Disclaimers: DNAngel does not belong to me and "Crazy" belongs to Simple Plan.

Author's Notes: I don't know. This isn't good, I'm completely aware of that. Hm… I better get back to these with a bit more enthusiasm… Towa-central… kinda.

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Track Ten: Crazy

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Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Young girls dying to be on TV
They wont stop 'til they've reached their dreams

Diet pills, surgery
Photoshoped pictures in magazines
Telling them how they should be
It doesn't make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

I guess things are not how they used to be
There's no more normal families
Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it's world war III

No one cares, no one's there
I guess we're all just too damn busy
Money's our first priority
It doesn't make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

is everybody going crazy?
is everybody going crazy?

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUV's
While kids are starving in the streets
No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life's unfair

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something
something is wrong

Is everybody going Crazy?
Can anybody tell me what's going on
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

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The plunging waves hit the coastline with extreme force, sweeping over the yellow sand and pulling back, before riding over it once more. There wasn't anything new or exciting about it, but like every other cycle; it had to be done. Seabirds could be heard cawing at one another as they winged overhead over the sky, rays of the sun falling in random patterns and into the forest that made up a good part of the island.

So much peaceful lives. So many people so ignorant as to be unable to understand what was out there, what could be brewing; anything. It was all just part of their lives and they went with the flow, more or less.

A single, practically abandoned lighthouse stood on the headland, a tall structure with its only purpose to lead boats and ferries safely to the coast at night. Other than that it was practically useless to people, but it didn't matter.

They never stepped up there, to see what may actually be there, and no one was ever curious to see the top of the lighthouse; in the end, they reasoned, all they would be able to see there was the sea and the canopy of trees. Nothing more. So they didn't care, and never entered.

The Towa no Shirube was so damn lonely at this point.

No one ever, ever came up here. Except to make sure that the lighthouse was working correctly, but they never cast her more than a passing glance and it irked her terribly. It was so damn annoying and she was lonely.

Of course, in the daytime, she was nothing more than a statue; night, on the other hand…

Towa skipped along the high platform, attempting to get rid of the ceaseless energy trapped within her. She had to do something, but there was nothing up here. And although many people out there seemed to be so happy, she knew that the wrong in the world would eventually hit them hard on the heads. Really, really, really hard. And there was nothing they could do to stop it.

So, all in all, the world was screwed up bad. And no one seemed to care, either.

Sitting on top of a lighthouse had its advantages, at times, and it wasn't hard to see the strife and problems that people faced. Whether it be couples, families or single people; they were all facing it in the end. Towa wanted nothing more than to tell them, but who would believe her if they saw her? Aside from merely being an art work, her appearance – while being cool and all, in her opinion – would probably conclude her as a bit deranged.

The silver-haired woman fumed silently to herself as she skipped a couple more steps and then spun around on her heel to face the ocean again.

But maybe, just maybe, things were looking a little brighter. Just this morning she had been visited by a really cute redhead, who had actually been saying something about stealing her… and he had called her valuable. Of all her 98 years of existence, no one had ever called her that.

Yet when night came, Dark – she already knew all about him – was intercepted and, well, having witnessed it all in her statue form hadn't been fun, but she wasn't strong, like the two halves, and had been forced to keep quite. The redhead… well.

Again, back to the topic at hand. The world was messed up. No one seemed to notice or care. It was all going to go downhill.

Yet the knowledge that Kaitou Dark was back could only be a good thing in the end; he would be able to stop some of the strife in this world, she knew it. Even if it was just in the world of art work… it would be something.

And his host was so cute.

Towa glanced at the mirror in her hands, which swirled with dark magic. Well, maybe not as dark as some others, but it had been what had trapped the black wings and no doubt his host would eventually come to try and save him. It had saved it right after the battle just a few hours back, after the blonde had left, saying stuff about his tamer, and now…

She tossed it in the air and caught it, sitting back on the top of the lighthouse like she was supposed to. Well, maybe the redhead would come tomorrow night. He had been injured during that battle. In truth, mortals alone weren't enough to stop the power of art works…

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"Towa-san..."

"TO-WA-CHAN!"

"Uhm…"

That was the problem these days, all her energy went into telling people off, etc, etc. She really needed to find something else to do. Of course, the redheaded wing master was surprised at this, and her age, but that wasn't the point at the moment, was it? No, back to square one and scaring the life out of everyone that got in her way, blah blah blah and so forth.

He had been trying to call her for hours, but because of the way she was constructed, it was impossible to reply until night; and at a very late hour at that. Thankfully Daisuke had been determined to stay and keep trying. Well, he was attempting to save his other half and all, so she gave him that credit.

And he was quite cute.

"You only have a set time limit to save him."

Funny how the world was so messed up. Funny how she had been created and put into life with these messed up people. It was rather amusing, actually. No, now was not the time to be thinking about how her creators and everyone else here was insane. Besides, if they hadn't been so insane, she would not have been born and so forth and the thought of that happening was plain appalling.

But anyhow, now was the time to be helping to save Dark, and she was the only one who could do it at this point. The Sage of Sleep's powers were quite strong, even after so many years, but she knew that the consequences she would be facing were fatal to her. Oh well, she'd had a good time for life, although all she had honestly done was sit there as a statue and look pretty.

Dang…

"Hold on tight," she informed him, as she activated the magic within the art work. It was going to be one long night…

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Is everybody going Crazy?
Can anybody tell me what's going on
Tell me what's going on
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

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(gets shot for writing something so cheap)