigned down the hallways and in all the rooms. No voices could be heard echoing, bouncing, making their existence present. Save for one being, the house was completely empty and void of any life.

One being; yet there were two.

At a different place and time, a mention such as this would have been almost alarming to the point of considering likely insanity, but what was one supposed to do? It had happened so long ago and now… it was merely a fact of life to them. Perhaps that did mean something akin to a mental problem, but it was something they lived with day in and day out, so no questions asked.

Glancing out through the window, the only still awake resident of the house traced patterns with the tiny pinpoints of the stars high above. It was a serene night, with no clouds to obscure the dark blue stretch of night sky, and the moon was a perfectly round disk; a bright circle embraced by the darkness, forever glowing sofly.

Unable to sleep at all, Daisuke continued to stare out the window while thinking. For someone like him, there was a lot on his mind: the Harada twins, Saehara getting in the way, Satoshi's unpredictable actions, what traps would his mother set up next, the next art piece he would be forced to go steal, and, of course, Dark.

Dark; his alter-ego, companion, and the second being deep within his DNA. Sometimes they were very much alike, and sometimes they weren't, and their physical appearances were definitely different. Dark was something akin to a woman's dream man, and Daisuke? Aside from being an average student (at best) he had been placed somewhere along the lines of "cute". Not that they could be blamed for putting him there, but he wasn't considered proper boyfriend material. A somewhat painful blow on whatever ego he had. And it hadn't helped when his other side was so popular among woman and a good part of the female student body at school.

Sitting on his bed, oblivious to the crumpled sheets around him and his sleeping pet, the redhead just stared blankly at the sky. It was an endless dome, where birds soared with little to no worry in their existence. Dark, too, could cut through the sky with the raven black wings he controlled, which was With's purpose in the little thefts they were involved in. Resting his head on his knees, Daisuke could still recall the feeling of the wind whipping through his hair; in which something about that experience was so… soothing, calming and strangely comforting.

But it was odd, he had to admit. Over time he had come to accept Dark as a part of him and nothing even remotely connected to a curse, and, in itself, that was a bit weird. He had long since believed that the thief within him was as much as a person as he himself was, but it was definitely more complicated than that.

Dark was a part of him, with no body of his own. In all fact, he was merely a shadow of the Niwa he was a part of; a parasite as such. Something about that just wasn't right and Daisuke had long since come to the sad conclusion to the thief's predicament.

For, no matter how hard he tried, the one he loved would never be with him.

It was strange to see how cruel life could be; because, as it was, if his own love accepted the truth, Dark would leave him. If not, then, well, it was a bit obvious and highly depressing, if not confusing. Coming to these terms always baffled the redhead because this was constant and endless; unchanging and unmovable. This had been happening for years already; how badly had it affected Dark, though? That was the question.

As if he had heard his name, said thief perked up in the boy's subconscious, ((Why aren't you asleep yet, Daisuke?))

(I don't know. I just can't sleep,) he replied. This was very much a true fact; he had no idea as to why he was still awake when it had been night for at least five hours now, he didn't have a theft, and school was tomorrow. The steady, yet jerking, movement of the alarm clock cut through the silence sharply as the thief watched his host.

((What's on your mind, huh?))

On the whole, all the two ever did while conversing was argue, but this time… it seemed to be a lot more… well, Daisuke didn't know, but did that really matter in the end? Yes, perhaps it did, as it seemed to indicate that Dark must have lost it and that the end of the world was soon to come.

(Nothing, really.)

((Really?))

(Yeah.)

Yes, that was a lie. That part, anyway. But as Dark didn't say anything after this, the redhead was allowed to continue his rather pointless and endless thoughts that kept going round and round in his mind.

One day Dark would disappear. When he had first heard this, Daisuke had been desperate to find the cure so that he could just worry about school, his grades, and whatever existing love life he had.

But now… now it didn't sound right. To lose Dark would mean to lose an important part of himself. To have the arrogant thief completely out of his life would mean feeling empty once more. Daisuke had had that experience a couple of times before, and it had been unbearable, despite the short time.

When had it happened, though? When did Dark's existence suddenly become a comfort to him rather than a hindrance? The times he'd been separated from the thief had made him feel so empty, so desperate, with the need to feel whole once more. But in the end, Dark would be gone, like his parents had told him on that first day. And he didn't want that to happen.

((Daisuke.))

Jerked out of his train of – rather depressing – thoughts, the redhead glanced over to his mirrored reflection and noticed that Dark was watching him intently, (Yes?)

The purple-haired thief propped his head on his hands, not breaking eye contact, ((Something really big is on your mind,)) he observed calmly, ((and you're worried about something. Do you have a test tomorrow that you didn't bother to study for?))

(No.)

((Does it have something to do with Riku or Risa?))

(No.)

((Hiwatari?))

(What would make you think that?) Daisuke gave his other half a long look before replying, (No.)

((Then what is it?)) Dark seemed fairly annoyed now.

(I thought you could read my every thought.)

((This one's jumbled like hell. If I knew, I wouldn't be asking, would I?))

He had a point there. Smiling slightly at the irony of it all, Daisuke broke eye contact and stared at the ceiling.

But even if Dark did disappear, he would be back in the next generation, wouldn't he? Yet that wasn't much of a comfort at all. In the present, if Dark was to disappear, then Daisuke would have to live the rest of his life without the thief, and a small lead lump formed in the boy's throat. It was undeniable, inevitable; nothing could change it, no matter how hard they tried in the end. And he really wanted to change it all.

Did Dark ever think about these things? Did he ever worry or care? Or was this the life he'd become accustomed to? Would it matter?

Closing his eyes, the redhead tried to block it all out. He didn't want to think about it; he didn't want to be reminded about it all. That Dark may, one day, not longer be a part of him.

((Seriously, Daisuke, you're beginning to scare me.))

"Dark…" his voice carried in a low waver, rising through the silence that had been surrounding them, "What's going to happen to us?"

((What?))

(… No, it's nothing,) reverting back to the mind, he pushed it all away and flopped back, staring at the ceiling once more.

No matter what he wanted, he knew it would eventually happen. But could he handle it all without Dark at all?

He didn't want to have to ask – out loud – that question. That biting truth that threatened to consume him one day. Every night prior to this one seemed to follow the exact guidelines as this one. If Dark was to disappear… what would become of him? Would he be able to make it in the end?

Dark's presence within him was a reassurance; it meant that they still had each other for another day. Another day that would most likely be hectic and, with the thief's interventions, a lot more chaotic than necessary. Yet he believed that it was better that way.

((Are you asleep yet?))

(No.)

How much did he know about Dark? His past was an absolute mystery to him, and even his coming into existence Daisuke knew nothing about it. As closely connected as they were, there were still so many questions that had been left unanswered and, somehow, he doubted that he would be finding the answers anytime soon.

What did this all mean? Dark? Krad? The Niwa and the Hikari?

What was going to happen in the end?

Daisuke wanted to know, but at the same time, he didn't.

((You know, Daisuke, one day…)) began Dark, aware that his host was still very much awake.

(Don't say it,) refusing to face the thief, the redhead turned away, (I don't want to hear it.)

((…))

Dark had always been with him, since his appearance on his fourteenth birthday. How long ago had that been? But through some of the more annoying memories there were those that were cherish able; the ones he would never forget. They lingered there, always; would they become bittersweet when the thief eventually disappeared? Would he throw them away because they were too painful to recall?

He didn't want to know; he didn't want to ask. For now, Dark was still with him and that was enough for now. There was no point worrying about the future; he just hoped that, when it happened, he would be ready.

(Night Dark.)

He felt the familiar presence stir within him, ((Night.))

And, once more, silence filled the Niwa household.

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I'm in love with you
Cuz i'm in love with you
I'm in love with you
I'm in love with you

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Hm... did it work? I don't know anymore...

Sarah: Thanks for the suggestions, I'll get on it :D And thanks!

icexqueen: I tend to hear them on the radio, actually. I don't have that many CDs as such, so that's my sound source, and when something really connects it like 'BAM' so yeah. Hope this was okay for you then :) And thank you.