Chapter 1

"You look like a man in those clothes," Riku told me one day.

I glanced at myself, but then continued watching TV. "Yep."

Riku scowled. "Risa... it's sunny. Come and buy an ice cream with us."

I tried not to let her see me cringe. I couldn't look at Daisuke the same anymore, and it took all the energy I had not to look at Riku and be ashamed of what I almost did. "Nah. I'm alright."

"Risa," Riku said, concerned. "This isn't you."

I took a long, painful sigh, then looked at her and said with a shrug, "Now it is."

"Next stop will be Tokyo! We will arrive in about a half hour!" The conductor's voice echoed throughout the empty train, waking me up. I lifted my head from the seat I was lying on and groaned.

I sneezed. Swearing softly to myself, I sat up and rubbed my temples. There was a headache coming on, probably from all the bumps on the track, and I was feeling rather shitty. I yawned, stood, stretched, then decided to go explore the train... again.

I exited the train car I was currently in, only to nearly fall off. I clutched the handle to the door and almost screamed, but managed to control myself. I looked over the edge, watching the tracks fly by. I soon became dizzy and looked away. I had to blink several time, however, because what I had looked away to was like looking at the impossible.

Unbelieving, I opened the door to the other compartment, and stepped inside. A young man, sitting in the middle of the car, looked over his shoulder. It was only meant to be a mere glance, and I actual held my breath, hoping he wouldn't recognize me. But I knew him, and he wasn't one to miss thing, even the insignificant things, easily. The young man did a double take, then stood. I shot him a sheepish smile and waved.

"Hey."

Instead of just leaving me alone, or ignoring me like he aways did, he watched me. Honest to god, the man scruitinized my every move. He lifted his glasses, cleaned them, then put them back to his face, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing either. I rolled my eyes, and began walking towards him, in actual hope of walking past him to get to the other car. When he showed no signs of moving, I stopped.

"You're wet," he told me.

I looked at him like he was the stupidest ape in the world. "Really? Wow, you are so perceptive!"

He contorted his face at my sudden change of attitude. "Well, excuse me." He replied with as much sarcasim as I had, and I found that I didn't like it. Then again, I never really liked him. With a small upsetting pain in my stomach, I tried walking past him, but only got a few steps. "Wait, wait, hold on. What are you doing here?"

I stopped again, this time out of surprise. It's sad, really. How that was the most he had ever talked to me in my entire life.

"None of your business, really," I responded, not wishing to tell him the ins and outs of my complicated situation. "What about yourself?"

He didn't respond immediately, but I could feel his eyes, those horrid, critisising blue eyes, on me. I turned around and gave him a face, as if to say, "What the hell do you want?" It didn't faze him. Nothing ever did. He seemed puzzled, as he tilted his head to the side, crossed his arms, and shifted his weight from his right foot to his left.

"You look like a man."

Now, in all my years I have ever known him, I had never in my life been so ofended. It struck me as odd that I would be offended, when my sister and mother had told me so first, by him, the one person I truly did not give a damn about. It just... hurt. I felt the tears coming to my eyes, and was more frustrated than upset. I bit my lower lip, looked away, and crossed my own arms.

"Well, thanks," I said, my tone ice cold. "I really need you to tell me that." I heard him clear his throat. Both of us remembered when he dressed in drag to try and catch Dark.

Dark.

My love's name again, ringing throughout my ears. Oh I was such a pathetic little wench! What was wrong with me? Anything? Everything? God, just thinking of his name, I was thrown into a depression again. I must have been going mad. I saw flashes of his face, his beautiful smile, those amazing wings, and my breath caught in my throat. I coughed, some tears finally spilling, but that only made more reappear. Wanting not to embarass myself, I walked away quickly.

Dark. Oh, Dark... why can't I just forget you?

I nearly shrieked when I felt a hand enclose around my wrist. If it weren't for his fast reactions, I would have smacked him right across the face. Not on purpose, mind you.

"Don't kill me, Harada-san," he said, something strange in his voice. "I was only going to appologize."

I pulled free from his grasp, rather forcefully, and made sure he couldn't see me crying. "It's Risa. And you don't have to appologize." I mentally kicked myself when I heard my own voice crack. Then I changed my mind. "Actually... I didn't even do anything. You insulted me." I spun around to face him. "You can appologize."

Satoshi Hiwatari's brows furrowed. I expected him to say something harsh, or smart ass, like, "Now I don't want to." or "Bite me.". Yet, shockingly, Satoshi sucked in his gut, gave me a small bow, and said, "I'm sorry, Harada-san. I did not meant to offend you."

I blinked, then swatted his arm. "I was being serious."

He rolled his eyes. "So was I." He then took out a handkercheif from his pocket. "Here."

I hesitated before I slowly took the small item from his hand. I wiped my eyes, and nearly melted in the smoothness of the handkercheif. It was silk, the really expensive kind too. I fidled with it in my hands, and mumbled, "Thanks."

He took a breath, nodded, then shoved his hands in his pockets. We were stuck in awkward silence before I gave the handkercheif back to him. he took it, then continued to stare out the window. Not knowing what else to do, I turned to leave. I heard a small, quick intake of breath, meaning that he was about to speak.

"Where are you headed?"

"Uh... Tokyo," I replied. I glanced at him. "This is where this train is going."

He waved it away. "Well, yes, but after that?"

I froze. Where was I going to go after that? "... Why would you even care?"

He snorted, then shook his head. "Nevermind."

"Fine," I said.

"Fine."

"Fine!" I exited the car, entered the next, exited that one, then entered the next. When I was sure that no one else was with me, I let out a loud scream, and threw a punch at a nearby cushioned seat. Here I was, snapping and being rude to someone who was nice to me. Somene, who normally isn't nice to me, being kind.

There was something wrong with me. Something terribly, terribly wrong.


A/N: So what did y'all think? Too stupid or actually good?