a/n: okay inuyashaluver13, how is Riku still alive after like a million years ago? Ah, its more of the reincarnation thing. I was going to get to that later, possibably in this chapters. With futher explanation from Dark and more annoying flashbacks.

Thanks for the reviews everyone!

disclaimer: i don't own dnangel

Crimson eyes peered trance-like out the window, seemingly oblivious to the buzz of his peers around him. His thoughts had long been a stray since he first took his seat. Dark was sleeping soundly inside him, who had no use for Daisuke's daily activities and he needed rest from sneaking about at night.

Daisuke let out an arid sigh as his dark lashes closed.

Liberating his arm as support, his head rolled ontothe desk and his arm fell limply to the side.What a night he had! He was completely guilt wrought after seeing Dark's anguish over Riku. Riku was thinking of him and totally rejected Dark, and that made Daisuke happy. He was such a bastard. Dark had waited a decades for Riku and Daisuke wasn't willing to give her up.

Daisuke laid there boredly for a moment only to perk up suddenly when he heard Riku's cheerful voice enter the room. She and her sister, both adorable in matching school uniforms, were standing in the door way chatting with a blonde girl who's name he couldn't recall.

After escaping Risa's death grip Riku sat her school satchel down on her desk and made her way toward Daisuke.

"Good morning, Niwa," she greeted warmly.

"Morning, Harada-san."

His smile was lopsided as he clumsily tried to regain his composure. This only caused Riku to giggle under her breath and run her hands through his thick mass of unkempt hair. Daisuke closed his eyes briefly savoring the moment, he wouldn't let Dark steal it.

Riku was the only thing the theif couldn't claim.

A distant chime signaled the start of class as the students rose to greet their sensei. Resuming the sitting postion Daisuke was caught of gaurd by a wave of chestnut hair and a familiar scent.

"I'm going to sit infront of you today, Niwa," Risa smiled cutely.

"O-ok," Daisuke felt like he was choking on his own saliva. His pulse quickened and he could feel his palms go clamy as he rubbed them together. Why was he feeling these things again? He loved Riku.

His attention wavered as an uneasiness surged up his spine; ice blue eyes burned into his. Leaning in the door way with one arm against the frame as support and the other in his pocket was a pale haired boy. Reaching from his pocket he pushed his glasses up his nose with his index finger. Satoshi had returned.

Afternoon sunlight filtered through branches of trees spread throughout Azumano's campus. The children rushed out of the building seeking them as shelter and shade where they couldconsume their lunches. Most of the pupils joined in a general area where they could chat while enjoying their box lunch. Away from the crowd on a small bench sat Riku and Daisuke, who was enthusiastically devouring the meal she had prepared for him.

"You're quite the cook, Riku."

"Thanks Daisuke," she smiled peering up at some nesting birds above them. "No one at home really appreciates it," she added melancholy.

"Well that's a shame," he smiled with a mouthful, "they don't know what they're missing!"

Riku's eyes widened and grew a bit glossy as she turned toward her companion, who continued smiling and eating happily. He really was trying to cheer up.

"Rir-Ri-Riku," Daisuke mumbled swallowing his food at last.

"Hmm."

"Would you like to go on a date with me, Saturday?"

"Are you serious?"she said suprisedly.

"Um...yea, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

"Oh, wow," she blushed rubbing the back of her head,"this is the kinda of thing that happens to Risa, not me. Of course Daisuke I'd love to!"

"Hey guys, can I sit with you!" Risa trotted over.

"Sure," Daisuke displayed his usual grin.

Risa planted herself in between the couple as she unwrapped her box lunch. Riku only glared at Risa as she munched on a rice ball. She never wants to sit with us... Her eyes narrowed. What is she up to?

Once home Daisuke retreated to his room and the comforts of an empty canvas. Sitting on a stool with brush in hand he strared inexpressively at its untouched surface. His crimson eyes,almost as blank as his canvas, did not reflect the thoughts racing through his head.

He had no idea what to do with these re-occuring feelings for Risa. He thought he had supressed them, but his reaction to her that morning had almost caused him to change into Dark. He still cared for Riku very much and didn't want any attachments he had to the younger twin to ruin that. Why couldn't he be more like Dark, sure of his emotions? But wait...If Dark likes Riku so much, why did he start off by pursuing the younger Harada?

"You have to know everything?"

"Oh, your awake," Diasuke clammered, obviously caught off guarded and almost toppled from his stool.

"Seems like you can't make up your mind," Dark laughed mockingly.

"Speak for yourself. Now, tell me the story."

"I've been waiting years for Riku's soul to be reincarnated, I had no idea what she was going to look or sound like, but when I saw her I knew that I would just know. When I saw Riku on the balacony that night I thought it was just an illusion. That I had kissed some random girl and my mind had projected Riku's image. Later, I assumed this was Risa, because they look so much alike. But that was before I realized there was two of them."

"I understand," Daisuke agreed dryly. Perhaps, he was hoping that Dark would fall in love with Risa and leave Riku to him.

"Once I got to know the girl, of course, I realized that this was not my Riku. So stop being a smart ass."

Daisuke sighed, realizing that all this while his hands had been at work. Before him on his once barren canvas was an unfinished image of two hands entwined; extended arms reaching out for one another. It was a beautiful image, but just hands, the image wouldn't truly dazzle until complete.

Peering tiredly out the window he acknowledged that the sun was setting. Everything in his room was a glow with scarlet and orange light. His reddening surrounding set off nicely with his similiar shade hair. His eye lids drooped as he continued to stare at the tangerine globe abandoning its post.

Approaching his bed he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it carelessly unto the stool. Flopping down unto his bed he opted for a short rest while folding his arms behind his head. Closing his eyes he thought over his upcoming date.

a/n: I know the story has been light hearted so far, but you can expect it to get a tid bit agnsty later. I wanted to show that Daisuke is not as cheerful as his exterior. I really hope you guys like. And if anyone noticed this is the longest chapter yet!