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-Luck never gives. It only lends- Ancient Chinese Proverb

I had never though my ability was freakish. It was just something I've always been able to do. In a soft flutter of my wings sent eddies of wind around my ankles as my toes just barely brushed against the cement. As soon as I made it a good three feet off the ground I felt security wash over me, warming me like bathwater.

I could hear his feet pounding on the pavement, but I felt safe. He couldn't fly. The warm sensation in my back had subsided slowly as the bones in my wings became solid and I swept into the air. The wind my wings awoke sent my hair flying around my body. I looked down to see him yelling for me to come down. I just rose higher.

The sun was slowly rising, washing the city in gold. I sighed, and landed upon the roof of an old building. I sat next to an old gargoyle that adorned the building's side.

I looked at my dress sadly, and the long since shredded hem. It fell to about my mid thigh now, and I did my best to cover up. The fact that my dress was now as short as a micro mini skirt made me realize that I would need some clothing, and fast.

Without the metal collar of a necklace, my neck felt exposed and oddly naked. I rubbed my hand along my pale collar bones which jutted out like shelves. I knew I would need to get clothing, and I knew that I would have to change my looks to escape, for at least the mean time.

I slid off the ledge of the building, gliding across the red hued sky. That's when I saw it, a house that caught my eye. It was the only house with a light on, and it twinkled merrily at me and seemed to beckon to me. I flew over to the window.

A young boy lay slumped over a table, as though he fell asleep studying. His spiky red hair stood up oddly. A small lamp was still turned on so he could see, as though he could no longer keep his eyes open. He seemed familiar, and I reached over to the window, as I made my wings disappear back into my body. I landed soundlessly against the small portion of the window ledge and placed my hand against the window's lock. It was surprisingly advanced for such a plain house. But it didn't matter. In the time of half a minute the window lay open to me. I was just about to enter the window, when my foot slipped on a patch of rain water. I soon found myself falling off the window's small shelf, and my knee made a resounding popping noise as it hit the edge. I bit my lip to stop from crying out in pain. I managed to grab onto the sharp edge, but knew I wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. My hands were sweaty, and the leftover puddles of water weren't helping.

One by one my fingers let go, and I fell. On my way down, and hit a small portion of the wall that jutted out, and I felt something crack in my shoulder. I landed on the stone walkway with a loud crash. I cursed myself quietly for making such noise. My blood began to pool around my body, making my dress feel sticking and wet. My face was pushed against the rough stone, which was beginning to cut into my skin.

Out of one blood blurred eye, the only one not pressed against the slate, I saw lights on the house flicker on. The boy in the room poked his head out of the window, and looked down to see what I guessed was me. I then passed out.

Daisuke heard a loud noise under his window. His head snapped up from the deep sleep he had fallen into.

"Wha...?" he muttered, rubbing his red hued hair.

'Hm?' Dark muttered inside his head. Daisuke walked over to the now open window, and poked his head out. He was vaguely wondering if he left the window open when, bathed in the sunrise colored light, was a girl.

She lay in an odd position with her very long white hair lay around her. It was stained a red-ish pink in streaks where it had hit blood. He could not see from where she was bleeding, but it was pooling around her body, making the light bounce off it like a ruby.

He quickly ran out of his room, noticing his mom, dad, and grandpa weren't up yet. He made it out the door to see the girl. Now that he was closer up, he could see she was bleeding from a wound on her head, arm, and right calf, long red streaks oozing blood slowly out. As Daisuke bent down to look at her, he realized she was the girl he had caught earlier, well, Dark had caught. Her dress was a great deal shorter now and barely covered her. Just barely, and Daisuke could almost see Dark grinning in his head. He leaned over, and noticed one of her eyes was open, though blood was running into it. She was blinking furiously to get it out.

"Daisuke!! Sweetie!! What's going on??" His mother's voice drifted down to his ears. He opened his mouth to reply when he felt two of her cold fingers touching his neck, and she muttered something, then called out... in his voice.

It was indeed very weird to see his own voice coming out of the girl's mouth. It came out a bit crackly at first as she muttered something again.

"It's nothing, Mom! Sorry for disturbing you!" she called out in his voice.

"Okay, Sweetie!" his mom replied, oblivious of what was going on. The room's light turned off. And Daisuke felt the two fingers on his throat leave, and she coughed. He looked at her astonished, now wondering how she used his voice. Her hand slowly fell as the one golden eye Daisuke could see closed as she passed out.

'Daisuke! She's a girl in need! Help her!!' Dark yelled in his head, and he could almost see the young man grinning as he most likely was thinking only about her short skirt.

No matter what Dark said or thought though, he couldn't help but agree that he would have to bring in the girl inside. He picked her up bridal style, and she felt lighter in his arms then he remembered from when she fell on him... er, Dark. He carried her into the house, and made his way to his room, and her hair dragged on the ground, and he couldn't help but feel guilty though that her once pure white hair was collecting leaves and dirt, and was stained pink from blood. He sighed as he placed her on his bed, and walked to the bathroom to get some medical supplies.

By the time Daisuke walked back into the room, the girl had opened her eyes. He slowly made his way to the bed, worried about the girl, but still wary, remembering how she had somehow stolen his voice.

"Who are you?" she asked her voice rough from lack of wear.

"I should ask you the same question," Daisuke replied, walking slowly to her.

"My name is not important, just please, let me go," she replied, struggling to get out of his bed.

"You are in no condition to be moving anywhere," Daisuke replied, worried about her, since she was bleeding pretty badly.

"I...ugh..." she moaned and held her head, her body woozy from loss of blood. She looked up with muddled eyes, and stared at him disconnectedly.

(Midorai's POV)

I felt amazingly lightheaded as I stared at the youth in front of me. He appeared about 14 or 15, and I looked down at my body. I was bleeding. I'd have to clean his white sheets later.... I closed my eyes and listened to the noise. The blood had caused my eyes to be of no use, so I used my ears.

I heard him move across the floor, his socks making a soft scratching noise and then... click. I furrowed by brow and tried to figure out what he was doing. There was the sound of ripping plastic, and I knew. He was taking out a roll of gauze from its plastic container. The air was riddled with the smell dried glue being ripped open, but knew that it would be me who would smell it, and not the youth who was trying to bandage me.

As he gently wiped my face clean of blood, I tried to resist, but sadly enough my body felt heavy as lead. But it didn't feel bad, this tenderness, this human caring was something I was not used it. It made my skin tingle with warmth, and the pain that wracked my body was numbed. Maybe, just maybe, my luck was going to change....

-there we go!! See ya next chappy!! But wow, it's chappy four already?!?! Jeez!! See ya!